Monday, June 29, 2009

Falling In Love With a Hero




While I wrote my paranormal erotic romance DESERT WILD I imagined my hero, Sonny Wild Horse Hendricks of the Tohono O’odham Nation, and watched my heroine fall in love. My hero was strong and well-built, with a sinewy, muscular body. He was handsome, with a firm, full mouth and serious dark eyes. His long, shiny black hair hung straight down his back and his clear, smooth skin was rich as burnished copper. His passions were his photographic art, The Sonoran Desert, and Caitlyn Spencer of Santa Barbara. How he would reconcile these often conflicting desires is at the heart of DESERT WILD.

Once I had Sonny’s image clear in my mind, I began searching the Internet for pictures of Native American men who resembled my fantasy hero. Periodically over several months I scrolled through hundreds of photographs, both vintage and new, but couldn’t duplicate the character in my imagination.

That changed when I found portraits of Native American actor and model Rick Mora and saw the eyes of my fictional hero, Sonny Wild Horse Hendricks, staring back at me.

Here are photographs of the character inspiration for DESERT WILD, used with the kind permission of rising star Rick Mora, of the Twilight movie cast. Rick played the part of a wolf shapeshifter in the film. Read more about Rick and his upcoming films on his website. If you’re a fan or a friend, be sure to leave a note in the comments section. We’d love to hear from you.
































I think Rick’s image is the perfect reflection of Sonny Wild Horse Hendricks, don’t you agree?


*****

DESERT WILD by Adele Dubois

Summary:

Sonny Wild Horse of the Tohono O’odham Nation is a danger to a woman’s heart. Though he lusts after Caitlyn Spencer, his desire to live inside two conflicting worlds—the Sonoran Desert of his youth and the California coast where his future as a photographer is assured—tears the lovers apart.

When Sonny disappears inside America’s most hostile desert, Caitlyn borrows a unique Thunderbird convertible and embarks on a desperate search. The car is equipped with a powerful but endearingly kinky GPS navigator that grants wishes. Though not exactly a genie, “Guy’s” system locates whatever his driver needs most.

And Caitlyn needs to connect erotically with Sonny. Again and again. If only she can find him in time.


©Ellora’s Cave Publishing, 2009

Excerpt:

He looked up at the celestial sky. “The June moon is called Strawberry Moon or Rose Moon in modern culture. It’s also the moon of love. Honey Moon.” He wrapped his arm around Caitlyn’s waist and drew her to him. The rise and fall of her breathing and the closeness of her body filled him with peace. “In the desert, the sweet red meat of the Saguaro fruit ripens in June. The Tohono O’odham say, ‘Ha:saƱ Bak’, which means, ‘The Saguaro is ready.’” We celebrate the desert flowers and the bahidaj, our desert fruit.”

He turned Cait in his arms to kiss her and tell her the truth he had waited too long to say. “I won’t leave you again, I promise.” Caitlyn smiled up at him and he saw devotion in her eyes. He stroked her cheekbone and cupped the side of her face. “There has never been a better woman for me than you. I love you, my dove.”

At his words, she hugged him closer and buried her face against his shoulder.


*****
Adele Dubois is a former journalist who writes erotic romance for Ellora’s Cave publishing that receives consistent outstanding reviews. Titles include DESERT WILD, DESERT FEVER, INTIMATE ART and DREAM TRAVELER. Look for additional titles in 2009 and 2010.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Competition!

To win a spectacular goodie bag containing a cuddly toy, toiletries, candy and other loveliness, enter my contest: http://tinyurl.com/lb7lgq

Good luck!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

New Release & a Sexy Free read!

Hello lovelies!


This has been an exciting week for me! Pink Petal Books released my short, steamy free read, Magic at Midnight, on Saturday, and today my contemporay novella, Between the Lines, is available to buy!





When Ginny Dawson is dumped on the last night of the year, she refuses to let the night end in tears. Instead, she makes an impromptu stop at a Manhattan bar and meets Ryan, who makes her night very memorable....

To download (free): http://www.pinkpetalbooks.com/index.php?/Jasmine-Aherne/Magic-at-Midnight-by-Jasmine-Aherne.html












Scarred writer Aaron travels all the time to avoid heartache and heartbreak - he's had enough of that already. But when he meets Tory Langston, a lawyer in New York, he thinks he might inally have found a place to call home...

Sunday, June 21, 2009

'CHILDREN OF THE MIST'

For those who don't know me, I'm a British author published with The Wild Rose Press, I write under my first two names 'Hywela Lyn' although I've always been called just 'Lyn'. 'Hywela ' is Welsh, and although I now live in England most of my life has been spent in Wales, and its beautiful countryside inspired much of my writing. T his is my first post on 'The Pen and Muse', and I hope you'll excuse me writing about my latest book, but I'm rather excited about it.

