Thursday, October 20, 2016

Spank or Treat 2016: Genesis

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for SPANK OR TREAT 2016!

Spank or Treat 2016 is a blog hop where you can read teasers of the upcoming anthology Spank or Treat: Sexy Spanking Shorts with a Royal Blush. Not only that, but you'll have the chance to win goodies while visiting authors on the hop. Each author participating in the blog hop is offering a prize, but you have to visit to get the prize. Your comment on their blogs enters you.

How do you play?

Visit each blog between Friday, October 21st and Sunday, October 23rd to read the stories. 

Leave a a comment on each blog. You must demonstrate that you have read the entire story. Copy-and-paste or inappropriate comments will be disqualified. 

Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 23rd! 

My giveaway closes at noon EST on October 24th.

The blog hop goes all weekend and the winners will be announced after the blog hop ends. For this blog, you must be 18 yrs or older and please void where prohibited. All you have to do is fill out the Rafflecopter form at the end of this blog post and you're entered!

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit
Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.

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Monday, October 17, 2016

Coming Soon! #SpankorTreat 2016

Exciting times! I'm taking part for the first time, and find myself in amazing company! If you want to know more, please check out this event on Facebook (starting Oct. 21st), and follow the #spankortreat hashtag on Twitter.

You can come back here on Oct. 21st for part of my story and links to the other blogs. Genesis is a prequel to RISE, the beginning of Daphne and Madina's love story, and the revolution, through Madina's eyes.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Excerpt: RISE (Daphne/Madina)


Daphne caught up with her on the sidewalk. Madina didn’t offer acceptance or rejection, so they walked in silence for a few minutes. She hoped Daphne wouldn’t ask her any questions. She was still winded from tonight’s events, and she had no news for her.
“I tried,” Daphne said. “Okay, I didn’t try very long, but I did, and it felt terrible. I don’t want to lose you. Whatever it takes to make it right, I will do it.”
“What have we gotten ourselves into?” Madina asked. She didn’t expect an answer either, and frankly, she knew the truth all to well. It wasn’t like all the ugliness had started to happen all of a sudden—it was only a matter how much of a privilege one had to ignore the status quo, or how close a look one dared. Once she’d done the latter, the result was disastrous. She wanted to help. She wanted to do her part to bring about change. They’d been doing this for a few weeks now, and Madina was tired beyond measure, from spells, from arguments, from the ever growing ignorance. She stopped in the middle of the road almost colliding with Daphne.
“Wait. I don’t think Morton is going to describe me in so much detail to the police. I could be wrong, but…He’s got something to lose as well.” Lulled into a comfortable relaxed state by the flight with Rafi, she had forgotten to mention this detail. “There was a half-naked man in his apartment.”
Daphne stared at her in disbelief, then she burst out laughing. “Wow, talk about…not a surprise. That little shit, crying about the gay menace threatening civilization itself with its agenda. You’re right. I think you’re safe. He wouldn’t want his party friends to know about that.”
“Yeah. He still called the police on me, so I guess it’s only fair that I have to go into exile for a couple of weeks.”
“I’ll be with you,” Daphne reminded her. “Kicking bad guy ass, it’s going to be fun. We do it better together.”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Madina had to laugh too. “That sounds like a slogan for a superhero movie.”
“If the shoe fits…I’ll take it.”
Madina held her gaze, and all of a sudden she was equally thrilled and scared for the future and the challenges it would bring. They had gone into this with a somewhat cocky attitude, aware of all the advantages they brought to the fight—the enemy was far more numerous and dangerous than they had imagined, on so many levels. Maybe that was why no paranormals before them had tried to change the disastrous order of patriarchy.
They had each other though, and the present moment.
“What’s on your agenda tonight?” she asked, hopeful, breathless, worried she’d already done too much damage to their relationship by requesting a break.
“I don’t know. That kind of depends on you. Want to go over those files together?”
Madina was fairly sure that if she said yes, preparation for the trip wasn’t the only thing that was going to happen. She was going to see more ugliness, for sure, and for that, she needed to steel herself, know who was on her side and whom she could trust. Daphne would never hurt her, and she’d never take an innocent life.
“Why not? I’m sure Rafi will appreciate it when we’re better prepared the next time. Let’s do it.”
When they arrived at Madina’s apartment, there was no police surrounding the building which made her hopeful her theory could be right, and Morton would lay low after that first bout of anger. Would he understand, though, or would his policies be even worse, revenge? Tomorrow, she’d probably have the answer from the Elders, and with their backing, she could do a lot more, delegate, create bigger, far-reaching spells. Maybe she could even take some time off from work to research, and do more teaching. It would all come together.
They hadn’t been apart for that long, but when Daphne pulled up her shirt, her warm hands exploring Madina’s body, it seemed like forever. Maybe she was still experiencing after-effects from the flight, or the tropical cocktail she’d had at the bar, but the future didn’t look so bad anymore. Madina enjoyed the present as well. It didn’t take long until they were both naked, limbs entwined like neither of them wanted to let go, ever.
“I can make you fly too,” Daphne whispered.

