Wednesday, March 26, 2014

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Defeat the Darkness
Demons of the Bayou
By
Eliza March
Hearts of Darkness, Book One 

The tank top worked out fine once Shelby figured out where to situate the thin string straps around her wings.
Her wings?
They actually were lovely. Delicate. Fragile. Colorful. Iridescent. A contrast to Kyle’s dark, powerfully masculine wings. He managed to get them back under control with Victor’s help, once he and Max arrived in Dylan’s library.
Kyle’s wings were contained under his skin along his spine for the time being, but she knew he was keeping his distance to maintain his self-control. She twitched hers and they moved a fraction of an inch spreading a fine golden dust into the room all around her. All the men groaned at once and backed away from her. Apparently, the dust acted like an aphrodisiac.
Ah, sorry,” she said, suddenly feeling hungry again. As quickly as her sexual hunger started, it stopped.
She suspected Dylan was the one controlling not only her hunger, but also, what under normal circumstances would be, her and Max’s hysteria.
Victor still hung back with Kyle while Dylan finished explaining everything to her and Max. “I’ve called Símone. She’s a succubus, the closest thing we have to a sex fae in the area. She should be able to assist with questions and be able to teach you something about your powers until I can locate another of your kind.”
A succubus? What’s the difference between us?”
A succubus can be deadly when out of control. They sneak into your mind while you sleep and exist off sexual dreams. They are dark fae and are likely to kill their hosts without consideration. Símone has learned how to exist in our world without killing, and her knowledge should be very helpful to you.”
Max had the next question. “You’re saying the difference between Shelby and Símone is that one lives off waking sex and the other dream sex?”
Not exactly. Shelby would never kill her partner. She can pleasure herself and survive off her own orgasms, if necessary. A succubus feeds off the orgasm created during a dream, during a deep dark sleep. It’s dangerous for the host because they want to remain in the state of ecstasy—that moment of the perfect orgasm. They don’t want to awake.”
Also available now...
CONQUER THE HIGHLAND BEAST
Book 2 
Hearts of Darkness

Chapter 1- Fishing for Information
 Sang Froid Estate, New Orleans
The rising full moon provided adequate light, and the fire across the camp kept away the gators and swamp cats hunting in the area. Neither vampire sitting in camp chairs by the bank of the bayou needed the fire to see or to regulate their body temperatures. Tonight Dylan Macgregor didn’t intend to fight anything besides fish.
He leaned forward in his camp chair and opened the cooler, dug around in the ice, and handed the big man next to him a bottle.
Max Hamilton took it and said, “You’ve been sulking since you returned from your meeting with that cop friend of yours.”
Me? Sulking? Three-hundred year-old vampires don’t sulk.” Images of FBI profiler, Caitlin Donovan flooded his mind and overwhelmed his damned senses. Besides her psychic abilities, what was it about her? And shit, why now? The woman and her ability rattled him more than he imagined—more than he wanted to admit.
You’re alone too much.”
What?” Dylan put down his pole and glared. “Did you switch from research medicine to psychiatry when I wasn’t looking? What about you since your sire bond with Shelby kicked in and severed your mate bond?”
See, that’s exactly what I’m thinking about.” Max picked up his fishing pole and put it aside. Resting both elbows on his knees, he leaned into Dylan and said, “Look. I need to move on—get laid. Come into town with me this weekend, and we can go to that Goth club. What’s it called?”
The Dungeon?” He shivered with distaste while Max seemed to enjoy the way he cringed at the incredulous suggestion.
The human, vampire wannabe’s who hung out at those clubs freaked him out. Not that he frequented the places himself. The last time he stopped in was to investigate an attack. Turned out, it was some human killer using the place to find victims.
Just what we need—vampire groupies.”
Think about it, man. Feed both hungers at the same time.” Max’s eyes lit up with mirth as he tapped his temple. “I don’t know about you, but like I said, things have changed for me. Besides, I still need your advice and practice using mind suggestions on humans.”
Great sales pitch. Okay, town it is. Dylan sighed and leaned back in the camp seat. What the hell, why not? He needed a diversion. What he’d felt when he touched Ms. Donovan must have been his imagination. “You pay for dinner. Angus steaks. I’ll buy the drinks.”
It’s a deal. We should invite Jackson and Garr. I hear werewolf groupies hang at the Dungeon, too.”
You hear a lot for a newbie.” Dylan had a feeling he’d been hanging out with Jackson and Garr after training sessions. “Jackson’s not around, beside he’s in training and pulling weekend detail with the wolf patrol.”
In the distance, as if on cue, the scream of a feline predator rang out of the swamp, reminding him of another problem. He started packing up the equipment.
What about Garr?”
Sure, call him. Why should I suffer alone? It’s been a while for both of us, and from what I’ve heard, you can charm the panties off a nun.” He pointed at Max and let one side of his lip curl. “We could use a good wing man.”
Hard to believe unless you got lazy with all the mind-manipulating tricks up your sleeve. Or does all that hocus-pocus take the fun out of the seduction?” Max wiggled his eyebrows.
Dylan laughed out loud. He would help Max adjust to his new life as a vampire, but he wasn’t going to fuck some vampire wannabe or a potential hunter. Karen from the Highland Bar and Grill, the blonde with the big breasts and long legs, not to mention an enthusiasm for cock, would gratefully feed him and get his mind off the pretty agent.
Enough of your insolence, lad, I don’t need any help—” Dylan’s phone beeped, interrupting his line of defense.
When he noticed the call was from his contact at the NOPD homicide division, Ramon Delavega, he answered his cell phone.
The detective didn’t mince words. “Macgregor, we have another body, and I’ll have to notify the FBI task force about this one. You might want to get here before they start crawling all over the crime scene.”
As the detective filled him in on the case, he glanced back at Max and realized feeding and fun would have to wait if he was going to get there before the FBI arrived. “What’s the deal with the FBI? They weren’t clear about what they were doing down here at the task force meeting.”
They’ve brought in dat new hot profiler. Oh, yeah.” The Cajun lilt was still in his speech, no matter how hard he’d tried to hide it. Guess you could take the boy out of the bayou, but you couldn’t take the bayou out if the boy. Dylan knew how that worked. His own Scottish background leaked out regularly.
I see you noticed her, too. Guess they want to put her to good use.”
They’re investigatin’ this area because they’ve had a few similar cases, elsewhere. Must be taking a new attitude with all the shit going down in our area. For the record, they aren’t sharing any info.”
At least with my abilities, we can find out what they know. You…keep them away ’til I get there.”
No problem. It’s quiet out here. I’ll call them later.”
He heard Ramon chuckle as he turned off the phone.

