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Saturday, January 30, 2010

A deal too sweet to pass up!

All Romance Ebooks is fighting back! Amazon is at it again (900lb gorilla jokes abound). Anyway, thanks to ARe and SBTB (The blog and info is here.) But until Midnight Sunday, all ARe books and OmniLit books are now 50% off! That's right! A company wide sale!

Simply enter this code when you go to your cart and you'll see the savings!

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Check out these listings!:

 

Crowning A Warrior King
Crowning A Warrior King
By: Diana Castilleja
Published by: Tease Publishing LLC
Price: $4.99
Buy Now Life has been calm and quiet for Aran for almost seven years since moving into Banter. She is a prosperous business owner, has friends, and helps those in need without question. Yet a delivery of a mysterious jewel encrusted box changes all of that for her in an instant. Not only is the myster more...

Aiza Clan Book 3: Unbound Trust
Aiza Clan Book 3: Unbound Trust
By: Diana Castilleja
Published by: Tease Publishing LLC
Price: $3.99
Buy Now Brooke Aiza has returned home after staying with her Aunt Jerry for more than a year to learn she's an aunt herself by her brother, and her sister is married! Overwhelmed by the changes taking place with her siblings, she begins to feel more than a familial affection for her new brother-in-law, and more...

A Trust Earned
A Trust Earned
By: Diana Castilleja
Published by: Tease Publishing LLC
Price: $3.99
Buy Now Selene Aiza is a very compassionate woman by nature, and fiercely protective of those she cares for. A renowned doctor with gentle patient skills, she prefers the wild country of western Oregon and the secluded hospital where she can help the people who truly need her assistance. And in the de more...

An Angel's Choice
An Angel's Choice
By: Diana Castilleja
Published by: Purple Sword Publications, LLC
Price: $3.00
Buy Now It's Micah's last assignment, the one that would earn him his wings. He felt prepared for the challenge ahead of him this Christmas season—until he met her. Karen had been a forgotten child, a loner, and refused to open herself to hurt. She'd been down that road more than once and very recently had more...

The Hanged Man: The Eternal Kiss
The Hanged Man: The Eternal Kiss
By: Diana Castilleja
Published by: Tease Publishing LLC
Price: $4.99
Buy Now Diego Viteri has lived for centuries with only one real goal, to avenge himself against the one who destroyed the man that he was and created the creature he is now. He is suffering a growing loneliness that is becoming impossible to ignore. His only reason for not ending his life is to see tha more...

Trusting Delilah
Trusting Delilah
By: Diana Castilleja
Published by: Tease Publishing LLC
Price: $3.99
Buy Now Roman Aiza is the second born son of the Aiza clan. He also owns and operates a private security company and has an ongoing contract with one of Florida's most influential residents. He is patrolling at a party when he encounters a woman who will haunt him. A woman who at their first meeting, manage more...

Sexy Saturday Sex Scene

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Weeee! It's Saturday again!

That means it's time to tease and titillate with snips from our favorite books! The premise is easy. Reading the excerpt below, in the comments leave your suggestion of what music would be playing in the background. The best suggestion will get a free PDF of The Eternal Kiss. A winner will be announced by Sunday 9P EST. Enjoy!

 

By: Diana Castilleja | Other books by Diana Castilleja
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-934678-90-9

Word Count: 75,000
Heat Index (3)

Categories: Vampires/Werewolves Paranormal/Horror Suspense/Mystery

Blurb:

Diego Viteri has lived for centuries with only one real goal, to avenge himself against the one who destroyed the man that he was and created the creature he is now. He is suffering a growing loneliness that is becoming impossible to ignore. His only reason for not ending his life is to see that Brakka is served his justice and then, Diego can rest.

The last thing he is expecting is to have an encounter with a human woman who is willing to jump between himself and Brakka during a harsh and bloody battle. Their one meeting changes everything for Diego, bringing to life emotions and wants that he has long believed to be as dead as he is.

As he follows Titania and her band, his needs reshape into something that he can't ignore. Before he knows what he has done, he bonds with her and sets into motion the very thing he swore he would never do to another person. He has shared his curse and in the process may have very well killed her. And there is only one choice to be made to try to save her.


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Diego knew as he carried her to her room that he should turn away, but his reasons were gone. She deserved the whole truth. He did not blink as he opened her door with a whispered command, securing the locks with hardly a thought, the warmth of her body still pressed against him. He was a living, breathing flame beneath her trusting touch.