If you enjoyed this teaser, you can check out the book here:


Thursday, September 29, 2016

RISE - It's coming! Release & Author Takeover

 RISE is out now, and there'll be some exciting activities in the days after.

Several awesome authors have signed up to join me for a celebratory author takeover, starting Wednesday Oct. 5th (Link will take you to the Facebook event). Check out the schedule for when to meet them here:

Takeover Schedule (all times are EST)

Wednesday, 10/5:
14:00 Introduction
15:00: Liz McMullen
16:00: Anastasia Vitsky
17:00: McKayla Schutt
18:00: Sandie Will
19:00: Rose Montague

Thursday, 10/6
15:00: Jan Baren
16:00: Amy Leibowitz Mitchell
17:00: Rhavensfyre
18:00: Raven J. Spencer
19:00: Ann Aptaker

Friday, 10/7
15:00: Darla Baker
16:00: MJ Williamz
17:00: Josette Reuel
18:00: Fiona Zedde
19:00: JL Gaynor

Saturday, 10/8
15:00: Jodie Pierce
16:00: Melissa Grace
17:00: Sonnet O'Dell
18:00: Wrap

Each author will handle their individual hour. I'll give away an e-copy of RISE each day, and one winner will walk away with their copy plus this angel wing necklace:

The only thing you have to do to enter is click "join"  (you don't have to be around for the entire event).
See you there!

Monday, September 19, 2016

RISE: Excerpt:

Only ten days! To continue the countdown to the release of RISE, here's an excerpt:

“What did I miss?” Madina blurted out as she rushed into the back room of the bar where Daphne was tending to a pissed off Cass, removing a bloody bandage from her shoulder. The piece of cloth was soaked, but there was only a gash marring the shifter’s skin, closing already, which told Madina the incident had happened a few hours ago.
“The usual human BS,” Daphne told her. If she sounded tired, it wasn’t actually physical, more her weary-of-the-world and fed-up-with-humans mood. Instinctively, Madina took a step backwards, feeling a pang of guilt she could never entirely rid herself of whenever this subject came up. Somewhere in her bloodline, on her father’s side, there was human in her ancestry, not always a reason to be proud. Not all humans were kind.
“Where’s Rafi?” she asked quietly.
“With the woman. She’ll be okay.”
“Me too, thanks for asking,” Cass piped up. She was wearing an over-sized shirt and nothing else, no opportunity to get into clothes after shifting, Madina assumed. Not that Cass was overly fond of clothes in that state, she knew.
“You’re okay? Really?”
“Fucker shot her.”
Sometimes, Daphne’s choice of language made her flinch too, but there was little taboo for a vampire of almost seven-hundred years. Madina blushed, glad no one cared, because everyone was aware. The dim light wouldn’t save her in a room full of paranormal beings.
“What happened?”
“The usual. Assholes decided she shouldn’t say no to him, followed her into an alley with his friend. We made it on time. This time.”
Madina didn’t need to ask any more questions. They were all aware of how often there was no one to step in, human or any other kind. There was something she wanted to know though.
“Are they alive? I could come up with some spell,” she offered. “It’s not much, but…”
“Yeah, that would help,” Daphne said, her voice less gruff, warm and affectionate instead as she addressed Madina. “Thanks.”
“No problem. So…what’s going to happen now?”
The vampire and the shifter exchanged a meaningful look, and Madina had a hard time not to feel left out. She shouldn’t, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
“We wait for Rafi,” Cass said. “Then we talk.”
“Sit down. Have a drink,” Daphne suggested. “I’ll make sure you get home safely,” she added with a wink, and Madina smiled, relieved.
They had found something special in their circle, a connection that went beyond even what they had within their own species. She was often worried that with every human screw-up, they might remember her own heritage, but Rafi, Cass and Daphne had been around for long enough to know Madina’s ancestors weren’t the enemy. Neither were all humans, but the ones who clung to a way of life that had wreaked havoc on their kind for many generations.
Her gaze fell on the half-empty bottle of vodka on the table.
“Sure, why not?”
Daphne sneezed, rolling her eyes, not at Madina but her own predictable reaction before the door opened.
“I read your email, Daphne.” Skylar entered the room with a nervous fluttering of wings. “This doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s not...good.” Daphne sneezed again, holding up a hand. “Gee, can’t you leave that damn pixie dust at home?”
Skylar looked offended. “I thought Madina might be running out soon, so…”
“TMI,” Daphne interrupted her. “I’m not exactly sure what kind of spell she does with it, and I don’t think I want to know.” Madina blushed some more. Pixie dust helped changing children’s nightmares into something more pleasant. It also worked on adults in a slightly different way.
“Sit,” Daphne said to Skylar. “We need to talk.”
“I’d say so.” Rafi, in her more casual humanoid state, had joined them, and all jokes about pixie dust or vampires being allergic against it were off the table.
“Ladies, we all know what the problem is. The question is, do we make it ours, and if that’s the case, where the hell do we start?”

Curious? You can pre-order RISE on Amazon. And check out the Author Takeover for a chance to win this necklace. All you have to do to enter is click "join." Hope to see you there!

RISE: Eva & Eden

Eva & Eden

are the human women who inspire the change to come. Capable players decide to step in and fight a grisly reality. In the background of this paradigm shift, the story of Eva and Eden develops.

Eden's life changes drastically one night when after leaving a bar, a man she rejected follows and attempts to assault her. The women who come to her rescue are far from ordinary. One of them apparently changed into a big, scary cat, and back. Another one is immune to bullets, and a third one has...wings? She must have hallucinated, because beings like that don't exist...right?
She will learn that they do indeed exist, and what's going to happen is so much bigger than her, and the five of them.

Eva is a reporter pursuing the story of her life. She is puzzled by the report of two men attacked by a large animal, and when stories of vigilante justice make the rounds, she knows that there is more to them that meets the eye.
She is certain that Eden has answers for her.

And so it begins...

Meet Madina, Daphne, Skylar, Cass and Rafi.

Check out the upcoming Author Takeover here, or pre-order Rise.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

RISE: Rafi


is an archangel who has for a long time believed that humans could be able to find their own way out of bigotry and misogyny. In the present, the evidence is too overwhelming: As long as she and her friends don't intervene, change will be slow, sometimes coming to a halt, the pendulum always swinging back to a certain extent.
Rafi has also witnessed the ignorance humans display not only toward other humans, but the only home they have, the Earth. Angels don't need the Earth or humans, as they can exist anywhere--but Rafi cares, not only for humanity, but her paranormal friends who would not survive if the end of the planet is brought on by humans.

It's on.





Rise for pre-order

Rise Release Author Takeover