Coming MAY 1st . . .
DAMN THE DARKNESS
Book 3 
Hearts of Darkness

Chapter One

Drizzle. Heat. Steam.
The scent?
Pine, cypress, swamp, and…cat?
Jackson Xenos snapped his attention in the direction of the pungent feline scent.
Male. Jaguar. Not far ahead.
His vision encompassed everything before him even in the thick underbrush, not because the light from the full moon penetrated the dense canopy of trees above him, but because he was wolf.
He saw more than most—was more than most. Lycan and vampire. Hybrid, the first true hybrid to ever survive. A miracle. A term that made him shudder. Vampires had lost the ability to reproduce after his father was born. His mother was the daughter of an alpha Lycan, and his father was the demi-god, Niccolai Xenos, the last full blooded vampire—born over three thousand years before to a Titan female and the god, Zeus. The Titans, believed to be the first vampires, were destined to protect humans, the source of the blood that kept them immortal. Now Jackson inherited the charge.
New world—new rules!
His sharp night vision took in the trees, the shrubs—all enhanced with a cast of blue haze. The fallacy about animals seeing in black and white or shades of gray was just that…a fallacy. In the form of the wolf, blood red was the strongest color he could identify. So blindingly bright, the color of blood stood out from the rest in the darkest circumstances. And the scent…? How could he describe the power of the scent of blood? Not only could he see and smell the color of blood from a great distance, he could all but taste it in his mouth. Rich, metallic, delicious.
The scream of a large cat rang out through the quiet night. Jaguar. More than likely a rogue in this area. Jackson believed the demons were making more and using them to bolster their forces. Could his pack stop them without outside help?
Maybe. With the increased number of unexplained killings, his usual skepticism filled him with doubt.The demons were here even though the portal had been sealed. Now he sensed rogue jaguars were nearby. 
A wolf’s cry—high pitched, in pain—the sounds of battle urged Jackson on.
His heartbeat picked up, but he slowed his breathing to conserve his strength. He howled once for the others and, not waiting, ran. Turning mid-stride, shifting from wolf to something more, larger, as he moved through the swamp, past the snakes and gators and panthers…and yet in this new form, his speed was unmatched by any land animal.
Bad movies named his kind many things, but Jackson was different. He’d been born not turned. What he became no one had named yet. But those he was destined to lead knew what he truly was…Vaewolf. The prophesies had foretold his birth, and he was living proof the scrolls stated the truth.
Jackson stopped short of the battle, stood upright to his full height, and entered the clearing where one of his pack was outnumbered and wounded. His sheer size and formidable power was evidence enough he was the son of a demi-god. As a man, he stood over six-foot-five, and carried almost three hundred pounds of pure muscle on his frame. As the vaewolf, he was even larger.
Covered with ebony black hair, the wolf shifter within him was evident, the appearance of the Werewolf took over in size and bone structure—still more human than animal. But his vampire nature gave him an advantage over the rest of his makeup. Brains. Intellect he could use while in animal form. Smart, powerful, and fast.
He noted the surprise on the demons’ faces and watched the jaguars back up at his appearance. The rogue jaguars didn’t stand a chance against him and they knew it. The demons were another story. His experience with them had been limited until recently, and now wasn’t the time for him to hesitate.
Surprise.
Jackson launched himself at the demon holding his pack member hostage, and removed Jude from his clutches. He moved the wolf out of danger before planning his attack on the creature with the sixteen foot wing span—wings covered with taloned claws that caused wounds to fester from the toxin within them.
