Up and coming...
Patting myself on the back for seeing this one through, because it totally paid off when I didn't believe it would... What am I talking about exactly?

A contract with Evernight Publishing is signed for my full length (about 95k) paranormal romance dealing with shifters, or to be precise, men who shift into dragons. Entitled, A Love Unfinished... It is the first book in a series of three. 
And yes, I have a secret love for dragons, or at least the ones in my head.

Unedited blurb: Over two decades ago, an attack on The Clan of Cobalt left families of dragons in ruins; now, with the clans able to start rebuilding their lives, history is ...beginning to rewrite, one dragon and one mate at a time…

Dani Heartview spent a year running from the past she can’t forget and it’s about to catch up in the form of Holden Levy. When he suddenly disappeared, she was devastated, but now he’s back. Even if she can’t deny their connection, the man who returned is vastly different from the one who left.

With Holden’s secrets uncovered, the Alpha dragon inside the man is demanding for its mate to be claimed, but there’s danger lurking close by. Still, his abandonment is a monster she can’t shake. Can she forgive to restart their life, and if she does, can Dani handle exactly what it means to be a dragon’s mate?

So, yay, right? ALU is emotional, and it packs a strong punch in the angst department for a while, which is what I love... He's not willing to let her get away, and she just wants to stop hurting. 

 So terribly excited. Are you?

For a bit of a teaser as to what this is/the feel of the story, here's a link to an unedited piece that I posted to it a little while back on the blog: http://bethanykris.blogspot.com/2013/09/current-work-teaser-love-unfinished.html?spref=fb
#PromptFiction - Untitled
My lovely ladies, Elle and Dixie, have been busy posting up a couple of their own prompts. I haven't done one in a while and I felt like I was slacking, major hard. Prompt provided by Dixie, and this small piece is very reminiscent of a NA I'm currently working on, so I've left it untitled for obvious reasons. So, here's this one from me...

The moment their front door opened, she could smell it.

Like aerosol, paint thinner, and primer.

Like his life, work, anger, and his love all rolled into one.

Her stomach did three flip-flops before she’d even reached the end of the foyer to their small home. One time, that smell used to make her grin a little knowing smile that no one else could really understand. Especially when it lingered on the edges of worn denim and thin t-shirts.

Anybody else might have brushed off the smell as a new coat of paint being laid down to walls that could really use one.

But not her.
Not when it came to him.

Her sneaker clad feet hit the stairs, skipping two at a time. She could hear the aerosol can nozzle whooshing out a steady stream of color, coming straight from the only spare bedroom they had in the house.

God, she hoped he wasn’t ruining the wall.

Some called his work graffiti, others who cared even less for the bright imagery and carefully constructed masterpieces called it vandalism. Any other day, she would have called it art. Hell, she had his art marked up the line of her spine in the form of ink all reds, blacks, and blues.

Because it was, art that is, and he only really worked on commissioned pieces now, regardless of what anyone else thought.

Still, in their home?

Maybe she shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, it wasn’t the first time he marked up a wall.

The ceiling above their bed held one of the most intricate, beautiful abstract designs all done up with Sharpie markers. That came after a week long fight that left her frustrated and him distant. So he colored it out, swiping out his anger and words and feelings on a fifteen by ten ceiling.

She couldn’t bear to paint over it.

Pretty things shouldn’t be covered.

When she hit the spare bedroom’s open door, her steps finally faltered into a stutter. He didn’t even turn around, simply passed back a mask to protect her from the fumes.

It’s gotta be hard, her friends sometimes said.

Hard to what?

To be his wife, they’d answer.

The little honest part inside would whisper yes. The irrational one, surrounded in love, aerosol paint, and beauty always screamed no.

The can of paint tap-tap-tapped against the strong denim clad thigh as he gave her time to adjust to what she was seeing. She could hear the metal ball inside the can clanging around with every smack. Kisses of spray paint dotted his fingers and nails, splattering up his arm like a muddy mark along the lines of ink that covered his own flesh.