Her lips were a soft petal pink, her skin flushed with desire, her heart beating wildly. He had forced himself to leave her side more than once although his hunger for this one woman had raged through him. It had not ceased since that first kiss.

She pressed herself into his hold when her feet touched solid ground beneath them, her curves molding to him deliciously. He loved the way her hair slid through his fingers, weaving them through the dark mass, absorbing the heat of her into his body.

His lips trailed along her jaw to settle near her ear, her scent filling his mind, his every nerve, until he crackled like a livewire with wanting her. He pressed his forehead to hers.

“Titania. Tell me now, tell me no, and I will leave.” Please, he silently begged. He had left the last of his strength on the wharf. Even recriminations did not hold enough weight to stop him.

Her blue eyes were bright with an untapped passion when he lifted to search her face. Her features shined in the moonlight passing through the open curtains of the window. She stole his breath, she was so beautiful to him. His heart beat with a wild rhythm, all the while feelings he had forgotten tore through him: possessiveness, tenderness, enjoyment in another’s voice, in their touch. His world was flying apart, shattering, and even as it frightened him, his desire to answer the call of her darkening gaze was not ignorable.

He was shocked to find his hands were shaking when he lifted them to cradle her face. His voice was gone, all the promises he wanted to make to alleviate fears, unsaid. He was lost in the darkened passion of her eyes.

Her lips were sweet when he lowered his to them, caressing, brushing with tenderness. An unknown urge to lay his mark, to announce his claim for her, was rising, becoming a heated brand on his thoughts. He knew she was innocent, but she accepted him. She trusted him. That stunned his brain, freezing him for a heartbeat.

How could she trust death? He had ruined her life! But even that was a fleeting thought when her hands lifted to slide over his body, eradicating thought completely. Diego delved between the sweet shape of her lips, feeling her wrap her arms around him. Her body fit perfectly with his. He knew it even still dressed as they were. Somehow, this one woman had been made for him.

He forced himself to move slowly, to savor every caress, every whispered breath. He slid his fingers down her arms, felt her answering shiver, heard the racing of her own heart. His touch gentled more as he began to slide her shirt up, pulling it over her and away.

All he could do was stare. Soft, pale globes of flesh encased in red satin. “My favorite color,” he breathed. “Beautiful, cara.” He dipped his head and graced each with a slow moving kiss. Her arms found him, holding on tightly.

He braced an arm under her knees, finding her mouth as he lifted her. Like a precious treasure, he laid her down on the bed, simply looking at the beauty he had been granted. He stretched out with her, his fingers following the curve of her shoulder and down her body to trail away gently on her thigh.

He thrilled at her sigh of wonder, which turned into a heated moan when he lowered his head to tease the hard peak of one nipple between tender teeth. He maneuvered his hand behind her and removed her bra, letting it slide down her arms to be tossed away. He groaned, finding the lusciousness of her body exposed to him.

There were no words to describe what was happening inside him, what he felt. So he told her with his touch, his lips, his gaze. Lush, kiss-pinked lips curved in answer. She knew. Somewhere in the back of his passion-soaked mind, he knew she was in his thoughts, entrenched, as he was in hers. She would always know.

He kissed a trail from her jaw to the valley of her breasts, inhaling her fragrance like the garden she was to his senses. Soft, flushed skin, her lush hair, the call of her feminine scent. Diego absorbed it all. He would never be free from her.

He laved long kisses on her breasts, their softness fitting perfectly into his touch. She writhed and moaned when he drew one hard tip into the damp heat of his mouth. Soft, keening sounds of passion were growing with each caress.

He pressed a palm against her center, and she tensed. “I need to see you. All of you.” She relaxed as he nipped at her stomach, muscles jumping once when he found the recess of her belly button. His touch was as slow as he could make it, fighting the growing urgency to make her his. The need was a growing, burning thing, crawling through him.

Jeans slid away, the red strip of cloth that covered her center insignificant as they disappeared with a single pull. He swallowed as he gazed upon her, lying trusting beneath his touch.

“I do not deserve you.” Her eyes glowed, sexy, dark and heady in the moon’s glow through the hotel window.

