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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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Zaidi Features: "Viking King" by Sky Purington

Viking King (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors, Book 1)


Determined to take a break from her past, Megan cozies down in her million dollar Winter Harbor Maine home and focuses less on money and more on dreams. Building boats was a childhood desire she’s determined to pursue. With a love for Viking shipwright skills, she constructs a small scale longship. What she doesn’t anticipate is an unexpected call from the past.

Of dragon blood, Viking King, Naðr Véurr Sigdir ‘the bold’ knew that the bargain he struck with the seers would likely lead to an unpredictable outcome. What he didn’t foresee is a beautiful, headstrong woman from the future washing up on his shores.

Caught between twenty-first century America and ninth century Scandinavia, two souls connect. Both determined and willful, their battle soon becomes not one made of the eras separating them but all the unexpected moments that drive them closer together.

Anger. Need. Distrust. Hope. Never-ending desire. All merge, warring and passionate, when a modern day woman and a Viking king surge forward together to conquer not only their enemies but what lies within their hearts.


Megan cleared her throat and continued to stare at the man approaching.

To look away was impossible.

Suddenly, he stopped. When he did the girls on either arm purred and leaned closer. But it didn’t much matter. It almost seemed that he caught a scent on the wind because he leaned his head back slowly, closed his eyes and inhaled.

All went silent.

Megan watched, enthralled by the display. How did one man make so many people go silent in a moment? But somehow she knew deep down inside. A simple man couldn’t.

But a king could.

It felt almost like the shock wave she’d felt eighty feet beneath the Atlantic once more hit her when his eyes turned her way. Megan dug her hands further into Guardian’s fur as he untangled from his women and approached. His eyes flickered to Valan then back to her before he stopped.

Holy mother of any god listening was he gorgeous.

Skin darkened by the sun, his face was a masterpiece up close. A little over a foot taller than her, his lips curved so well they’d make a woman stare forever. His jaw line was a fraction off from being square and his eyebrows arched slashes. But none of that compared to his eyes.

They were his everything.

A light but bright cobalt blue framed by a bizarre circle of dark blue with flecks of silver, they were so unusual that it almost seemed a mirror was behind them. In fact, one nearly got the impression they were looking back at themselves when they looked into this man’s eyes. Megan was tempted to look away from his unusual gaze but knew she couldn’t…that she never would. He’d captained that Viking longship. Desire pounded through her blood so harshly it took years of dealing with powerful men to keep her body tremble-free and eyes locked with his. Because there could be no doubt…

He was her Viking king.

“Naðr Véurr,” she whispered.

And she knew she was right.

Of course he wasn’t fazed by his name on a stranger’s lips. He’d likely dealt with it before. And unlike most men, he wasn’t put off by her unnatural eye color in the least. Rather, he seemed to spend an overly long moment holding her gaze, so much so that she had to work at keeping a neutral face. No easy task considering the ever increasing burn between her thighs that nearly made her bite her lower lip. One thing was for sure, she’d never had such a strong sexual reaction to a man.

He smelled of sea and storms, of dark nights and even darker pleasures.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heck, was her heart going to beat out of her chest?

Megan worked at breathing evenly as though she was diving and never let go of his gaze. For a split second, she thought he sensed her nervousness. And it seemed she might be right.

Purchase Links:  Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Zaidi Features: "Memories & Kisses" by Muffy Wilson with excerpt

Memories & Kisses by Muffy Wilson (@SexyMuffyWilson)
Thank you so much for having me for a visit. I think I have fallen in love with the girl on the cover of my latest book Memories & Kisses. She is beautiful, of course, but what really attracts me is her mystery. I’m sure it is no accident that she uses bright red lipstick. Take a casual glance at her picture, and you are caught by that luscious, lovable mouth. Who does she kiss? Just one lover? Or several? Does she kiss men or perhaps women? Would she kiss me on the right evening?
What do you think? Is she thinking about memories of love lost? Perhaps the memories made trying to forget a lost love? Even old memories revisited by old friends, united in a kiss that rekindles flames, passions and desire, too. Old memories are like old red wine - all the richer for time passed. And the kisses taste sweeter too. Three romantic and very sexy stories take us back to things as they once were, and forward to the wonderful times to come.
Memories & Kisses has three stories of old loves remembered; a grieving woman rescued from the sea, two childhood friends growing old friendship into passionate loving, and two long separated teenagers finding that time has mellowed them both and maturity has brought a passionate intensity they had never imagined. All three stories are of rekindled love that survived decades of longing and is now ready to burst into flame.
The Storm ~ a newly widowed woman unable to face the world alone and lonely, buries her husband. Overcome by grief, she walks into the rough, grinding pitiless surf in an effort to blend the gray in her heart with the gray on the horizon. She is saved from the crashing waves by a man, a bearded white haired man who brings her back to life and gives her a reason to live again.

