Update, News and Giveaway Contest!

Update! Winner of giveaway is Wendy! Congrats! And yeah, reader’s choice was book 5, Enchanting His Mate.. .Better get to writing ! Thank you for participating everyone!

Giveaway closed.

I recently got a message from a reader asking me if I dropped off the face of the planet. My answer: Almost. Between changing 3 countries and 5 rents in the last 9 months and trying to keep up with day job and writing (not to mention being a bridesmaid for my sister), yeah, I sometimes felt more dead that alive. And never more alive. Life is weird.

I’m sorry to say I neglected most of my accounts (except Facebook. Who can neglect Facebook, she’s a demanding mistress!). But, but, but. I didn’t neglect writing. Mostly. So off to the news part of this ranting.

  1. Yes, I’m planning of continuing the Billy story. (For those who don’t know some of my friends and I had a what if  game going on at ManLoveFantasies. Check it out for the great stories or for the next contest coming soon.)
  2. Book 4 is out soon! What Book 4, you say? Return of the Originals, Drakon’s Angel is ready for preorder already, hehhehehe. Here’s some visual teasing:

Drakon’s Angel


3. I had more, I swear. Hmmm, what was it…? Contest Time! I need you to help me choose between my WIPs before I go crazy, lol. Each comment left will sign you in for my giveaway, one copy of Drakon’s Angel! The contest will run until the release day, 23rd September. This year, lol.

So which one should I finish writing first? These are the contenders:

  1. Enchanting His Mate– Yup, this is Book 5 in Return of the Originals. Already 15k in and going strong. Keep your fingers crossed! Here’s a teaser:

Who? Who? That was a voice! A male voice! Rugged and rasp from disuse or like the humans’ voices become from whisky and cigarettes. He could not guess the age, he could not see the person in his head, but the voice, that he heard clear as day. Oh. My. Gods!
He actually took a step forward, his legs quivering in jerky trembles as if he was pulled by an unseen force towards the green bushes at the garden’s entrance.
“Twinkie! Hell- Mallick!”
Mallick stopped as if he had hit a brick wall and let a pitiful whine full of –pain? He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t know what he was feeling, if it was him or the other person he felt in his head. He was more than confused and he needed time. Mallick also needed to focus and not forget what he needed to accomplish. The fate of the world was on his shoulders. Hopefully he’ll find allies here to share the burden.
“That’s the chapel with the remains of my family. You are free to visit it whenever you want.”
Mallick nodded, a dazed expression still on his face and followed rude guy in what appeared to be a small wing designated as a clinic. Or planned to follow. His entrance to what he had glimpsed as a small examination room suddenly was blocked by the hulking frame of a scowling blond mutant. The guy had to be a mutant with how build he was.

2. Fluffy Business- This is an older WIP, almost 20k in and has a more humorous tone in approaching a shifter-human pairing. First in a series of 5 books. Want a snippet?

I’m not really a dog person. Ugh. Scratch that. I’m not at all a dog person. I’m the typical cat lover. Ugh. That sounded so much better in my mind. Anyway, what I mean is that I don’t get all gaga over a dog. Sure they’re cute, and fluffy and adorable with their puppy dog eyes begging for attention and… You get my drift.

Dogs demand attention. And time and a lot of care. Cats are more independent. They do their thing and let you do yours. Peacefully. Usually (waking in the middle of the night with an enraged and hungry jaguarondi pouncing on your chest can and will give a man a small heart attack, but that’s a story for another time).

I was talking about dogs here before I divagated like I usually do. If you’re wondering what’s the point in all this, just bear with me a little more. Where was I? Ah, yes. Dogs and me liking them. Now, I can handle dogs. We get along just fine (usually), although we’re not the best of friends, they like me just fine. Especially since I’m the dinner provider and if they eat me they won’t get any food. We have some sort of agreement. They stop chewing my shoes and I don’t scream their ears off. I throw a walk a day in the bargain. My mistake.

Thus my present predicament. Running in the park after the big mutt. This monster goes by the name Fluffy if you believe it. Yeah, I don’t think he likes it either, he gets this annoyed look on his face, if a dog can look annoyed, and growls under his breath every time I call him that. So I save it for special occasions. Like now.

3. Moving Objects- Ghost story! Started this when I was living in Lincoln, practically on top of a cemetery. Fun, no? Yes, I’m weird.

He blinked and froze. His body recoiled but there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. He opened the mouth to scream and the blood rushed in his lungs, choking him while the grotesque face floating right in front of him like it was made of tick streams of the vital fluid suffocating him, sneered at him.

Adrian jumped and grunted at the hard impact with the wood floor, his ears ringing. He gulped desperately for air and filled his lungs while tightly squeezing his eyes shut.

“Dream, dream. Just a dream. A fucking dream. Okay. You’re okay, Addy. Everything is okay. Open your eyes. Don’t be a coward, there’s no blood. Christ!”