Her hands gripped the bed sheets when he let his mouth move over her again, when he delicately probed her heat with his tongue. He was bathed in the feeling of her trust, the newness arcing over her with brilliant, electric color, without a taint of fear anywhere.

For the first time in centuries, during a life of loneliness and solitude that had known no bounds, he forgot he was cursed. Forgot everything as he sought her pleasure.

Her touch was tentative, but growing surer as her own passions rose with his and her own needs became unbearable, desiring. Clothes disappeared with a thought.

Lightning arced between them as he rose above her, his fingers tracing the delicate shape of her hips, of her breasts, until he lay cradled between her thighs. He clenched his teeth as blinding ecstasy surged through him, her wet heat beckoning. He found her mouth then found his home as he possessed her. He swallowed her sharp cry, absorbing the pain. She was his.

His movements were slow, building her up again. Nails raked his back as passion flared through her, engulfed him. He tasted her skin with his tongue. Heat consumed them.

Hunger like he’d never felt knifed through him, clawed at him. A taste. Just a taste of her. He gritted his teeth, fought against it. He could not endanger her.

He thrust deeper, fighting the call, needing to feel her to keep him grounded as wave after wave of rapture flowed from her, bathed him in her joy. Sharp need sliced through his bliss. The pressure grew, a white hot hunger demanding fulfillment.

His lips flowed over the gentle slope of her jaw, his tongue bathing her in sensual heat. She arched immediately into the sensation, throwing her head back in invitation. She called to him. Deep. Primal.

He could smell the sweet call of blood, felt the raging way it pulsed through her body, heard the hard pulsating of her heart behind her ribs. Hot. Needy. Hungry. His lips glided down her throat, and she moaned in answer. She accepted his need as a part of him, and he couldn’t deny himself any longer.

Reason was gone. There was only Titania. There was only need. He needed to taste, to savor. To claim. She shivered when he caressed her skin, his tongue laving sensually against her pulse. She whimpered once in answer, in need. Incisors exploded into his mouth. For the first time in his dark life, when his teeth sank deep, he left his mark, branding her for eternity.

Ecstasy. Sweet divinity. His mind filled with radiant color. Lightning seared him, wrapped around him. Her taste was like no other. Hot, sweet, addictive. She poured into him, filled him, filled the aching, empty void of his soul as he devoured her. Pleasure like he’d never known coursed through his body, through his mind. His body thrust deeper still, filling her, feeling her release as her body moved with his.

He closed the narrow wounds with a tender caress, gripping her closer when she cried out, barely able to restrain the glory of the moment from exploding from his body. He shattered into a kaleidoscope of colors, yelling her name.

His breathing was ragged as he cradled her in his arms, pressing his face to her skin, bracing his weight off her slimmer body. A languorous feeling he had never experienced stole over him.

For the first time ever, his insatiable needs, his burning hunger was sated. His insides were not clawing apart with hunger. He felt completely at peace.

Aftershocks traveled up and down her delicate frame, soft moans, sliding from between kiss-swollen lips. His scent mingled with hers, the mixture of sex and first blood blended strongly on his senses, in the room.

Something had been different from the very beginning. He was powerless to fight destiny, but Brakka was out there. And others would look for her specifically now that she had been claimed. He had essentially put a “do not touch, trespassers will be destroyed” sign on her. He knew she was not a stay inside kind of woman. That thought terrified him.

Guilt slammed into him anew. He had stolen so much from her. Her freedom, her career. She could not possibly continue with her life at risk for each appearance. She was going to hate him. There was no doubt.

Fingers trailed across his shoulder. “What is it?” Her voice was soft, husky with sated desire. He could not believe when he felt his body’s reaction to it. After so long without a soul to match his, he was beginning to understand what a miracle she was to him.

He rose on his elbows, looking down at her beautiful face. His fingers automatically found the warm richness of her hair, spread like a thick, black blanket around them. “I will not let you go. Not now, not ever. It is bound to cause problems.”

Dazzling eyes stared back into his. “Like Houston?”

He brushed a kiss across each lid. “He is only one. I knew when I found you, things were going to happen. I did not know how.”

She studied him. “You’re not telling me everything, are you?” Her fingers traced his mouth. He smiled, kissing each fingertip. She really liked his mouth.

He slid from her, keeping her cradled, his legs imprisoning her. “No. Not yet. I do not know how,” he admitted. “But we will work through this.” I will always protect what is mine, he silently vowed.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

A new low....




