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Links: I haz ’em Alpha Squirrel Final Day :(

popcorn chipmunk1Last day of the tour, and the second last day for the 99 cent promotional price!

Don’t forget to check out these blogs and enter to win your very own Charlie. You don’t get to keep him long, though–Charlie’s getting a girlfriend in The Wall Nuts (well, if Nathan and Vince have any say in the matter), and then you’ll have to fight her for him.

Divine Magazine
Alpha Book Club
Open Skye Book Reviews
Bayou Book Junkie
Jessie G Books
Parker Williamson

Is it wrong that I have an urge to put that little chipmunk on a T-shirt and wear it around?

Alpha Squirrel Blog Tour: Day 4

fake book 2 copyToday’s posts are getting into the second of the two books I stole borrowed from the were community. Check out these blogs for parenting advice for the new were mommies and daddies.
BFD Book Blog
Dawn’s Reading Nook
V’s Reads
Boy Meets Boy Reviews

Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

Nutty Romances 2

Nathan's met Vince's family, but Vince hasn't met Nathan's, and Nathan would like to keep it that way. Holy smoked almonds, what else do you do when you know how completely nuts your relatives are?

Why, you ease your man into it, by introducing him to normal shifters. Assuming you can find any.

But with a gossipy werehummingbird spreading the news, and a pair of young red pandas wreaking havoc with their fainting goat friends, Nathan’s about ready to climb into a pine cone and pull it in after him.

Then the local playboy weremoose hears about Vince, and Nathan has to find his inner alpha or the consequences will be worse than moldy hazelnuts.

Alpha Squirrel Blog Tour Day 3

12583801_1673532822885388_1966367572_n Day three takes us to the following blogs, and their excerpts from the Shifting Times Bestselling Parenting book Your New Life as a New Adult:
Nephy Hart
Bonkers About Books
Open Skye Book Reviews
My Fiction Nook

You can go here to enter the Rafflecopter for your very own werehummingbird with a Napoleon complex, and to catch up on the rest of the tour.

In Tales from Real Life, putting the new flue in was great. It’s nice to be able to light the wood furnace without that nagging concern that this time will be the time I set the house on fire. But, with all the dust and insulation floating in the air, the lung monster has reared it’s ugly head and all I want to do is sleep, so there’s not much happening on the word front. I did make it 7.5 thousand words on Proud Flesh this weekend. You’re all going to hate me–I’m just warning you to take the sting out of it. And The Wall Nuts–the third story about Nathan–is sitting at about 5K. I should get it up in the progress bars, but I’m starting to get a bit embarrassed about how many there are. And there’s more I could throw up there too, but I’m trying to focus. (Hahahahaha!) I would like to get the little science fiction story finished, but the culture is giving me fits and I can’t find my story bible for it. It’s probably in a pile of papers somewhere. Maybe a nap this afternoon will loosen up enough energy to get some words down. 🙂

Alpha Squirrel is a Bestseller!

aRe 36 Less than a day after going on pre-order, Alpha Squirrel has hit All Romance Ebooks Bestseller list. Thank you to everyone who pre-ordered! You’ve really made my day. My beta readers tell me you won’t be disappointed; I’m a little too close to it still to have any opinion on the relative merits of the story. For those who thought the first one was short on world-building, though, this one makes up for it. 🙂

Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

Nutty Romances 2

Nathan's afraid to introduce Vince to other shifters. After all, who wouldn't want to steal good-enough-to-lick-all-over Vince? But Fate--and boyfriends--have a way of cracking all your best laid plans.

#RainbowSnippets: Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

RiseoftheAlphaSquirrelfinalAs we get closer to release date, my fingernails get shorter. I’ve been bouncing around the story trying to figure out a good 6 lines to use for Rainbow Snippets this week (check out all of them here!), but I’ve found one that sort of introduces a few new characters.

Now, there’s a bit of a story behind these characters. I’ll explain the goats next week, but the red pandas I’ll explain right now. Devon Hunter is an actor in porn films and sometime male escort, and he loves red pandas. Like, serious squeeing kind of love. It all started as people being silly, chatting on Twitter, but somewhere in there, the red panda family was born, and the twins, Devon and Hunter, ended up being named after Devon. (But, Devon is way better behaved than the twins. Not that the twins mean badly, they’re just young and determined and, well–twins). And that’s why the book is dedicated to Devon.

