Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Tea Leaf Tales: Spring Elixir of the Red Horntail Prairie Plant


After brutal winter days and a horrible case of cabin fever, on a calm day, Selma Turnbury escaped for an extra long walk in the field beyond the construction lot behind her house and was rewarded by witnessing the most unusual dialog coming from what seemed to be an abandoned car.
“Is it spring yet?” a male voice whispered to what must have been the blades of grass in front of its hood, or to no one in particular, Selma couldn’t decide no matter how much she rubbed her eyes.
“Y’all are whistling a happy windsong today, like the first notes of a jig.”
Selma cupped a hand to her ear, desperate for any sign of spring, but all she could hear was gentle rustling, and the same voice sputtered, “That melody sure does warm my old, stiff panels. I can tell, it’s gonna be my year. Yeah baby, I’ll shake off this rust and show the world what I’m made of—tough steel, thundering pistons, charging gears, and four liters of muscle.”
A sudden gust spit ice pellets at Selma’s face and pinged off of the car’s casing. A sheet of freezing rain trickled down the neck of her down jacket, and as she turned to leave, the car shouted, “Just one more storm, maybe two or four or ten—give me all you’ve got. This year, when the red horntail prairie plant flowers with the elixir she promised, you won’t be any match for the likes of me, you hear?”
Selma clenched her fists inside her pockets and scurried home, determined to add a red prairie plant to her own garden.

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Featuring The Fire Mages, an epic fantasy adventure romance by Pauline M. Ross

About The Book

Title: The Fire Mages
Author: Pauline M. Ross
Genre: Epic Fantasy Adventure / Romance
Kyra has always been drawn to the magic of spellpages. She is determined to leave her small village far behind and become a scribe, wielding the power of magic through her pen. Halfway through her training, she has a mage as patron and her ambitions are within her grasp. But a simple favour for her sister goes disastrously awry, destroying Kyra's dreams in an instant.

Devastated, she accepts an offer from a stranger to help her find out what went wrong. The young man sees growing power within Kyra, potentially stronger than spellpages or any living mage. The answers to unlocking that power may lie within the glowing walls of the Imperial City, but its magic is strong and the unwary vanish without trace on its streets. Thirsty for knowledge and desperate to avoid another accident, she feels compelled to risk it.

While she focuses on controlling her abilities, a storm of greed and ambition boils up around her. Kyra is a pawn in the struggle for dominance between unscrupulous factions vying for rule of her country. Trusting the wrong side could get her killed--or worse, the potent magic she barely understands could be put to unthinkable evil.


Author Bio
Pauline lives in the beautiful Highlands of Scotland with her husband, her grown up daughter and a mad cat. She likes chocolate, whisky, her Kindle, massed pipe bands, long leisurely lunches, watching TV with her daughter, chocolate, going places in her campervan, eating pizza in Italy, summer nights that never get dark, wood fires in winter, chocolate, the view from the study window looking out over the Moray Firth and the Black Isle to the mountains beyond. And chocolate. She dislikes driving on motorways, cooking, shopping, hospitals. ‘The Fire Mages’ is her second published work. ‘The Plains of Kallanash’ was published in September 2014.

Links

Book Excerpt

The highway was lined three or four deep in honour of the Kellon’s arrival, despite a misty rain. I was there with my whole family - Mother, Father, three sisters, two brothers, and my eldest sister’s husband and children. The procession arrived an hour or two later than expected. A long train of horsemen in the local colours preceded several fine carriages, wagons of luggage and finally the open carts for the servants. The Kellon and most of his retainers would stay at the village guest house, with the overflow squeezed into the inn.
The Kellon himself rode near the front, his armour loose enough to accommodate his belly. Guards surrounded him, and behind came several men in leather riding trousers and long coats, the full skirts trailing over their horses’ rumps. I spotted the bulk of the Kellon’s Steward, and one man was recognisable as a mage by the tattoo on his forehead. The others were indistinguishable older men with serious faces looking straight ahead, either uninterested in the village peasantry or with their thoughts fixed on weightier matters. Or perhaps focused on their stomachs, since they were late for the noon board.
One man was different. He was younger than the others, only a few years older than me, and since he wore no riding scarf, his dark hair jumped out of the array of blond heads around him. Odder still, as he passed by, he turned towards me and stared directly into my eyes, as if, somehow, he knew me and had picked me out from the sea of identical women. Yet I had never seen him before.
“Well, that was peculiar,” said Alita, my next oldest sister. “I’ve not seen him here before. Why did he look at you in that way?”
I could only shrug. I shivered, suddenly chilled from standing so long in the drizzle.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Cover Reveal ~ The Fire Mages by Pauline M. Ross



