Banner Thursday—A Magical Affair

Today, I'm featuring the cover for my recently re-released ménage title, A Magical Affair, published by my personal imprint, Starry Sky Press.

For this cover, I hoped to convey a feel for the estate where the story takes place and also include the playful and adventurous, yet steamy vibe for the characters. I found what I consider a perfect picture for both.

Take a look…

Available on Amazon

Coming soon to other e-retailers

Tagline: A mansion atop a wellspring of magic lets Romy, Heath, and Stacie live out their fantasies.

Blurb: Romy Bludd and Heath Graystone are very adventurous and happily explore the wilder side of sex. Romy meets Jarvin and Vivica, who give her an opportunity to spend Halloween weekend at Magic Meadows, a mansion sitting atop an ancient wellspring of magic. Romy accepts the offer because she and Heath want to add someone else to the mix and Romy's best friend, Stacie, is back from a ten month stay abroad. The timing couldn't be better for the trio to live out their lustful fantasies.

The mansion and its owners are capable of wondrous transformations, giving Romy and Stacie a wealth of choices to rock Heath's world. A character from his favorite urban thriller, a cougar on the prowl, the plain librarian who wants to hook up with her boss, a roller derby diva with aggression issues, and a reporting duo with blackmail on their minds are on the agenda for the romp-filled weekend.

Heath is thrilled, but he really wants one thing—for Romy to give up control and let him call the shots.

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Sunday Snippet: Nothing Special

So… Orphan Black keeps blowing my mind. Seriously, I would have NEVER dreamed I'd be interested in seeing Vic the Dick again, but playing opposite Allison is such an interesting little twist. Angie, or whatever her name is, kinda continues to irritate me, but I'm totally along for the ride to see what she's trying to pull off.

The whole deal with Helena creeps me out, but keeps me riveted to the screen, too. LOL Then there's Sarah… I have so much love for her. The cold war between Rachel and Sarah and how it's dragging Helena and Cosima into the middle of it keeps me glued to the screen.

And let's talk about Paul. Without revealing too much, I sooooo want to know more about him, but I love the loosely defined loyalties he has and the way he's pulled from all directions.

Enough about television… tonight's post is from Nothing Special, a short story where my main characters are convinced they don't have anything special between them. Of course, they're wrong. LOL

Here's the tagline:

Masha Tuck and Ryce Reynoldson work tirelessly around the winter solstice to help provide a meaningful celebration to their fae and non-fae neighbors. Masha uncovers the perfect gift for Ryce—just a book, nothing special—but if she gives it to him, it'll add depth to their weird relationship and she's not sure she's ready for them to be a 'thing'.

And a preview snippet…

Masha stood outside Ryce's small cottage, trying to decide whether or not to knock on his front door. They'd finally completed all the tasks and the solstice had come and gone. And she still had the vintage book on ancient cooking arts. Masha felt a little foolish about giving it to him, especially since the holiday had passed. She'd totally bailed and couldn't get up the nerve on the actual day of celebration. Stupid. She'd found a book. Nothing special.

Except it could be construed as having meaning. Did she want to give the weird 'thing' between her and Ryce depth? He'd probably take it as a sign she'd been thinking of him. And well, she had. A lot. The guy filled her thoughts at the strangest times. Why else would she be compelled to dig through the donated box of goods at the disposition center?

Maybe because she and Ryce spent the bulk of their waking hours at the place. Then, occasionally, they spent the hours they should be sleeping having incredible sex. The physical aspect didn't happen all that often, but they had worked up to once or twice a week.

"No, it's nothing special. We're not a couple. Just friends." She waited a beat. "With really awesome benefits."

She tucked the book under her arm and lifted her hand, knocking on the door. It opened within moments, Ryce's quick grin giving her a warm greeting.