The Park ~ two childhood friends, now adults, reunite on the eve of the dedication of their once favorite playground now slated to become a high-tech water park. The destruction of their favorite playground makes them melancholy; reliving their dreams as children in this park inspires them to greater, more passionate long buried desires they never responded to as teens, but knew existed but in their memories.

The Story of Us ~ high school friends, once nearly sweethearts, reconnect in their sixties. The Internet removes the veil of uncomfortable shyness. They are open and revealing in emails about their youthful teen-aged desires for one another. They discover what we all hope is true: that love is eternal. Surviving decades, not only in the shadowed recesses of our memories, but in a kiss, a touch, a magnetic embrace love thrives.

Do you have memories of a love that once was?...of a love that was lost?...of, perhaps, a rekindled love that survived decades of longing?

Buy Links:
iTunes:    https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/memories-and-kisses/id924012792?mt=11

Excerpt from The Storm:

I walk to the surf, heaving for breath, weak from running against the rain, fighting the storm, the sadness, my loss - your death. I walk into the surf and keep walking. It is surprisingly warm and enveloping. I suddenly feel comforted, my heartbreak no longer a penetrating pain. I know you are with me and I seek out your embrace. I cry again, scream at the thunderous surf, and then I am gone. I can’t breathe and I am falling, rolling, tumbling in a hazy grey darkness that is wet, ferocious, demanding. Suddenly my dizzy comfort turns to fear and I struggle against the pounding, relentless waves. What have I done? I am a good swimmer and an athlete, but can I beat this? Instinct overcomes me. My heart pounds. I start to kick wildly. Moving my arms toward the surface, the current catches me again, tumbling me over and over. My lungs burn. I lose my bearing—which way is up, down? I start to get a sickening feeling of death, my own impending death, and, just as I start to give in, I feel the hand of God grab my hair and hood in a fierce grip and yank me to the surface. I feel the sky darken and the surf diminish. Everything tastes salty, gritty, and then my body heaves, relaxed, and my world goes black.

I awake to pounding on my chest; I am being rattled and something is covering my mouth and nose. I cough, retch, and then vomit the last vestiges of the ocean from my body. My mouth is filled with grit, sand, and the salty taste of taffy. I open my eyes and see God reaching down toward me. He leans over me and the salty ocean water drips from his face to mine. He is big, strong, and gasping; he is surrounded in a glowing aura which intensifies his white hair and white beard. I am frightened. I must be dead. But that cannot be! How foolish I am. He sits me up, tenderly and gently helps me to my feet, all the while holding me securely with large strong hands and then he speaks to me.

“Are you alright, miss? You scared me near to death when I saw you walk into the surf. Why in the world….Where do you live?”

I am alive to my senses.

 “Wha. . . ?” My knees weaken and I fall further into his arms. Quickly, he catches my descent and carries me to a bench where he sits me down, moving the errant curls of hair from my cheeks, and speaks to me again.

“Where are you staying? Shall I call the police?”

I can feel my heart pounding against his chest.

“No, please, I’m . . . I’ll be fine. My key, my pocket; it’s in my pocket. Please…”

I can’t remember my hotel or where I am or why. As he unzips my pocket and removes my hotel key, he pulls my hood up over my head to shelter my face from the pelting rain. Collecting me under his arm, my body firmly in his grip, we walk slowly back to the hotel. The traffic is still sparse, no taxis to be seen. It seems to take forever. The storm is so much worse, the surf so high, sucking the wind into the watery folds as it retreats to the ocean. At once, I am so scared that I begin to tremble and yet, I feel protected.

As we walk into the hotel lobby, the bell captain approaches us and asks if I need the hotel doctor, whereupon my guardian says, “No, that won’t be necessary, thank you.” We take the elevator to my floor and I am finally in the sanctity of my room, as lonely as it is. My savior, my hero sits me in the desk chair while he goes to the bathroom and starts the shower. He returns. He is saying something to me that I can’t understand, but he starts to take my shoes off. Then he leans me forward, removes my windbreaker and sports bra, and helps me stand while he pulls relentlessly at my wet spandex knee-highs. He kicks off his own running shoes and removes his blazer. He carries me to the shower but I feel as if I’m watching the scene unfold from outside my own body. I am unafraid of this stranger.

