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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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Zaidi Features: "Three Jewels" and "Diamond In the Rough" by Chris Kalyta

Three Jewels, an erotic adventure set at the beginning of Ancient Egypt's 3rd Dynasty, takes place in a land populated both by primitive people taking their first steps toward civilization and by mythology.  Evil Set has risen in Nubia and turns his gaze upon the gleaming treasure that is the Land of the Nile, and all he comes across fall under his spell.  As chaos threatens the very existence of Egypt, can Imhotep, King's Vizier, free his sovereign and all those he cares about from the iron grip of this immortal foe?  And what of the task set for Imhotep by the First Queen of Egypt?  Can he select one wife from three innocent women, knowing that the two he does not choose will be put to death?

In this retelling of the Cinderella story set around 3600 B.C., timid Issamun must cast off her life as a slave if she is to help stop the resurrection of an ancient evil that threatens all of Egypt - and possibly the world.  As the family that owns her plans to use the supernatural might of the fallen Set to overthrow the Pharaoh, Issamun must discover who she is, what she seeks in life, and whether she would be wise to aid the brave warrior who has come alone to put down the schemes of her masters.  Is it possible to resist the soul-numbing power of Set if he does re-awaken?  Is it possible to kill a god?  And what horrors will Issamun have to endure to save those whom she cares for?  This erotic fantasy-adventure takes the reader back to a time when mankind was just beginning to carve out civilization from the wild and unfathomable chaos that was the world.  The world of Diamond in the Rough is one of magic and mythology, of semi-civilized ancients and cruel barbarians.  This tale is a sequel to Three Jewels.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Movie Review: "Jurassic World"

Movie Review: “Jurassic World”
Finally saw “Jurassic World” a few nights ago, and first, please allow me to vent. Some critics can be such asses. Too many of them think being a critic means they have to say something negative. What ever happened to giving credit where it’s due instead of nit-picking over pettiness? That’s a rhetorical question, of course; no one knows, but somehow the profession has disintegrated into a bunch of bitter cynics who obviously wish they could accomplish whatever art they’ve chosen to criticize. Point is, anyone can criticize. It’s base, human, and requires no legitimate expertise. Vent over. Back to the movie…

Guess you’ve ascertained that I enjoyed the movie, and critics did not give it the marks it deserved, in my opinion. The highest rating “Jurassic World” received was a seven-point-five, along with negative comments about the characters, and most critics gave it lower scores. What? It was a fabulous movie for what it was. You don’t go to a showing of dinosaur fantasy fit to please children as well as adults, and expect to receive the depth of character found in movies such as “Silence of the Lambs,” "Sophie's Choice," or “Ryan’s Daughter.”

“Jurassic World” was well-acted, fun, action-packed, and satisfying. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Although I’d seen Chris Pratt in “Guardians of the Galaxy,” another surprisingly fun film, he never caught my eye like he did in his performance as Owen, a military man who managed to train Velociraptors (actually, the creatures referred to as Velociraptors in Jurassic movies are modeled after the much larger Deinonychus Raptor).

Another nice surprise in the film was the strength of the heroine, Bryce Dallas Howard (daughter of the infamous actor/director Ron Howard). She managed to not only keep up with Pratt’s character, but even saved him at least twice (in a white suit and heels, no less). As for the dinosaurs themselves, for the first time, they are depicted as living beings I found myself caring about – personified, you might say. Close-ups of the dinosaurs while being trained and afterward, helped amp up the emotional intensity of the movie.

“Jurassic World” also sported a few more sexy eye-catchers. B. D. Wong, an award-winning actor, and Omar Sy, a Frenchman who makes the most of his African appearance by sporting the appropriate accent, are both very easy on the eyes, and I’ve always been a fan of the versatile, talented Vincent D’Onofrio. The young cuties, Ty Simpkins and Nick Robinson also bear watching. It will be interesting to see where their careers are headed.

So now, where does “Jurassic World” go from here? The ending reeked of eventual sequel, so time will tell. As for me, I plan to purchase the DVD as soon as it’s available. Yeah, yeah, I know I could just purchase it on Amazon Prime or Vudu, but I’d like to be able to watch it even when I can’t stream. This is one of those rare movies I can watch over and over, much like “Independence Day.”

Friday, June 26, 2015

Flasher Friday: "Monument"

Time for another Friday flash. I'm a few hours late this week, but couldn't miss this one. Hope you enjoy, and take a look at my friends' posts, here.


“Do you hear anything?” Eva whispered.

“No.” Ahman stared straight ahead, his bright blue eyes the only light inside the shelter.

Eva struggled up, pressing against him for leverage, her large belly throwing her off balance as smaller stones shifted beneath her.

“Eva, wait! We don’t know what’s out there?”

Taking a step towards the only exit, a man-sized hole blasted from their make-shift closure, she turned back. “You can wait here if you want. I need to see what’s left.”

Carefully stepping through the hole, she stared at the iconic symbol, laughing and crying at the sight of neon lights.