This will hopefully be a holiday release in December.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Nothing But the Truth

May 18, 2014

Hello,

Well, my show finales did not disappoint. S.H.I.E.L.D. did deliver an awesome ending to its first season. And, guys, Arrow pretty much blew me away. The fight scene between Deathstroke / Arrow superimposed on the Slade / Oliver island one counts as one of my very favorites of the entire series. I'm so excited to see where season three goes. As usual, Orphan Black gave me tons of stuff to speculate about and think on. My love for Paul grows every time he's on the screen, I kid you not. I WANT to know more about his background. I'm also completely turned around by Helena. That chick is off the charts insane, but she's also dead on with her observation skills. Seriously, I love her. LOL

Tonight's post is from Nothing But the Truth, a novella where my main characters get the chance to be who they actually are instead of who everything believes them to be.

Here's the tagline:

Lexa Chan and Quint Maximoff work the seedy underworld of supernatural bounty hunting. Lexa's got a tough as nails reputation and she competes with Quint's larger than life persona. The Halfway, a bar catering to supernatural and mortal beings, is neutral ground where Lexa and Quint form an interesting relationship.

Preview snippet…

Lexa tensed when Quint settled onto the barstool next to hers. Of all the nights for him to be in her face, he would pick the one she'd rather not have to maintain her kick ass first, take names second attitude.

She sighed and fought an urge to slump her shoulders in defeat. Instead she tilted her head from side to side, cracking her neck to relieve tension.

Quint shot her a sideways glance. "Looks like you could use a drink." He signaled the bartender. "But wait… you don't accept anything from anyone, right? Bribe, payoff, the gift of help." He sneered at the last part.

Lexa propped an elbow on the counter. "True, but in your case, I'll make an excpetion. You not one to offer anything for free, help included." She nodded toward the bartender and he got an extra shot glass. "Which I didn't need earlier, thank you very much."

Quint snorted. "Right. Tell me another one, Lexa. You didn't even see the second reaver lurking in the shadows."

The bartender filled both shot glasses and Quint tossed his back, tapping the bar for a refill.

Lexa traced her finger around the rim of the tumbler. "Didn't have to see him, Quint. I smelled him. Their stench travels a pretty fair distance. Once I got his partner under wraps and in cuffs, I planned to bag the one hiding behind the warehouse." She lifted the shot and drank it down in a long gulp.

Quint's hand paused, his drink halfway to his mouth. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, Lexa." But his eyes showed a flash of chagrin.

Damn straight, they should. And he'd never admit to being in the wrong. Of course, neither would she. The reputation she'd built over the years prevented her from admitting mistakes. Just one time would be all it took to bring every nut job paranormal idiot to her doorstep.

The bartender refilled Lexa's glass. "If you two are going to get started on a 'who's got the bigger one', take it to a private room." She jerked her head toward the bottles lined up in front of the mirror behind the bar. "If Frank has to replace anything back here, he'll come after both of you, regardless of your bad ass reputations." Her tone softened. "Besides, you both look like you need a night of nothing but the truth, and you can't do that sitting here, surrounded by a million ears."

Quint's lips twitched. "Good point." He glanced at Lexa, his brow lifted.

Lexa slid off her stool. "As long as you're buying, why not." She grabbed the bottle from the counter. "Put this on his tab, yeah?"

She didn't wait to see if Quint agreed or not and made her way to the last room at the end of the long corridor leading to the back exit. Twisting the knob, she entered, placing the bottle on the table by the door and shrugged out of her black trench coat. Flipping the light switch on, she hung the jacket on the row of pegs hanging on the wall, then she picked up the bottle and took a long swallow. She turned around slowly, wiping her mouth, when Quint entered the room and quietly closed the door. Silently, she held the alcohol in his direction.

He took the proffered offering, downing several gulps. He placed the heavy decanter on the table and removed his dark brown trench coat, hanging it beside hers on the wall. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he took a moment to peruse the room, taking in the layout of the furniture—a bed and chest of drawers along the back wall, a television angled in the corner, flanked by two bookcases on either side, a small sofa lined the other wall with a chair situated next to the side for easy conversation.

