Dariel's World

Hi. I'm Dariel Raye, an interracial/multi-cultural paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and psy/suspense author, and every day of this journey is a learning experience. I'm also a counselor, musician, and animal lover. My stories are about all-conquering love and romance, and I enjoy hosting other authors as well. Enter a world where werewolves, vampires, multi-shifters, vamp-like Nephilim, Vodouin Fey, and all things paranormal capture our hearts...

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Introducing Author Lynne Roberts

I'm happy to have Lynne Roberts with us today. She's the author of new release, After Hours. Sit back and take a look at the workings of her creative mind...

1. Tell me about when and how you started writing professionally. Wow. I think I’m still learning to write professionally. : ) I started writing about six years ago. I’d had a dream that wouldn’t leave me. I gave in one day and started to write the story down. It was 100 pages long. I decided to join a critique group and the 100 pages turned into a quartet. I didn’t have any luck placing it but I was bitten by the bug.
2. Did you always want to write, or was your decision more of an epiphany? I’d always been a writer. I wrote scripts for my sister’s Barbies or rewrote the ending of books. I wrote my first story when I was 18 in a spiral bound notebook. I don’t know if I always wanted to be a writer but it was always there.
3. Where do you get inspiration for your characters/stories? Give examples from some of your stories. Everywhere. I was inspired to write AFTER HOURS after watching a very sexy younger man walk across the street. CREATIVE LICENSE (a WIP) was inspired by a song on the radio.
4. Experts say we often build characters to fulfill our fantasies/desires. What characteristics do you desire in your main characters (hero/heroine)? Give examples from some of your stories. LOL. Oddly enough, none of my male characters are my dream man. One of the things that keeps ending up in my books, which I know is because it’s important to me, is that the hero always knows how the heroine likes her coffee. It might be a small thing in the grand scheme of things but he cares enough to pay attention to the details.
5. What do you find most fulfilling about writing? Most challenging? That one is easy. All it takes is one reader to tell me they loved my story. Suddenly every edit, every frustration, every thing is worth it. The most challenging for me…promotion. I don’t have whatever it takes to be a salesperson. I had trouble asking my bf of 30 years if she’d bought FIRST DATE.
6. I’m sure you could write a book about this, but writing is a journey. What advice would you give to those just embarking on the journey? The first advice I would give would be to think about it. Really think about it. If you can not write, then don’t. I know that sounds harsh. I thought it did when I first heard it. Once you’ve been writing for awhile, it begins to make sense. This is not an occupation in which you’ll make a lot of money. It’s not easy. It’s not a job where you can stay in your comfort zone. You’ll be criticized, knocked down, and rejected over and over. You can work for five years and still not ‘make’ it. Which means you’re working for free. Still want to write? Welcome! Now read. Read everything you can get your hands on. Especially the genre in which you intend to write. Find a good critique group or partner and write.
7. What are some of your most cherished resources? My CP and fiancĂ©. He tears my work to shreds and it’s always better because of it.
8. Any helpful hints on balancing self, work, family, and writing? I’m still finding that balance myself. I have dedicated times to write but because I have small children, I have to be flexible. Sometimes I have to tear myself away from the computer to spend time with the kids. Other times I have to tear myself away from the kids to spend time with my characters. Me time? I’ve almost forgotten what that is.
9. What do you do to re-energize, restore, and recover? This is important because if I don’t re-energize, I find my writing is flat and lifeless. So to recover my creativity, I do some of that me-time stuff. That can mean I clean my house (It gets way cluttered when I’m working) As odd as it seems, having a clean house relaxes me. Spending time in the garden also helps. Lately, I’ve had the urge to drive up to the forest and just be quiet. Sorry, I guess that’s not a tried and true thing that would work for everyone.
10. Tell me about your WIPs.
I am totally jealous of those writers who can just start talking about his or her books. Me? As soon as someone asks me, I draw a blank. I am really going to work on that. But for now, I’m using blurbs. : )
I’m getting a paranormal short ready to submit. I wrote this one about four years ago. I stumbled across it a few months ago, read it and realized it had potential. Here’s a blurb:
On assignment in the Oregon wilderness, John encounters a mystical pool, but it’s the pool’s guardian, a Naiad, Alia, who challenges everything John believed about the world around him. In Alia’s arms, John finds the enthusiasm he’s always lacked and a passion he never knew possible.
When a crisis back in Seattle demands his attention, he leaves the pool and Alia. Once in the midst of civilization, John must decide if he will relegate Alia to the world of fantasy and continue living the mediocre life he’d created or give into the dreams that haunt him and return to the Naiad.
My short, AFTER HOURS, is contracted with The Wilder Rose Press but I don’t have a firm release date yet. I’m currently in the editing process with this one. Here is the blurb :
Elle Simpson doesn’t deny that the new intern is sexy as hell but he’s also ten years her junior -- and she doesn’t date men from the office. Of course, dating isn’t what comes to mind when David Nelson enters a room. When Elle’s boss assigns her to work an important account, she’s thrilled—until David volunteers to help. Working one on one with her desirable new assistant is bound to test the limits of her restraint.