Friday, 19th June, saw the official release of the sequel to my debut novel 'Starquest', by The Wild Rose Press. I have to tell you I loved writing 'Starquest' it was 'the book of my heart' as they say - but I really enjoyed writing 'Children Of The Mist' too, and the characters had a few surprises for me, which were fun to discover along the way.

Here's the blurb to 'Children Of The Mist' and a short excerpt:


Two minds united against a common foe. Two hearts afraid to show their love: Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own. Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late? Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?

EXCERPT:


Tamarith stopped and gazed for a moment across the water. The G-type sun, now fully risen, caused the lake to shimmer like a veil of golden silk, with scarcely a ripple disturbing its calm. The pastel-colored walls of the graceful buildings on the shore reflected the glow of both suns. In the distance, the mountains encircling the settlement reached high into the cerulean sky. The swirling mist that hid their summits was as much a part of Niflheim as the earth upon which she and Vidarh stood.She sensed his mind discreetly touch hers and realized he was staring at her keenly. She turned back to face him, returning his questioning glance and studying him in turn. Taller than average, and broad-shouldered, today he wore a sleeveless, belted leather shirt over thick breeches, with long, icecat-wool lined boots. His upper arms were well muscled, his skin tanned as if he were used to working outdoors. His curly, dark auburn hair, kept away from his face with a plain leather band, reached almost to his shoulders.It caught the sun’s rays and gleamed like the polished dark red wood of the trees that flanked the feet of the mountains.She took in his clear, hazel eyes, with their friendly twinkle, the long, straight nose, strong jaw line and smiling mouth. He would have been fighting off the local unattached young women if the situation they found themselves in were not so serious. Not that she was particularly interested in his looks, or those of any other man, for that matter. No, something else about Vidarh of Ragnak excited her curiosity.

You can see my new trailer for Children Of The Mist at Blazing Trailers and there is more information about me and my books on my website: www.hywelalyn.co.uk

Friday, June 19, 2009

DESERT WILD and The Queen

DESERT WILD has the richest setting of any book I’ve written to date. Set in both Santa Barbara, California, and The Sonoran Desert in Arizona, I learned after months of research that the rare species of plants and animals found in America’s most hostile desert are also some of the most unusual and beautiful in the world. Living among deadly snakes, mountain lions, and bobcats are exquisite bouquets of Desert Lavender, butter yellow wildflowers called Paper Daisies, delicate Rock Flowers that peek from mountain crevices, and countless varieties of blooming cacti. Even the symbol of The Sonoran Desert, The Saguaro Cactus, ripens with blood red fruit that is crushed into ceremonial wine by the desert’s indigenous people.

The rarest, most exotic flower of all, The Queen of the Night, became a symbol of love inside my stand-alone desert books DESERT FEVER and its sequel DESERT WILD. The queen blooms only one night each year and her flowers die at the first light of dawn. Only the stars enjoy her beauty at midnight and the desert air breathes her intoxicating scent. The flowers remind me of lovers who reveal themselves under cover of night.

To navigate the hostile American desert and keep my hero and heroine safe from predators while seeking the mysterious Queen of the Night, DESERT WILD needed a guide. The heroine’s GPS system, dubbed “Guy,” is a powerful but endearingly kinky navigator who grants wishes. Though not exactly a genie, his satellite receiver locates whatever his driver needs most. “Guy” brings a touch of magic to the desert, where beauty and danger live in delicate coexistence.

If you had a GPS navigator like Guy who could locate whatever you needed most, what would you wish for?

Here’s a short summary of my new release and an excerpt.

*****

DESERT WILD by Adele Dubois


Summary:

Sonny Wild Horse of the Tohono O’odham Nation is a danger to a woman’s heart. Though he lusts after Caitlyn Spencer, his desire to live inside two conflicting worlds—the Sonoran Desert of his youth and the California coast where his future as a photographer is assured—tears the lovers apart.
When Sonny disappears inside America’s most hostile desert, Caitlyn borrows a unique Thunderbird convertible and embarks on a desperate search. The car is equipped with a powerful but endearingly kinky GPS navigator that grants wishes. Though not exactly a genie, “Guy’s” system locates whatever his driver needs most.
And Caitlyn needs to connect erotically with Sonny. Again and again. If only she can find him in time.


*****
DESERT WILD by Adele Dubois

©Ellora’s Cave Publishing, 2009

Excerpt:

“Don’t go,” she murmured, standing on tiptoes to nuzzle the side of his neck with her nose. He smelled of raw feral sex, damp sweat and crushed linen, and the primal scents sent shivers along her skin. She inhaled him deeply, pressed the small points of her nipples against his flesh and then opened her mouth to taste him as she laid kisses against his throat. Her tongue lapped the steady rhythm of his pulse and then dragged along his collarbone, drinking him in. Her mouth found the hard muscles of his hairless chest and moved down to lick and suck the dark circles of his areola in turn. His nipples hardened inside her mouth and the pungent tastes of salt and musk wet the back of her throat. “Be with me,” she whispered against his breastbone.