Quint shot her a glance. "You've been here before."

Lexa shrugged. "A time or two." Her lips twisted. "When going to my place wouldn't have been a good choice."

Quint jerked his head in acknowledgment. "Yeah, nothing like bringing the job home, is there?"

Lexa studied him, not quite certain how to respond. Had they checked their alter egos, their work personas at the door? And if so, what did that mean? She had a naked and exposed feeling, probably because she sometimes didn't know who Lexa Chan should be when the day ended.

This one is very fun to write. The sages like the characters which is always a bonus.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Banner Thursday—A Magical Affair

Today, I'm featuring the ad banner for A Magical Affair, my upcoming re-release ménage novella.

Tagline: A mansion sitting atop a wellspring of magic lets Romy, Heath, and Stacie live out their fantasies. Heath loves the opportunity, but he really wants one thing—for Romy to give up control and let him call the shots.

Blurb: Romy Bludd and Heath Graystone are very adventurous and happily explore the wilder side of sex. Romy meets Jarvin and Vivica, who give her an opportunity to spend Halloween weekend at Magic Meadows, a mansion sitting atop an ancient wellspring of magic. Romy accepts the offer because she and Heath want to add someone else to the mix and Romy's best friend, Stacie, is back from a ten month stay abroad. The timing couldn't be better for the trio to live out their lustful fantasies.

The mansion and its owners are capable of wondrous transformations, giving Romy and Stacie a wealth of choices to rock Heath's world. A character from his favorite urban thriller, a cougar on the prowl, the plain librarian who wants to hook up with her boss, a roller derby diva with aggression issues, and a reporting duo with blackmail on their minds are on the agenda for the romp-filled weekend.

Heath is thrilled, but he really wants one thing—for Romy to give up control and let him call the shots.

Cover Reveal Next Week

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Get Hooked: Reel in a Great Book—A Magical Affair #MFRWHook

Welcome to Book Hooks, the weekly smorgasbord sampler hosted by the MFRW Authors Blog.

Readers: get hooked and reel in some great books. Authors are sharing short excerpts from their work. Please enjoy and consider picking up the full book by clicking on the buy link.

Today I'll be sharing a glimpse of my re-release, A Magical Affair, newly published by my personal imprint Starry Sky Press.

Book Tagline: A mansion atop a wellspring of magic lets Romy, Heath, and Stacie live out their fantasies.

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Jarvin's lips curved in a knowing smile. "Heath, your lovely Romy has some very specific things planned for your stay here. The Meadows is a remarkable place, sitting atop an ancient wellspring of magic." He paused when Heath narrowed his eyes. "I don't blame you for being skeptical, but please put aside your doubt." Jarvin turned and held out his hand. "Vivica, darling, let's show Heath what we can do."

A stunning blonde with an hourglass figure and a hot red dress came into view on the second floor. She smiled and started a slow walk from the end of the corridor leading toward the stairs. Before his eyes, she morphed from curvy to lean and leggy, wearing fuck-me heels and a sheer white negligee. Heath blinked, and when he looked again, her hair had changed to a shimmery black. Two steps later, she sported a short, cropped cut, dangly jewelry, and wore hiking boots with cutoff denim shorts and a halter in an ethnic print. When she reached the top of the stairs, Heath sucked in a breath. The walls and steps faded, replaced by a fire escape on the exterior of a brownstone building. She kicked the release and started a descent down the metal rungs. Halfway down, the scene changed again, the stone altered to an ornate, gilded interior with lush, carpeted steps, and Vivica now had an elaborate up-do in a shade of chestnut that complemented the emerald green sheath and matching shoes she wore. She reached the bottom and made her way toward Heath, grasping his hand in greeting.

Heath shot a sideways glance toward Jarvin. "Okay, very impressive. I won't even bother asking how, because frankly, I don't care. It's enough to know it's possible." He turned toward Romy and noticed the room had gone back to its original decor. "You never cease to amaze, Rom. One of the many reasons I love you."