There’s a serious possibility of Devon and Hunter and their older brother Jake coming back in their own book, once I get Nathan and Vince mostly squared away.

The subtle rustling of the bushes created a haven of privacy for them. Nathan had just finished licking raspberry juice and salad dressing from Vince’s fingers when it occurred to him—there wasn’t actually any wind. He sat back and peered in the direction of the noise.

A small red, masked face poked through the leaves. A second one popped up, right beside it. Then, with a massive crash of snapping twigs, two little black and white goats leaped over the pandas and into the campsite.

“Protect the burgers,” Nathan cried and ran to intercept the four-legged torpedoes barreling around the picnic table.

#RainbowSnippets: Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

Male Ruby-throated Hummingbird (archilochus colubris) in flight with a yellow flower and a colorful background

Male Ruby-throated Hummingbird (archilochus colubris) in flight with a yellow flower and a colorful background

Alpha Squirrel went to beta readers yesterday–late, yes. Health issues and input from my usual “must add 2000 words at the last minute” brain. But it’s gone and now I get to chew my nails and attempt to distract myself with another work in progress and pre-formatting on the manuscript. Yes, I’m also totally doing stuff out of order, which may come back to bite me. Blame my stupid immune system–I do. 😀

In keeping with the hummingbird theme, I thought I’d give you a slightly better intro to Charlie. He’s not in the scene yet, but Nathan is trying to prepare Vince for his first encounter with a were other than Nathan.

“A hummingbird?” Vince’s expression was incredulous. “You’re kidding me.”

“What? You can believe in a squirrel shifter, but not a hummingbird?” There was movement in the trees, a flash of pale skin, getting closer.

“Listen, he’s got a bit of a Napoleon complex—all hummingbirds do. Don’t make fun of him being a bit on the small side, it just gets him all worked up and then he’s impossible to live with.”

“A hummingbird with a temper.”

Assuming everything goes to plan, Alpha Squirrel should go on pre-order on February 15, and be available for sale on February 25. Keep an eye open for the blog tour, as well. We’re posting excerpts from a couple of books written by a team of weres with doctorates (And yes, they’re exactly as wordy and pretentious as you expect.), who have produced a series of self-help books to help weres integrate into human society.

Check out the rest of our Snippets–there’s some really great ones that will make you need a second TBR pile!

Tuesday Tickle: Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

Still muddling along, struggling to make the words come out. Spent most of the last couple of days dealing with weather related emergencies–the top of my head is now higher than the barn when I get up on the drift between the house and the paddock. (It’s a heck of a snow slide, though! Wheeeee!)

Thought I’d throw this little bit out there, introduce you to Charlie, the werehummingbird. (Hey, it’s not as weird as a werecockroach.)

Nathan moved the coffee cups to one end of the table and sat. “Pull the shorts up, Charlie, for the love of walnuts, and sit down. And don’t get any bright ideas about my coffee.”

“Tasted funny anyway. Not enough sugar.” Charlie pulled the shorts up and awkwardly straddled the seat. “That yours?” He jerked his chin in the direction of the tent.

“Yes, he is. No bright ideas about him, either.”

“No wonder you were trying to give me the slip at the store.”

“Then why didn’t you take the hint, birdbrain?”

“Don’t call me that! And if you were being that closed-mouthed, I figured it had to be something pretty good.” Charlie propped his head on his hand with a satisfied grin. “It totally is. He’s hot. He got a brother? I don’t mind a little inter-species dating.”

Tuesday Tickle: Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

OMG, I nearly forgot! Darn this dayjob, sucking up all my time and brain power! But here it is, the moment when my cuddly, adorable, food-obsessed weresquirrel lets out the warrior squirrel within.

“You think you can take me, rodent?”

Rodent! Why, that swamp-wading, mulch eating, four-legged shag rug! How dare he say something so rude? Sure, Nathan and his cousins had been known to use the word on each other, purely joking, but it was a totally different thing when someone who wasn’t a weresquirrel used it. If he hadn’t already been planning to take Jude on over Vince, this would have pushed him over the edge.

Nathan grinned, a fierce grin, worthy of a meat-eater. “Don’t worry, Jude, I promise not to hurt you. Much.” He shushed Vince, who was trying to stop him, but Jude wasn’t a predator, just a cranky old moose with bad manners. And a cornered squirrel was a deadly squirrel.