About The Book
Title: The Fire Mages
Author: Pauline M. Ross
Genre: Epic Fantasy Adventure / Romance

Kyra has always been drawn to the magic of spellpages. She is determined to leave her small village far behind and become a scribe, wielding the power of magic through her pen. Halfway through her training, she has a mage as patron and her ambitions are within her grasp. But a simple favour for her sister goes disastrously awry, destroying Kyra's dreams in an instant.


Devastated, she accepts an offer from a stranger to help her find out what went wrong. The young man sees growing power within Kyra, potentially stronger than spellpages or any living mage. The answers to unlocking that power may lie within the glowing walls of the Imperial City, but its magic is strong and the unwary vanish without trace on its streets. Thirsty for knowledge and desperate to avoid another accident, she feels compelled to risk it.

While she focuses on controlling her abilities, a storm of greed and ambition boils up around her. Kyra is a pawn in the struggle for dominance between unscrupulous factions vying for rule of her country. Trusting the wrong side could get her killed--or worse, the potent magic she barely understands could be put to unthinkable evil.


Author Bio
Pauline lives in the beautiful Highlands of Scotland with her husband, her grown up daughter and a mad cat. She likes chocolate, whisky, her Kindle, massed pipe bands, long leisurely lunches, watching TV with her daughter, chocolate, going places in her campervan, eating pizza in Italy, summer nights that never get dark, wood fires in winter, chocolate, the view from the study window looking out over the Moray Firth and the Black Isle to the mountains beyond. And chocolate. She dislikes driving on motorways, cooking, shopping, hospitals. ‘The Fire Mages’ is her second published work. ‘The Plains of Kallanash’ was published in September 2014.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Tea Leaf Tales: No need to lose your New Year’s dreams during the fireworks

“Don’t you want to watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks?” I said, bending at the waist to talk with Pongo who huddled into the corner.
The little hippo tried his best to fit his puffy snout against the angular walls.
“It’s a fun time to celebrate the past year and look forward to the next,” I said and stroked his soft backside.
“I don’t want to see them,” he stuttered into the corner.
“Why not?”
“’Cause the booms are too loud.”
“It’s not scary, and I’ll stay beside you.”
He faced me and touched his head with a front hoof as he said, “I’m not scared, but booms will shake the new dreams out of my head.”
I grinned and said, “Not if you share them with someone before the fireworks start, and I volunteer to listen.” I held out my hand, and Pongo accepted with all four hooves, ears wiggling as he talked without taking a breath.

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 


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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Featuring Waterfall: A Dragon's Fate Novella by Lacy Danes

Today, I'm pleased to feature a new paranormal romance release from Lacy Danes--Waterfall: A Dragon's Fate Novella


Waterfall

A Dragon’s Fate Novella
Book 1

Lacy Danes

Genre: Romance, Alternate Worlds, Paranormal, Steamy/Erotic

Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 38K
Cover Artist: Kanaxa    

Book Description:

It’s easy to fall in love. Destiny requires tooth and claw.

Curses are designed to be cruel, but the one afflicting Jordan and his brothers  is almost beyond bearing. A dragon born by blood magic, he is an immortal  trapped in human form, with only one hope of finding his eternal mate. He must  bite her—and pray she lives.

One dark night, he senses the wounded heartbeat of a woman in the shadows, begging him to end her life. Ever the gentleman, he chivalrously obliges her wish. Only to discover three days later that she lives. And has married another.

Celeste always dreamed of marrying for love, but the nightmare of living in her father’s home drives her to wed the Duke of Hudson. Yet on her wedding eve, she is compelled to follow a mysterious man who professes to know her secret. A man with curious blue scales on his muscular arms—whose shadowed eyes reflect a dangerous mix of destiny and desire…

Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, sex in water, four super-hot dragon brothers, and a curse born from magical power that has left them wondering who they are all their lives.