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Blurb: Romy Bludd and Heath Graystone are very adventurous and happily explore the wilder side of sex. Romy meets Jarvin and Vivica, who give her an opportunity to spend Halloween weekend at Magic Meadows, a mansion sitting atop an ancient wellspring of magic. Romy accepts the offer because she and Heath want to add someone else to the mix and Romy's best friend, Stacie, is back from a ten month stay abroad. The timing couldn't be better for the trio to live out their lustful fantasies.

The mansion and its owners are capable of wondrous transformations, giving Romy and Stacie a wealth of choices to rock Heath's world. A character from his favorite urban thriller, a cougar on the prowl, the plain librarian who wants to hook up with her boss, a roller derby diva with aggression issues, and a reporting duo with blackmail on their minds are on the agenda for the romp-filled weekend.

Heath is thrilled, but he really wants one thing—for Romy to give up control and let him call the shots.

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Sunday Snippet: Not on the Same Page

Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's and mother figures out there. J

So… S.H.I.E.L.D. should have a great season ender and hopefully a kick awesome season two! Really glad to see it got renewed. Arrow… man, my head is still spinning from last week's episode. I'm REALLY looking forward to the finale. I've heard some rumors about what to expect and I'm dying to see how things wind up. Orphan Black? The show makes my brain spin. Can't say I'm sad to see one particular dude gone, mainly because it plays directly in to what I'd love to see happen with Rachel. And the stuff with Helena makes my skin crawl, seriously.

Tonight's post is from, Not on the Same Page, something of an angsty, twisty-turny novella. Fun to write if all goes according to plan. *side-eyes the sages*

Here's the tagline:

Irini Domaine loves Nathair Sofen but marries another to fulfill a familial obligation. When she suggests carrying on the relationship with Nathair he coldly refuses, which makes Irini vow to slowly but surely convince him otherwise.

And a preview snippet…

Irini sighed and snuggled down under the comforter. She barely noticed when Braca pressed a kiss to her forehead and mumbled about the cold. A warm, languid, and fulfilled hum coursed through her veins.

Several moments later, Braca called from the front room. "I'm headed out, Irini. Should only be gone overnight this time."

Irini poked her head out from under the covers. "Safe journey, Braca." A twinge of guilt creeped into her contentment, but she drifted back to sleep before it could take root.

She awoke to a loud pounding on her front door.

Sliding from the bed, she glanced out the window. The sun glowed high in the sky. Damn, she'd slept the entire morning away. Dragging on a robe, she stumbled through the house and opened the heavy oak slab.

Blinking against the blinding light, Nathair's angry visage greeted her. So happy to see him, she couldn't form intelligible words. A wide smile worked its way to her lips… but didn't stay long.

Nathair shoved his way into her home, slamming the door behind him. The room plunged into half-light, but Irini didn't need brightness. Nathair's rage rolled off him in waves.

He whirled and faced her. "What the hell are you doing, Iri? Invading my dreams?"

Doing what to his dreams? That meant… oh, no… she'd shared every intimate detail with Nathair.

Her eyes widened. "But I didn't… you don't think I intentionally visited you while we slept?" He shot her a nasty glare. "Okay, you do." She sank down onto a small side chair.

Nathair agreed. "Damn right, I do. What did you say, Iri? You'd find a way to convince me?" He paced the length of the front room. "Teasing and tempting with sex-filled dreams isn't the way. It's torment, Iri. And you have to stop."

Torment. The word cut deep. Irini counted to five, exhaling slowly, absorbing the sting with as much grace as possible. The urge to hurl expletives in his direction quelled by the fact he didn't truly deserve her wrath.

He'd called it—she had promised to find a way to continue their affair. But she'd changed her mind when he'd sworn he wouldn't dishonor her vow… even if she had no qualms in doing so.