Jackson had his own arsenal of claws, not as many but just as lethal, and beneath his black fur was a hide as rugged as armor. He was up for a good fight, a test of his abilities, but although he was immortal, he didn’t enjoy the pain a fight like this would cause or the down time from the wounds. Demon toxin could mean weeks or even months of recuperation, and he couldn’t afford to take time away from his training.
Jackson needed to finish this, cleanly and quickly, while avoiding those talons.
Behind him, the sound of Jude’s groan, sounded way too human, but Jackson didn’t dare take his attention from the group readying to attack.
One demon? He could take him and stand against a few of the jaguars. Take them all? Probably and handle the damage he’d sustain, yes. But he’d need help from the pack to save Jude and get him the medical care he needed.
From the sounds coming from Jude, he was beginning to shift. Big mistake. The bleeding wouldn’t stop if he shifted to his human form. He had greater stamina as the wolf than in his human state. The only hope Jude had of surviving his wounds was if he returned to wolf form.
Jackson needed help and from the look of things…he need it soon.
He risked glancing over his shoulder once more to check on Jude before he focused on the circle closing in on them. Then he immediately attacked, going straight for the closest demon. Avoiding the wings, Jackson drove his fist into the demons chest and ripped out his heart so quickly the demon took a moment to look down at his heart before he collapsed.
Jackson couldn’t worry about his pack member’s injuries, at the moment, not with the remaining demon and six rogue jaguars descending on them.
The rest of his pack wasn’t far behind, but could they get there in time? He’d need to hold off as long as possible, alone. He could do that. Downside was that Jude couldn’t wait to get help.
He growled at the jaguars trying to circle him, and then let loose with a howl that filled the night. He hoped the pack heard him and followed his scent through the swamp.
The returning howls sounded close, and relief shot through him. His pack his family. The jaguars instinctively dropped back into the trees becoming shadows in the night.
The remaining demon let out a sound Jackson took for a laugh. Then he spoke, saying something in whatever language demons used.
Jackson didn’t understand a word, but he got the gist of the meaning, clearly enough. They’d meet again. Damn straight they would.
Jackson snarled and nodded as the demon moved into the the forest, disappearing along with the jaguars.
He didn’t move until he heard the first of his pack approach, then he bent down and shook the injured man.
“Jude, shift, damn it.” He bit into his own wrist, took some of his blood, and wiped it over Jude’s lips hoping he’d last until he completed the shift back to wolf. Several seconds passed without Jude reacting, then he licked his lips, and a low growl rumbled through his chest.
Jackson let out a long sigh of relief. The blood seemed to help. The wolf shift started slowly, and though it seemed to take forever, soon Jude was his golden furred and fanged self by the time the rest of the pack arrived. A few gave him a sniff or two to make certain he was okay, then they stood around him in a show of protection. Jude’s litter mate, Kade, nudged his brother a few times for encouragement, while several wolves circled the perimeter making sure no other attack threatened.
As soon as the man was fully in wolf form, and the bleeding slowed to a trickle, Jackson nudged him in the direction of home. Jude, weak but alive, stood on wobbly legs, took a few steps, and the rest followed, walking close by for support.
Jackson took the rear, remaining in vaewolf form until they crossed into St. Loupe Parrish. Someday he’d lead all the packs and the vampires. Destined to be the future leader of all the supernatural beings, Jackson wondered how to deal with the rogue element. He’d sworn to protect the humans in his Parrish as well as the rest when the time came—and time was running out.
Two years—he didn’t have much time left. He had to prove himself daily, because as Dylan Macgregor once told him, “Trust is earned not given.”