The water is hot and piercing, but he is gentle, loving, and tender. He bathes me and washes my hair, lifting the removable nozzle to rinse the sand, grit, and seaweed from my hair and lithe body. My skin is a deep pink from the intense extreme of the cold grasp of the ocean and the heated comfort of the hot shower. His hands are everywhere, on every curve, gently caressing my skin with his soapy fingertips. He deftly, tenderly, washes my breasts, my taunt stomach and pussy. He controls himself, but I can’t let him stop. I look up at him, and notice he is watching himself bathe me. He seems to caress my buttocks as he cleans the sand from between my rounded cheeks. Unembarrassed, he rinses my body thoroughly, running his fingers though my shoulder-length brown hair. I feel safe, warmed, yet surprisingly aroused, weakened by my ordeal.

For the first time, it seems, he looks down at me. He takes me in as I look up at him, transfixed by his control. I am naked in my sorrow and my pain; he, fully clothed except for his windbreaker and shoes, smiles, touching my heart. I did not notice his erection in the shower, he is a complete gentleman. My breasts, the curve of my belly to my thigh, my face against his chest glisten in the shower, as I trust him to help me.

Author Bio and Links:
Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.
Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion. Interview with Muffy 

Previously Published:
Secret Cravings, Blushing Books, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams
Coming Soon:
The Para-Portage of Emily ~ Secret Cravings Publishing March 2015
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~ Blushing Books March 2015

Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA April 2015

Friday, January 23, 2015

Dariel's Flasher Friday Stop: "Obsessed"

Happy Friday! This pic is just too story-worthy to pass up. Once again, my Flasher Friday friends and I join to offer our various takes on one inspirational picture  in 100 words. When you're finished here, take a look at theirs as well. You won't be disappointed :-) Enjoy!


A door closing. The snick as he locks it.

Oh, my God what if he sees me?

What the hell am I doing here?

I thought he worked tonight, sure I saw it when I checked his schedule.

Just wanted, no, needed to see what his place looked like, imagine myself in it, maybe having dinner or…

His footsteps are getting closer, and now here I am hiding in his damn closet like I belong in a mental ward.

Please don’t open the closet.

But I know he will. His place is neat, everything in place.

He slides the closet door open and our eyes meet.

Wouldn't you just love to know what happens next? Might have to revisit this one in a short story :-) Mia Darien and Tricia Schneider are hosting me today, so please stop by and give them both a holler.
You'll see the names of my other hosts at the top of the right sidebar under the animated pic.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Zaidi Features: Unique Romance Boxed-Set! Same Hero, 5 Different Worlds - "Call Me Valentino":

Unique romance boxed-set! New York Times and USA Today Bestselling authors come together with "Call Me Valentino." Same hero, different sub-genres, five different worlds...

Fall in love this Valentine's Day as USA Today and Amazon Best Selling authors come together to bring you one sexy hero written in five different genres. Call Me Valentino uses the same hero set in five different worlds. Your new book boyfriend is a cowboy, an FBI agent, A Highland Laird, a real estate developer and even a vampire. Which Valentino will be your favorite?

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

"Dai's Dark Valentine" Available for Pre-Order

What happens when a sheltered shifter and a dark fey come together?

Three-hundred years is a long time, but left to its own devices, what began as the vendetta of one man can grow to encompass even more formidable hatred.

Daitre Salons is a beautiful but naïve heiress whose true heritage has been kept secret even from her. Now, her abilities are emerging and her father’s enemies want her dead, but what bothers her most is that her new husband “in name only” insists on treating her like a child.
Joban Beaucoup, professional guard to the Salons family, and dark fey (alternate spelling from Vodouin origin), has chosen to leave the quaint yet suffocating French town of his orphan-childhood and venture to the Americas, but he needs one thing he cannot concoct, despite his magical abilities – a wife.

