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Happy release day to me! (woo!)
Kestrel's Talon is the first book in a new fantasy series, The Stonewatchers. I'm looking forward to introducing you to these guys... but it's impossible to say much about the story without spoiling it. So... I'll just say that if you enjoyed the Baal's Heart books, this book might be for you.
Looking for some early reviews? Check them out here.
Buy it at Amazon (kindle and paperback available)
Coming May 23rd to Amazon
Following the Prentish/Nemarri war, Kes is rejected by his homeland under the guise of religious purity laws. Though he's spared execution, the proud Nemarri's fate is only marginally more merciful than death when he is sold into sexual slavery at a prosperous pleasure house.
Despite his stoic endurance, Kes knows he’s reaching his breaking point, but there is nothing he can do—there is no path to freedom in the Holy Prentish Empire, only a lifetime of humiliating servitude.
That is, until a beautiful young slave and his formidable master approach Kes in the marketplace and make an astonishing offer to take him home with them. The only problem: “home” is the accursed Horthmont Castle from the scare-stories of Kes’s childhood.
Thrown into a world of living myth, powerful magic, and ancient gods, Kes learns the secrets kept hidden by Horthmont’s thick blackstone walls. There he discovers something he thought he’d never know again: hope for the future.
Kestrel's Talon is a fantasy story about an empire obsessed with subjugation. Is it dark? Not really. It's about trust, hope, and healing. Character driven, sweet at times, and a little kinky at others, it's a tale I hope you'll enjoy as much as I do. :)
Preorder your copy now (paperback available soon)
Over at Diverse Reader there's a big giveaway happening featuring such authors as Nicholas Bella, R Phoenix As Raissa, Joseph Lance Tonlet, Louis Stevens, Jenna Johanis, Varian Krylov, Brina Brady, Jack L Pyke, Wulf Francú Godgluck... and myself! Seriously a fun spotlight post of Dark Erotica: each author had the choice of providing an excerpt, telling you about one of their books using one of their characters, or telling you why they chose to go dark.
PLUS there's a giveaway. The prizes are:
Thank you everyone who voted for the cover for Kestrel's Talon. Tomorrow (April 27) I'll draw a name from the list of all those who commented - the winner gets an ARC of Kestrel's Talon before it hits digital shelves. :D
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"Why do you come to me, night after night, if you won't come near me by day?" he asked, though his smile held no judgment. He motioned for me to enter, and I stood in his small living room trying to find the right words.
"Because I'm weak," I finally admitted, pulling off my leather jacket and throwing it on the sofa like I did every night.
Frowning, he started to unbutton his shirt, uncovering the expanse of fur and muscle beneath. "But why me, specifically? You have so many others who'd kill to share their beds with you... but you choose mine. Why?"
"You are what I need," I said, tugging off my boots, then ridding myself of my jeans. My t-shirt joined the pile on the floor.
"That's not really an answer," he pointed out.
I shrugged and followed him to the bedroom and we took our customary sides between the crisp grey sheets. With a sigh, I let my body melt against his, the hard angles of my mind becoming blunted as I ran my hand over his chest. "I come here because your mind is quiet," I decided to say. "Your soul's... clean."
"Ah," he replied after a pause. His hand found the back of my neck and he began to massage it gently. "You need me to calm this chaos in your mind you're always talking about so you can sleep?"
"Something like that," I agreed, closing my eyes. "Recharge my batteries..."
"I'm still going to try to get you to stay the morning." His strong fingers easily found all the little tense points at the back of my skull.
"I wish you wouldn't. I'm just using you." I wasn't being purposefully cruel, just honest. I owed him that much.
He reached over and clicked off the light, turning the vermilion behind my eyelids to a solid, soothing black. "I know," he murmured. "But that's all right... I'm happy to be used."
"That's why I come to you every night."
And with that I drifted off to sleep, knowing he was there to watch over me, keeping the demons in my thoughts away until dawn called them back to me.
Fated: Blood and Redemption turns one today!
To celebrate, Fated is on sale in the US and UK for a fraction of the price. It's a kindle countdown deal so buy early before the price goes up :D
Bugger the weather.
Anyhoo... I just realized I haven't said a word here in almost a month so I figured I'd catch you up on what's the what here at Castle Deckard.
