Delevan on pre-order+ excerpt

Extasy Books just created the pre-order feature, so you can pre-order Delevan 🙂 http://www.extasybooks.com/add-prebuys-now/develan/

Delevan will be out on May 1st.

I think almost everyone will be happy to know Nysys kinda got out of hand in this book. There’s a lot of talk about dildos and life-sized sex dolls…

It’s possible to find love even in a time of war.

 Delevan has seen almost everyone in the pride find their mate and live happily ever after, and he’s tired of waiting for his turn. He might be happier than he’s ever been before, but he’s still missing something, and he wants to find it.

The last thing Blair expected when he moved to Whitedell to train was to meet his mate, and he certainly didn’t expect to be paired to Alpha Dominic Nash’s son. Not only is Blair a bit intimidated by Alpha Nash, but he’s also committed an unpardonable faux pas—before meeting Delevan, he slept with Benjamin, one of the few single pride members.

Before Delevan and Blair manage to dissipate the tension between them, the mole finally reveals himself and puts Delevan’s life in danger. Delevan survives, but how will what happened to him, and the mole’s identity, influence his relationship with Blair? Will Delevan finally find the piece he’s been missing, or will he lose everything to the hunters?

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The tension was broken, but it didn’t mean everyone around the table was happy. Blair certainly didn’t look like he was, and doubts already filled Delevan’s mind. Why did Blair look like he wanted to run? Was it only because of who Delevan’s father was?

Blair had seemed enthusiastic when they’d kissed, but that didn’t have to mean something. Maybe he just liked kissing. What Delevan needed was to talk to Blair, but he couldn’t exactly do that right that moent. He’d have to wait until everyone left the kitchen.

Of course, Nysys decided to take roots there.

Delevan’s dad had paused next to him before going back to his office and had told him they’d talk later that evening. Delevan had hoped he’d have time to talk to Blair as they cleaned up the kitchen, but Nysys and Ani had decided to stay, and now the four of them were putting away bottles of water and soda and loading the dishwasher. The only one talking was Nysys, and Delevan made an effort to focus on what he was saying, only to regret it as soon as he did.

“And I swear it’s in the shape of the Eiffel tower. I mean, how does that even work? Which part of it do you put in?”

Delevan and Ani looked at each other. Delevan leaned toward his dad’s mate. “What’s he talking about?”

“Oh, I’m not about to tell you. If you want to know, ask him.”

“I’m afraid to.”

Ani laughed. “And you should be.”

Nysys was still talking, unaware—or more probably, uncaring—of Ani and Delevan’s conversation. Blair was silently washing the pot Delevan had used for the sauce, and he looked lost in his thoughts. Delevan decided to give him a while to get used to it. It wasn’t like they could talk about anything in front of Nysys anyway, not if they wanted to keep it private and didn’t want advice on it.

“I don’t know, I think I like the golden one better,” Nysys said. “But the pink would go well with my hair.”

Delevan bundled up the last of the dirty napkins and took the leap. “What are you talking about?”

Nysys furrowed his brow. “Still about the dildos. Why? Did you miss something?”

Delevan opened his mouth. He closed it again, unsure of what he could say. “Dildos? I’m pretty sure you were talking about the Eiffel tower.”

Nysys brought the last plate to Ani, who took it from him. “Well, yeah. That was kind of the point. What color do you think I should get it?”

“Wait. How can dildos and the Eiffel tower go together?” And did Delevan really want to know that?

Nysys rolled his eyes. “You weren’t listening to me.”

“Err, maybe I had other stuff on my mind.”

Both he and Nysys looked at Blair, who was still scrubbing the pot, like he’d been for the past ten minutes.

“Do you think he’ll eventually dig a hole in it?” Nysys asked. “Maybe we should take the poor pot away from him.”

“Nah, let him scrub,” Ani intervened. “We can get the pot when we’re done putting everything away and you’ve explained about the dildos and the Eiffel tower.”