Available at Samhain   BN   Amazon  iTunes  Google Books

Excerpt:

Carefully stepping around scattered, fractured boards, trunks and lengths of tangled rope, Jordan and Ferrous neared the last grouping of rocks at the trees’ edge. Jordan sighed. About time.

A faint heartbeat crawled out of the obscure shadows, stalked up his spine. Something lived from this bloody mess. Though barely.

Jordan stilled.

Ferrous turned to the left. “I feel it too.”

Jordan followed.

On the opposite side of the rocks, jagged boards bumped, clattering against a boulder. A mass of tangled human remains bobbed and swayed with each lap of water against the shore.

From this mess, a heartbeat cried. Jordan closed his eyes and sighed as his stomach flipped. He would find it. He stepped into the water amid the carnage and shuddered. I must move as hastily as possible. I can do this. The sound of life grasped him as if a hand itself clasped his flesh. He flinched, then turned to the left.

An arm’s length away, half in the water, lay a woman. Her limbs were twisted and broken, as if made of nothing more than weeds. A man’s head, severed from the body it had once belonged to, floated close to her hand. Jordan’s heart pinched, and the scales on his elbows prickled anew.

No one deserved to be half alive after experiencing a tragedy such as this. He stepped up next to her, knocking the human debris away with his boot. He leaned down and wrapped one hand about her slim, bare shoulders. The other he slid beneath her knees, fisting up a handful of her full skirts. She should have drowned in such a garment. He lifted her, pulling her body up against his.

She hung like a sack of barley in his grasp. Her long, wet skirts and hair trailed cold water in a stream, trickling over the rocks and babbling down into his boots. He turned and stumbled along the slag toward the trees.

Ferrous turned after him. “She won’t live, Jordan.” He strode behind him. “Leave her.”

Her clothing, laden with seawater, soaked his coat in blood. Was it hers or the rotting blood of the pool in which she had lain? He shook his head. Don’t think about the stench. He grimaced. Think about her.

Ferrous was right. She would never live.

He fell to his knees and laid her on the high grass that bordered the trees. Her dress was that of an aristocrat, finely tailored with small pearls and embroidery now torn open down to her flesh in several places. Her hair had been swept up with the sun, golden rays that now hid beneath a cloud of red death. “I will end her suffering.” Yes, that was the correct thing to do.

“For bloody sake, Jordan. You are not to indulge unless you have an inkling she may be the one. There are no exceptions to our rules. Look what happens to Ilmir when he breaks one. Who knows what calamity awaits us in London.”

Jordan’s jaw clenched, and he narrowed his eyes, refusing to look at Ferrous, who stood behind him. “This is different, and you damn well know it. I am not Ilmir, and she is not a woman I am courting. She is dying.”

“Being chivalrous?” Ferrous threw up his hands, grumbled and walked through the trees back toward the shore. “Make haste. I wish to make this hellish scene vanish this hellish scene and be to London to deal with Ilmir.”

Did Ferrous truly think he wanted to do this? To kill another woman was the last thing he wished. Twenty years had passed… Jordan inhaled a deep breath and blew it out between tense lips. He ran his fingers down her pale cheek and around her chin, tilting her face toward his. A slender nose, full, angelic lips, and noble cheekbones. A beauty. “To a better afterlife, dear.”

He raised her chin, exposing her long, graceful neck and faintly beating pulse. Another death…

Dash it. He stared unblinking at the slight flutter of her blood beneath her skin. Relax, Jordan. He closed his eyes and exhaled. All will be well.

Prickling pain clawed through the roof of his mouth as his two pointed teeth extended into thin slivers of bone. He stared down at her neck. She had been floating in blood and seawater. He spit on her neck, twice. His saliva glimmered as it slid down her throat to the grass below. There, that should wash away the dirt she had stewed in. Or would it? His throat tightened. Don’t lick her. Be done with it.

