Jerri Drennen's New Release: Unearthed!

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Blurb:

Uncovering a ghostly secret, one skeleton at a time.

After years of investigating paranormal activity, lead ghost hunter, Jack Trader has little to show until, at an abandoned farm house in the boot-heels of Missouri, he and his partner record the presence of an angry specter. When the time approaches to show their proof, somehow it’s been erased, forcing them back to the house to try and re-film the footage.

Renovations at Lila Monclair’s successful bed & breakfast bring more than dust, noise and boot prints to the halls of the Inn. A ghostly figure, in the form of a mysterious, dark-haired woman in 40’s style dress keeps frightening off guests. As word spreads of the possible haunting, a number of reservations are canceled. Now Lila’s worried she could lose everything.

Jack and Lila are seduced by these star-crossed ghosts, each in search of the other. Together, they play out the nightmare that tore the two soul’s apart more than 70 years ago, while the budding romance between them is threatened by an indiscretion of Jack’s that has Lila questioning if he's even worthy of her love.

Unearthed excerpt

“See anything, Jack?” The voice of his partner, Cody McCoy filled his left ear, the Bluetooth-type hardware transmitting with ease. The ultimate goal for his team was to catch sight of an orb of glowing energy, a sure indicator of paranormal activity.

“I’m in the last of the rooms. Give me a second.” Jack moved to the window, his eyes straining to make out anything that wasn’t illuminated by the light’s stream.

Nothing.

He glanced back toward the door.

Nope. Not a thing to indicate a ghost inhabited the house.

Maybe the reports of the old Martin place being haunted were merely rumor—blown out of proportion by a bunch of overzealous, trespassing kids. It’d hardly be the first time, or the last, for that matter. Jack was disappointed all the same. He needed something to film, or they’d have to write off this trip to the boot hills of Missouri as another wild goose chase. Specter, Inc. couldn’t afford many more of those, especially after losing their funding. A disaster he blamed on himself.

Heaving a sigh of frustration, he started for the door. In the middle of the room, a sudden chill engulfed him.

He stopped.

Was it an apparition or a simple draft?

“Cody,” he whispered, “I walked into a cold spot.” The temperature dipped lower, an arctic blast biting into his skin, and the hairs on his nape bristled.

A sharp, almost inaudible voice uttered, Get out.


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H.C. Brown - Dragonfae

My good friend, H.C. Brown has a brand new release. It's about dragons!  I love dragons and H.C.'s voice!  If you want a hot and awesome book, then be sure and check this one out.  You'll love it.

Buy link: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1989

Blurb:

Dragonfae & The Soul Catcher
Book one in the Dragonfae Series

After finding a dragon shape shifter, trapped in a magyck circle, Thalia succumbs to the erotic pull of this ethereal being. She must confront her fear of men and help Lumos, the Dragonfae, find his way home.

Thalia of Broclarre’s life deteriorates into chaos from the moment King Garro blames her for the queen’s death. Branded a Soul Catcher, brutalized by the king’s guards, and banished with her cat, Brew, she fights for survival in the Singing Forest. Each night she sings to her dream lover, the Nightdragon, to come to her.

Lumos’s life is wonderful. His bed is never empty. Many faeries flock to pamper the delicious Dragonfae before meets the challenger for the rule of Drakka in a fight to the death. Each day is bliss until his alter ego, the Nightdragon, hears the Dragonsong of his mate. Lumos, now consumed with love for the girl who haunts his dreams, leaves Drakka to search for Thalia.

Unbeknown to Lumos, the evil Magus of Fullmount used Thalia’s song to lure the Dragonfae away from Drakka and the challenge. Trapped in a magyck circle without his powers or the ability to shift into the Nightdragon, Lumos is helpless. He has to use all his masculine charms to convince the terrified Thalia to trust him.

If Lumos misses the challenge, Drakka will fall into the hands of the Magus. Is Lumos’s love for his terrified mate strong enough to repair the damaged Thalia? Creatures from the Darkside block them at every turn. Will Thalia trust Lumos enough to fight by his side and help him return to Drakka in time for the challenge? Or will she run screaming from the handsome Fae who morphs into the Nightdragon?

Excerpt:

Copyright © H.C. Brown, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.
Excerpt From: Dragonfae & The Soul Catcher

DrakkaLumos stretched on the soft sheet, the delectable taste of Lucinda lingered on his tongue. He licked his bottom lip. The heavy scent of feminine arousal caused his cock to fill, igniting an urgency to take her again. Gods, of late, no female satisfied him for long. Tomorrow I will invite those sweet things visiting from Draconia to my bed. He smiled into the darkness, enjoying the languid weightlessness from a night of indulgent sex. Under his palm, the female’s belly quivered at his touch, the Faerie’s peach-fuzz skin an erotic delight. Raised up on one elbow, he gazed at Lucinda. Moonlight bathed her body, turning her sweat-soaked skin into the finest alabaster. The Faerie held her lips in a swollen pout. Her long, platinum hair stuck to her cheeks, and spilled down her back to curl around her heart-shaped bottom. Lumos skimmed a path to Lucinda’s pert breast and fondled the Faerie’s rosy nipple.

I am insatiable. Gods, he had enjoyed the pleasure of three Faeries this eve before Lucinda had demanded his undivided attention. All had come to his bed to ease the worry of the upcoming battle—the Nightdragon would soon have to defend the kingdom of Drakka with a fight to the death.

He bent to suckle the cherry tip. I have over six months and many sweet Faeries to bed before I meet Kird. The dragon inside him stirred. The connection boomed in Lumos’ mind. The voice of the Nightdragon disturbed his thoughts.

'Lumos, put aside your lust and listen.'

Lumos lifted his head. No sound echoed through the stillness of the palace. 'Listen to what? Go back to sleep, I’ll not have you disturb my rest.'

'We are not asleep.' The Nightdragon pushed harder against Lumos’ consciousness. 'Do you think I sleep while you indulge your lust? In truth, I find it quite intoxicating, although I do not experience any pleasure.'

The dragon chuckled. 'Now I have your attention, do listen. Can you not hear the melody carried from afar?'

With a grunt, Lumos turned his head and caught a lilting song as if carried on the breeze, yet no wind brushed his face. The voice, female, alluring, curled around Lumos’ heart in a lover’s embrace. Flames of wicked, sensual delight licked up the inside of his thighs to caress his balls. Gods, what is happening to me? Gasping, he sat on the edge of the bed. His mind filled with a sweet gentle voice.

'Dragon of the moon, I see your shadow as you search the night.
Come to me, with skin of darkness, eye of green.
Take me—honour me, for I am yours.
I beg you, Nightdragon, save me from my plight.'

The dragon inside him roared. Smoke poured from Lumos’ nostrils. He slid from the bed and strolled to the balcony. The hint of a breeze cooled his heated skin. Turning his head to catch the melodic tones of an angel, he gazed far into the distance. 'What is that? The song befuddles my brain, yet is strangely compelling. Gods, I think I’m dying of pleasure.'

Far in the distance, the female’s voice continued to seduce him with deep longing. A desire like no other compelled him to rush to her side.

'Lust consumes me. What is this song, dragon?'

'It is the Dragonsong. Fly, Lumos, set me free.'

Lumos unfurled his wings, confused by his dragon’s request. 'The Dragonsong is a myth, some trick to lure us from Drakka.'

'No, Lumos, this is no falsehood. Our mate calls to us, and every second we waste arguing, her song drifts out of reach. If I take to the sky, I may be able to determine which direction to take.' The Nightdragon brushed against Lumos' mind. 'Fly now.'

'I think you are mistaken but I will do as you wish.' Urgency, anticipation and joy shimmered through Lumos from his dragon. He took a deep breath and leapt into the air. The song replayed, dancing on the breeze. His heart clenched with recognition. Somewhere deep inside a connection formed and a name slammed hard into his mind. Thalia.

How could a simple song cause such a reaction? His inner dragon acted on instinct and Lumos relied on the beast’s judgement. He opened his wings, moving swiftly away from the palace. Heat burned his flesh. The dragon clawed at his mind.

'Set me free.'

In a burst of white magyck, the Nightdragon exploded into the darkness and soared into the sky. With a flap of black velvet wings, the demanding beast circled the kingdom of Drakka. The Nightdragon’s ears strained, twisting this way and that, to pick up the direction of the song. The beast’s roars of frustration echoed through the empty streets. Lumos stared down at the rows of houses. His people lived in trepidation of the coming challenge.

Have no fear, good people of Drakka, I will give my life to protect you.

Through his dragon’s sight, Lumos watched as if he was a visitor in this massive body. Everything appeared smaller from such a distance. Indeed, the palace resembled a child’s toy. The dragon distinguished all things living by auras of different colours. The display of brilliant hues lit the Drakkan nightscape with a rainbow of life.

The Nightdragon accelerated, leaving the city far behind. He searched in a wide arc for the origin of the elusive song. Exhilarated with the power of his alter ego, Lumos wanted to stay in dragon form forever. The strength of the dragon surged through him, all earthly bounds dropped away, and he became one with the Nightdragon in the search for their mate.

The song faded, the last strains hanging for a moment of bliss in the night air. Defeated, the dragon rose through the clouds to pay homage to the moon. With air filling his massive wings, the Nightdragon glided down to perch on the highest peak. As the beast scrambled for purchase, his curved talons ripped at the rock face, dislodging boulders. The ensuing landslide thundered down the mountainside, crashing into the valley below and sending up great plumes of dust. The Nightdragon opened his massive maw and roared in anguish. White-hot flames poured from his snout and blasted the rock face, melting the granite into a shimmer of white crystal. The Nightdragon’s distress rippled through Lumos.

'I have failed to find the origin of the song.'

'Then it is the gods’ will. Cymbeline will guide us to our mate when the time is right.' Lumos had not intended to take a mate, not yet. Indeed, he enjoyed the company of as many Faeries as he chose. Drakka would surely fall if he fell beneath a mate’s spell before the challenge. Gods, he had no time for such things. 'I admit the song intrigued me, yet as it faded, so did the desire.'

'Our mate’s song travelled from far beyond the reaches of our realm and yet her voice consumed you with sexual euphoria. No female will satisfy you now.' The Nightdragon lifted his head to gaze into the endless sky. 'The goddess gives us but one mate, Lumos.'

With a snort, Lumos languished in the memory of his night of passion. Although much to his chagrin, the Dragonsong had filled him with erotic delight. What if the dragon spoke the truth and, after this night, he would have no desire for another female?

Wraith's Forest for Free on Amazon!

For the next 3 days from April 9 to April 11 my short story, Wraith's Forest, will be free over on Kindle.

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Fairy tales and haunted woods lead us through L.J. Leger's Beauty and the Beast story of one girl with the weight of a village on her shoulders and the attention of a very unlikely soul.

 Jenna is chosen for the coveted task of gathering the magical fruit to preserve the peaceful balance of the secret valley where she and many others live. During the harvest, one fruit is damaged and the task of healing the bruise falls on Jenna’s shoulders. She must enter the Wraith’s Forest, retrieve a magical blade from the specter who lives there so the valley will remain a utopia. But once she makes contact with the Wraith, her fear slowly disappears and her curiosity is aroused with more questions of why the Wraith is in the Forest and the true purpose for the harvest. If you love Beauty and Beast type fairy tales, Wraith’s Forest is the book to read. Perfect for Young Adults!

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My Cover for Enchanted

I received my new cover from Lyrical Press for my upcoming release, Enchanted.  I love it!  Let me know what you think.  I'll post the blurb soon!

A Little Bit of What I Love by Lucy Felthouse

Thanks to Judith for having me here today to share a little bit about my novella, Love Through Time, which was just released as part of Noble Romance's Timeless Desire collection.

The background of my story is simple – the theme was chosen for us. "Timeless desire" was to be out theme to interpret as we wished. I scratched my head for a while trying to come up with something that I was happy with, and wanted to write. Once I had the idea, though, there was no stopping me. Because, you see, after then I simply went on to write a little bit of what I love.

I love country houses, libraries and books. I spend lots of my weekends going around visiting country houses and admiring their interiors and exteriors. I see a lot of their libraries, some more impressive than others, and more houses still which have bookshelves here, there and everywhere.

When I came up with the idea for Love Through Time I immediately knew that I wanted to set it in a country house. Preferably in a library. Which is how the idea of making the main character, Emily, a book conservator came about. That way, she could be working with books in a library, inside a country house. 

Right there, you have three things that I love, all rolled into one story!

The house in the story, Westbury Manor, doesn't really exist. It's an amalgamation of different houses. I've basically chosen my favourite features from many houses and put them together to make a suitable setting for my novella. The library, however, is based on a real place, with some tweaks to make it work better within my story.

It was great fun to write about these places in Love Through Time, and set the action within places that I'm enthusiastic about and love to visit. It's stories like this that make being a writer so much fun! I hope that you'll read the story and be mentally transported to the setting, seeing what I've seen, and exactly why I'm so enthusiastic about it.

Happy reading!

Blurb:

Westbury Manor is a stately home with a fascinating past, and when book conservator Emily Stone starts uncovering it, she's startled by what she finds . . . .

Emily arrives at Westbury Manor with a job to do. She's to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She'd expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.

Buy link: https://www.nobleromance.com/Authors/162/Lucy-Felthouse

Excerpt:

Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive toward the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home, and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. She'd been invited. She had a job to do.

An elderly lady stood in the porch, smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the hall. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman at the door, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently to the side, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to enter. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.

Finally, the last of Westbury Hall's visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single, stone step to the threshold, she took the hand already offered her.

Shaking Emily's hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, "You must be Miss Stone." Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her age, she was far from past it. "I'm Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor."

"I am," Emily replied, dropping her hand back to her side, "but please, call me Emily. It's lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?"

Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.

"I do," the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, "I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn't worry about me disturbing you."

"Oh no," Emily said, worried she'd inadvertently rubbed Mrs. Thompson the wrong way. "I didn't mean that. I was just curious. You're more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson; although, I'm afraid you won't see anything terribly exciting."

Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily sighed silently with relief. She'd yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she'd been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall's is particularly rich."

Emily smiled. The woman's enthusiasm was infectious. "Well then," she replied, "I can't wait to learn more about it. I hope you'll feed me full of historical tidbits while I'm here?"

Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. "Come, my dear, I won't hold you up any longer. I'll show you to the library, where you'll soon start uncovering Westbury's illustrious history for yourself."

*****

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

My Favorite Thing To Eat!!

My dear hubby is going to cook me some Garfish patties tomorrow.  It's been about 5 or 6 years since he last cooked them. I know, some of you are looking at me like, WTH?  What is Garfish?  Well, this is totally (well, as far as I know) a Louisiana Cajun recipe.  Hubby made like 200 patties for a get together last time and when I say NONE were left, the platters were empty. 

My oldest son came across this alligator garfish.  No, we're not eating this one. He found it floating already dead and took the picturs. Son is over 6'3". He wears size 12 shoes just to give you an idea of how big this fish is.  And he was on a boat so there's distance between the two. Cool, ain't it?!

Here's our recipe!
Garfish (deboned),onions, celery,  green onions, parsley,  garlic powder,  broad crumbs,  eggs,  salt and pepper, panko crumbs.

Boil potatoes. Hubby starts to cut up the onions, celery, green onions, parley in a food processor. He bought boneless Garfish so he doesn't have to clean or debone it. He also puts the meat into a food processor to shread it so that it's easier to work with when he starts combining everything.

Add all the ingrediants except for the potatoes.  When they are finished cooking, let them cool then add them into the mixture. Squash all of this together and make patties the same way you would for hamburgers. He's goining to coat them this year in a milk and egg mixture and coat them with an outer layer of panko crumbs. Once done, fry in a deep fryer or even a skillet.

They're done when they turn golden.

Can I say a meal fit for a Queen?  OMG!  You haven't eaten until you've tried Garfish patties!

Hope everyone has a great weekend.  If you're bored and need some good reading matieral, I still have my short story, Wraith's Forest for .99 at Amazon! It's already gotten 2 five star ratings over at ARe.

Here's the link to Wraith's Forest
and to my latest release, Dragon Wish!

Dragon Wish Release!

YES!!!

My Fantasy Romance, DRAGON WISH, is out today! 

Can I say ecstatic? 

Up on cloud nine?

Dancing in the streets...

sheets...

where ever?

Screaming with hysterical joy?

Be sure and check this one out. 

Dragon Wish / Wild Child Publishing

Everyone who's read it has fallen in love with it!!

Blog Hop, Follow Friday...Da Dah Da Dah...Number 9 (yes I miscounted the last time)

Basically you answer the questions, hop around to other people's blog and follow them. Oh, yeah, you answer the question too.  You wouldn't believe some of the really great blogs out there!  I love doing this.

"If you were given the chance to spend one day in a fictional world (from a book), which book would it be from and what would that place be?"


I think I would love to be a part of Julia Quinn's Regency era.  Love her books.  She makes reading about her characters lives so enjoyable.

Q. It's circle time. Time for us to open up and share. Can you tell us FIVE quirky habits or things about you? We all have them...


OMG! 

K, here we go!

1. I drink all the milk out of my cereal before I eat it.
2. I love Techno music.
3. I talk to my plants and trees.
4. I love to sit with my legs crossed Indian fashion (suppose that's what kept me limber)
5. I can tune out any thing when I'm reading or writing. 


Not too weird, but definitely quirky.  Thanks to everyone who stops by to comment and follow!!

Tap...tap...cough...Can you hear me?

Good, good. 

Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that yes, can you believe it, my fantasy novel, Dragon Wish is up for presales at Wild Child Publishing.

It's been a long journey but oh, so worth it.

DRAGON WISH - Pick up your copy here!



A vision, a wish, and a journey plagued by evil.

Cold, desolate cliffs and a white dragon’s blue gaze captures Seren Jordan in a terrifying vision. A universe away, Paladin Fulcan--prince, captain, and sorcery-shadowed seed of dragonkind--struggles to overcome his grief during the long journey to where he must bury his wife and son. Seeing a shooting star, he violates the most sacred law of the dragonseed: he makes a wish.

A dragonseed's wish can open the gates between realities, can alter fate. But has fate itself decreed this wish? For the throne-less dragonseed's destiny is entwined with that of a mortal mate; their son is fated to be the One True Dragon King to rule over all the dragons. But not all dragons are content to accept one rule, and the rebels quietly gather allies to prevent the birth of Seren's baby.


Genre: Romance/Fantasy
Book Length: Plus Novel
Word Count: 101,046
Pages: 327
Price: $6.99