Nysys’ eyes sparkled. “Oh, you’ll want to hear this.” He frowned. “Again. Well, obviously no one was listening to me. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut and my secrets secret.”

Delevan snorted. “As if you’re able to do that.”

“I am!” Nysys pressed his lips together and Delevan started counting in his mind. He’d gotten to ten when Nysys abruptly exhaled. “Yeah, okay, maybe I’m not. So? Morin doesn’t seem to mind my mouth.” He winked, and Delevan decided he wasn’t going to ask. He already had too many unwanted images of Nysys in his mind as it was.

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#releaseday Elliott

Elliott, book eleven in the Gillham Pack Series, is out tomorrow on http://www.extasybooks.com/Elliott/

For those who wonder, Mihaja is a fossa shifter. It’s a pretty cat-like creature that lives in Madagascar 🙂

You can’t rush healing, no matter how much you want to.

 Elliott has been through hell—not only was he sold to the Glass Research Company, but the Company then sold him to a man who wanted a sex slave. Elliott was freed, but now, more than a year later, he’s still fighting with the memories. He spends most of his time hiding in his parents’ house and texting the few friends he has, until he decides his life needs to change. The first step? Moving in with Mal, one of his best friends.

Craig freed Mihaja from the lab. Mihaja went back home to Madagascar, but being there isn’t for him anymore. What he went through changed him, and he goes back to the only home away from home he knows—Gillham. There he meets his mate, Elliott, who tells Mihaja what happened to him even before they realize what they are to each other.

Mihaja knows Elliott will need time and care to heal, and he doesn’t mind being the one giving it to him. He, Elliott, and Mal move in the house Mihaja was supposed to move into alone, and Elliott starts to heal, but he is his own enemy. Elliott wants too much too fast. What will happen when he pushes too hard?

 

 

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Elliott ignored the way his mother was hovering by his room door and kept his eyes on his book. Maybe she’d think he really was reading rather than trying to make her think so.

She knew him too well, though. “Elliott…”

Elliott sighed and put his book on his lap. “Yes, Mom?”

She looked at the open window, then back at him. “Why don’t you go outside for a bit? It would do you good, instead of always being in your room.”

Gosh, how Elliott wished he had his own house in moments like these. He knew his mom meant well, and she’d probably had enough of him moping for the rest of her life, but it didn’t change what he felt. “I’m fine here.”

She took Elliott’s answer as a come in. How, he didn’t know, but she walked to his bed and sat on it, careful not to touch him. Elliott was grateful for that, because he never knew how he’d react when someone touched him. He usually was fine with family and close friends, but he couldn’t be sure. “I know you think you’re fine, but are you really?” she asked.

“Of course I’m not, and you know it.”

“It’s been more than a year, Elliott.”

Elliott gritted his teeth. “Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I remember exactly when it happened?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Of course that’s not what you meant. You never mean anything, yet you always manage to make me feel like crap.”

Elliott’s mother pressed her lips together. He knew she’d have cried if he’d talked to her like that a year ago, but now she was used to it. He hated it, because he really didn’t mean to hurt her, just like she didn’t mean to hurt him. They always ended up doing just that, though.

“Talk to me, honey. Please.”

Elliott shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to think about it ever again, yet he was forced to. Gentry wanted him to talk, to remember, and Elliott hated it, but he knew it was necessary. Gentry was helping him, and he was a friend. There was no way Elliott could talk about what had happened to him to his mother, though.

Elliott’s mom sighed. “You know what Gentry said.”

“Yes, he said that it would do me good to talk about it, and I do. Just not with you.”

“You need more friends than just Gentry.”

“I have more.”

Elliott’s mother arched a brow. “You do? And who are they?”

Elliott quickly raked his brain for names. “Mal. Uh, Simon. Merle.”

“You haven’t seen Simon and Merle in months, Elliott. You can’t say they’re friends, and you barely know Mal.”

“Just because he’s new doesn’t mean I don’t know him. Besides, he’s been here for months.”