Tuesday Guest Tickle: Claimed By Love by Skye Jones

Okay, so this one isn’t strictly MM, but Skye’s in my crit group and her characters are really well drawn.

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Genre: Paranormal menage

Liquid Silver Books

What’s it about?
Kayley Edwards has spent the last four years closing herself off after a vicious attack by her lover left her scarred and terrified. After fleeing her native Alaska, she ran the length of the country and began a new life in Miami far from her family and friends.

When her cousin and his friends decide to vacation nearby, he invites her to join them, saying he has important news. Determined not to let fear rule her life, Kayley agrees to meet with them, only to have her world turned upside down. His friends include the two gorgeous men who’ve haunted her dreams for months, kindling her desire, and challenging her to take a chance on love.

Pack alpha, Luke Johnson, has sensed Kayley in his visions for years. He and his mate, Sean Wallace, know she is meant to be theirs. But how will she react when she finds out the world they inhabit is one she never dreamed existed? As passions collide, Sean finds himself acting as a bridge between his strong willed alpha and a skittish Kayley. But can they break through Kayley’s defenses and convince her to join their family?

Just as it seems the three may have a future together, a ghost from Sean’s past strikes at the heart of their happiness. They must fight for everything they hold dear to win their chance at love.

A Sneak Peek…

Chapter One. Part one.

It might not be Carnegie Hall but the acoustics still rocked. Kayley sang with gusto as her voice resonated off the bathroom walls, the thunder of the shower spray providing a dramatic backdrop. Soap ran in rivulets over her newest tattoo, playing hide and seek with the ink. Falling silent, she admired the twist of roses climbing her wrist in delicate strands. From afar it looked like an old-fashioned gothic bracelet, but up close you could make out the individual stems and tiny, deep red roses. It matched her style, and in the past it would have matched her dark mood. These days her emotions tended to be a little brighter, a little less despairing. Thanks to copious therapy and years of medication.

As she peered at the tattoo, the memory of her dream from the night before snuck up on her again, firing up synapses and sending flashes of arousal skittering through her. The sensation of getting turned on was still so new it caught her off guard.

Four years on antidepressants may have saved her life, but they’d done a number on her libido. Since finally being able to stop the medication two months ago, her sex drive had kicked in again. Night after torturous night, disturbingly vivid, erotic dreams tormented her. They always featured the same two men and they always left her wide-awake, aroused as hell, but unable to come. Not even when using the new, state of the art, vibrator she’d ordered online.

As hot water beat down on the back of her neck, she leaned her forehead against the cool tiles and let last night’s dream wash over her again. The image of the two men burned bright behind her closed lids, both tall, both handsome, one blond and one dark. They’d taken one another in a fevered sixty-nine while she watched, aching with desire. She never got to touch, to taste, only to watch. As with all other encounters with her dream men, she remained a perpetual voyeur, always on the edge. It scared her. It elated her. Why the same men? Over and over and over again.

Tentatively, she trailed a hand down her stomach, ignoring the jagged scar that began there, until she found her already slick folds. A moment’s hesitation gave way to pure need as, with a breathy sigh, she slipped a finger inside and let her thumb trail over her sensitive clit. A shiver tore through her, despite the steamy warmth of the shower room.

All she yearned for was a moment of pure release, the sweet oblivion as she flew and soared, riding a wave of bliss, her worries and cares forgotten. Yet again it eluded her, stretching her aching need to almost unbearable levels.

The water ran cold as with a soft moan she pulled her hand free and tried to ignore the tears stinging her eyes. Perhaps she wanted it too much? Put too much pressure on herself and should back off?

Kayley stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, frustration and nerves making her movements brisk. In a few hours, her cousin would be expecting her for the weekend. It would be the first time she’d seen any of her family in four years, and the excitement couldn’t quite calm her growing anxiety at the thought of why Will would visit out of the blue.

