Sunday, June 17, 2018

Marie Tuhart, Her Desert Prince, @marietuhart, #DesertDestinySeries, #Royalty, #LightlyErotic


I’d like to welcome Marie Tuhart, author of Her Desert Prince to my blog today.

RW:    Would you like to write a different genre or sub-genre than you do now?

MT:    Paranormal Romance—I have off and on for years worked on two different paranormal worlds I want to build and write about.

RW:   Tell us about your latest book. What motivated the story? Where did the idea come from? What genre is it? Does it cross over to other genres? If so, what are they?

MT:     I wrote the story many years ago. I enjoy sheikh books and these characters came to life for me, but other books were selling. So I set this one aside. I’m not sure where the idea came from. It’s a contemporary romance, sexy and lightly erotic.

RW:    Generally, how long does it take you to write a book? Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?

MT:     It really depends on the book. I do work on keeping a set schedule for writing, but sometimes edits come in when I’m least expecting them, or something comes up that I need to work on.

RW:   How many books have you written, how many have been published?

MT:   I’ve written: twenty full length novels and six short stories. I’ve published: fifteen full length novels and four short stories

RW:   Which comes first, the story, the characters, or the setting?

MT:    The characters. The come to me usually in a scene and not always the opening scene.

RW:    What is the hardest part of writing/the easiest for you?

MT:    Hardest part is the writing and editing. Some days I struggle. The easiest—thinking up situations to put my characters in.

RW:    Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?

MT:     A little bit of both. I have had my characters talk up in the middle of a book and say “Hey that’s not me.” And I rewrite a big chunk of the book to their satisfaction. Other times, I can write with no interference from my characters.

RW:   What do you hope readers take with them after reading your work?

MT:    I want readers to come away satisfied with a good read and a smile on their face.


RW:    What do you do to relax and recharge your batteries?

MT:     I read, and I play games on my tablet. I also cuddle with my dog, go out with family or watch a TV show I’ve been wanting to see.

RW:   If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

MT:     I would love to live in London, or maybe right outside of it. I fell in love with the UK on a visit last year

RW:    Party life or quiet dinner for two?

MT:     Quiet dinner for two

Her Desert Prince

Catherine Taylor is no stranger to life’s school of hard knocks. At the tender age of eighteen, she left her dysfunctional family behind and struck out on her own, finally free to embrace her passion for creating art. After years of hard work, she has achieved some degree of acclaim. When she is offered the opportunity to work in the small middle eastern country of Bashir to create the defining mural for the new children’s critical care ward, Catherine embraces the chance to meld her love of children and her love of art. What she doesn’t think she is ready for is the blatant and instant passion she feels the moment she meets the successful country’s crown prince, Malik.

Malik al-Hakim has been raised with the sole purpose of someday becoming the king of his beloved country of Bashir. Years of careful preparation by his loving family has him ready to take the yolk from his father one day, but nothing could prepare him for the instant lust he feels the moment he sees Catherine. Never one to let an opportunity slip by, Malik pursues Catherine convincing her to explore their desire. But when political intrigue places Catherine in danger, Malik soon realizes lust has evolved to love and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep the woman of his dreams safely by his side, no matter how hard she tries to fight their fate.

An Excerpt:

She stepped outside; the scent of jasmine filled her senses and her muscles instantly relaxed. The quiet snick of the door closing spurred her into action. She took the first path until she found a nice grassy area beneath a palm tree. She sat down and opened her sketchpad.

Her fingers flew over the pages as she captured the scenes flittering through her mind. She lost all track of time until a husky male voice said, “Hello, beautiful.”

Her head snapped up to see the stranger from the airport.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling the sketchbook to her chest.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” He slipped closer. “What are you drawing?” He craned his neck but couldn’t see anything.

“Nothing.” She closed the book with a snap, but her cheeks turned pink, making him even more curious about what she’d been drawing.

Then a memory nudged his brain. “You’re the artist commissioned to do the mural at the hospital.” He shook his head, trying to reconcile her with the woman at the airport.

“Yes.” Her chin came up, and he couldn’t help but grin. She was defensive about her work for some reason. No worries; he thought it was great. But part of him wanted to haul her into his arms and kiss her again. Instead, he followed a saner choice and sat down on the grass across from her.

She wiggled an inch or two away, and then her gaze met his. She was wary of him, but he caught a hint of curiosity in her gaze.

“I’m Catherine Taylor.” She held a hand out to him.

“Malik.” He grasped her hand, lowered his head, and caressed her knuckles with his lips. A slight shiver moved through her body and transferred to him. So, she was affected by him. Good. He squeezed her fingers.

Marie Tuhart

Marie Tuhart lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her muse, Penny, a four-pound toy poodle. Marie loves to read and write. When she’s not writing, she spends time with family, traveling and enjoying life.

