I thought this was such a great blog. I just had to reblog it. Complete credit goes to Writers In The Storm. It’s a great blog to follow

Here’s another sexy snippets from my latest novel, Everlasting.

“I don’t need your protection, Reign.” Alexis said.

“Yes, you do. I am all that stands between you and those animals.”

There was no arrogance in his statement. Just truth. She did need him. She also needed him to be honest. “And that’s the only reason you’re here? To stop the beasts?”

“I came to save my brother. But he does not need me.”

“And afterward? When we find a way to stop those things, what then?”

“…I find a way to leave you.” Tight voice, his rigid face held no emotion.

“Good. The sooner, the better,” she mumbled through the lump in her throat.

His eyes darkened, but he said nothing.

“When you leave, do you go back to Chemmis?”

A cold wave hit her. His lips thinned into an angry line and his hands fisted. He nodded once. Hmm? He held no love for the place.

“I need to sleep.” She walked around him and his fingers brushed the back of her hand. A jolt of sorrow caused her entire body to seize.

Then his fingers slipped into her palm. A dull ache welled in her center and spread to every cell, leaving a void in its wake.

The pain wasn’t hers.

Alexis canted her head at Reign. To the world, he was a six foot eight inch warrior. Deadly to his enemies and her sense of self-preservation. Still, watching his bowed head, feeling the desolation seeping from his palm into her, she saw the truth.

Their gazes locked. Longing lay naked in the depths of his eyes.

“Reign—”

He claimed her lips with a scorching kiss. Raw and hungry, her head reeled. A hand cupped her head. Another gripped her hip and gave a gentle tug. She didn’t fight him guiding her closer or the desire he ignited in her blood. His knee slipped between her thighs and he lifted her until she hooked a leg around his waist. Chest to breast, abs to abs, groin pressed against groin, she felt him lengthen. Her core blossomed. Alexis moaned and his tongue slid into her mouth. He tasted like Sunday dinner at grandma’s, Christmas morning, and Midnight on New Year’s Eve, while his body promised Disney World. His biceps flexed as his hand slid under her shirt and stroked up her back. 

She moved her hand up his chest, feeling the cotton fabric, the tense muscles beneath, and the thud of his racing heartbeat. Then her fingertips brushed the bare skin of his neck.

A bundle of conflicting emotions slammed into her. Passion warred with frustration and a simmering rage. Terror and loneliness mixed with a profound hunger and a darkness no sun could penetrate. Betrayal had tainted his memories, leaving an anger that stretched centuries. All of this was woven together by bitter regret.

Questions cleared the lust from her mind. She tore her lips away, aching from pain belonging to Reign. Briefly, his hands tightened on her body. His head dropped into the crook of her neck before she could search his face for answers. Warm breath fanned her collar. She bit her lip to keep from protesting when his hands dropped to her hips and he set her on her feet.

Alexis darted up the stairs to the safety of her grandmother’s bedroom.

Want to read more? Then check out Everlasting, Book to in my Descendants of Ra series.

LETTING GO OF MY BABY

It took me four years to write, rewrite, rewrite again and finally stop rewriting, my first published novel, Eternity. This was the book that I dreamed into existence and gave me the desire to write again after twenty years of inactivity. This was the book that saved sanity my after my husband came home from deployment and told me he’d met someone else—that’s another story for another time.

After my daughter, this book was my second, very precious child. Through the many rewrites, other authors advised that I should move on, write something else. “You’re going to spend ten years writing the same book.” They may have been correct on that point, but luckily fate stepped in and Eternity was published by a small independent press around the same time my daughter left for college.

Both of my babies had grown up and were on their way out into the big wide world. Time to cut the apron strings. I worried about them, what they were doing? Whom they were meeting? Were they appreciated for their beauty and brains? My daughter could defend herself. She had my wit and twice my courage. But my other baby was on its own, which was fine, until I received my first bad review. Actually, it was more lukewarm than bad. They gave me two stars because they didn’t like the reincarnation theme of the novel. Okay, that was in the blurb.

That first bad review is a punch in the gut to every new author. I think it was especially so for me because I wrote the novel during a time of deep personal rejection. For days, I obsessed about that review, alternating between wanting to question the reader about aspects of the story she/he did enjoy and depression. The logical side of me knew that you can’t please everyone all of the time while the emotional side of me wanted everyone to love me.

Well, I’ve picked the wrong field if I’m looking for eternal love. And that was the key to me letting go of my first novel baby. If I make a few people happy, if I make one person happy (me) then I’ve accomplished what I’ve set out to do. To be a writer, you have to love what you do, even if you’re the only one and if you find that you do have a few fans out there, appreciate them. 

About five years ago, I decided I wanted to write a series. I’ve always loved paranormal romances, vampires, werewolves, the fey, shape shifters, novels about other worlds inhabited with different species. Naturally, I gravitated to what I enjoyed reading, but I was tired of the usual books populating the genre. Fangs, claws and fur, oh my. I considered writing about the Greek Gods, but I had recently started reading a popular series about the Greeks and I felt I had no new ideas to offer.

Then I thought of the Egyptian Gods. Ancient Egypt is one of the most well documented cultures. Although the Egyptian Gods have a wealth of history and folklore, there aren’t many fiction books about them. Their story still remains untold.

With hundreds of deities to choose from, I settled on the four: Nu, mother of the pantheon. SET and Nephythys, estranged spouses and their unwanted son,  Anubis. I added two humans, twin brothers Roman and Reign. As their stories unfold, so does the treachery, avarice and lust of the Egyptians gods. I’m having a blast writing discovering these fascinating characters.

Eternity is a story of reincarnation and redemption. Roman Nicolis, a mercenary falls in love with the Elyssian, the wrong woman. He seduces her, taking her virginity and cursing them both. For two thousand years, Roman wanders the earth searching for the only woman he can love. Time and again, Roman finds her, only to lose her horribly. Now, in present day New York City, they meet again. And this is his last chance to get things right.

Everlasting is a story about love and loyalty. Reign Nicolis has been a prisoner of Nephythys, the Goddess of the Dead. She controls his body, but will never own his heart. In order to save his twin from death, Reign agrees to give her his love…until his soul is magically attached to Detective Alexis Lever.

Alexis Lever has one chance at redeeming her career, finding the Village Strangler, Daniel Nicolis. But instead of finding the serial killer, she discovers she has a mystical stalker in the form of Reign Nicolis. For years, she had dreamed of him, now no more than one hundred feet can separate them. Day and night, they are forced to be together, fighting their urges and the danger surrounding them.

But the goddess will have her way, or everyone on Earth and all the gods in the Egyptian pantheon will pay.