“Ah,” he breathed, closing his eyes as she loved his body with her lips and tongue and stroked the silken skin on his hips with her fingertips. “I am here.” His fingers closed on the crown of her head and entwined in the layers of her hair as she dropped to her knees to bury her face against his abdomen. “Don’t you know you’re the only reason I come back?”


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Adele Dubois is a former journalist who writes erotic romance that receives consistent outstanding reviews. Titles include DESERT WILD, DESERT FEVER, INTIMATE ART and DREAM TRAVELER. Look for additional titles in 2009 and 2010. Please visit Adele on her website at http://www.adeledubois.com/

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Classic Romance Revival Blog Carnival

June 13 is the official end of the CRR Blog Carnival, with all comments being submitted to the organizers. If you have visited and commented on each blog on the CRR site and your comment is selected as one of the most memorable, you will automatically be entered into a drawing to be done (out of a hat!) on the evening of June 15! So stay tuned and check back in; you may be a winner.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Places of the Heart

Some have asked how important setting is to my books. Well, only as important as the characters, the dialogue or maybe the HEA. It’s just a small consideration ranking up there slightly behind my ability to put my backside in a chair and start typing.
For twenty-five years, consumed with the needs of a husband and five children, putting that backside in the chair was well-nigh impossible! I ran myself down to a (gasp) size eight working full time, caring for said husband and kids, my parents, his mother and two horses as well as other assorted pets. And if you knew me you’d know that ever wearing a size eight was nothing short of a miracle. If I got to pen four lines of a sonnet in the middle of the night while waiting for barfing kid number two to exit the bathroom in time for child number three to hurl, I considered myself blessed. They only got sick in tandem, only got well in time for the next round to start, and when they were all healthy at one time (oh, thank you, God!) I was in the car. We had vacations in Cape May and on the Chesapeake Bay; for some reason, the entire family was drawn to water. But I was too busy brushing sand out of pants, including my own, to pay a lot of attention to scenery. When I finally got home, ready to kiss the ground because it didn’t move, I had a vague memory of views I had enjoyed at the time. But memory sped away like something seen from a train window, disappearing into the onrush of daily life.
Then—so suddenly, it seemed—everything changed. The nest began to empty. My parents and mother-in-law were gone. And then—also so swiftly yet with such agonizing slowness—my husband was gone, too, taken well before his time by leukemia.
There was only one thing to do. As soon as the dust had settled, I left for Ireland. A portion of my genes come from the Emerald Isle and for some reason I was convinced I would find peace there.
At first glimpse from the plane window, the famed Emerald Isle was brown. Murky brown, visible through streamers of cloud and mist. I could see the fabled stone walls, the little patchwork of fields and occasional farmhouses, the winding silver of waters. But where was the green? The plane descended, the fog cleared, the sun came out. BAM!!! There it was. An eyeball-hurting color unlike anything seen anywhere else. The green, green grass of home. My Scottish-by-descent grandmother’s family had been relocated, wending their way through both halves of Ireland and intermarrying with natives along the way. I had been close to Nana and there was no doubt in my mind, heart or soul-- I had come back to the place of my beginning.
I spent the next three years where I knew I needed to be, punctuated by trips back to the States to attend to business and renew my tourist status. I didn’t work while I was in Ireland; I wrote. In hotel rooms and B&B’s, sheep pastures, Norman watch towers, on the shores of the Lakes of Killarney and amid the ruins of the Rock of Cashel, I wrote all those words I never had time to write. They poured out of me like never-ending streams of water running straight down the wild hills of Connemara. I wrote of the Burren, where slag heaps of rock lay piled like playthings of the gods. And the Dingle Peninsula, where painter’s light could make a fortune for the people if only they knew it. But they are happy with their life where everything is rock and sky and white sand beaches stretching away like fingers pointing to America where so many went because they have nothing in Dingle but fish. Hard to feed a family that way.
Eventually I came back to my family, of course, not healed but at least more whole. And the wonders of the books that Ireland wrenched out of me never cease to amaze me. I know with sure and certain instinct that they are the best I will ever write. Not the most technically perfect, perhaps. My craft will improve. But my soul is in those books and in the land where clouds follow you, scudding so low that you move in their shadow on sunny days, like a soft hand holding your heart.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Fang-tastic Books: A Review of Love Fang by Susan Blexrud

Fang-tastic Books: A Review of Love Fang by Susan Blexrud

Just had to post my best review EVER! And in that vein, I've been thinking about vampire anatomy. Do vampires have a circulatory system? Many popular vampire writers insist their undead hotties have no hearts, but how can that be? For creatures who subsist on blood, seems like it would have to go somewhere. At the risk of getting clinical, I'll be blogging more about this soon. What do you think?