When Joban agrees to marry Daitre and take her to the Americas with him, he carries her three-thousand miles away, then whisks her three-hundred years into the future to assure her safety, but while Daitre struggles to adjust to this strange new world, manage her newfound powers, and make peace with her feelings for Joban, Joban learns that even here, their enemies have followed them, now more deadly than ever.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Zaidi Feature: The Challenge of Writing Historical Romance by Beth Trissel

If you’ve ever journeyed into the realm of writing historical romance, you will appreciate the staggering research that goes into penning anything set in the past. None of us were born knowing this stuff, unless you're vividly recalling a former life. Even after all the enormous preparation required before typing a single word, more research is inevitable as new scenes demand added detail. I have yet to discover one that doesn't.
Such was the case with my latest release, historical romance novel, Traitor's Legacy, the sequel to award-winning historical romance novel, Enemy of the King. Both stories are set during the high drama of the American Revolution. Yes, I studied the entire war before launching into my focus on the Southern Front because I needed to know how it all fit together. You can't just dissect one facet of an era, but must see all the parts, or you will be like an ant seeing only the bottom of the elephant's foot.
I recently completed the third novel in the Traitor's Legacy series, Traitor's Curse. Set shortly after the American Revolution, Traitor’s Curse is a mysterious, ghostly, Gothic flavored historical romance. I'm awaiting edits from my Wild Rose Press editor, so the saga continues. Back to the research.
You may ask, do I enjoy these forays into bygone days? For the most part, yes. I find myself engrossed and often come across information that enhances the story, spawns a plot line, or even a new book. But there are those times when I'm exhausted and fervently wish someone could simply answer my question and save me hours of laboring to unearth what's needed. And historians do not always agree with each other any more than doctors do, so I'm left to gain an overall consensus of an episode or the particulars of life in that time period. I also continually consult an etymology as I write to be certain my word usage is appropriate.

Visiting the settings featured in my stories is a huge aid and I do so if possible. I toured all the North and South Carolina sites in Enemy of the King. In Traitor's Legacy, the primary setting is Halifax, NC. I had a wonderfully informative tour and guides there, plus visited and revisited Colonial Williamsburg and historic Yorktown, as both locations figure into the story.
Traitor's Curse is set solely in an old plantation home outside of Halifax and in the town itself. Living in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley of Virginia helps make these treks feasible. Scotland, not so much. For British settings, I am dependent on family and friends who've visited, or live there, and research. Always research.

I am grateful for all the assistance I've received along the way. For my Native American themed stories, I've had the help of historians and reenactors (also for my American Revolution themes). Anthropologists, archaeologists, language experts, and the Shawnee themselves have been invaluable in my NA Warrior series.
Copious reading material has been generously gifted to me, or purchased from museum bookshops, or borrowed from the library. Family accounts I've come across while doing genealogy enter strongly into my work. Some online sites are hugely helpful, but didn't exist in my early writing days. The ones I use vary depending on the era I'm focused on at the time. Do not rely on Wikipedia. Serious sites put together by historians, reenactors, authors who've done their research, historical societies and museums, etc., are valuable.
My knowledge of herbs is extremely useful in doctoring my characters, or sedating, even poisoning, them if necessary. Herbs were vital to every aspect of life in times past and the reason I give herbal workshops to various online writing groups. Authors need to know more about herbs and herbal lore to lend authenticity to their stories. Some of this knowledge is also important for ourselves today, and can be lifesaving.
My point in all of this, is a plea for appreciation of the tremendous effort poured into writing historical fiction of all lengths. Even shorter works require much research. I challenge anyone who thinks this is easy, to go for it. If you already know writing historicals is an arduous path, but long to venture into the past, then do it for the love of the journey. It's the only way I know of to time travel.
For those of you who are interested, here's the link to my Amazon author page. Amazon has all of my work. Other online booksellers have a number of my stories, but not all. I've indie published some of my titles, but many are with the Wild Rose Press, an excellent publisher I highly recommend.
For more on me and my work, visit my blog, One Writer's Way, at:

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

10 Tips and Tools for a Successful Book Launch

10 Tips and Tools For a Successful Book Launch

1.   Start at least six weeks before your target release date (2 months is even better) and list your book for “pre-order” at Amazon.

2.   Create a banner or “working” cover to use for blog posts in lieu of your final cover (save the final cover for cover reveals)

3.   Write a blog post telling everyone about your upcoming release. Include sub-genre and blurb (synopsis).

4.   Ask a few friends to post about your new release. Send them banner or “working” cover, blurb, and your contact links. Be sure to link back to their blog in some way, and offer to reciprocate.

5.   Share your blog post and those of your friends on all of your social media sites (Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Tumblr, LinkedIn, etc.)