She’d missed a couple of calls from him the day before, only to find his cell off when trying to call back. She’d checked her e-mails in the evening and seen a brief message from Will telling her he was coming to visit. He wrote that they needed to talk. He’d be renting a place with some friends up the coast. Talk about mysterious!
With a sigh, she stepped out of the steamy bathroom and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

The morning sun streamed in through the window as she dressed, the bright rays bouncing off her latest series of paintings, currently adorning her walls but soon to be put up for sale. Distracted from her worries, she looked them over with an ever-critical eye. Kayley’s work mostly consisted of landscapes of her native Alaska and many of the pieces featured wolves, a creature she’d been fascinated with since childhood. One of the paintings snagged her attention. It featured a lone, silver wolf bathed in moonlight, its startling blue eyes reaching out from the canvas. For some reason, she came back to the drawing over and over again.

“Looking good.” Her roommate’s voice startled her. Adam lounged against her bedroom door, watching her. Kayley gave him a smile as she sat at her dresser and twisted her neck side to side, working out the kinks.

Adam used to pass by her apartment and would often stop to talk as she painted on the stoop. Despite her past, Kayley felt safe with Adam from day one. She’d learned he worked as a tattoo artist and counted himself a major art freak, too. They’d gradually become solid friends. She’d ended up working with him, and eventually they’d moved in together, sharing the rent.

“Looking good, feeling worried.” She tried to smile, her muscles tight. “I’ve been a nervous wreck since Will’s e-mail. It’s pretty weird. I mean, he says he wants to talk but then why bring that bunch of roughnecks he works with?”

“Sweetheart,” Adam laughed, “you don’t know they’re roughnecks.” He made quotation marks with his fingers. “You’ve never met them.”

“A bunch of bounty hunters? I imagine they are kind of rough, but the point is, why bring them? What if it’s to do with Dane?”

Her throat closed, making it hard to breathe. Kayley’s biggest fear had always been her ex-boyfriend, Dane, finding her, coming after her, finishing the job he’d started four years ago when he’d almost killed her.

“I think it’s going to be good news, whatever it is. If you were in any sort of danger, Will would have told you straight out in his e-mail.”

“I still don’t get why he brought his colleagues if he wants to have a serious talk with me?” Kayley knew her voice grew petulant, but her anxiety at meeting Will’s friends wouldn’t abate. Since the attack, she didn’t do well with strangers and the idea of spending a weekend with people who hunted down criminals for a living scared the crap out of her.

Adam came to stand by her and placed warm hands on her shoulders. “Babe, what’s to fear? They are his friends. If Will likes them, they’ll be cool. They might be hot, too. Hot, sexy bounty hunters! I’m jealous, wish I’d gotten an invite.”

“They could be as hot as the surface of the sun and it wouldn’t do me any good. Bits don’t work properly, remember?” Anxiety made her bitchy.

“Ah, that’ll work itself out. You’ll be fine, trust me. Antidepressants are known to affect your libido. My friend Johnny couldn’t come for the whole two years he was on Prozac. Straight up. Now he’s fucking like a bunny rabbit. Rampant!”

“Wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the damned dreams night after night.”
“Dreams?” Adam let go of her shoulders and moved to sit on her bed, long legs crossed under him, his dark brows raised.

Kayley sighed. She might as well spill. He wouldn’t give up now she’d blurted it out. “I’ve been having really intense dreams since I came off the meds. They started when I tapered the dose but unlike all the other side effects of coming off they’ve gotten worse since I stopped completely.” She bit her lip and looked down at the floor. So far she’d kept her nocturnal visitors to herself. With a deep breath, she spilled her guts.

“Every night I dream about two men having sex. It’s odd because it’s always the same two guys. One’s blond and one’s dark, a walking cliché right? Last night they gave one another blowjobs.”

“And you’re complaining because?” Adam asked with a smirk. “I’d pay good money to have night time adventures where gorgeous men entertain me.”

“It’s like torture, Adam. I wake up all sexed up from these incredible dreams with these two…sex gods, putting on the show of a lifetime and…nothing, nada. I still can’t come and yes, I’ve watched one of your porn films, and yes, I bought a vibrator. Nothing works. Plus, dreaming about the same men every night creeps me out.”

She didn’t add how she worried her inability to orgasm was about far more than medication withdrawal. Deep down, Kayley feared men now, saw them as dangerous, her few male friends and relatives the rare exception. She’d not been remotely interested in a relationship for the last four years and couldn’t see things changing anytime soon. She also viewed her own body as flawed, her scars a reminder of the battle to survive. Sensuality was hard to come by in those circumstances.