He leaned in and pressed his teeth to her vein. His mouth opened, saliva pooled heavily, and his tongue thickened. The pouches by his back teeth filled with poisonous blood, forcing his jaw still wider. He inhaled a jagged breath. His heart leapt and pounded, vibrating through his entire being…

Bite her, Jordan. Be done with it. Bite her.

Her faint pulse bumped against his teeth, willing him to take her as his mate. Mate? Well, that urge was pointless. She would pass just as swiftly as the others. He rolled his lip back and hissed, then pressed, slicing through her soft, salty outer skin and into her tepid blood flowing below.

She didn’t flinch.

This was the first time he had taken a woman when he was not passionately joined with her. Odder yet not to have her scream. To have her do nothing but lie on the wilted grass.

He swallowed. Dirt be damned, he needed to taste her and know that one essence of the life he now took. He fluttered his tongue on her smooth skin. Warm, salty blood slid thickly down his tongue. Damn. His muscles quivered as his poisonous blood streamed from his pouches and down his teeth, twisting into her veins. His cock pressed painfully hard against his thigh.

The task was done. There would be no more. He would not take his pleasure in her. He would not know the feel of her flesh against his. He would never know her favorite color. This woman, like all the others who had come before, was not meant to be his. Enough!

He growledand opened his mouth wide. Her soft flesh slipped from his fangs. He pulled his head back, and their mixed blood trailed in streams down her neck and dress. His vision shifted and popped. Adrenaline mixed with power bubbled through his veins. This…this, he had missed.

This was what he was meant to be. His full elemental power at a glimpse. He tossed his hair back and then growled a dragon’s cry up to where the moon should hang in a radiant, colored vision. Yet only the ebony fog resided tonight. There was no moon to lighten this scene. His vision rippled with detailed clarity. Ah. Indeed. This was the power that years of existence without his mate had diminished. He wanted this power back. It had been too long. In a burst of speckled light, everything changed back to somber mist. Bloody hell. His throat closed off, and his eyes burned. No! He swallowed hard, and his shoulders sagged. This was a tease. A temptation.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. He would never know more of what the Zir were than this… Death and a glimpse of the exhilarating power they were destined to have.

He inhaled and smelled her metallic, sweet blood on his lips. His tongue traced his teeth and upper lip, gathering up the enslaving essence. Sweet orange blossoms and candied cherries. His made-up version of what she should taste like. Remember her. His jaw trembled as hot blood pounded through him to his groin. His soul wanted more of her. To mate. To love. To live a lifetime of companionship.

He clenched his teeth, and his fangs pierced his lower lip. You have done enough to end her suffering. Quite enough. Let her be. He opened his eyes once more.

A shadow shaped as Ferrous stood head down and arms straight out in the air at the rocks’ edge. “Make haste. I wait no more.”

Jordan placed her head softly back on the grass. “Will scant be a moment more of pain, beauty.” He trailed his hand down her broken arm to a heavy, thick bracelet looping her wrist. He unclasped the chain and slowly rubbed the metal between his fingers. His token of her death. He tucked the jewelry in his inner coat pocket, then rose to his full height. Turning to his left, he skulked into the inky woods.

About the Author:

Lacy Danes made a New Year's resolution to write a hot, historical romance.

A year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland, Oregon, where besides writing she enjoys playing cards, chasing her kids around, and savoring a great martini with the man of her dreams all while watching the world go by.

Visit Lacy at her web site.
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Interview with characters of the PNR Blood Bewitched by Ashlynne Laynne

Today I have a fun interview that my guest Ashlynne Laynne conducted with two of her characters from Blood Bewitched, Ascher and Shauna Rousseau. Enjoy!


In the cover of nightfall, I enter the double door entrance of Ascher and Shauna Rousseau’s new home, Promesse, escorted by two soldier-types in what appear to be United States Army fatigues. They guide me down a long, white-walled corridor to a room simply furnished with a piano, black leather loveseat and a matching recliner.

The immortal couple sits in an intimate pose, Ascher’s arm lovingly swathing the back of the sofa. A tiny bundle lies in each of their arms. Upon closer inspection, I realize that both babies are fast asleep.