He tautly rubbed his face and pressed his fingers on his eye sockets, trying to curb the jittery tremors coursing through him and hysterically laughed at the neurotic spooked state he was in.

“Christ, you’re a mess, Addy! No wonder it took you so long to see what bloody Roger was hinting at- you ‘re slipping, my boy.”

He ignored the whispering doubt plaguing him from forever, the niggling thought that he’ll end up bat-shit crazy like his mom, that he won’t even know when it will happen. Another deep breath and he slowly removed his hands. The room looked better in the daylight. The green was less puke-hospital in his bare walls and appeared to give the room a fresh, springy feel. Probably because of the luxuriant ivy framing half the room and window. Adrian had never seen such a lush, coily mass of live greenness in a room before. It reminded him of the old greenhouse he had once saw as kid in an architecture magazine left on the chairs of a best left forgotten metro station. No wonder he was having nightmares with green stuff trying to make a meal of him.

WHICH ONE? And a thousand apologies for the lack of editing.

PS. I remembered! Will have another surprise release for you soon, so keep in touch! Yeah, that should apply to me too. I know, I know. Kisses! Ta-Ta

Hop Against Homophobia, Bi- and Transphobia + Giveaway (Contest Ended)

Contest ended and Winner contacted! See you next year! Or sooner… I’m always around here, lolHAHABT 2015

Hello Internet Addicts!

It’s the International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia today and you’re at  one of the blogs participating in the Hop Against Homophobia, Bi- and Transphobia. You can find more about this day here: http://dayagainsthomophobia.org/ and I highly recommend that you visit the other hop stops for a chance at all those prizes given today!

Main Hop Page: http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com

I was told that I should write a inspiring message concerning homo/bi/trans-phobia and frankly I don’t have a clue what to write. Probably because for me it’s common sense to be respectful of others and their lives or to accept my fellow humans with all their diversity and uniqueness. It would be such a dull world with everyone conforming to those pesky unwritten (sometimes written) rules that describe what “normal” is.

I am not gay. I think. Lol. My brain figured out a long time ago that little boxes are not for us (me and all those alternative personalities all authors have). Labels are just that. Little boxes that imprison our spirit and limit us and our development. I refuse to adopt a label but just for clarifying I am female, not attracted to male or females but to people and their shiny soul. Though I really really admire a well formed male body. Probably the reason I started writing gay romance.

I have never had to defend myself against homophobes or other kinds of ‘phobes. Sadly, I have friends not so lucky. Shunned, hit, marginalized and humiliated. I feel pity, but not for them. They are true to themselves and those still in the closet have good reasons for hiding considering the lame state the world is in. My pity is for their aggressors. It must be really sad to be so afraid of somebody else that you feel threatened and backed up in a corner with no other solution that to attack verbally or physically. “Phobia” is after all “a type of anxiety disorder, usually defined as a persistent fear of an object or situation in which the sufferer commits to great lengths in avoiding, typically disproportional to the actual danger posed, often being recognized as irrational.” I have some anxiety issues myself so I know how that is. So I pity them for their irrational fear, pity their narrowness and lack of  empathy, their incomplete soul that will forever know only the confines of their  small imagination, their lack of love and acceptance for it was probably copied from a close example and in the end they are the ones that lose the opportunity to connect with other human beings. For everyone that ever had to suffer because of narrow views, I urge them to remember that homophobes are the ones sick and love is never wrong or a crime (unless you’re a pedophile).

Alright, message finished or I’ll rant forever on the topic.

 Giveaway time!

Describe shortly in a message an instance when you felt discriminated or noticed someone else being discriminated, be it for the way they looked or their sexual orientation. I’ll even start.

I had blue hair for almost two years and people not only thought me weird, they were looking funny at me and making rude comments on the street  about my weight (we’re talking East Europe here and 18-22 age range). It took a long time to accept that they were wrong and I’m not a whale (I am size 12, for gods’ sake! Okay, currently leaning towards size 14 🙂 ) and I’m now trying to dye my hair purple.

The winner will be chosen randomly and announced on the 24th, please leave the message in such a way that I can contact you with your prize, alright?

Ah, what the prize is. The winner gets one of my published titles, any one of them that they want. You can check the titles here:


I’ll end this unusual long post for me with not a urge to stop Homophobia but

Say Stop! to any kind of Intolerance! 

You would have thought being civilized meant we had already learned to play nice.

ManLove Fantasies. A Special Project


Making a change with writing. 

I’m proud to have been a part of this project and get the opportunity to write with so many talented and awesome authors. As said bellow all the proceeds from this project is going to a charity for homeless young LGBT people. It’s a paranormal MM romance that has brought together 25 authors, each writing a chapter of this fantastic story. Hopefully together, we’re making a change!So spread the love, will ya?




