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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
Worldwide Universal Book link:  https://books2read.com/u/bpW7Kg

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Darien Scott of Darien’s Desire by Daryl Devoré @daryldevore #Contemporary, #EroticRomance, #MFRWAuthor




I’d like to welcome Darien Scott of Darien’s Desire by Daryl Devoré.

RW:      What’s your story? Why would someone come up with a story about you?

DS:      I’m Darien Scott. Uber famous, multi-Grammy winner, sexy stud, and rock star. Why would somebody come up with a story about me? Let me repeat—I’m Darien Scott.

RW:       Where do you live?

DS:        I currently own three residences: a beach house in Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina, a mansion up near Boone, NC, and a condo in L.A. But being a rock star means I’m usually on the road somewhere. I’d say I’ve spent more time in hotels than in my own homes.

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

DS:       Vodka. I know. I know. Bad habit. But being on the road so much means I’m not with Erika. Just being with her makes all my troubles go away. But when I’m in Brazil and she’s in Thailand, that’s when I shift to vodka.

RW:   Bubble baths or steamy showers? Ocean or mountains? Puppies or kittens? Chocolate or caramel?

DS:        This is a fun question. Erika and I have had a couple of hot times in a steamy shower.

Ocean or the mountain is a hard to choose. I have a home in both places.

Puppies or kittens—As I said, I’m always on the road, but I’d love a pack of puppies.

Chocolate or Caramel—warm liquid chocolate dripping down the flesh of the woman I love. It doesn’t get any better than that.

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

DS:      Money isn’t an object which is why I have three fabulous places.

RW:       What is your secret guilty pleasure?

DS:        Vodka shots off the small of Erika’s back.

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

DS:        A bowl of cherries and woman in black lace and a bottle of massage oil. Now that’s a fantasy. Excuse me; have to text something to Erika.

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

DS:        Dangerous.

RW:       Party life or quiet dinner for two?

DS:        Being a rock star, I’ve done the party thing. Done it to death. It gets old fast. But I have to maintain the image—sex, drugs and rock’n roll. But, I prefer a quiet night at home, candlelit dinner with Erika

RW:       I love pizza with (fill in the blank).

DS:        I love pizza with a naked Erika next to me.

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


DS:       Thank you. And thanks for not asking the over-asked question—Briefs? Boxers? Or Commando?


Meet Daryl Devoré

Daryl Devore (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice, and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

DARIEN’S DESIRE

The Plot

You loved What Happens in Bangkok and want to know what happens next….

It’s complicated is not only her relationship status, but the definition of Erika Bailey’s life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand, but her rock-star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does she protect her club or her love?

Darien Scott, Grammy award-winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood’s sexiest stars.

With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every aspect of Darien’s life—real or not—it’s hard for Erika to know the truth. Will she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship?

An Excerpt:

Erika rubbed her palms on her thighs. “Darien went out with his friends and they got a little drunk. Then some girls came over and started chatting.”

“Bitches.” Sandee pursed his lips.

“Oh, I haven’t got to the bitch yet.”

“What?” Sandee pressed his hand on his chest.

“Her name’s Savannah and she’s an ex.”

His eyes widen. “Oh. No. He didn’t. I will bitch slap that boy the next time I see him.” He chuckled. “I think I just channeled Ra-chell.”

“She kissed him. Twice. Then suggested they leave for somewhere more private.”

He placed his hands over his ears. “La la la la. I’m not listening.”

Erika laughed and pulled his hands down. “He didn’t go with her. He went home.”

Sandee scratched his head. “So why are you so sad?”

“He almost did. What if he had?” Her voice broke on the last word.

“Look on the bright side. He didn’t cheat on you.” Sandee held out his hands palm up. “Think of it this way. He went to the donut store. He had a choice between a chocolate covered donut or a bagel.” He lifted his left hand. “Donut.” Then his right hand. “Bagel. The donut has sprinkles. Sprinkles will get a man every time. I oughtta know, I’m awesome with sprinkles.” He fanned himself.

“Trust me Sandee, there is no one as fab-U-lous as you.”

“I know. But back to Darien. Darien wants the donut. He lusts after the donut. His groin is on fire for the sprinkles.”

Erika waved her hand in front of her face. “I’m getting the picture.”

“But did he eat the donut?” Sandee shook his head.

“No. He tossed the donut on her ass.” He flipped his left hand with a pompous sneer.

“Which leaves me being the bagel.” She raised an eyebrow.

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