Okay, so we alll know piracy sucks, takes money away from authors, editors, publishers, and yet the pirates don't give a flying flip that they are STEALING money right out of our paychecks, disregarding even those who have no other income BUT our writing. Yes Pirates, that's you making us go on welfare and grovel, Thank you! I feel so flattered that you "found" me and read me, but never spend a penny for the right.

Well here's an all new low.

There are requests for the All Romance Ebooks 28 Days of Hot, Heartfelt Romance books ON PIRATE SITES already! And they're not even released yet!!

Yes, they are STEALING FROM A CHARITY! They are requesting to PIRATE stories, whose sole purpose is to raise money for the American Heart Association. (The stories were written and are being released to give 100% of the proceeds to the AHA.)

Makes you all warm and fuzzy, doesn't it? Makes me want to hurl. This is really a new low. I wonder how they'll "justify" their way out of this one.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

This Week: In Diana's Head

Flying horses and other oddities.

What? You mean you've never seen a pegasus? I have. *grin* Okay, so it's a statue on my desk, but so.... It's there, I can see it and it's gorgeous. But have you ever wondered just what might be out there that we can't see?

I mean, there's ghost chasers, people who swear they can speak to the dead, people who have seen or experienced the unexplainable. How much is real and how much is make believe? I honestly believe that there things we can't see, hear, or explain, but that's what makes us unique from say your average dog. Do you think dogs have spirits who haunt them? I can see it now... Lassie haunting. Okay, that's joke. But we perceive things in a much broader view, we believe we can see, experience and share those oddities, and others feel the same.

So where is today going?

What if there were shifter races among us? What if there were witches and vampires and things that do more than go bump in the night? Have you ever looked at someone and thought they would make the perfect "fill in the blank"?

I think in a way, it's part of why I write about so many of these fantastical beings. They not only intrigue me, but they pull me away from the mundane (you know, laundry, dishes, errands, life in general). I had a new story idea pop up over the weekend and the more I think I have no idea how or what to write about it, the harder it sticks in my brain, so sometime soon, I'm going to be experimenting with another book, I'm sure. I love the differences we find between our own characters and those of another author.

I think as a human race, we could adapt to having more than your average homosapien amongst us. We are a world of diversity and over the years no matter race, color, religion or location, we can come together for the average man.

What do you think? Could you deal with having a wolf shifter as a neighbor? What about a tiger shifter as a teacher, or a witch as a doctor (Yep, I went there. LOL) but in the medical sense. *wink* I can just seen a vampire as a bodyguard. Immeasurable strength and healing capabilities? Probably be a hell of a dancer too. LOL

So tell me what you think. I'm curious.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Membership Drive!

We're inviting the virtual community to join readers, authors, publishers, and reviewers at Just Another Paranormal Monday each and every Monday. Over 500 members strong, Just Another Paranormal Monday is the perfect place to kick up your heels and talk with other readers about paranormal books, movies, and unexplainable topics interesting to those of us who love paranormal.

 

Coming later this month, the moderators of Just Another Paranormal Monday will open submissions for two fabulous anthologies. Members are invited to submit their paranormal submissions for our Halloween and Christmas anthology projects. More details will post to the JAPM Loop next week.

 

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Saturday Book News


On January 19th, Entwined by Fate the first in a innovative and sexy new series from S.A.Price releases. This series breaks the accepted boundaries on what is familiar in the shifter genre, by having Ophidians, or weresnakes as a focus.

Thirty females of the Ophidian race have gone missing, most from the transient nest of Las Vegas, a rogue and unofficial nest run by the Saint, John Merrick. Believed to be dead by every Archon in the states, Merrick leads a quiet and unassuming life, saving those of his race that are lost and need it most. It's a solitary existence, one that he hates every day. He yearns for his mate, the woman he left over a decade before, and the woman who thinks him dead to this day.

When Elise Rizdon gets the official invitation to the Archon meeting in Ohio by the leader of a new Midwestern nest, she never expected to see the love of her life at the woman's side, a man she was told was dead and buried. She lost him once upon a time, and she never fully recovered. Focusing on the issues, and not the man that has always made her body burn is not going to be easy. A disturbing event is on the horizon, one that threatens all Ophidian's and their way of life. In order to survive they will have to work together, give up old grudges and take chances on the things that matter most. Love, life and the continuation of their race.

And the reviews have been amazing!

S.A. Price has written a winner! The taut plot line and the constant danger lurking at every corner increase the tension as the reader anxiously turns the pages. S.A. Price does a marvelous job at integrating subplots and smoothly fitting all of the pieces together. The secondary romances developing within the plot line make the happily-ever-after all the more satisfying. Brilliant!
~Recommended Read, Ck2s Kwips and Kritiques

“Move over werewolf’s there’s a new game in town!”
~ Smokin Hot Books

“It kept me captivated …I just had to know what was going to happen next!”
~Books, Books and More Books

"A sexy were species that really pushes the envelope! Who knew snakes could be so hot-blooded!?"
~Jennifer Armintrout, best selling author of the Blood Ties series

Interested? Check out why this book is getting such amazing feedback, and help us prove that weresnakes are sssexy and that scales could definitely be the new fur for you shifter readers!

JOIN THE REVOLUTION! You can read an excerpt here and you can buy the E book from All Romance E books and the print from Amazon.


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On January 19th, Entwined by Fate the first in a innovative and sexy new series from S.A.Price releases. This series breaks the accepted boundaries on what is familiar in the shifter genre, by having Ophidians, or weresnakes as a focus.



Thirty females of the Ophidian race have gone missing, most from the transient nest of Las Vegas, a rogue and unofficial nest run by the Saint, John Merrick. Believed to be dead by every Archon in the states, Merrick leads a quiet and unassuming life, saving those of his race that are lost and need it most. It's a solitary existence, one that he hates every day. He yearns for his mate, the woman he left over a decade before, and the woman who thinks him dead to this day.



When Elise Rizdon gets the official invitation to the Archon meeting in Ohio by the leader of a new Midwestern nest, she never expected to see the love of her life at the woman's side, a man she was told was dead and buried. She lost him once upon a time, and she never fully recovered. Focusing on the issues, and not the man that has always made her body burn is not going to be easy. A disturbing event is on the horizon, one that threatens all Ophidian's and their way of life. In order to survive they will have to work together, give up old grudges and take chances on the things that matter most. Love, life and the continuation of their race.



And the reviews have been amazing!



S.A. Price has written a winner! The taut plot line and the constant danger lurking at every corner increase the tension as the reader anxiously turns the pages. S.A. Price does a marvelous job at integrating subplots and smoothly fitting all of the pieces together. The secondary romances developing within the plot line make the happily-ever-after all the more satisfying. Brilliant!

~Recommended Read, Ck2s Kwips and Kritiques



“Move over werewolf’s there’s a new game in town!”

~ Smokin Hot Books



“It kept me captivated …I just had to know what was going to happen next!”

~Books, Books and More Books



"A sexy were species that really pushes the envelope! Who knew snakes could be so hot-blooded!?"

~Jennifer Armintrout, best selling author of the Blood Ties series



Interested? Check out why this book is getting such amazing feedback, and help us prove that weresnakes are sssexy and that scales could definitely be the new fur for you shifter readers!



JOIN THE REVOLUTION! You can read an excerpt here and you can buy the E book from All Romance E books and the print from Amazon.





Stella Price
Award winning best selling author

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

This week: In Diana's Head

diana's head This last Saturday, me, the man and the boy (luckily the dog stayed behind) went to our first Monster Truck Rally/Tractor Pull.

And I have to tell you, I HAVE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING THAT LOUD IN MY LIFE! I was smart. I took earplugs but the boy and the man refused because they were "uncomfortable". Whatever. The man's already hard of hearing because he was in the Artillery in the Army. What's a few thousand decibles of roaring ethanol and moonshine? *wink*

I don't follow the circuit so it's hard to say what we were supposed to see, but what we did see was pretty awesome. A lot of older (1949 anyone ?) modified pickups, several hotrod tractors and the big trucks. And the boy got to ride in the Freakin' Huge SARGEANT SMASH. He loved that.

This guy was the Head honcho, so to speak, the crowd favorite:

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THE BARBARIAN!

We didn't stay the whole show. The boy was zonked by the end of the intermission, so we left around 10p. It probably went right up until about midnight or so. The final verdict? Would we do it again? I'd love to! The boy would do it too, in a heartbeat. The only thing I ask is to not do it in 23degree freezing weather. It wasn't cold in the arena, but it wasn't exactly warm either.