Friday, March 14, 2014

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My newest novel is the second in the Hearts of Darkness series to release. It is marked down and on sale NOW for only $2.99 from Amazon. Click on the book cover to go to the buy site.

Here are a few quotes from the reviews:

"A paranormal series unlike any that I have previously discovered and such a joy to read!"~~Marta Cox
"The story of Dylan and his past and present are expertly combined in this book. You feel his emotions, I wanted to laugh and cry with him." ~~Danyca
"I enjoyed the first installment, Defeat the Darkness, but I found this story of vampire Dylan Macgregor even more compelling."~~Clahain
"If you can fall in love with a character, then Dylan is that man. His devotion, violence, misery, heartbreak, and eventual happiness, define his very soul."~~arc_angel
"It's packed with fast hard action and sex to die for...This book is the story of Dylan's life. It's hard and sad. Grab the tissue you will need it."~~Shih-Tzus

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Thursday, March 13, 2014

A Personal Note ...

I ran across this picture today and realized my anniversary is approaching. Two years ago I took this picture in the room where I dressed following the mammogram that detected my breast cancer. I'd already had the first mammogram done and this was like a confirmation diagnostic to confirm the location. I remember thinking this was a unique way of creating a light box. I was curious to see how it had been made. Simple enough to do; it was a small florescent bulb behind colored plastic, attached at the corners with decorative screws, like drawer pulls. The effect was both soothing and beautiful.

Was this just a way of dealing with my stress--my fears? Maybe.

The stress of those weeks, from diagnosis to surgery, and treatment, while everyone is warning you how bad stress is for cancer patients, was monumental. The main source of my stress was primarily dealing with the insurance company. The medical community was remarkably supportive. I have to admit the rest was wonderfully simple. Dealing with a breast cancer center made things so much easier. Even my radiologist had just had to have a biopsy six weeks before I did and she could relate; constantly explaining every step along the way. I couldn't have asked for more supportive treatment. And the results are that I'm still here.

My next project is doing a small vertical hydroponic herb garden for my kitchen. Stay tuned. You'll find out how well I delegate duties to my spouse. LOL (Ooops! I think he reads these blogs. Oh, well, we'll find out.)

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

A dreamy state to imagine in . . .

Yes this inspires a variety of images, story one or two liners, I have to write down for later. Moments like this and visuals clutter my mind with characters speaking creative dialogue - now the plot line - find the conflict - resolve the issue and do it all over again. Poor characters, fighting the muse I bear, not ready to release them from my story, and not yet ready to give them their happily ever after.
But here in the pale light of dusk or dawn the story sorts itself out, revealing the solution to the questions that keep filling my mind while I write their lives, destroy their hopes, and build them back up again, Torture, balm, love, and angst - over and over until the reader shouts enough, but doesn't really mean it. It's never enough when the story is this good and all there is to do is stay in the story, live there, and hope the book goes on ...and on.


Monday, February 10, 2014

Breaking the rules of romance writing . . .



After building this world and the ensemble group of characters, I want to ask readers and writers . . . Do you like sequels? If each book seems complete, and you like the characters, do you want to stick with them?

I see TV programs like The Walking Dead, Supernatural, and the Vampire Diaries, to name a few, using this premise successfully. So why not books?

Karen Marie Moning did it with the Fever series, JR Ward with the Black Dagger Brotherhood. Many authors are using the serial story template for their over arcing plot.

If you've read the other two books in this series, you don't have long to wait. The third one is coming in April. I like ending with a happily ever after...as any good romance reading fan, but when I'm writing my stories, it doesn't guarantee things will stay that way. I was recently asked why I am self publishing this particular series. The answer is because it really isn't a true romance. Today, romance publishers don't want your couples breaking up or you killing off your hero or heroine in sequels. I like my stories to flow. I want the sequels to move along at an honest pace. Conflicts are real and resolving them is fun. My poor characters keep running into obstacles while they search for the answers only Niccolai Xenos can provide. Until he rises, conflict abounds and the story continues . . .