“Ashlynne.” Ascher stands, his massive, six foot four frame dressed in a gray long-sleeved tee shirt and straight-legged True Religions that drape black boots. He gives me a wide smile, the blue in his irises flaring with amusement. “So glad you could make it out to Langley to see us.” He motions for me to sit in the lone recliner.

“Did you enjoy your trip up?” Shauna asks from her place on the loveseat, rocking both babies in her arms.

I settle into my seat, noticing the tray of goodies on a glass table beside my chair. Placing my purse at my feet and my tablet on my lap, I rip into a pack of gummy bears and shove a couple into my mouth.

“You remembered,” I say, getting a sugar rush from the mouthful of candy.

“Of course we did,” Shauna says, looking casual and cute in a pair of jeans and a pink cashmere sweater.

“So,” Ascher starts, shifting his purple cocoon into the other arm, “who are we interviewing for today?”

“Hmmm.” I glance at my tablet and tap it a couple of times until my schedule appears. “This one is for Marsha Moore at the Illusions of Intimacy blog.” I take a sip of water and set my phone on vibrate. “I’m ready whenever you guys are.”

Both Ascher and Shauna nod.

“I think the first thing readers will want to know is how you met.”

Ascher smirks. “My brother, Gabe, hired Shauna to tend the bar at Rousseau’s.”

“I really needed a job,” Shauna continued. “I was in college and struggling to make ends meet. I was a D away from losing my grant and being homeless.”

Ascher shifts his position, obviously uncomfortable with remembering how dire his wife’s situation had been. He rakes a hand through raven locks that are streaked with strands of gray. “I fell in love with her instantly.”

I giggle. “Love at first sight. I understand that.”

Ascher raises a brow at me. “And how is your husband and son?”

“Jerome is in his last year of school and Mark.” I blush. “Mark is Mark—loving, supportive.” I pause, realizing that he’s somehow turned the tables, seizing the reins of control. “Hey,” I scold. “I’m supposed to be asking the questions here!” I clear my throat, changing the direction of my inquiries. “So, tell me about the twins.”

The new parents beam at one another.

Shauna’s eyes sparkle with a mother’s pride. “Aschlee loves to channel. She is quite the little mental chatterbox.” Shauna lifts the pink bundle, unwrapping it like a precious gift to give me a better look.

Aschlee is the spitting image of Ascher, with her pale complexion and obsidian locks ornamented in a tiny pink bow—undoubtedly her father’s daughter. Dressed in a precious pink and white gingham dress and matching ruffled socks, Aschlee Rousseau resembles an immortal baby doll. The infant startles, drops her lower lip, and then whimpers.

“There, there now, sweet girl,” Shauna soothes, swaddling her daughter again, placing her flush against her chest.

After a moment, Aschlee lets out a satisfied coo and falls back asleep.

“AJ here,” Ascher starts, “he doesn’t channel. He prefers blood to formula and has a cry that could wake the dead.” Ascher repeats Shauna’s actions, exposing his bundle for me to take a peek.

AJ is bigger than his sister and has Shauna’s golden complexion. A head full of wavy, red locks adorn his head. His fist under his chin, their son appears to be contemplating much in his repose.

“Your son will be more of a strong, silent type,” I surmise. “He’ll take after his mother in that respect.” Bracing myself, I ask the one question I’m dying to know. “What do the tests say about their gifts?”

Tension blankets the room, becoming a palpable pulsing that punches me like a fist. I shudder from the emotional onslaught, taking a deep breath while I await an answer from either of them.

Minutes go by and neither of them speaks a word. The couple’s gazes flit between one another’s and then to me.

Ascher’s eyes darken, morphing into a hardened, sapphire blue that stuns me. “We can’t talk about that on the record. We’ll have to conclude the interview first.”

I clutch my chest, fear snaking through me. “Is it bad?”

“Not bad,” Shauna assures me. “We’d just like to keep the results within the family until we figure out what we should do.”

“What’s there to figure out?”

Ascher takes Aschlee from Shauna and flashes up the stairs with both babies. Before he’s even missed, he returns alone. “If you really want to know,” he directs at me, “we’ll take you up to the main house to the lab—let you see the results for yourself.”

My heart pounds a hurried beat, joining the butterflies in my stomach.

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Title:Blood Bewitched (The Progeny Series #5)

Author: AshlynneLaynne
Genre: Paranormal Romance

“Nothing in life is a coincidence.”

Forces are aligning in Shauna Rousseau’s life. A gifted Wiccan warrior and unique true half-blooded vampire, she is fate personified with an incredible destiny to fulfill. The ultimate war between good and evil is brewing, a revolution that will change our world forever.               
Sides are being chosen, but Shauna has some unfinished family business. With her siblings and husband by her side, the pregnant newborn travels to Louisiana to shake her family tree. Lies are uncovered that will irrevocably damage the siblings’ lives.
                                                                                               
Everyone has a past. It’s time for Shauna Rousseau to face hers.

Author Bio

Ashlynne Layne is an award winning songwriter, poet, and author of erotic paranormal and contemporary romance. She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing night stalkers of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny.
                          
Ashlynne loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on books six and seven of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming AlteritySeries, and a novella spin off. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading, and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon.

She lives in the Carolinas with her husband and son.                         

More about Ashlynne
Zodiac: Leo               
Favorite Music Genres: Alt Rock, 90’s Grunge, Pop
Favorite Musical Acts: Maroon 5, Rihanna, Lil Wayne, Bruno Mars, Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Imagine Dragons, Florida Georgia Line, Adele, Rob Zombie, Robin Thicke, Kings of Leon, Coldplay, Drake, Justin Timberlake
Favorite Movie Genre: Horror
Favorite Color: Pink
Favorite Authors: Stephen King, Anne Rice
Foods: Yogurt, Chocolate Milk, Chicken Alfredo


About The Progeny Series

At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love. The fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen.
                                                                                                                                                        
The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this vampire clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that have existed for ages.

This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults and contains strong sexual content, adult sensuality, language and themes.
                                                                                                                         

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Buy the Series

Book Excerpt

One look into Ascher’s eyes and Shauna’s simmering blood cooled. She was lost. So grateful to have him in her life. Immersed in a deep, blue ocean and awash in the depth of love she felt for this man she was so proud to call her own. With everything going wrong in their world, this was one of the things that was right. There was no denying the fact that they were made for one another.
“Thank you for the bracelet and—” Shauna gestured her hands to encompass the room colorfully decorated with balloons and fragrant with roses meant to celebrate the day of her birth. “—well, for everything.”
“No, sweetheart. I’m the one who should be thanking you for saving me.” His fingertips slipped along the line of her jaw as he lifted her head to meet his eyes. “Because of you, I’m a whole man…a living, breathing, feeling individual for the first time in my existence. You make me feel so much, Shauna. You brought me outside of myself and showed me the wonders of this world. Because of you, I realize how precious life is…that there is so much to fight for.”
The surrender in his eyes was so at odds with the wild man that had just screwed her into submission, but she loved that about him. He was many things. Human.Vampire.Warrior and worrier.Loving husband and loyal brother.Ascher was her shaded, sexy lover and a protector ready to risk himself to prevent anyone from doing her harm. He was possessive, handsome, and unyielding when it came to her safety. But most of all, he was simply hers. Looking into his eyes was like seeing them for the first time, all the adoration, passion and promise shining from their gorgeous depths.
She had no choice but to whisper, “I love you.”
He cupped her face in his palms. “Forever.” His lips then turned up into the smirk he usually reserved for teasing her. “Thank you for the player, too.”        
While she should have had enough, it wasn’t. Shauna would never get her fill of this sexy man who somehow desired and loved her just as much. So, she rolled him beneath her.


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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Tea Leaf Tales: Phew! Santa has bad breath!


“Do you know Santa?” she whispered just after the lights around us flicked off for the night.
“Of course I do. He brought me here for the little boy to play with. Didn’t he bring you?”
“Nah, I came in an ordinary box,” she replied with a heavy sigh.
“But you’re a princess. I’ll bet Santa brought your box to this family.”
She blushed and said, “Santa comes every year, right, so I’ll be sure to stay awake this year and ask him how I got here.”
“There he is now,” I said, sitting up as much as my settled stuffing would allow.
“Oh,Santa’s sure is furry and loud with a long tail and, phew, has bad breath.”

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.