Everything about Elle, from her professional savvy to her hot body, turns David on, but first he has to unravel her mixed signals. After a few late nights alone with Elle in the office, David is at the end of his tether. It was hard enough during the day; keeping his hands off her after hours could prove impossible.
I’m also working on a longer story tentatively called “Creative License” but it’s still in its first draft so I’m keeping mum about it.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Author Jeanne St. James is here with us today...

Take a peek at author Jeanne St. James' new release!

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts…
Mace Walker can’t wait to get home.
Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!
Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.
Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.
Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.

Chapter OneHome.
Relief flooded over Mace Walker as he twisted the key in the lock, gave the front door a shove, and stepped over the threshold. Finally home. About time.
Time to heal.
The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light switch. Even being gone for as long as he had been, he still knew the house well enough. He made his way to the stairs and set down his bags. Those two small duffels didn’t hold much evidence of his life for the past couple of years. Just some toiletries and a few basic items of clothing.
As he straightened, the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He blinked when a young voice rang out from the top of the steps. “Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.”
What the fuck?
Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story colonial, excited after not seeing her brother for the past two years. Actually, more like one year, eleven months and fifteen days. Not that he was counting. But instead, he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint it looked like a model 23, a .40 caliber. A compact but still a decent sized gun in a very small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Damn. He’d dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies--from drug to porno rings--and had managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised while burglarizing his house? The cruel irony made him want to laugh. Instead, he did as he was instructed. With caution, he raised his hands above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway were hidden in shadows.
If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe he was the one in command. From experience, Mace knew the Glock didn’t have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid’s fingers were twitching from nervousness.
Not a good sign.
Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t been in the house. And if it had been, it would have been locked up in the gun safe.
If only he could see the boy’s face. He needed to see the eyes. Without seeing his eyes, Mace couldn’t even begin to predict what the kid would do.
“Don’t you dare move or I’ll blow your face off!” The kid’s voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like ... a girl.
Tension ran through Mace’s body as the person started down the steps. At first he could see bare toes, a slim calf, then another. His gaze flicked to the gun, before returning to the shapely naked thighs which couldn’t belong to a kid--no way. Especially not a boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman--and he couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost.
He was disappointed when an oversized T-shirt--shit, was that Marmaduke on it?--blocked his view of creamy flesh. His arms were tired, his leg throbbed painfully, and his patience was wearing thin. But he still wasn’t going to move, since he had no idea who this woman descending the stairs was. His curiosity piqued when she stepped down into the light, which highlighted her long, curly red hair and made her wide, green--glaring--eyes sparkle and snap.
A twitch shot through his lower stomach and landed in his groin. Fear or pain didn’t make him suck in his breath. It was her unrestricted breasts bobbing under the cotton shirt with each step she took. Her nipples stood out like two beacons under the worn cotton. Jesus.
He had to clear his throat twice before he could ask her, “Are you robbing this house, dressed like that?”

