Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Caine boys of Christine Ashworth's DEMON SOUL


It's always a pleasure to meet other writers while at conference. And, it's even better when you make one of those magical "connections." While she doesn't mention it in this column, Christine also writes some wicked and insightful blogs on wine, such as this recent one on Mulled Wine. Christine also was kind enough to offer an electronic copy of Demon Soul to one commenter. She'll randomly choose the winner later this week. 

Hi, I’m Christine Ashworth. I met Louisa when we sat next to each other at a booksigning at Romantic Times this past April. She was kind enough to ask me on her blog to talk about my books, and I really appreciate it!

When I first made the switch from writing contemporary romance to writing paranormal romance, I thought long and hard about what kind of paranormal creatures I wanted to write. I knew that, if done well, it could be a world I’d inhabit for years, so I wanted it to be fun, different, flexible and exciting.

Unfortunately, someone had already created Cirque du Soleil; and I don’t know enough about circuses to set my books in one. So I turned to the staples – Witches, Vampires and Were-creatures. I decided I wanted to write about a bunch of men –brothers. I decided to make my men  tri-breds in order to give myself more to play with, and came up with the Caine boys – men who, through generations of breeding, are walking around with demon and Fae blood, as well as their human blood. This has given me a lot of room to play. When Rose, my heroine in DEMON SOUL came out of a coma with a tattoo on her belly that houses a fire demon, and Gabriel, my hero in DEMON SOUL had his soul stolen by a vampire, the story took off from there like a rocket. So my tagline for that book is…to retrieve his soul, she’ll become fire… lots of fun stuff with Rose as a fire demon. Here’s an excerpt for you:


DEMON SOUL Excerpt:


     Gabriel approached Rose with caution. This time he got a better look at her demon form, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing—she was beautiful, eerie, flame licking along her arms, forming between her hands, flickering in her summer-sky blue eyes. Fire danced along the strands of her coppery curls. Her skin had taken on fur, an orangey hue with golden spots. He could see the horns protruding from her forehead, the ears elongated and pointy. Behind her, tiny wings, useless in flight, fluttered between her shoulder blades.

     His own demon uncurled inside him. It fought to be freed, violently attracted to this transformed Rose. He shook his head fiercely and his demon subsided, pouting, though he knew his eyes still whirled green.

     "Rose? It's me, Gabriel. How can you…it is you?" His voice held his demon, a growl that would not be denied.

     She glanced at him over her shoulder. Her eyes took a bit to focus, and it seemed to him she'd grown taller. "It's me. I've got a fire demon's powers, and look at me! I know you’ve seen me before, but look. Look at what I can do." Her smile was quick and endearing as she rolled a ball of fire.

     Before she could launch it, Gabriel caught her arm. Amazed at how hot she felt. "No." He growled the command even as his inner demon struggled again to be free.

     "Why not?" A frown gathered between her eyes and she tossed the fireball from hand to hand. "We don't like that place. We can get rid of it. Easy. Just, poof!"

     "There are people to save in there, Rose," he said. Sweat beaded on his face and he wondered how much longer he could hang onto her.

     She tilted her head. "Then let's go in and save them. The demons are gone. Come on, Gabriel, let's go be big bad demons together."

     Her hands squashed the fireball and she streaked to the open door of the club, as fast as any fire. Gabriel roared a challenge. She turned to him and grinned, did a little dance in the doorway. "Come on!"

     Gabriel changed into his demon, his heart in his throat. He caught sight of Danny's eye on him. Focusing, he took the time to tell him the plan. "We go to save the weres." He moved to the back door of Twisted.

     The place stank of vampire. Gabriel grumbled low in his throat as he followed Rose's scent of smoke and sunshine down the stairs, traceable among the heavier scent of vampire that clogged at the back of his throat. As a human, he had a difficult time with the stairwell. As a demon, he hated it—too enclosed, the steps too small for his feet, yet he followed her.