Her subconscious apparently had other ideas. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Nathair studied her a moment then headed for the door. "Make sure it doesn't, Irini. You have no right or claim on my slumber, and that was your choice." His hand twisted the knob and he exited, the oak slowly swinging shut behind him.

Irini remained seated, a little concerned she'd be unable to keep her promise to stay out of Nathair's dreams.

How could she, when she didn't know how she'd accomplished the feat in the first place? Her skill tended toward concrete, conscious magic. Or at least she practiced the craft she could control, steering clear of the more intuitive type. Getting up close and personal with someone else's brainwaves scared her. Mainly due to the potential for backfire—she definitely didn't want anyone privy to her inner thoughts.

Recalling the heated dream, Irini's face flamed. Nathair had intimate knowledge of her body… and now of her thoughts, as well.

Too bad she'd provided them a little too late.

Yeah, this one is going to be a gut-puncher… so fun to write. LOL

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Banner Thursday—Starry Sky Press

Today, I'm featuring the logo for my self-publishing venture, Starry Sky Press, across each of my author blogs.

Tagline: Out of the world romance.

Mission Statement: To explore extraordinary emotions between characters.

Books coming soon

Busted in Bubbles (May 2014)

Surviving the Trap (June 2014)

Bucking Convention (July 2014)

Dress for Dinner (August/September 2014)

Creative Ink (June 2014)

Boyfriend's Brother (May 2014)

A Magical Affair (May 2014)

Thanks for reading!

Please visit my website www.skyewrites.com

Sunday Snippet: Not Gonna Happen

May 4, 2014

Another nice week in TV. Arrow keeps going at a breakneck pace. I'm so excited to see how the season ends. S.H.I.E.L.D keeps me guessing a little and I like that. I'm not quite sure how I feel about Ward's situation, but I'd love to see if they can actually redeem the guy. And make me believe it. :D Orphan Black blew my mind. One… because I totally called Cal's role in Sarah's former life. I won't spoil anything here, but I had a gut feeling about him. Now I'm wondering if one of my hopes for Rachel comes to fruition. *crosses fingers* And how about the ending? Oh, man, I seriously hope that Daniel dude gets his comeuppance. Or dies. Either way would suit me. :D

Tonight's post is from the novella, Not Gonna Happen, an urban fantasy with just a touch of supernatural fun.

Here's the tagline:

Gina Ames and Tuck Danvers sign up for a weekend of hunting for an urban legend. When their other team members start dropping, one by one, they take off for the safety of the city. Too bad the concrete and steel can't protect them from what follows them home.

And a preview snippet…

"It's good to be back in the city." Gina hooked her arms around Tuck and leaned in for a steamy kiss.

His mouth met hers and, oh man, she melted into the embrace. The man had some seriously incredible lips. Tuck's hands skimmed her sides, settling on the curve of her ass. He drew her between his legs, the hard ridge of his erection firmly wedged between them.

Gina trailed her fingers along his arm, drawing a sensual line down his torso before working the button of his fly open. She started on the zipper, lowering it slowly, letting the tension build.

Tuck broke the embrace and nudged her head to the side, ghosting kisses along the column of her throat. She sighed, letting her eyes slide closed, and eased her hand under the denim of Tuck's jeans. Her fingers curled around his cock, freeing it from the confines of the fabric.

Tuck froze and sucked in a harsh breath. "Son of a bitch."

Gina stiffened, stilling her movements. "What the hell, Tuck. You're hard as a rock. Don't even tell me you're not ready."

His head jerked. "No, Gina. It's not that. We've got company." He scrambled away, fastening his jeans with efficiency.

She craned her neck, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough, in the grove of trees close to the park, a lone, shadowy figure moved among the low hanging branches.

Gina grumbled. "Dammit. How the hell did it track us?"

Tuck grabbed her hand. "Don't know. Don't care." He dragged her behind him, heading for the street. "We're not gonna stick around to find out."

Needless to say, the whole not sticking around part is probably a good idea. LOL

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye