COVER REVEAL (Again) – Bittersweet

E-book on sale for $2.99 at Amazon.

Bittersweet_Print Cover

A HUGE thanks to Kat at Aeternum Designs! For the anniversary of Bittersweet’s release, I wanted it to have a facelift. It’s taken me a couple of months of on-and-off searching before I finally found something that I really liked. I absolutely LOVE this cover!

Before you ask, this will be available for The Novel Experience book signing event. If you don’t get me at The Novel Experience, then there are several other times where you can catch me throughout the year. Just check out for where and when on my website.

What I’ve Been Working On

So, there are a couple of updates that I have, and hopefully they’re good ones.

New bookcover for Bittersweet. That’s right! I have a new book cover coming soon for Bittersweet. I’ve seen the draft and it’s gorgeously haunting. I’ll share as soon as it’s finalized. What that means in terms of the story, not much, since the content will remain the same. Which leads me to the second update.

The Novel Experience update. I’ve been wanting to update Bittersweet‘s book cover for a long time now, and there’s no better time than The Novel Experience.  This is pretty much a huge book signing event that will be taking place the last weekend in March and will be held in Atlanta, GA. Check out the link for more details because this will be something you don’t want to miss, especially when you think about the parties, the reader-author get-togethers, the corsets and tattoos. You name it! I’ll be participating in the preview session on Friday and the mega book signing on Saturday. I’m planning to have print copies of Bittersweet with the new cover, too.

Stripped, Book 2 – Untitled. I’ve been saving what I think is the best for last.  Not only have I gotten the rights back for Half-Breed (which I’ll be revising and changing the title), but I’ve been working on the follow-up story to Stripped. The only reason why I feel okay talking about it is because I have about 5,000 words left and I wanted to make sure I could finish it. I’m pretty sure of that now. :) So what’s it about? Well…all I’ll say at this point is that my favorite human hybrid is in the middle of a supernatural mess that involves factions, treachery, and hopefully an ending you won’t see coming. Oh, and did I mention that she’s got the scoop on who’s in love and who’s in denial? Given her familiarity with matters of the heart, navigating those waters as an unwilling cupid might be the most dangerous mission of all.

NEW RELEASE – Native Heart by RaeLynn Blue

Check out this fabulous Valentine’s Day release from RaeLynn Blue. I strongly suggest you get a copy because it’s sizzling! :)

NativeHearts

Title: Native Hearts

Author: RaeLynn Blue

Genre: Erotic Romance Contemporary Romance

Subgenre: Interracial

Series: Native Hearts Series

Publisher: Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC

Promotional Valentine Price: $0.99 (ends 2/28)

Buy Links:

Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC: http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts

All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nativehearts-1416555-149.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Native-Hearts-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00IAUKEIU

 

Blurb: Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack. For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.

Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his wife. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.

Excerpt:

© RaeLynn Blue 2014

 

Scarlet streaks flushed to pink and vibrant orange as the day bled from dawn to dusk. The colors painted the horizon along the burnt dust of the northern edge of the Navajo Nation’s reservation land. At over a mile high, this section of the high desert stretched out in all directions, racing toward its postcard edges. Picturesque, perfect, and patient, the land had witnessed death, destruction, and desperation. So why the H.E. double hockey sticks did Tank have her out here? The bright sunlight, crisp air, and fluffy white clouds belied the near twenty-three degree temperature. February became cold around these parts. The season didn’t care at all that today was Valentine’s Day.

Lee Stone frowned as the bite of another cold blast tore across the mesas and threatened to tear through her coat. Shuddering inside her parka, she could not fathom another Valentine’s Day mired in tragedy or random acts of chaos. Slivers of icy wind streaked through her ebony parka and her sweater, directly to her very bones. With her fingers growing numb inside her leather gloves, she yanked her hat farther down over her ears, and not for the first time, cursed the Valentine’s Day gods. It appeared that for the fourth year in a row, her sweetheart day would end in utter disaster. She looked around.

What could possibly be out here?

Biting her lip, she cast a glance at Tank Begaye. One eyeful of him never satisfied her. It never quenched her constant craving for him. His cowboy hat was tugged low over his eyes, and his arrow-straight black hair tied in a ponytail that hugged the nape of his neck. After four years, most couples’ fires had cooled to a comfortable temperature. Not theirs. Her desire burned blue-hot for him, just like the first day they met. Feeling the familiar tug of hunger skirt across her clit, she squeezed her thighs together before taking the next step forward. Her gaze moved downward from his neck to his leather-clad back, wide and delicious.

Whatever plans he had, she knew that the calloused hand of Fate would knock them off, scattering them into oblivion and the Navajo desert. They crested a ridge that looked out over the valley below. Speckled with Western-style houses, Hogans, and mobile homes, the sheep and yuccas outnumbered the living structures.

“Tank…” She detested the whine threading through her voice, but the suspense threatened to overtake her.
He gazed out toward the valley below and hummed. “It’s beautiful here.”