     Found her. With her demon strength she broke open the locks. All the doors stood open on the floor, but only three of them had held prisoners. She stood now in front of one of the doors, her head cocked to one side, little flames licking along the edges of her hair. "It's okay," he heard her say. "You can come out. We're the good guys."

~~~

DEMON SOUL has dark corners as well as sly bits of fun. Justin, Gabriel’s older brother, is extremely attracted to Maggie, a hereditary Witch who has no time for him. They wrangle their way through DEMON SOUL, and get closer in DEMON HUNT – but their story takes a dark turn at the end of HUNT, and Maggie becomes the pursuer of Justin in their story, DEMON LUST.

Kellan Caine is a cousin who came to live with the Caine family as a surly teenager. Now he’s hunting demons of all kinds on his own, and drops in to help the brothers when he can.

Gregor Caine’s story is told in DEMON HUNT. A portal has been opened between the Chaos Plane – where the demons live – and the Human Plane. Serra Willows, a Fae Warrior, is sent to the Human Plane to find the Caines and help them kill the demons flooding into Santa Monica, California. But the plot runs deeper; a human Death Mage is in the background, pulling strings, and even friends can’t be trusted. Serra and Gregor must work in concert to eradicate the land of the evil being spread. 

Unfortunately, not all their friends survive the Hunt.

A VERY brief bit of DEMON HUNT:

The fire bolt cut the demon in two before burning all the pieces. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. She looked upward and rain hurtled down as if in response to her call, washing away all evidence of the demon that had threatened them.

Serra stumbled to the gutter and emptied her stomach. She wiped her mouth and, on shaky feet, moved back to Gregor’s side and sat abruptly. Her barrier between them and danger had lifted.

No matter how long she’d been killing, no matter that she felt it her duty, she hated it. She had hated it when Terrell did it and she hated it now, but she hadn’t vomited in years. It left her weak and shaky. Not acceptable. At least the Caine hadn’t seen her weakness.

Lifting her face to the welcome rain, she allowed herself the joy of it against her skin. It smelled of the ocean and electricity. Caine’s hand twitched against her hip and she turned a frown toward him, but he didn't move again. Not even the rain soaking him caused him to stir, and now that she focused, she could smell his lifeblood emptying into the ground.

Panic slithered through her, made her stomach clench again. He’d fought for her; she was honor-bound to Heal. She knelt at his side and pushed her hands against the three thick rips in his flesh, shoulder to waist, his blood still warm against her cooling skin. Memories of the very last time she’d Healed intruded, and Terrell's pale face imposed itself on Gregor's. Her heart stopped and her breath tangled in her throat.

But the Caine was not her twin brother. They weren't on the Fae battlefield right now, and the demon – this time, anyway - had been vanquished. Blinking away Terrell’s face, Serra dug deep for her Healer instincts, gone mainly unused in the last decade.

She pulled the energy from the very earth and layered it, piece by piece, into Gregor's torn body, painstakingly healing the internal wounds, breathless with the effort healing demanded.  She’d forgotten. She’d been a Warrior for so long now, that she’d forgotten how much it took out of her to heal.

The rain soaked them both as time passed in uncounted heartbeats. She worked to ease the rips in his skin back together. The last of the healing. The squall had lightened, turned to mist before she finally finished and sat back, dazed.

He murmured something under his breath. She looked at him to give him comfort, but his eyes weren't blazing at her.

He was still out cold.

~~~

So there you have it, DEMON SOUL and DEMON HUNT.  DEMON SOUL is out now as an eBook or Print Book at CRESCENT MOON PRESS, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and All Romance Ebooks. DEMON HUNT will be a 2012 release. Feel free to stalk me – info below - or drop by my blog and website at http://christine-ashworth.com.

Thanks Louisa for having me on your blog, and letting me chatter away about my men. I had a blast!

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Monday, December 5, 2011

Conquering the Query: Hands-on Workshop at OCC/RWA


First, you write a 300+ page novel, and then you’re asked to pitch it and sum it up on one page. One page! We’re not talking the “dreaded synopsis” here with a generous three to five pages, but the query.

Most often a publisher will request an author to submit the first few chapters of the work in progress (WIP), along with the synopsis. And as a bonus, the writer needs to include a catchy query letter – aka a cover letter – in order to grab the agent’s/editor’s attention in the first place.

Conquering the Query combats the fear that comes with writing short.

Hands-On Craft Workshop: Come prepared to work! Bring the first page of your manuscript – and hopefully you’ve been working on those killer opening lines because we’re going to use them. If not, get going! Also, make sure to have plenty of paper and pens on hand, because during this craft workshop … we be writing!

