Thank you Erzabet for featuring us today J
We're very excited to be here and to share our story. We are
all friends who met on line, following on from a writing competition, when we decided
to form a critique group. The Eclipse Of The Blood Moon is one of six
collaborations we have worked on together.
Blurb:
When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of
darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy
or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his
human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected
by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl
he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.
In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to
break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in
the sky?
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So how did this
collaboration come about?
We chat to each other in Skype all the time and on this
particular occasion Doris and Arya were discussing Evernight Publishing's
latest Halloween Anthology call. Doris had an idea for it and as we always
discuss submission calls and brainstorm together this was not at all unusual
for us. As we're bouncing ideas off each other one idea took on a life of its
own, involving the Blood Moon and Halloween.
"Why don't we make this our next group project?"
Arya asked.
One Pinterest board and some arm twisting of various members
later, we were off and away, and the rest is history as they say.
Luckily Evernight liked the idea, when we pitched our
project to them, and this Anthology was born.
We leave you with a little excerpt from each one of our
stories—enjoy!
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Destined
Lovers – Doris O'Connor
"You're not
running away screaming."
He raised their linked
hands over his heart, and she leant into the palm cupping her face.
"I wouldn't get
very far if I tried, now, would I? Not with whatever is out there." She
held her breath at the fury contorting his features as his fangs ran out just a
little, and her pussy contracted in response. This was insane. She didn't react
like this to men, ever, only in her dreams. Come morning she could never
remember the pleasure inducing shadowy figure; only the nightmares
remained—nightmares that now invaded her waking hours and had her facing a real
life vampire.
"Besides, if you
wanted to eat me, I dare say you would have done so by now."
The hold on her hand
grew painful, and the deep growl pitched her arousal higher still. Damn that was sexy.
"You have no idea
how much I do want to eat you."
The growled words
should have sent her screaming, but they seemed to have the opposite effect on
her wayward body. She gave in to instinct and standing on tiptoes ran her free
hand through his slightly too long hair and tugged his head down. He went as
still as a statue when she touched her lips to his and whispered, "Then
eat me."
Atone
For The Moon – Raven McAllan
Overhead the blood moon hung low in the sky. Its
orange glow cast an eerie shadow over the landscape, making every tiny bush
that lined the pathway to the car park look sinister and ready to burst into
flames. Lucy shivered. Her skin felt as if the moon had touched her, warning
her that things were changing, fast. As if to remind her of the fact, the scar
on her mound throbbed violently, and her bum felt as if tiny pin pricks were
bombarding it.
She waited anxiously for Nick's reply.
"You scream better than any banshee, Lucy, believe
me, but not now," he said, his voice dark and rough. "Please not yet.
I'll be happy to make you scream later."
What did he mean by that? Lucy squinted up at him,
his face harsh, chiseled and set in the moonlight. His eyes were dark, and she
could swear, full of sadness. Her stomach heaved, and she gulped at the swirl
of emotion churning around inside it.
"Explain."
"I
can't." The anguish in his voice reached deep inside her, churning her
gut, and sending slithers of guilt through her body. "Not here, not
yet."
Damn it. "Well I'm not moving until you
do." Lucy tugged her hand out of his and folded her arms. Her foot tapped
impatiently on the pavement, the staccato noise loud in the silence.
"Sorry then. I've got no choice."
Property
Lines – Cherie Nichols
“This land
belongs to my pack. Just because my father got distracted by a flash of
cleavage doesn’t mean you can tell me what do to.” He growled low at her.
“A flash of
cleavage?” Celeste came out of the chair, and moved closer to the cage. Did he
really think his father, an Alpha of high standing, would do anything for a
“flash of cleavage”?
“Yeah, why
else would he have let you take over our most sacred ground if you didn’t
sweeten the offer?” He ran his gaze up and down her body.
Celeste
narrowed her eyes as she leaned against the cage and looked in at him.
“Well, it’s
not like your father knew that there needed to be a witch on this land to
ensure the health, wealth, and happiness of your entire pack or anything, is
it?”
“That’s an old
wives’ tale. One you persuaded my father to believe in.”
With a frown
she tipped her head to the side.
“Do you have
so little faith in your father that he would simply hand over land to anyone?”
“I have full
faith in my father, but I have just as much faith that you would use those big
breasts, long eyelashes, and suckable lips to get exactly what you want.” He
snapped the words.