JEANNE ST. JAMES loves to write hot, steamy romances. BANGED UP (a m/f erotic contemporary romance) is available NOW at Liquid Silver Books. You an get your copy here: http://www.tinyurl.com/bangedup.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Take a look at one of my WIPs

Image courtesy of Tiberius Viris


Night blanketed Aleria as Jacoby strode out of the warriors’ quarters. As one of the highest ranking warriors of his race, he was responsible for ensuring that all males were accounted for. Frowning, he stopped for a moment to look at his mentor’s quarters. Jacoby leaned in the doorway of the area the older man had called home for more than forty years. He marveled at the fact that the narrow bed was made and everything was in place. He found it hard to believe that his mentor and friend, Rehobeth, had been missing for nearly two years. Looking at this room, anyone would think Rehobeth was to return the next day. His whereabouts were no mystery – he had defected to live among the humans.
Zion clapped him on the shoulder. “I know you miss the old one, but you best put him from your mind. You know the Seekers have decommissioned him.” He gave Jacoby a pointed look.
“I do not believe that. Ree is smart, strong, and agile. He even served five years as a Seeker. He would never allow his interest in the humans to get him caught.”
“Jacoby, Rehobeth was fascinated with the humans. Serving as a Seeker and living among them are two very different things. His mind would have quickly gone to mush without the constant reality of Alerian laws. I think…”
“Zion.” Jacoby’s voice had a hard edge as he interrupted Zion. He sighed, pulling away from the other man. “I must confirm something.”
Jacoby left the quarters, a thin golden line visible on the horizon. He felt Zion staring at his back. Rehobeth had often regaled him with tales of his years as a Seeker – tales of the humans and their easy ways, where it was no less common to see a female moving freely about business as it was to see a male. Lifting his head, he caught a light breeze and allowed his wings to take root.
The youngest son of a line of renowned warriors, in two years Jacoby had quickly risen through the ranks, passing fighters who had been training for more than ten years. His skills were unrivaled, his senses impeccable, and tonight, he was on a mission. He arched his spine, freeing his wings so that the wind carried the impact of his steps. No one would hear him coming.
He had heard something hidden along the sidelines of the training field that disturbed him – footsteps. Continuing as if he was oblivious to the intruder, Jacoby moved stealthily along the embankment until he heard a soft gasp.
Jacoby stood completely still, his wings flaring to their full size against his will and alerting his prey to his presence.
The unknown female turned, facing him, an expression of pure terror etched on her features.
Jacoby reached for her, wondering if something about him frightened her, or if she simply feared being caught. Could it be his wings? He dismissed the thought as he lowered his arms. Surely she had seen wings before. Wanting to look at her as long as possible, he had no intention of alerting the other males, but her appearance was so foreign to him, he couldn’t speak. He found that he was riveted to the spot as she backed away from him.
Jacoby allowed her to go, but something inside him twisted as he watched her, highlighting his need for something that he could not name until that moment. This was the closest he had ever come to a female.
He was Alerian, descended from an ancient son-worshiping race believed to be the disinherited children of angels. Due to a genetic anomaly, the Alerians consisted of very few females. In fact, five-hundred males were born for every female, and only the leaders of his race were guaranteed lifemates.
Born into a family of warriors, Jacoby had been expected to fight with no aspirations of love or family, and he had rarely even been allowed to catch a glimpse of a female, as those males with lifemates were extremely protective of them. Born without wings, females were rarely allowed out of doors, and never without the company of their lifemates or sires. Continuing to watch her as she moved farther and farther away, Jacoby wanted nothing more than to touch her. He thought he was beginning to understand just how very precious females were, and more than anything, he wanted one meant for him alone.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Got Wolf? Blog Tour

The authors of the two Got Wolf? anthologies will be on tour soon! Watch for us on the web and win a few prizes. You'll also catch a glimpse of our stories. I'll keep you posted.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

New Release - Last Man on Earth by Michelle Pillow

Last Man on Earth - Now in Ebook from Ellora's Caveby Michelle M. Pillow

Dr. Micco Hagan has been charged with pairing up the last of Earth’s survivors based on genetics for optimal survival of the species. He can’t resist the opportunity to be with his dream girl, Rena Gates. Though she rejected him before the Earth ended, he hopes now she’ll find a soft spot for him.

In the time before, Rena thought Micco had only come on to her to win a bet. She never expected them to be rescued together, or to be eventually partnered. Unable to resist following orders, she discovers they have a lot more going for them than DNA matching. The sex is explosive, but can it eventually grow into love?



