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This book sat for a long time in my “To Write” file. What made it more frustrating was the fact I’d written over fifty pages and when I get that far into a book it’s usually a story that I plan on finishing.
When I finally did finish it, it was a vastly different book!
The book is about a place called the Shade, that sliver between light and dark where all the paranormal stuff comes from. Wayde is a vampire, Alex is a Fae warrior, and they both fall in love with a dying human woman. Throw in a rogue vampire, a who done-it, and some cool fights, and I was able to type the words The End.
However, this is not how I originally began writing this book.
I had written this as the supernatural creatures were from the Olympian Realm, and they preferred living here on Earth, which caused a need for policing. Wayde was a Dionysus, Alex was an Ares, and there wasn’t a human girl. Nope, this story was originally supposed to be M/M, instead it turned out M/M/F.
Here’s a quick peak of a changed/deleted scene:
Only a few security guards stood watch for the two mile stretch of rail and ship containers. Wayde pursed his lips as he realized this would actually be a perfect place for the showdown, him verses an Ares.
As he continued to wander, his mind wondered what type of weapon the Ares would bring. A gun? Possible, though their bodies healed quickly so trying to wound with a bullet would produce little effect, unless Alex Malden was an exceptionally good shot and managed to shoot him between the eyes.
Maybe he was, Wayde mused to himself. Maybe Alex Malden was such a brilliant marksman that he was secretly a sniper and had a gun trained on him right then and there. Wayde paused and looked around. He didn’t feel threatened so he shrugged and continued on.
He continued walking, trying to think of how he was going to kill an Ares. Why the hell did Tydeus come to him? There were other better, deadlier gods suited for killing. A Dionysus was more passive by nature. In fact, Wayde preferred to do his feeding in the club Tartarus, where partners could be found after a few rounds of drink and where dance liberated inhibitions.
In ancient times, his brethren would steal into the sleep chambers of a woman or man and lie on top of them, letting the natural pheromones seduce the victim into submission. Of course, back then taking lives in the process was also acceptable. Now-a-days he had to pay for the pleasure of recharging his batteries. Not once, in all the years he’d lived amongst humans, had he ever done anything wrong, and now here he was, hunting an Ares.
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Wayde Wallace is a vampire. He’s been alone for a long time, until he smells the sunshine scent of a woman and finds Daphne Sabella. Her blood smells intoxicating until he catches the stench of sickness upon her and realizes Daphne is dying.
Alexander Malden is a Shade cop sent to patrol the supernaturals who lives among humans. A rogue vampire is killing women and he thinks Wayde is the monster because only a trickster can make him feel such lust and longing.
To prove his innocence, Wayde goes out to find the real rogue vampire and Alex can’t help but follow because the mating bond has already settled between them. And when they believe they can finally help Daphne, she’s become the next victim. Now they must rescue her and turn her before her heart gives out.
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I’m surrounded by friends and family. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
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It’s that time again at Literary Lagniappe. And first up, congrats are in order for our July winner – Leann! And now onto the good stuff – if you’re not familiar, each month, we’ll be conducting a swag giveaway. All you have to do to enter, is to comment on each new post this month. Each time you comment, you’ll earn an entry. Want more ways to enter? Follow our Rafflecopter link below the pic and earn even more entries that way…
Since our June winner never responded to our winner email, we’re going to toss the swag pack in the mix and put it up for August!
Because I hate to say goodbye to a character, it often happens that even as I type a virtual ‘The End’ on my stories, a part of me is already asking ‘but what happens next!?’ In the case of Tethered, before I’d even started submitting it an opening scene for a possible sequel (which is still just an idea as yet) had materialized. So especially for you at Literary Lagniappe, I’m going to give you a sneak peek at the ‘what happened next’ after Tethered finished and how the sequel might begin…
Zander stared, his vision blurring as the luminous green script hung in the air before him. Damn, but he’d read this a dozen times and still couldn’t remember the details. And this had to be read, checked and signed off in less than six hours. He sighed and began again.
A pair of hands attached to the ghostly outlines of arms appeared in front of his face, just before covering his eyes.
“Are you coming to bed any time soon?”
Zander chuckled at the sultry voice. “Have I failed to satisfy you enough, ‘Ree?”
The hands vanished—literally—to be replaced by 150lbs of curvaceous, ebony-skinned and decidedly naked Su materializing in his lap.
“Yes, you have. You’ve been gone two whole weeks, and only back in our bed for two hours.”
Zander’s libido jumped to immediate attention, but he restrained his enthusiasm as Tyree kissed him, her mouth full of warm, capprey-flavored promise.
“If the council ever learned that you have regained your Su abilities after all—”
“They’d want me back,” she finished for him. She gazed into his eyes, her face very serious. “They’re not going to find out. And I’m never going back to them in Refuge.”
He stroked her back, an ache in his chest at the thought. “I remember a time when you were very adamant about returning.”