She couldn’t help but notice the droplets of paint dripping down the can. He hated a leaking nozzle.

The mask muffled the squeak of her surprise. “Are you nervous?” she asked, shocked.

That wouldn’t be like him. If anything, his work was one of the only things he was most proud of.

Some doctors wanted to throw out an autism diagnosis, others just wanted to write out a script of happy pills colored white, blue, or pink. They wouldn’t let them. Sometimes all it took was the sound of a can’s cap popping off or the fresh break of plastic when he broke in a new nozzle to get him focused, for him to find his drive.

“Maybe,” he finally answered.

Eye contact, he avoided it like the plague. It didn’t matter, because she was drawn in to the tree now covering three walls in thick brown lines, with shades of gray and black striking in the background. Bulbs of red dangled from the curled ends of reaping limbs.

She could plainly see where he had started and where he’d just finished before she arrived. His frustrations had colored some bolder than the other, browns twisting the bark to look weathered, worn, and strong.

“It could be like me,” she heard him whisper.

“Like you.” Her voice was barely there echo in a too large space. She tried so fucking hard to keep the anger out of it. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Isn’t there?”


“What if it is?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she repeated strongly.

“Is it not okay?”

“The tree?”

Just like that, he seemed to have moved on from whatever was bothering him. She knew what it was.

“Yeah… I know it’s a little grim, or whatever. I mean, it’s not the usual nursery mural.”

“No, it’s just fine.” In fact, her panic was ebbed. She was sure they’d be just okay, now. “Perfect, even.”
She wasn't just talking about the mural.

“You’re sure—”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

It was him, her and them, after all. How could it not be?
Spotlight #newrelease Goddess of Legend by @ErintheAuthor
Hello again! I'm putting the spotlight on another new Evernight release today. Enjoy!
AUTHOR DETAILS: Erin Ashley Tanner is currently a graduate student in her last semester at Florida State University. When she is not being forced to read boring materials for class, she enjoys leisure reading in all genres, as well as writing until her fingers hurt. She dreams of building a career as a best-selling author. To learn more about Erin, feel free to swing by her website, www.erinashleytanner.com, or reach her on Twitter @ErintheAuthor, or on her Facebook page Erin Ashley Tanner or her blog www.erinashleytanner.blogspot.com.

INSPIRATION FOR THE BOOK: I have always been a fan of Greek mythology, particularly the myth of Hades and Persephone, but what really spurred me to write Goddess of Legend was reading Aimee’ Carter’s Goddess Legacy series. She did such an amazing job bringing the Greek myth of Hades and Persephone up to date while not being afraid to push boundaries and do something different. After reading the series I wanted to take a stab at modernizing the Greek myths as well. Since I’ve always believed Hades got a bad rap so to speak, I decided to do my best to finally give him a happily ever after. From that desire, Goddess of Legend was born.

BLURB: Cameryn Kane is a Private Investigator with a spirit problem. She can talk to spirits, solve any homicide and has no love life. When an unexpected death sends her world into a tailspin, Cameryn finds comfort in the arms of a talk, dark and handsome stranger, Hades, God of the Underworld.

When Hades promises to bring her loved one back from the dead if she allows him the chance to woo her for six months in the dark Underworld, Cameryn readily agrees. While fighting her growing feelings for Hades, Cameryn must deal with the return of his ex-wife, Persephone, who is determined to get her husband back.

Cameryn will soon experience love and betrayal while discovering powers she never knew she had. Along the way she will also learn that she is at the center of a prophecy that could cost her, her life, while contending with the emergence of a mother who will stop at nothing to see her destroyed.


“Good morning, beautiful,” he said lazily.

 “I think we should talk,” she said cutting right to the chase.

“Okay. I’m all ears.”

“What happened between us was extraordinary. You made me feel like I was special, and I will always treasure that.”

“But?” H asked prodding.