OCC/RWA Chapter Meeting: Saturday, December 10, 2011
Doors open @ 9 a.m.
Morning Speaker: Louisa Bacio –  “Conquering the Query”

Afternoon Speaker: Helen Breitweiser, Agent
Cornerstone Literary Agency

For more information, visit www.occrwa.org

Hope to see you there!


Friday, December 2, 2011

Writing Outside the Lines with Tara Lain & Cover Reveal

Unveiling: Mistletowed cover!
How can I not kick off this column with that gorgeous cover! Tara Lain possesses a writing voice that lets readers into her special worlds. It's accessible, and she captures the senses and the scenery exquisitely. Recently, I read Volley Balls, and was struck with how well she portrayed Laguna Beach, Calif. -- where I lived for 10 years. I'm thrilled to welcome back Tara, who's talking about Mistletowed.

Thank you, Louisa, for the chance to talk about my upcoming holiday release, Mistletowed. It’s amazing that in these days of digital-first publishing, stories can be directed to an audience down to the proverbial gnat’s eyelash. You don’t have to settle for specifying that you like M/M or BDSM or romantic suspense. Readers can look for M/M BDSM books that happen to also be suspenseful. And when you submit a book to a publisher, you indicate the genre and subgenre you have written so they know how to market it.

My first novel, Genetic Attraction, was M/M/F ménage contemporary. Easy peasy. My fourth book, Golden Dancer, is a M/M/M romantic suspense. Spell Cat, which comes out in the spring is another simple category-- M/M contemporary paranormal. But my other books? Not so simple. I first got into difficulty with my second book. The Scientist and the Supermodel is M/M. It’s the love story of two men. Seems straightforward. Nope. Because it’s the prequel to Genetic Attraction and the guys are bisexual it was categorized as a ménage even though it clearly wasn’t. That was confusing. My summer novella, Volley Balls, is LGBT contemporary. It’s also the love story of two men. But the suggestion that a third man may enter the relationship was expanded into a full love scene at the last moment at the publisher’s suggestion and bingo, it’s a M/M/M ménage even though the third guy gets no air time and is an antagonist for most of the book. I’ll bet some readers have wondered where the heck the third person is for many pages. LOL

And now there is Mistletowed. It’s the humdinger! This is a short novel (32,000+ words) with seven important characters! It starts with two M/F couples and their gay friend plus two other friends. It ends up being a M/M book that also has M/F and M/M/F ménage with BDSM. Plus it has a touch of paranormal! As I write this, I have no idea how my publisher is going to categorize this ensemble romance. And I don’t know who will read it! (But I hope you will.) I guess you can say it has something for everyone.

Why do I insist on writing outside the defined lines? Because that is what interests me. I started my fiction writing career really late and I do what I love to do. Throwing interesting characters together and seeing where they take me is a delight! I also enjoy fluidity and the unexpected in characters’ sexuality. This all adds up to books outside the box. But I love writing them. And I hope you enjoy reading them.

Would you like to win Mistletowed? It releases on December 13 and the first drawing for one copy of Mistletowed and one copy of Deceptive Attraction will take place on that day. Leave a comment HERE WITH YOUR EMAIL. Don’t forget the email or I can’t find you if you win. Then go over to http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com and leave a comment and FOLLOW the blog. You will get another entry. There will be a lot of other opportunities to win Mistletowed before Christmas. Watch for them at Beautiful Boys Books.  And thank you again, Louisa!!  :  )
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Excerpt R: Mistletowed by Tara Lain
M/M, M/F, M/M/F with mild BDSM and a touch of MAGIC!
Coming December 13 from Loose Id

Hottie that looks like
Christian, the "god of  Newport Beach."
Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life -- right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t she stop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston.  But she can’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could be magic.