“And you’ve seen him what? Two times?”

It had actually been only one time. Elliott was the first to admit he didn’t get out much—or at all, really. He went to the alpha’s house to see Gentry, but that was all. He sometimes saw Merle, Mal, and Simon there, because they talked to Gentry, too, but that was all. He had taken Mal’s phone number when Mal had offered it to him, though, and they talked about everything. Well, they texted, but it was the same, and more important, it was safe. Elliott loved their texts, and he didn’t know what he’d do without them. They’d gotten to the point where they texted every day, most of the day, and it made Elliott feel less alone.

“So? I can have friends even if I don’t actually talk to them. That’s what phones and internet are for.”

“You know those aren’t real relationships, honey.”

Elliott slammed his book on his nightstand. “They are!”

His mother raised her hands, and Elliott felt guilty when he saw the hint of fear in her eyes. “I didn’t mean any harm, Elliott.”

Elliott breathed heavily and swallowed. “I know.”

“I just want you to be okay.”

“And I am, Mom. I know I’m not the same as before, but I can’t help that, and you pushing for more isn’t making things easier.”

“I…” Elliott’s mom sighed and got up. “All right. I’m sorry.”

She left Elliott’s room without saying anything else, and Elliott collapsed on his bed. He wished he could live on his own. That way no one would be after him for not leaving the house, or for binge eating then not eating for a few days. He didn’t move out, though, because the very thing he wanted—more freedom—scared him more than having his mother nagging at him bugged him. He’d be alone if he left the house. Alone and vulnerable. He couldn’t afford that. He couldn’t do that, period. No matter how much he wanted to.

And it was all that man’s fault. His, and Glass’.

Sometimes Elliott wished he could sneak into that man’s house and make him suffer as much as he’d made Elliott suffer. Elliott wanted to do to him what he’d done to Elliott, to laugh while he was hurting, to do it again and again, until he died.

He shivered. That wasn’t him, and it brought back more memories than he could stand. He might want to do those things, but he wasn’t a monster. Besides, he couldn’t even leave his parents’ house without panicking, so how would he even get to that house and see the man who’d hurt him so much again without running the other way?

He didn’t want to be a monster. Gentry had told him it was normal to have those thoughts, but Elliott thought they made him even freakier than he already was.

 

The Five Sense Blog Tour #autismawarness

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A computer game, AutiSim, was released in 2013, after a team of developers in Vancouver, Canada, recreated what it feels like to be autistic. The player navigates through a playground as an autistic child with auditory hypersensitivity. (The Independent, March 2013)

I’ve never dealt with autism, but I see the daily struggles of people who have to, and my heart goes out to them. This is the second year I participate in RJ’s blog tour, because I want to help however I can, even if it’s something small like writing a blog post.

I’m giving away  one $5 Amazon OR ARe gift card, and two copies of any books I have out at the moment, including Adan, that came out April 1st. To enter, tell me about your history with autism? Is someone close to you affected? Yourself? I’ll contact the three winners at the beginning of May. Hopefully this blog tour will help spread awareness of autism, and other  mental health issues that are often silent.

The excerpt is from Adan, my latest release.

Adan watched the wind blow outside his window. Winter was coming to an end, and Adan knew it‘d been a year since he arrived in Whitedell. He knew that should make him feel something, but he couldn’t allow himself to feel. Bad things happened when he did.

The door to his room opened, but Adan didn’t turn to look.

“Hello, Adan. How are you feeling this morning?” Jared asked. Adan didn’t answer, but that didn’t stop Jared from chatting as he came closer and started taking Adan’s vitals. It was more a habit than because Jared really needed to, because physically Adan was fine, and Jared knew it. “We have another meeting scheduled for you today, and I hope this one will be the right one. We’ve already seen most of Gillham’s single men, so if we don’t find your mate in the ones that remain, we’ll have to start looking elsewhere.”