When she sighed, a stream of condensed air flew from her lips. They’d met at a freak party in Las Vegas and she’d lassoed his heart. He lived in Colorado and she resided in New Mexico. Each year they planned to meet on Valentine’s Day, and each year Fate fucked it up. The first year a blizzard tore through the Southwest and dumped a foot and a half of snow on the Four Corner region. The second year, a fire exploded in Tank’s ranch-style home the day before he’d planned to leave. Last year beat the mother of all tragedies. Tank’s ancient grandmother died two days before V-day. He was devastated. Maybe that was why he had them out here on the rez.

Road weary and exhausted from hiking through the high hills and low valleys of the reservation, Lee put her freezing hands into her pockets and fondled the thin, gift-wrapped box. She’d bought Tank a necklace, one with turquoise and silver crafted by a Zuni silversmith. As a Navajo, Tank had access to Native American crafts, but she’d had this piece crafted just for him. One of her students in Gallup was Zuni and her father a silversmith. Despite the cold outside burning her nose and making her ears sting, the gift warmed her.

“Where are we going?” she asked, calling above the sharp whistle of the wind.

He turned to her in that slow, seductive manner of his. “It’s a surprise.”

She bit back the retort she had in her throat. His sable-brown eyes peered out from beneath the shadow of his cowboy hat. Heat washed over her as if he’d touched her. Feeling better, Lee smiled and found her hope reassured. He did that all the time, sometimes with his voice over the cell phone, and other times with his eyes via Skype. The long distance between them had made maintaining their love a challenge, but when they were together, like this, it was all worth it—every mile, every minute, and every bit of money to keep and nurture what they had. She huddled deeper into her coat. Still, this hiking thing was not how she’d intended to spend her Valentine’s Day.

“This had better be good,” she mumbled.

He nodded and took her hand into his big one. His much larger hand engulfed hers.

“How much farther?”

“Just down this side path.” He inclined his head to the west.

Through the sparse grouping of trees, she saw the small, single-story structure. The door faced east, and puffs of fluffy smoke huffed out of a black circular chimney. Tank stepped in front of her, and led her down the narrow pathway that wound through the desert’s untamed brush. Lee had taught in New Mexico for the last fifteen years, so she recognized the Navajo Hogan when she saw it. A five-sided structure sat alone on the flattest section of the land. Packed adobe covered some of the walls, but harsh New Mexico winters had worn some of it down. The gusty winds whipped it down over the decades.

Lee had no idea what to expect and her feet failed to move. Tank must have felt her hand fall away, and he turned to her, concern on his face.

“What’s going on?” She couldn’t shake her rearing. There were places black folks just didn’t go. Besides, sacred places like Hogans and cemeteries were not normal destinations for Valentine’s Day.

Tank sighed. “It’s Valentine’s Day…”

“Not a sacred Navajo day…” she interjected.

He grinned at that. “No, no it isn’t.”

“So…”

“So follow me and I’ll give you a surprise.”

End Excerpt

Contacts for The Grotesquerie

WIHM 2014

Want to know more about some of the fabulous women keeping me company in The Grotesquerie? Well, check them out…

Vegan by Michele Garber
https://www.facebook.com/michele.garber.5
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michele-Garber/93503967131?ref=hl
https://twitter.com/MicheleGarber
www.michelegarber.com
http://www.pinterest.com/michelegarber/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6893098.Michele_Garber

Cat Birds by Chantal Boudreau
http://chantellyb.wordpress.com

Ice Crystals by M. Von Schussler

Dead Souls by Kris Freestone
http://vikingessa.wordpress.com

Papa’s Wrench and the Wind Chime by Marianne Halbert
https://halbertfiction.webs.com
https://www.facebook.com/marianne.halbert?fref=ts
https://twitter.com/HalbertFiction

The River by Nicole DeGennaro
http://nicoledegennaro.wordpress.com/
https://twitter.com/N_DeGennaro

House Call by Rie Sheridan Rose
https://www.facebook.com/riesheridanrose?fref=ts&ref=br_tf
https://twitter.com/RieSheridanRose

Devil’s Cake by Lisamarie Lamb
https://www.facebook.com/lisamarie81?fref=ts
https://twitter.com/lisamarie20010

The Nightmare Club  by M. J. Pack

http://twitter.com/megslice

http://facebook.com/meaganwieblerpack
http://megslice.tumblr.com

Sedah Point, Arizona by Marcia Colette
https://www.facebook.com/marciacolette?fref=ts
https://twitter.com/MarciaColette

Extinguished by Caryn Studham Sartorus
https://www.facebook.com/caryn.sutorus?fref=ts

The Red Fingers by Nicky Peacock
Blog: http://nickypeacockauthor.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/nickyp_author
Face Book Page: https://www.facebook.com/NickyPeacockYaBooks
Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Nicky-Peacock/e/B007UH2ACW/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_4
Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/4958833.Nicky_Peacock
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/nickypauthor/
Tumblr: http://nickypeacock.tumblr.com/

Deceitful Innocence by Violet Tempest
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Violet-Tempest/231922890177480
http://violettempest.wordpress.com
https://twitter.com/vtempest4