“I’m a mess right now. My sister was killed in an accident yesterday. That’s why I was at the bar last night. It’s also why I brought you home with me. I wanted to forget about my pain.”

“I can sense your heartache. I would never want to do anything to add to it.”

“You’re not. You’ve been so sweet. Any other guy would’ve probably run away as fast as he could if he woke up next to a hysterical female.”

“I’m not like most guys. What is it, Cameryn? Tell me.”

“I think it’s best if we don’t see each other again.”

“I see.”

“I’m not trying to hurt you. It’s just I have a lot to deal with right now, and I can’t devote myself to a relationship. I’m sorry.”

“What if I want a relationship with you?” he asked quietly.

“I can’t, H.”

“If you weren’t grieving for your sister would you consider giving us a chance?”

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly.

“You’d give anything to have your sister back, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would. Anything. But death is final,” Cameryn said climbing out bed and grabbing her robe.

“No, it isn’t. You can have your sister back.”

 “Are you out of your mind? Deena’s dead, and nothing can bring her back,” Cameryn said as tears started rolling down her face.

“I can.”

“You can’t. Nobody can. Just go … please.”

“Not until you listen to me,” he said getting out of bed and walking over to her.

            Cameryn tried to ignore his nakedness as he stood in front of her.

“I know this is going to be hard for you to believe, but I’m not really human. I’m Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, and I can give you back your sister,” he said softly touching her face.

            Cameryn laughed. A deep bellyaching laugh. He was out of his mind. Trust her to pick up a crazy one night stand. What a waste.

“Listen, H, or whoever the hell you are, I’m not sure if you bumped your head or something, but clearly you have some mental issues. I really think you should go now.”

“Cameryn, I can assure you that I’m in complete control of my mental faculties, and I’m more than willing to prove it you,” he said smiling.

“Go ahead. Knock yourself out,” Cameryn said now fully convinced her dream lover was certifiable.

            She crossed her arms and watched as he closed his eyes. He seemed to be concentrating hard. Cameryn couldn’t stop the gasp that came from her throat as she watched his naked body become magically swathed in black robes. She blinked rapidly, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. Nope. He was still standing in front of her wearing dark black robes. She started to shake when she saw a bright blue light surround him. When he opened his eyes and stared at her, she could see flames dancing in his eyes.

 “Okay. You’re a magician, but you’re going to have to do better than that,” Cameryn said brazenly refusing to believe what she was seeing.

“Very well,” he said in a voice that now boomed.

            Since when had his voice boomed? Cameryn screamed as he disappeared right before her eyes. When he reappeared in front of her a moment later, black clouds swirled around him. What had she gotten herself into?

“What are you?”

“I’m Hades, God of the Underworld.”

“You mean as in Greek god Hades? No. That stuff is only a bunch of myths.”

“And yet I stand before you now. You of all people should know that everything is not as it always appears, Cameryn.”

“What are you talking about?”

 “You can talk to the dead. You find their spirits that cry out for rest.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I know a lot about you,” he said staring at her intently.

“What do you want?”

 “A chance.”

“A chance for what?”

“To woo you. Come to the Underworld with me.”

“Huh?” Cameryn asked too dumbfounded to believe what she was hearing.

“Come to the Underworld with me. Give me six months to show you that I can love you the way that you deserve. I want to make you immortal and have you rule at my side as my wife and queen for all eternity.”

             He wanted her to be his wife! She had to be hallucinating. Maybe he’d drugged her last night when she wasn’t paying attention.

“If I agree to this, what happens at the end of six months?”

“Your sister will be returned to life, regardless of whether or not you decide to remain with me in the Underworld. It is my sincerest wish that during our time together you will come to love me as I already love you.”

“And if I stay with you, I’ll become immortal?”

“Yes. You will never grow old. You will never die. You will be eternally beautiful.”

“This is a lot to process. I don’t know what to say,” Cameryn said plopping down on her bed.