Luce whistled to himself as the elevator made its way down, wondering what it was that absolutely required his physical presence. The memo had been dramatically short and to the point:
Come to your old office. Tell no one.
Despite being happy with his work Above, Luce'd gotten a fun little thrill out of ducking out for the afternoon to attend this intriguingly clandestine meeting. Luce grinned and straightened his paisley tie, smoothing it down over his periwinkle blue shirt as the lift came to a stop with a soft ding. Walking with long, straight backed strides, Luce nodded in greeting to the workers in the hallway, a few of them staring in wide-eyed amazement as he passed them by. Hearing whispers, he grinned to himself.
After rounding another bend, down to the main floor of the common area, he took the stairs up to the office two at a time. Pausing at the doorway, his hand lifted to knock, he smirked. What was that... excitement he felt? It had been a while...
Luce rapped the door just once for decorum and entered, walking into the well-appointed office with a bright smile.
"Now what did you have me come all the way down here for? You know I'm a busy man..." he said to the figure in the chair. However, when the chair swivelled around and he saw that it was just the foreman, Luce frowned.
"Saul? Where's Byron?" Luce asked the big Abaddonian, a touch apprehensive.
The demon, hulking and tusked with eyes like bullet holes, ducked his head like a shamed dog.
"He's not here, sir," Saul mumbled.
Luce clenched his jaw, his whole body tense.
"Well... where is he?"
"That's the thing, sir," replied Saul in a meek voice. "We can't find him anywhere..."
That's right... There's a sequel to Devil brewing in my skull and that's how I think I'll start it. It probably won't be a long book, but I'm going to try to get it out in time for Halloween of next year. :)
And that's it! I have to get back to writing.
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Howdy folks! It's a beee-utiful day up here in Montréal with the sun shining, and though it's a little on the cold side (-8ºC/17.6ºF), the end of winter is nigh. I can feel it in my bones, and bones never lie ;)
A little something special today: I'm featured over at Twinsie Talk for MM March Madness! Why not head on over there to read the interview and enter the giveaway! I'm ponying up ecopy of book one of each of my series—Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas, Sarge, and The Complications of T.
That's an and, not an or... you get all three books!
Go on... see you there :)
"Je t'aime."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I love you."
"No... No, you don't."
"I do."
"You're just upset because he's seeing someone else. Call me when you start thinking with your dick again."
"God... you're an asshole."
"See, that's better. Yes. I am an asshole. Now go peddle your love somewhere else... I don't want it."
"Christ."
"You're crying? That's it..."
"Don't hang up! Please? Ok? Ok? I've stopped."
"I don't need this."
"But... Listen... I thought you and I were—"
"No."
"But I thought—"
"No."
"Do you enjoy hurting me?"
"I don't care one way or the other."
"Jesus... Why do you have to say that? Don't you know what it feels like to have your heart crapped all over?"
"Actually... I don't. No one's been able to find mine."
"Oh."
There was a long pause where he could hear sniffling and hitched breathing on the other end. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead.
"Ok. Listen... Stop fucking crying. Get some sleep. Take a day to get your head on straight. Then we'll talk."
"Can I come over?"
"Maybe tomorrow."
"Tonight?"
"What the fuck did I just say?"
"Ok. Ok. I'm sorry."
"I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to stop crying and pay attention to my words so I don't have to repeat myself."
"I will. I promise."
"Now go to bed like a good boy."
"I will. Then we'll talk tomorrow?"
"Then we'll talk, yes... But, if you ever want your dick anywhere near my ass again, leave the 'I love you' crap out of it."
"Ok. I promise."
"Good."
He hung up, lit another cigarette, and ducked out the window to the fire escape. The night breeze was cool on his bare chest and he smiled as he stood watching the twinkling city lights below.
Wondering which retailer pays me the most?
#1 is Payhip. Not a retailer, but an online shop that I've set up myself. This is where I make the most return on my books.
Then after that it gets a little complicated, but these are the three best choices:
At Eden Books*, I make 70% royalties for all titles.
At Smashwords, I make 60% royalties for all titles.
At Amazon, for books OVER $2.99 (USD) I make 70% royalties and for books UNDER $2.99 I make 35%
So... if the book is under $2.99, buy from Eden Books or Smashwords.
If the books is over $2.99, buy from Eden Books or Amazon.
But best of all, buy from my Payhip store :)
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