Fate’s Hornet by Jessica Housand-Weaver

Sandy by Selah Janel

Dharma  by K.W. Taylor
https://twitter.com/kwtaylorwriter

Beyond the Torii by Kierce Sevren
kiercesevren.com
https://www.facebook.com/KierceSevrenTellsTales
https://twitter.com/KierceSevren

Baby Eyes by Evelyn Deshane
paintitback.tumblr.com

Wicked Trip by Carrie Martin

Hide and Seek by Lilliana Rose
lillianarose.com
https://twitter.com/LillianaRose2

Emily by Ekaterina Tikhoniouk
www.facebook.com/katia.tikhoniouk

Cryptomycology by Vivian Caethe
http://www.viviancaethe.com/

COVER REVEAL – The Grotesquerie

Here it is! Under this lovely cover for The Grotesquerie is where my creepy short story Sedah Point, Arizona lives. So when it comes time for release (February 2014), show your support for Women in Horror Month by purchasing a copy. Also, check out editor Eden Royce’s blog for more information on how this amazing anthology came to fruition. *happy dancing* :)

SOLD to Mocha Memoirs Press!

Woohooooooooo! This time, I sold my short story Sedah Point, Arizona to Mocha Memoirs Press for The Grotesquerie anthology due to be released in February.

This story was the result of a documentary I had seen on TV about monsters in America or something like that. It freaked me out, so I thought maybe it would make for an interesting story with a nice little twist on the end.  There was another story I was going to submit, but decided against it because I was worried it wasn’t creepy enough. That story I’ll probably release as a self-published freebie before putting a price on it. Anyway, I’m very happy with Sedah Point, Arizona because I wasn’t sure if I was good at writing horror and that’s what this anthology is about. Urban fantasy is more my game.

So what’s it about? Let’s just say “there’s a special place in h*** for when people do bad things, and the gatekeepers live in Sedah Point, Arizona.

Project Plans for 2014

I hate long goodbyes, so that’s all I’m going to say about 2013. It wasn’t a bad year. In fact, it was pretty awesome. Of course, if you follow my blog regularly, you probably won’t believe me and I wouldn’t blame you. I’ve done a horrible job at keeping people posted on my happenings. But in case you’re wondering, I’ve been writing like a crazy woman. You’ll understand come June/July 2014. So stay tuned. :D

One VERY cool thing I have to show for this year is selling my short story The House on the Corner of Brim and Stone to Mocha Memoirs Press for their In the Bloodstream anthology. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am about that. It was originally a story meant to be about 80K words, but I could never find the words to finish it. So, I turned it into a short story that left me riveted and excited about continuing my Touched By an Angel meets The Ghost Whisperer series with The Light at the End of Judgement and Day. That’s one project I’ll be working on in 2014.

Also, I sold a second story to Mocha Memoirs Press called Sixth Night: A Fringe Line Novel. It’s a fantasy romance that will be released in 2014. The plan was to turn it into a series, but I wasn’t feeling the “romance” part with the so-called second book. So even though the next book will take place in the Earth world after having passed through the Fringe Line portal, it’ll be more like an urban fantasy with romantic elements. So for now, let’s just call it Fringe Line #2. I’ll come up with a better title later.

I’ll be getting my rights back to Half Breed, my very first book in my Alexa York world. Woohoooooo! I have nothing but great things to say about Double Dragon eBooks, not only because they gave me my first shot, but they were very real from the beginning in terms of setting expectations, being warriors for their writers, and keeping their finger on the pulse of the publishing world. They taught me about the ups and downs of this world and, in a sense, made me want to learn as much as I could about the business of writing. I’ll forever appreciate that. Now what will I do with Half Breed once I get my rights back? We’ll see. ;-) As for Alexa York, I still want to write a third book in her world that will take place after Half Breed and hopefully give readers a two-fer in terms of the release.

Silent Scream (Bittersweet #2) is still on my mind. The difference is that this book will most likely be a Young Adult where Phaedra will be attending college for the first time. It’ll be an interesting world she’ll live in, especially since she’ll need to stay in the Hub-sponsored apartments, if she expects to have her tuition paid for by the unknown.

Keep in mind that none of this is guaranteed because whenever I tell someone about what I’m working on or doing, I tend to lose interest in it. Well, screw that. This is the plan and I’ll muscle through even if it kills me. Although, I reserve the right to always start something totally new. :-)

Some changes in my writing. One thing I’ll be doing this year is sticking to shorter stories so that I can get through my 2014 Project Plan. That means I’ll be writing anything from 3000 to 60,000-ish words. No more 80,000+ words because it’s too demanding. I find I can get the words out better and faster with less. It also forces me to kick up the pace and keep readers on the edge of their seats.

Will I continue to self-publish or try to sell to publishers? I don’t really know right now. I’ve always liked the idea of being a hybrid author. It’s the best of both worlds in terms of widening my readership. That’s what I want more than anything else right now.

Have a happy and safe 2014, everyone!