6.   Complete review forms and send ARC’s (advance reading copies) to review sites and individuals.

7.   Use Google forms to create sign-up for DIY (do-it-yourself) launch tour OR use an established book tour service like MasqCrew, Bewitching Book Tours, etc. Offer hosts a choice of cover reveal, interview, feature with excerpt (offer choice between 3 excerpts of various lengths). If you go the DIY route, don’t forget to add a calendar to the sidebar of your blog with dates and links for each tour host so interested readers can follow the entire tour and your hosts don’t feel left out in the cold. I also like to create a post about each stop along my tour.

8.   At least 2 weeks before release date (according to your word count, you might need to do this earlier), offer ARC’s to your fan club members and list (e-mail, newsletter) subscribers. Be sure to request that they post reviews to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and Shelfari, and send a copy or link to your email.

9.   Create swag for your book using cover artwork (T-shirts, cover flats, keychains, etc.). Try VistaPrints or CafePress.

10.              Create a Facebook party. Although these don’t generally get the turn-out they used to, they can still help get the word out about your book. I’d suggest a 2-hr. party with a few games, questions, and prizes, of course (GC’s, swag, and backlist books work great).

Friday, January 9, 2015

Flasher Friday: "Safeword"

It's another fab Friday! My friends and I are sharing our personal takes on the inspirational pic above. Click here to take a look at theirs. Oh, and they're all 100 words, no more, no less :-)

Years of therapy with quacks and their labels – Masochistic.

For me, pain enhances pleasure.

Stabilizing myself, I glance back at my new doctor and hang on, my body quivering with expectation.

“Remind me of your safeword, Melissa.”

“Tattoo,” I whisper.

“Good girl. Am I the only sadist for your masochist?


He pulls the shade and posts the “closed” sign.

“Mmm,” I moan. The needle cuts into my back as he laughs, creating the new design I’ve chosen.

Pleasure and pain unify, supreme rapture as he thrusts into me from behind. 

“Hold still and I’ll try to control the needle.”

Thursday, January 8, 2015

New Site for Authors: Introducing Zaidi Features

As we all tend to do, I'm revamping a few things this year. About a week ago, I created a new website. It's still a work in progress, but I have high hopes for the new functionality. Part of the remodeling includes a new feature shared between my blog and website, DPRS, called Zaidi Features.

Zaidi is Swahili for "more." Features will include writing-related articles from writers and experts who specialize in certain areas including romance sub-genres, cover design, and other interesting topics, and featured books, of course. The features will appear as regular blog posts, and my plan is to archive them using the Zaidi Features page here and at my new website.

If you've got some special insight to share about writing in your particular genre, providing some service to authors, or if you have expertise in an area romance writers tend to need help with, you're invited as a featured guest. Also, if you have a book or series that could use a boost, I'll be happy to host you. Just complete the form below to request a date and we'll go from there. 

Monday, January 5, 2015

Coming Valentine's Day: "Dai's Dark Valentine"

Happy New Year! I've got a Valentine's Day release and I'd really appreciate your help with the book launch tour. Planning a 2-week tour with cover reveals, book features with blurb, and features with blurb and short excerpt. Also planning a Facebook party February 15th. That's a Sunday afternoon. Release day is actually Valentine's Day, but I wouldn't dare compete with anyone's romantic plans ;-)

"Dai's Dark Valentine" is a paranormal romance featuring fey (alternate spelling from Vodouin origin) with various abilities including shifting, time-bending, mind-reading, etc. My hero and heroine came to me in a dream (as usual), and I've fallen in love with them, so I'm hoping everyone else will too. 

Please complete the form below if you can be a tour host, and share this link to invite others. Thanks in advance! 

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Upcoming New Release Launch: "Dai's Dark Valentine"

Happy New Year! I've got a Valentine's Day release and I'd really appreciate your help with the book launch tour. Planning a 2-week tour with cover reveals, book features with blurb, and features with blurb and short excerpt. Also planning a Facebook party February 15th. That's a Sunday afternoon. Release day is actually Valentine's Day, but I wouldn't dare compete with anyone's romantic plans ;-)

"Dai's Dark Valentine" is a paranormal romance featuring fey (alternate spelling from Vodouin origin) with various abilities including shifting, time-bending, mind-reading, etc. My hero and heroine came to me in a dream (as usual), and I've fallen in love with them, so I'm hoping everyone else will too. 

Please complete the form below if you can be a tour host, and share this link to invite others. Thanks in advance!