25 of Siren Publishing’s hottest ManLove authors have come together to bring you a  paranormal story with intrigue, wolf shifters, elves, magic, and a mating so sizzling hot, it took 25 authors just to write it.

Such a fantastic undertaking needs a spectacular ending. As such, everyone involved in this endeavor has agreed to donate 100% of the proceeds from this book. The charities we are focusing on tackle homelessness in young LGBTQ people. It is estimated that there are at least 320,000 gay teens living on the streets of America today, many cast out by their families simply for who they are. So please join us in supporting a great cause.

This project was brought to you by…

ManLove Fantasies Authors

Stormy Glenn, Lynn Hagen, Jess Buffett, Alex Carreras, Olivia Black, Leah Blake, Cree Storm, Evelise Archer, E. A. Reynolds, Aeryn Jaden, Jane Wallace-Knight, Amara Lebel, Jordan Ashton, Berengaria Brown, Skye Michaels, Sydney Lain, Rennie Leigh, Frey Ortega, Bellann Summer, Andrew Jericho, Felicia Fern, Grace Ryles, Hennessee Andrews, Shea Balik, and Lyssa Samuels



Pat Fischer & Lyssa Samuels


Cover Artist

Jess Buffett


We would like to thank Siren Publishing for all their help on this project!



Available Now!

Quad McDaniel’s life changed forever the night he was attacked by a wolf. Now, he turns furry every full moon. Avoiding red meat and anything that makes him aggressive is his prime goal in life. But when his convertible breaks down in some Podunk town, becoming the beast within is no longer a choice. It’s instinctive.

Gypsy Govanivinch just wants to live a quiet life in Trinity Valley, running his roadhouse tavern. He doesn’t need an overly aggressive shifter coming into his town and messing with his peaceful little world, no matter how gorgeous the man looked.

Life never asked Quad or Gypsy what they wanted. It simply gave them what they needed, whether they agreed or not. Fate brought them together but it’s up to Quad and Gypsy to stay alive long enough to appreciate what they’ve been given. And when others work to prevent that, fighting together might be the only chance they have of surviving.


The Commander’s Mate by Sydney Lain

need to check this one…

MM Good Book Reviews

thecommandersmateTitle: The Commander’s Mate
Series: Space Warriors 6
Author: Sydney Lain
Genre: Futuristic/ Science Fiction
Length: Novella (86 Pages)
Publisher: Siren Publishing/Bookstrand (April 11, 2015)
Heat Level: Moderate
Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥5 Hearts
Blurb: Swift’s brother sold him. After becoming a palace servant, Swift tries to stay out of trouble, but trouble finds him, or maybe it’s his sharp tongue that causes problems.

Null is the son of a disgraced warrior. One night he stops a man from hurting Swift and discovers the angry man who thanked him with insults is his lifemate. Determined to win Swift over, Null gives his mate space, but the next time they meet, Swift is attacked again. A lot of people want to harm Swift and Null can’t figure out why.

Determined to protect his lifemate, Null sets out to keep Swift safe, but Swift has other ideas. He’s not the type of man…

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Excerpts… Murder, Ink and Sloe

Rhys Ford

How about a few excerpts? Just for a lazy Sunday. What’s coming down the line over the next few months. Don’t forget to enter The State of the Rhys Giveaway on The Novel Approach if you haven’t already.

Murder and MayhemMurder and Mayhem

All Rook could smell was blood.

Hot. Metallic. Dirty. Blood.

It stung his senses, an angry hornets’ nest of odors he couldn’t outrun—even as he pounded down one of Hollywood’s tight back alleys. Rook could hear shouting, piercing rushes of sound caught in the maze of brick, glass, and cement behind him.

A sun-faded aluminum can crinkled when he stepped on it. Folding up over the edge of his high-top, it clung to his foot for a stride before gravity dislodged it. Nearly tripping over his own feet, Rook stumbled, then caught himself with a grab at a rolling trash can, tipping the enormous black receptacle to the ground…

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A weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. From witches to werewolves, vampires to berserkers, you name  it we have it. This blog hop is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. We also welcome works-in-progresses/WIP’s! So join us each week and check out our cool stories!

Check excerpts and news about WIPs from the latests cool paranormal stories written on your blog hop HERE.

For today I’m presenting a snipped from my latest release, a short story at only 99cents or free on Kindle Unlimited and Premium! One more coffee, a story of first love that lingers even after its demise and regrets that stay with us. I have a Free Book Promotion running 21-23 April! 

One more coffee…- Amazon Link

one more coffeeEnjoy your reading!

What do you remember of your first time loving someone? Cameron remembers it all. The first time was the last time he had felt that way. Cliché? Maybe. Nonetheless true. 

Join him on a brief journey of lessons learned, tears cried and happily ever afters just to find the answer to that question that still haunts him.

Can a first time withstand the test of time? And is what we see truly what we See?
Fiction and Fantasy
This is a short story at a little over 7000 words, around 30 minutes of reading.