 “I don’t expect you to make a decision right now. I’m a patient man. Take as much time as you need,” he said starting to fade away.

“Wait. How do I reach you?”

“Just call for me, and I will come. Farewell, beloved,” he said caressing her face.

And then he was gone.


Goddess of Legend is available for purchase at: Evernight’s website, Amazon, AllRomance E Books and Bookstrand.


Guest Blog #newrelease - They're Not Like Us with @naomi_jay

Hi everyone! I have the wonderful Naomi on my blog today to chat a bit about her new release. Give her a welcome!


One of my pet peeves when it comes to paranormal beasties in fiction is the trope of making them just like us. Vampires are just people with special dietary requirements. Werewolves are just people with extra body hair. Where's the fun in that? I want my monsters to be monstrous – or at least, not human.


The werewolves in the Urban Wolf world work very hard to appear human, to fit in with human society and play nice with humanity. But they're not really human. And in BLOOD HUNT I wanted to explore that a little. I wanted to show that, although the wolves can take human shape, they're animals underneath, with primal instincts and priorities that might differ from human ones. So we learn that in some Packs, female wolves are forced to mate with whoever the Pack picks, to ensure the survival of the species. We learn that there are some things that terrify wolves, things humans don't even know exist.


And we learn that, when bodies appear and tensions rise, humans and wolves are quick to turn on each other. Because the humans know the wolves aren't really like them, that they hunt and kill in wolf-shape, so when the bodies start piling up, doesn't it make sense to blame the monsters?


One of the ongoing themes I want to look at in the Urban Wolf books is the divide between werewolves and humans, and how hard (or not) the Packs are willing to fight to keep their place in human society. I want to explore what brings the two species together and what could drive them apart. In BLOOD HUNT you'll see some hints of that – suspicion, unrest, and violence. You also learn exactly what can scare a werewolf. I hope you're ready for that :)


Blood Hunt


Ayla Hammond is taking on Paris.

Hoping for a romantic getaway in the City of Lights with her girlfriend, Shannon, she finds a city under the dark thrall of Le Monstre.

Getting caught up in mystery and murder was the last thing Ayla and Shannon expected to find in the City of Love, but as the body count grows and tension rises between Parisian werewolves and humans they find themselves stalked by an unknown terror.

What is Le Monstre and why does it make Ayla's wolf want to turn tail and run? Can it be stopped before they become its next victims?

Buy links for Blood Hunt:

Evernight Publishing

Naomi Clark


Naomi Clark lives in Cambridge and is a mild-mannered office worker by day, but a slightly crazed writer by night. She has a perfectly healthy obsession with giant sea creatures and a preference for vodka-based cocktails. When she's not writing, Naomi is probably either reading or watching 80s cartoon shows, and sometimes she manages to do all three at once.


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 Hello! I'm Bethany-Kris, a nearly twenty-four year old Canadian author, lover of much, and mother of two young sons. I enjoy just about anything that's bad for me, work far too much, and write whenever I get the time.
As a new author just making my move into the world of publishing, having a great publisher like Evernight as a supporter in my corner is invaluable. They've taken the time to set up safe/comfortable places for their authors to share opinions, offer help, or just take time to chat about anything they need to when it comes to their writing and promoting. This alone has my transition into their company easier than what it would have been should I have gone through a different publisher.
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My debut novella, A Mile High, was recently released by Evernight Publishing. With it being my first, I had many reservations and concerns about taking this step in my life. They've made it a comfortable one for me, one I don't regret.
Blurb: Olivia wants a vacation, that’s all, but when the airline screws up her plans for a getaway to the beautiful Barbados, instead putting her on a new path that intertwines with the handsome, funny, and charming Sal, she can’t say no to his offer of joining the mile high club. Their meeting is explosive, attraction intense, and when the flight ends, Olivia is unwilling to part ways but unable to voice her wants. Still, fate is at work with its own plan, and where it finishes just might not be where it ends up.
There’s nothing quite like sex at a mile high.
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