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An Excerpt From: LAST MAN ON EARTH
Copyright © MICHELLE M. PILLOW, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Last Day in the Spotlight

This is my last day in the "spotlight" at Andrea's blog. Check it out and please leave a comment after my entry. How d'ya like my wolf? Made me think of Raven from "Raven's Shelter."

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Got Wolf? Taming of the Wolf - "Raven's Shelter" excerpt

Here's the excerpt...

Karen rubbed her patient’s head and removed her surgical gloves. Surgery had gone well and the freshly neutered dog was doing fine. Fia approached her as soon as she stepped into the hallway.
“Boss, there’s this gorgeous guy here to see you. He says he’s a vet, too. He was asking Auriel if he could look around the clinic.”
“Look around? Damn it, Ron must have sent him.” She stepped into another room, removed her scrubs, and washed her hands. “Where is he? Waiting room?”
“Yep. I must say all the female clients are enjoying the view.”
Karen frowned, genuinely puzzled. “What are you talking about?”
“The view! You know--good looking man--enjoying the view? Even the pets stopped whatever they were doing and looked at this guy when he walked in.”
Karen shook her head. “Well, view or no view, he’d better not be one of Ron’s minions coming in here to piss me off or he’s gonna get cussed out today.”
“And that would make today different how?”
Karen gave Fia a no you didn’t look. “I don’t cuss every day.”
Fia laughed. “Ahem. Okay. You’re the boss, but I’ve never met another woman who can cry real tears over a dog or cat getting hurt or lost and turn around a minute later and cuss every human around her like a sailor. I’m just sayin’.”
Karen rolled her eyes and started walking back to the waiting area. “Where’s my guest?”
“Dr. Adler?” Fia called Raven to the front counter to meet Karen.
Karen stared as a tall man with wide shoulders and wavy black hair approached the counter. She knew her lips were parted, but couldn’t seem to force her jaw closed as she watched him in awe. He moved with the grace of a predator--slow, sensual movements as if his muscles rolled when he walked.
“Hi doctor.”
A few moments passed before Karen realized Dr. Adler still held his hand out for her to shake. All suspicions about him working for Ron flew from her mind as her lower abdomen lit up like a furnace and her lower limbs melted from the heat.
“Oh, hi doctor. You are from?” She tried to cover, something she seldom had to do. She was not a woman who spent much time thinking about men, let alone falling all over one. She was not accustomed to having to control her reactions.
“I’m from Washington State. I do apologize for keeping you from your patients, but I only…”
Karen found herself staring again, his words dropping to a low hum. His eyes were like water--liquid pools of baby blue in an olive-colored complexion framed by the blackest hair she had ever seen on a white man. He had high cheekbones, full lips, a straight nose, and as he spoke, she could see just a hint of pearl-white pointed incisors. The imperfection made his features perfect.
“Doctor Marshall? Are you all right?”
Karen noticed as the baby blue pools narrowed, his entire expression becoming one of concern. She blinked slowly, realizing he was awaiting a reply from her. She covered again. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night. You were saying?”
“If I could bother you for just a few minutes longer in private.” He smiled.
Bother? His smile gave her an even better view of his imperfect yet perfect white teeth, and she felt as if a light switch had been turned on causing the fire inside her to flare. “Oh, no bother.” She looked around the waiting room. “Five minutes?”
That smile again. “Five minutes.”

Got Wolf? - Taming of the Wolf - "Raven's Shelter"

Local “no-kill” expert, Dr. Karen Marshall, has spent her life learning about animals. When she rescues an extremely large wolf from an untimely death at the animal shelter, she has no idea what she has unleashed…

Raven, a sentinel wolf shifter, is captured and locked in his wolf form until Karen, a veterinarian, tries to tame him and unleashes a 6'5" baby blue-eyed surprise.

Dr. Karen Marshall is a veterinarian with a calling – save as many stray animals as possible. The only child of wealthy, yet distant parents, she’s convinced that love is not for her. Until…

Raven’s search for his twin sister leads him to Karen. Born into a rare species of wolf shifters whose main purpose is protecting others, he has always been forced to fend for himself, but Karen’s loving, protective nature draws him – and not a moment too soon. Together, they must learn to trust each other enough to overcome a new, deadly enemy.

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