“Hi, Mel, what’s up? Is something wrong?”
“Probably not, but I’m worried about Christian, and I hoped he was with you.”
“No. Should he be?”
“I think he took off toward Laguna, but that was a few hours ago. He was pretty upset when he left.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Oh, his boss was making slurs at people, and Christian took offense. Seriously, it was kind of weird. Usually he’s easygoing, but the last few days he’s been so different. Unsatisfied. Questioning. Like what he wants has changed. I don’t get it. Anyway, if you see him, would you ask him to call home? He’d had some to drink, and I’m getting pretty freaked.”
“I wouldn’t worry. He’s been working so hard. He needs some rest. But yeah, I’ll tell him to call if I find him, okay?”
“Find him?”
“I’ve got one thought where he might be, but it could be nothing. I’ll check it out.”
“Thanks. You’re such a good friend.”
He hung up and stared at the phone. Christian having a crisis? Mr. Equanimity? That was weird. But he had a hunch. Mel said he’d headed toward Laguna. Not many places were open this late, but Christian had always liked the Sea Shell Bar. He grabbed a coat and scarf and set off on foot.
It only took a few minutes to get his suspicions confirmed. Standing in the doorway at the Sea Shell, he was witness to a sorry sight. And also a very confusing one. Christian was there, all right. Drunk as the proverbial skunk, golden head hanging, but still somehow managing to look gorgeous. On either side of him, like hounds after the skunk, were two guys, both gay. Jason knew them. They leaned in and appeared to be vying for Christian’s attention, which Jase didn’t get, since he knew neither guy was into hitting on straight men. All Christian had to say was get lost, and they’d be gone. But they weren’t gone. Maybe his friend was just too drunk to communicate.
He walked up behind Christian and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, buddy. I found you.”
Christian raised his head with difficulty. Finally his eyes seemed to focus. “Jase, my friend. Jase.” He lazily rolled his head from side to side. “Guys, this is Jason. Isn’t he beautiful, my friend? Isn’t he the purtiest mathemagician you ever saw?”
Both men acknowledged Jason.
What in the hell was Christian saying? Made no sense. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you home.”
“Not goin’ home. Gonna get my cock sucked.”
Both men looked embarrassed and glanced around at the few remaining customers, then back at Jason.
Christian leaned back against Jase and closed his eyes. What a warm weight. Jason raised an eyebrow at his acquaintances. “What’s going on? He’s straight. What’s he talking about?”
The bigger man, all shaved skull and rippling muscles, shook his head. “Straight, my ass. He’s been coming on to both of us for hours.”
The other guy nodded in agreement.
Jason gave them a disgusted look. “Hours? Doesn’t that tell you something right there? If he was serious, he’d have been in one of your beds for an hour by now.”
“Maybe. But that guy is so gorgeous, I wasn’t going to pass him up.”
Jase smiled. “Yeah, I can see that.”
The other man -- smaller, slim -- shrugged. “Frankly I think it’s you he wants. He hasn’t stopped talking about you since he got here. Kind of a turnoff, but like Wendell said, he is really pretty.” 
Jason shrugged. “I’m just the only gay guy he knows. No basis for comparison.” He propped Christian up. “Come on, bro, let’s go to my house.”
“Oh good. Will you suck my cock, Jase? That would be the best thing of all. Would you?”
Oh shit, this was so not happening! “You’re drunk. Let’s go.”
He managed to get Christian on his feet and moving. Wendell stepped forward. “Need help?”
Jason was a couple inches shorter than Christian and even more slender, but he figured he was strong enough unless Christian went deadweight on him. “I think I got it."

Author, Tara Lain
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E-mail:                 tara@taralain.com
Website:              http://www.taralain.com
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Book blog:           http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com
Twitter:               http://twitter.com/taralain

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Two Ways to Pick Up a Copy of "Chains of Silver" -- Wednesday Only

When my OCC/RWA chaptermate Lex Valentine said she was planning a "30 Days of Christmas" Giveaway, I knew I had to get in on the fun! Today, she's offering chances to win one of three books. In addition to The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf: Chains of Silver, Lex is featuring her book Hot Water – Tales of the Darkworld Book Two, and Ari Thatcher's M/F/M BDSM Romance, Fighting for Control.


To enter, visit Lex Valentine's Blog.

The Romance Studio's Book-A-Day Giveaway

When I signed up for The Romance Studio's Book-A-Day Giveaway, I had no idea it would be scheduled for the same day. So now, readers have not one, but two chances to win a copy of Chains of Silver ... today.  To enter, visit The Romance Studio, and on the right-hand side click on Book-A-Day.

Good luck! And stay tuned for more during Chains of Silver Virtual Book Tour!