Marie is a multi-published author with The Wild Rose Press, Trifecta Publishing and does some self-publishing. Get alerts for new releases on Amazon or Book Bub. Also, you can join Marie’s newsletter where she gives her group advance information on her books, runs contests and does giveaways just for newsletter readers. Marie can also be found on Goodreads, Pinterest, Twitter, and Facebook.

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Sunday, June 10, 2018

Dessy, Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire by Kayelle Allen @kayelleallen #SciFi #SpaceOpera #MFRWauthor




RW:    Where do you live?

D:       For now, on Sempervia, a planet far across the galaxy from home.

RW:    During what time-period does your story take place?

A.                    Your Earth year 4536 AD. For us, it's Sempervian year 1.

RW:    How are you coping with the conflict in your life?

D:       Just because I've been exiled with only the clothing on my back and am one of only a dozen people out of cryostasis (among half a million), doesn't mean I have conflict. My egotistical, narcissist brother doesn't bother me at all. Nor does my overbearing, insufferable father, or my cowardly, whatever-you-say-dear mother. No. I'm quite happy. (Eye roll.)

RW:    What is your secret guilty pleasure?

D:       Clean clothing and soap. How I miss hot water!

RW:    If you were stranded on a tropical island, who would it be with? You can choose any living, deceased or mythical figure.

D:      My dear, I'm already stranded on a place far worse than that. I'm glad it's with Armand and Philippe, two eight-feet-tall twin brothers who do literally everything together. (Smiles.) Including me.

RW:    Cherries or Bananas? Leather or lace? Black or red? Mud Bath or Oily Massage?

D:      Cherries. Leather. Black. Oily massage. Yes. Oh, yes...

RW:    If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

D:       Does not suffer fools.

RW:    Satin, Egyptian cotton, jersey, flannel… What are your favorite sheets?

D:       Satin. After all, someone else should be washing them and making the bed. If I had to do it, cotton.

RW:    Hunky heroes or average Joe?

D:       The hunkier the better.

RW:    Party life or quiet dinner for two?

D:       Party. Every night. All night.

RW:   Those are all the questions I have for you. Thank you for speaking to me.

D:     You're welcome. It's high time someone actually listened to me. Usually, everyone wants to talk to my brother. This was nice. It's good to be appreciated. (Glares at brother.) For a change.

KAYELLE ALLEN

Bio

Kayelle Allen did a tour in the US Navy, where she climbed around airplanes (on the ground, thankfully) fixing black boxes that helped pilots find their way home.

She wrote her first science fiction novel at eighteen and to this day, it's hidden under the bed, where she vows it will remain. Gems from it, however, launched several series in her galaxy-wide universe of stories.

From childhood, Kayelle was the victim of an overactive imagination and inherited the Irish gift of gab from her mother. From her father, she got a healthy respect for mechanical things.

No wonder she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy peopled with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's been married so long she's tenured.

Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire

The Plot

When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that's the problem. He's not.

Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it's up to Pietas to free them. He can't release one at a time. It's all or nothing. He's facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals who will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.

It's not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he's loved for lifetimes is at his side. He's bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.

Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he's fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.

Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever...

An Excerpt:

In this scene, told from the point of view of Pietas (Dessy's twin brother) we can see how poorly the twins get along. Pietas has completed a ritual in which he paints on a mask. Because he had nothing to use, he's pretended to do so, and Dessy, jealous of not being the one to perform the ritual with him, takes action.

Dessy slid one fingertip across an area below one of his eyes. "There." She dusted off her hands. "That's better."

"What did you do?"

"Since you didn't have a real partner for your ritual, I fixed your mask." She shot him a humorless, sneering smile. "You missed a spot."

Ire flooded Pietas. He gripped Dessy's wrist and yanked her to him.

The shock on her face gave way to indignation. "Let go!" She jerked her arm but he held her fast. She shoved him.

He didn't budge, refusing to let her win.

She bombarded him with her empathic senses. The melee of anger and rage stung worse than an ice storm, but pain had never stopped him. "I'm warning you, Pietas. Let go of me!"

"Or what?" He shot back his own and added a trickle of Wilt, a demand for surrender. "You'll tell Daddy?"

Her inborn Ultra gift of Compulsion pushed at his mind, willing Pietas to release her. His sister had mastered the ability as a toddler. He'd been four before he grasped the concept. Seven before he'd mastered it.

But he'd been born immune.
She blasted him with a wall of outrage. Again, it hurt. A human would crumple before such an attack. His sister had once knocked half a squad unconscious without so much as one weapon.

Pietas continued to grip her wrist. It was an effort. She used every trick soldiers knew, but failed to free herself. Though she could resist Beguile by others, she never knew when he used it.

To Dessy and the others, he stood there, passive, gripping her wrist with one hand. In reality, he gripped her with both and barely held her.

She could have gained her freedom without difficulty, but she believed otherwise. Hardly fair of him, but Dessy never fought fair unless forced. Winning is everything. That was her motto. His was Honor. Always.

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Publisher:  Romance Lives Forever Books
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