Adan knew he should be interested in finding his mate. He just couldn’t bring himself to do so. He kept his eyes focused on the trees outside his window as Jared busied himself. He let Jared move him however he wanted to, and when he had to look away from the window, he stared at a spot on the wall. By now, he knew all the walls and the ceiling by heart. He stared at a crack in the plaster but looked away when the crack reminded him of another one, in another room, a room full of pain.

Jared touched his hand and Adan curled his fingers away. Jared held his hands up. “Right, sorry. I won’t touch you again.”

Adan wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that, so he just looked down at his legs. He was thin, thinner than he’d ever been, but he didn’t care.

It was weird. Adan saw and understood everything, but his mind was strangely muted, like he was there but not quite. He’d been the one to do that, to want it that way after what had happened.

“You’re as fine as ever,” Jared said.

Adan looked at him. He didn’t like the sad smile on Jared’s lips, but trying to make it disappear was outside of what he could let himself do.

“I’m going to go back to my office. Call me if you need anything.”

Jared always said that, as if he expected Adan to take him on his words and call him. Adan never had, but it didn’t stop Jared from insisting.

Jared left and Adan turned back to the window. A flash of memory, of glass reflecting Adan’s body, made Adan close his eyes. He didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to feel what he’d felt back then.

He swallowed once, twice, and tried to go back to his unfeeling state of mind. It was safe. The memories weren’t, not for him, not for anyone else.

Adan didn’t know how much time had passed when the door opened again. It wasn’t only Jared this time, and Adan remembered Jared telling him another man would come to see if they were mates. He didn’t look away from the wall, not even when someone sat next to him on the bed.

The man leaned toward him and the nicest scent Adan had ever smelled hit him like a punch in the gut. He looked at the man who was already stirring feelings Adan had fought so hard to keep buried.

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Things are not always what they look like.

 Adan has been in a catatonic state ever since the pride rescued him from one of Glass’ labs—or at least that’s what everyone thinks, even the doctors. Jared has tried to find a solution for a year, but Adan isn’t getting better. Jared’s last resource is finding Adan’s mate, and when he finally does, things start changing.

Yanis has been asked to check if he’s Adan’s mate, and when he finds out he is, he’s scared. He wants his mate to be better, but he has no idea how to help. Adan seems to be breaking down, though, so Yanis spends time with him, until something happens.

Adan has locked himself in his own mind, scared of what he’d do if he didn’t. He already hurt two men, and the last thing he wants is a repeat of that, but his mate’s presence by his side is making staying in his mind hard. Still, Adan has every intention of doing just that, but the power he’s been trying to suppress flares out, and Yanis is hit.

When Adan finally comes out of his self-imposed isolation, he’s immediately put to work. Time is running out to find the mole, and Adan helps as well as he can, but will it be enough?

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Adan is out today on http://www.extasybooks.com/adan/

First things first, I probably won’t be able to answer any comments here or on Facebook until Tuesday as I’m traveling to Belgium right now. You can of course comment just know that I’m not ignoring you 🙂

Anyway. I had a pretty good idea of this book when I started writing it, but it took a very different turn, something I didn’t expect. I’m not really surprised. Adan isn’t the first character who decided to go his own merry way. Ani, for example, wasn’t supposed to exist. I’d planned a panda shifter for Dominic, but Ani popped in and decided he’d be the one to get the alpha, and who am I to disagree?

I hope you enjoy reading Adan as much as I enjoyed writing it. Oh, and I didn’t intend to make it a cliff-hanger. I’m not even sure it’s really one, because I’m sure everyone knows Delevan will have his own book. In fact, it’s book 20 in the Whitedell Pride series. Curious? You’ll have to read Adan to find out what I’m talking about 😉

Also, check out the Love Bytes third anniversary party and the Rainbow Gold Reviews second anniversary party on Facebook today. I’m giving away books in both parties.

Things are not always what they look like.

 Adan has been in a catatonic state ever since the pride rescued him from one of Glass’ labs—or at least that’s what everyone thinks, even the doctors. Jared has tried to find a solution for a year, but Adan isn’t getting better. Jared’s last resource is finding Adan’s mate, and when he finally does, things start changing.