Celeste simply
leaned there waiting for him to realize exactly what he had just said.
Three, two, one
“Dammit, that
is not what I meant, and you know it, Cel!”
Gypsy
Butterfly – Michaela Rhua
He
must be an early riser. His deep, rumbling voice, which hummed a few chords of
an unknown song, made her smile to herself. She was unsure of what to do.
Usually no one was awake this early, so she had the cabin to herself, but with
him there she hesitated. Get over yourself! She walked quietly to the next
cubicle, but as she did so, his door opened slowly. Water continued to fall. He
may not have locked the door properly. She put her head down trying not to
look, but as his cubicle came into view, she could not help but glance in his
direction.
The
sight was mesmerizing. Strong, long legs led to a tight ass. His waist was
small but then broadened upwards to wide shoulders. As he scrubbed his head,
his back muscles tightened and relaxed with the movement of his muscular arms.
She stopped, just drinking in the sight. Then he turned, and she gasped. Nali
covered her mouth to avoid him hearing her there. He stood in the shower with
his eyes closed against the soapy suds. Her gaze followed the slow trail of
suds downwards as they travelled over the toned torso, over his shaped stomach
muscles to his relaxed cock, which still looked unbelievably thick and long.
She wondered how large it would be when erect and how it would feel as it slid
into her. He flicked his head as fresh water fell, cleaning the soap.
The
Black Widow – Arya Grey
I stood on the
corner of 9th Avenue, in what used to be the marketplace, and
watched the modern Louisiana youth light up the town in their drunken antics.
Girls—dressed in nothing more than their undergarments—were hollering, falling
sideways on the street with a belly full of the devil's juice and spreading
their legs for any passing man. And to
think Acadia did this to me for something as innocent as consummating with the
love of my life before marriage. She'd have a field day with this new world, if
she were still alive.
But the possibility of more like me was hardly
on my mind. The blood moon would rise in just two days, and I'd finally get the
chance to break Acadia's curse. It was the moment I had waited over a century
for.
"Come
the second rise of blood, you shall gain a chance to restore your life, but you
must prepare to give your heart beforehand…" At least I had gotten
that much out of her before I broke her petit fuckin' neck.
I still wore the dried crimson roses and
ceramic skulls she had wrapped in her hair, now fossilized into perfect shape,
as a trophy. It was the least I could do, considering what she'd done to me,
and a further warning to other priestesses alike. It was that or her teeth, but
I'd like to think I'm much classier than that.
Have we got you intrigued?
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Doris bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description
for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when
people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to
toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children,
pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic
goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all,
like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even
more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters
tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris
burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and
quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales
involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.
From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories
are guaranteed.
Raven Bio:
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and
their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful
scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional
deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of
Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is
used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks
through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her
a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
Cherie Bio:
Cherie Nicholls is an author of Paranormal Romance.
By day she is an IT Manager and by night she whips up worlds where alpha men
find their mates and people are always more than human.
Cherie was born and lives in London, UK and is a
daughter, sister, sister-in-law, aunt, aunt-in-law, great-aunt, and godmother
in an ever growing family. She has a passion for shifter stories, most any
sport and thimbles...don’t ask.
Michaela Bio:
Michaela Rhua is a doctor's wife who lives life at
odd hours depending on when her husband is on call. She had been known to be up
and about at 2 am working on her next erotic tale.
She has three teenage children; twin boys aged
seventeen and a daughter aged 15, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst
travelling on the train into work that she has time to create her characters
and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window.
Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles
down in her trusty notebook.
Arya Bio:
Arya Grey was born in Scotland, but lived in the
state of Arizona for ten years. She now resides in a quiet Scottish town.
She has been writing for twelve years, dabbling
mostly in poetry but started writing novels when a friend mentioned NaNoWriMo
to her. Since that moment you can now find Arya's nose touching her Mac and her
fingers on the keys at every given chance. With an endless imagination, it
never leaves for a dull moment.
In her free time she likes to draw, paint, crochet
(amigurumi), and play the odd videogame. She prides herself on being a bit of a
geek, especially when it comes to Batman, and is a sucker for anything horror
related.
thanks for inviting over...
ReplyDeleteThank you for hosting us all.
ReplyDeleteCongrats, ladies! Another one for my TBR pile. :)
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