“That was then.” She kissed him again, and his restraint wavered. “This is now.”
“Tyree…” He tried to push some authority into his voice, but it was hard when his body was so fully involved in appreciating her warmth and proximity.
“Take me to bed,” she commanded
“I really need to finish this report.”
“Finish it later.”
His breathing hitched as she wiggled on top of him. “Damn Su,” he whispered. “You know I won’t have the energy later if I let you have your way…”
For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.
For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.
Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?
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A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moments indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
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I’m excited to have the opportunity to reveal some of my ‘behind the scenes’ thoughts that went into a pivotal moment in my new Planet Alpha book, Forbidden. First, let me set up the paragraphs to follow. My heroine, Aura, has been injured by her kidnappers, the villainous Xyran aliens. She’s rescued by Alphan warriors and dropped off at a forward operating medical outpost which is populated entirely by male Alphans in various stages of recovery from battle injuries. The presence of a female is very distracting.
As Leo was struggling with how to solve this dilemma, Doctor Welwyn arrived with a worried frown, and Leo’s bondmate, Deklan, in tow. He gave his bondmate a loaded look, which Deklan returned in full. He hadn’t had any opportunity to talk with Deklan since the call had come in and was wondering what the other man thought of the hubbub. He was probably enjoying the break from the routine.
“What is she doing here?” the doctor asked as the men carefully lifted the woman’s limp form onto an empty bed. She didn’t move, and Leo again reached out to check her pulse. Still faster and weaker than it should be.
“They can’t handle these sorts of injuries in the temporary shelter.”
Doctor Welwyn shook his head as he surveyed the damage. “You’re right about that. Deklan, you assist. I’ll need your skills getting that shoulder back in place. Leo, what can we do about?” He made a gesture at the looming soldiers and the rest of the Alphan males in the vicinity who were watching with great interest.
“Men, unfold those sheets and hold them up to make a screen. Backs to the patient, please.” Blank gazes met his for a moment before the men rallied and went to work, the patient soon surrounded by a rustling curtain. He had no doubt the warriors would hold up the fabric until their arms went numb. Leo joined them, glad for a task, as Deklan and the doctor went to work on the wounded woman. There was the sound of rustling cloth, whispered instructions, and then the harsh tear of ripping fabric. As he realized they were cutting away her clothing, his blood rushed through all his veins to his groin. He’d never seen a naked woman before, and judging by the quick glances of the Alphans holding the screen around him, they were just as intrigued.
“Eyes forward,” Leo ordered, both to them and himself. Down, he commanded his hardening staff. It wasn’t honorable to be aroused by someone incapacitated by injury.
He heard the doctor murmur something about slow and steady, and there was the sound of moving bodies, then a high pitched groan. Leo’s spine prickled at the weak, anguished sound, and he couldn’t stop himself from glancing back over his shoulder and seeing both the doctor and Deklan leaning over the woman as they manipulated her shoulder. One of her legs thrashed under the sheet as she cried out for them to stop, but he couldn’t see more of her beyond the barriers of his bondmate’s flexing shoulders. Their solid connection revealed Deklan’s distress at causing her pain, and an undercurrent of professional determination to heal her. Leo sent a calming thought his way and picked up a reassuring reply.
I tried to accomplish a lot here. First, I want the reader to get a sense of how professional Leo, one of my heroes, is. He’s also resourceful (witness his quick thinking about the screen), and sympathetic to those who are suffering. All of these Alphans are working together to help someone and I think that’s an important trait in their culture. Even though they are warriors, they recognize their responsibility to those who are in distress. The reader gets a hint of the emotional ties between Deklan and Leo who are bondmates, which is the tradition of males finding a partner in fighting, training, as well as life. And finally, I had to throw in some sexual tension. These guys have never seen a human woman and it’s only natural they are intrigued.
I hope you liked this glimpse of what whet on in my mind when I was writing Forbidden.
Working to heal wounded Alphan warriors is the new duty of bondmates Leo and Deklan. Although recovered from severe injuries received on the field of battle, they are no longer fit to fight. Their orderly, all-male existence is turned upside down when an injured human female becomes their new responsibility.
Aura Tremain wakes up in an alien hospital, healing from a beating delivered by the scaly Xyrans who’d kidnapped her. Upon her discharge, two handsome Alphan men offer her refuge until she’s well enough to travel.
Even though Leo and Deklan know they will never be permitted to bond with Aura as their souls demand, they can’t ignore the desire she stirs in them. Her time with them is short, but so intense. Will the intimacies they share be strong enough to withstand the expectation that bondmates are for battle-worthy warriors? Can their passion bind the three of them forever?
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Author Bio: J. J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague. For updates on her erotic romance releases, visit her at http://www.jjlore.com/ She’s also on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/J-J-Lore/1393971707546734 and Twitter @JJLore1
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