“Give it time, gorgeous.” Adam shot her a blinding grin. “You’ve not been off the antidepressants very long and your body needs some time to get back to normal. It’ll come back, trust me on this. God wouldn’t have given you such a hot bod if he didn’t intend for you to get some joy from it.” He paused then and pursed his lips. “Your dream always featuring the same two men though…that is a tad strange, maybe—”

The buzz of her cell jolted Kayley out of the conversation, and she pulled it free of her purse with a frown. Will’s picture lit up the screen. With trembling fingers, she pressed send and picked up the call.

“Has he found me?” She didn’t bother with the pleasantries.

“What? No.” Her cousin’s familiar voice rang out loudly, and she knew Adam would be able to hear. “I’ve got news. Huge news. It’s why I’m here, why I asked you to come over tonight. I thought you deserved to be told in person, but you’re in no danger. Don’t you think I’d have told you straight away if you were?” His words echoed Adam’s from moments ago, and guilt at not trusting her cousin flared in her gut.

“God, I can’t wait to see you, Kiki.” Will’s use of the familiar childhood name soothed her jangled nerves. “This place is incredible. I put the second best room aside for you. Sean nabbed the best for him and Luke, and you can’t argue with the bosses.”

“Sorry?” She thought she’d misheard. She’d read from Will’s e-mails that Luke was the guy in charge, and Sean a member of the team, along with Will and two others, Julie and Taylor.

“Sean and Luke are a couple, and Sean grabbed the best room before I could put dibs on it for you,” he chuckled. “Listen, I know you’re nervous about meeting everybody but you’ll love them, I swear. Julie can’t wait to meet you. She says it will be lovely to have some female company for a change and you’ll like Sean, he’s so laid back and easy going.”

Her nerves relaxed another notch at the warmth in Will’s voice as he spoke of his friends.

“Bring some beach clothes, we’ve got a pool, and a Jacuzzi, and the beach is at the end of the garden, but…if you’re really not comfortable coming over here, I’ll come to you. I can be there in a couple of hours.”

“No.” Her mind made up, she stood, pushing the stool away from the dresser. “I’ll come to you. I’ve packed a weekend bag and if I do find myself getting anxious, I can always go to my room, right? Have some breathing space?”

“Of course you can.” Will understood her anxiety and its source all too well.
“I’ll be there in a couple of hours. I really can’t wait to see you.” She ended the call and looked over to Adam, her hands slick on the phone as she dropped it back onto the dresser.

“Finish gussying yourself up and get over there.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he stood. “I’ll make you a cuppa while you finish your makeup.”

She smiled at his use of the Britishism. Her father had been English and she’d used certain British turns of phrase all her life, despite losing him at the age of twelve, and now Adam had picked them up, too.

“Or I could just pour you a shot of vodka?” he added.

“God, no. Tea will be fine. If I start drinking now, I won’t want to stop.”
He gave a mock salute and sauntered out of the room.

Stomach churning with equal measures of nerves and excitement, Kayley turned to her mirror to finish getting ready.

Who is this Skye Jones person, anyway?

Skye Jones is an erotic romance author who loves a tortured hero. Her first story was about a talking hobby horse, but now she’s moved on and likes to write about that moment when lust and love meet head on.

twitter: @skyejromance
Her blog

Conversations With My Editor

Me: I was considering slipping by the humane society, since the kid wants a rabbit. I’m not sure I want a rabbit, but she’s been asking for a while now. Of course, she also wants a dog. (I might as well build an Ark)

Editor: Er, a rabbit might be slightly less trouble. And quieter

Me:With my luck, she’ll still want the dog next year too.

Editor: Compromise: a rabbit that barks.

Me: I don’t agree with GMO’s 😛

Editor: Picky. *sigh* Wererabbit? Waaaaaaait, OMG — your weres are ALL GMOs! I mean, technically speaking. This amuses me far too much.


Editor: I can so see a certain witch flinging a snipe about GMOs.

Me: Oh, crap. That’s all I need, Glyn getting on an anti-GMO kick.

Me: Jeepers, I just realized that the post-apocalyptic military gryphon shifter story is a GMO story. *bangs head on desk*

Editor: You’re welcome.

Addendum: We went to the humane society. We looked at the dogs. And the cats. And the bunnies. And the funny thing was that I was the one who wanted to take home both a bunny and a cat.