Yanis has been asked to check if he’s Adan’s mate, and when he finds out he is, he’s scared. He wants his mate to be better, but he has no idea how to help. Adan seems to be breaking down, though, so Yanis spends time with him, until something happens.

Adan has locked himself in his own mind, scared of what he’d do if he didn’t. He already hurt two men, and the last thing he wants is a repeat of that, but his mate’s presence by his side is making staying in his mind hard. Still, Adan has every intention of doing just that, but the power he’s been trying to suppress flares out, and Yanis is hit.

When Adan finally comes out of his self-imposed isolation, he’s immediately put to work. Time is running out to find the mole, and Adan helps as well as he can, but will it be enough?

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Yanis left his room and walked to the infirmary. He was just entering the hallway where the infirmary was when a voice stopped him. “You!”

Yanis looked behind himself and found a pink-haired guy looking at him. Yanis knew who it was without even having to ask him. Nysys was becoming increasingly famous in Gillham. “Yes?”

Nysys stopped right in front of Yanis and looked at him. “You’re new.”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“Why are you?”

Nysys frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Why did you stop me? Is it just because you want to gossip?”

Nysys gasped. “I never gossip. I gather information. It’s not the same thing.”

“If you say so.”

Nysys narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think I like you.”

“Oh, I’m wounded.”

“As you should be. I don’t know how you’ll survive without my awesomeness.”

“Right. I think I’ll go now.” Yanis turned to walk away. He wasn’t surprised when Nysys followed him. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Nope. Morin’s at work, Keenan is working, too, and I don’t have lessons today.”

Yanis knew who Keenan was, because where Nysys went, Keenan followed, but he had no idea who Morin was, and he wasn’t about to ask. “And you decided following me would be a good idea.”

“Yup. I still don’t know who you are. You could be one of those hunters, as far as I know. Maybe you infiltrated the mansion and you’re looking for Dominic so that you can kill him and wipe out the council.”

“If I was, don’t you think I’d have killed you? Not only are you a council member, but you also can’t seem to shut up.”

Nysys narrowed his eyes as Yanis pushed the infirmary door open. “Are you going to kill me? Are you taking me to the infirmary so you can strap me down and torture information out of me? I won’t tell you the recipe for my super chocolate cake, no matter what you do to me!”

Yanis cocked his head. “I’m not sure if you really are as crazy as you seem to be or if it’s just a show.”

“He’s crazy,” Jared said from his office.

Yanis grinned at the indignant noise Nysys made and strode to the office. “Hi.”

Jared looked up from his paperwork. “You’re here to see Adan?”

“Of course.”

“Why would he be here to see Adan?” Nysys asked from behind Yanis.

“Because he’s my mate,” Yanis answered, not even looking at him.

Nysys made a strangled noise and now Yanis had to look back. It wouldn’t do him any good to be accused of killing the pride’s mascot. Nysys looked fine, though, if a little surprised. “Your mate?” Nysys pushed Yanis to the side and stomped into Jared’s office. He pointed at Yanis. “That guy’s Adan’s mate?”

“Yes.” Jared answered.

“Why didn’t you tell me you found Adan’s mate?”

Jared leaned back in his chair and linked his fingers together on his stomach. “Why should I have?”

“Because! I always know everything that happens in this house. I can’t lose my reputation over something so important!”

“Right. Nysys, meet Yanis, lion shifter and Adan’s mate. Yanis, you already seem to know Nysys.”

Yanis shrugged. “Not really. I’ve heard of him, like the entire shifter population probably has, but that’s it. I didn’t know he was so annoying.”

Nysys huffed. “I’m sure of it now. I don’t like you.”

Yanis pressed his hand over his heart. “Again, I’m so hurt.” Damn, he was having the most fun he’d had in a while. Maybe living in the mansion would turn out to be a good thing, and not only because Yanis got to be with his mate.