Unfortunately, things turn topsy-turvy for our friends, Dylan and Caitlin, as we enter this sequel. I'm struggling to find a way to get them through this today and solve them dilemma. But it may not be completely resolved in this book . . . We'll see.   

Here's an excerpt from the opening of DAMN THE DARKNESS, Vol. #3 in the Hearts of Darkness series.

. . .  The doors to the ballroom were open and the music carried outside, along with the laughter and chatter. The party was in full swing, crowded, noisy, and upbeat. 

Good. 

He was happy for Dylan, happier still that everyone seemed to be accepting the whole situation with Dylan’s new mate.

“Yo Jackson, toss the keys. I’ll park it for you.”

The young wolf who was valet parking tonight was the younger brother of one of his pack mates.

“Hey there, Josh. Take care, real good care of it, or Dylan will have my hide.”

He couldn’t help smiling at the kid’s enthusiasm. It wasn’t that long ago he’d been the one drooling over Dylan’s cars—now he was driving them. He tossed the keys, pointed a finger at the kid, and said, “Keep it on the grounds, okay?”

“Don’t you worry. I’ll take real good care of this baby. I’ll park it far away from the rest.”

Jackson cocked his hand at the kid like a gun. “Not too far, understand?”

Josh sniffed, gave Jackson the once over, and with a nod, grinned. “Sure. What I understand is the ladies will be all over you tonight, dude. Guaranteed, you’ll be getting lucky before the first toast. From the smell of you....? More than once.” The kid rounded the car, jumped in, and gunned it.

The ride out to the estate may have put a few creases in Jackson's pants, but they smoothed out quickly when his cock swelled behind his zipper. Jackson chuckled and adjusted himself. The kid better be right. He smoothed out a few more wrinkles in his black silk shirt, brushed off his tux, and buttoned his jacket as he approached the open double doors.

A foreign scent in the air hit Jackson’s senses like a hammer. Every muscle in his body hardened, as if he needed any more stimulus.

Fuck, what the hell is that?

The scent was enthralling, amazingly sensual...totally intoxicating.

Then he saw her.

His reaction grew stronger as the woman came toward him. 

Stunning. She was heart stopping. Radiant. Her pale blonde hair, pulled back into a tight bun, looked classy. The sexy loose curl fell at the base and seemed to tease him. All that class and one wild curl. 

The smile on her pale pink lips was for him.

Then she licked those lush, pillowed lips, and more heat rushed to his groin. He stopped breathing to focus, letting his eyes travel lower, wandering over her cleavage, down her flat stomach to her hips, and then back up, slowly, until their eyes met. Hell, she was lush all over.

Perfect.

She was for him.

He sniffed. Not Lycan, but her teeth showed a little fang. Different—definitely vampire and something else—but what?


What? How about the sexiest woman he’d ever seen…the first his wolf had ever responded to, and she wasn’t of the blood.

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Sunday, February 2, 2014

Designing a Book Cover: From concepts to completion



Making the cover for CONQUER THE HIGHLAND BEAST: The Vampire Dylan Macgregor [Hearts of Darkness Vol. 2]


 I'm not that great at doing book covers, but I have an image in mind and am somewhat creative. I'm the woman who goes to the store looking for a certain pair of shoes and comes home barefoot because they don't make them.


So from a mental vision, I search for items, backgrounds, and models that will suit. I often buy  more than I'll ever use and although I purchase the whole picture, I may only use a small portion of it for the cover. Take the background; very little of it is visible in the finished product. 


The kilt I needed for the Macgregor plaid to fill in the background. I thought it was an ingenious approach and a brilliant touch. The model is a very popular health and fitness model and although I love his face and chest, I couldn't resist using his back for the scene when the hero is killed--stabbed through the back. The sword is a Berserker sword. Once I saw it I knew it was perfect for what I had in mind.



 After creating the image part of the book cover, The most important part is the book title and author name. The font should be appropriate for the genre but easy to read. I think the background highlights help make this complicated font easier to read. Nevertheless, the final book cover was something I took from Amazon for the paperback version, using the border with the title and author name again. I like the way it turned out. What about you?



What's the book about?


Highland warrior, Dylan Macgregor learns revenge and retribution will not give him the peace he seeks. Every day since, he battles the darkness. Three-hundred years after being turned on a battlefield by an ancient born vampire, Dylan meets his life-mate, FBI profiler Special Agent Caitlin Donovan. When he discovers she’s been targeted for death by a demon overlord, can he find the assassins before they find her? The last of his light is at risk if he kills again, and then what will become of their love?