The epidemic brought the world to its knees, yet one important religious monument remained.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Art of Swag

Everybody loves stuff. Include personalized covers, signatures, and a little creativity, and you've got swag.  Now, I must admit, when I started designing swag for my books, it was all about passing out signed cards and sharing pretty covers. I've learned quite a bit since then, so here's some general info and I'll follow up with a few tips to help you make the most of this art.

Before we get into the details, let's talk a minute about the purpose of swag and how it fits into your overall marketing plan. Basically, there are three arms or branches to any marketing plan, from macro to micro: Marketing/publicity, advertising, and sales. 

Marketing/publicity is the big picture - your platform and image. For me and most authors, it's who we are as people. One of the main reasons I enjoy parties and events that allow me to chat with people is that not only is it fun, but I get to know some really great people, they get to know me, helps keep me attuned to what my readers like and don't like, and that's the gist of marketing/publicity. I'll talk more about parties and events in a later post.

Advertising is more direct. These are the "look what I just wrote" posts, "buy it here." Obviously, those don't go over very well unless heralded by a good marketing/publicity plan. That is, unless you're already famous and your name has become a trademark for greatness. At that point, most people don't expect to get to chat with you or get to know you. They just want to get their hands on your next book. It's funny that way. Although they're both on Facebook (or their publicity teams are, anyway), you won't see Nalini Singh or J.R. Ward doing Facebook parties.

Now for the third and most difficult part, sales, research tells us that people have to come in contact with your name/logo/platform an average of seven (yes, seven) times before they seriously consider buying, unless it's an impulse purchase. Everyone is busy, and a name is easily forgotten. It's up to us to remain visible. Those seven times include any and every contact made during the marketing/publicity and advertising stages.

All that said, where does swag fit? According to how you use it, swag runs the gamut from marketing/publicity to advertising and even sales. It can act as a contact staple, help get the word out about you and your books, and it also tells people something about who you are as an individual if you take the time to be creative with it. 

I've read several articles confirming that most paper swag ends up in the trash, so although it's nice to have, I wouldn't concentrate much energy or money producing it. Maybe a cover flat for each book, logo postcards, and calling cards, but that's plenty. From there, be as creative and unique as possible. What is it about you and your books that stands out from the crowd? What's unique or special?

  • Swag should be specifically related to your brand (logo or avatar), sub-genre, or books (characters or particular stories). Cover flats, bracelets, keychains, etc. should be unique to your books.
  • Swag should be useful. The best swag is something readers can use - keychains with lights, mugs, cups, coasters, totes, gift baskets with bookmarks, logo pens, and other goodies. The wonderful Ravannah Rayne does a nice job with the baskets and other creative swag. 
  • As for genres and sub-genres, sex toys and scented bath items, basically anything sensual is always a nice touch for romance authors.
  • Personally, I like coolers for summer (with my book covers or logo, of course).  
  • T-shirts and caps are always cool, but remember, they are higher ticket items, so maybe just for special events like release parties.

  • One of my latest ventures is character-inspired jewelry. For "Dai's Dark Valentine," the heroine, Dai, wants jewels to replace the ones she left behind, so my very creative friend, Tammy Ann Dove created a jewelry set just for her. Dai is a lioness shifter (notice the lion charms), and she has green eyes. 

Brainstorm and create according to your books, personality, and characters. Swag can facilitate the marketing/publicity, advertising, and sales of your books, so in my opinion, it shouldn't be overlooked, but it's important to remember the purpose of the swag - helping to make your name a recognizable trademark while providing personalized gifts to your friends and supporters. 

In a sense, it does double-duty, and the possibilities are endless. I've dedicated an entire page to swag on my website. You can also find out how to get in touch with Tammy there. For more unique swag ideas, take a look at some Pinterest boards.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Zaidi Features: An Inspiring Interview With Artemis J. Jones

Meet Artemis J. Jones. I met Artemis online a few months ago when I stumbled upon one of his moving flash fiction pieces, "Hair."  When you read it, you'll understand why we've been chatting from time to time ever since. His depth is inspiring, and I believe his stories will continue to be told in a voice uniquely his. Here's our interview...

Interview with blogger and short story author Artemis J Jones

Bio: Artemis J Jones is a blogger who interviews authors about their books.  He also writes short stories and Flash Fiction. Currently he lives in Miami Fl. with his wife Helena, an artist from Medellin Colombia. He is an advanced stage recurrent cancer survivor who believes in the power of nutrition, for survival, happiness, and overall balance of a healthy lifestyle. He’s also working on his first novel.

Dariel: When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

Artemis: In high school, but at that time, I was well aware of my lack of experience in life, reading, and understanding the craft of writing. My high school teachers told me I had talent and my college professors said the same thing, but I never felt like I had the basis for any good story until recently.

Dariel: What were some of your first steps toward making your dream a reality?

Artemis: Cancer.  The disease grabbed all my attention and left me sick and weak. I fought it hard for three years, but it is also why I have started to write. Cancer put my life in a place to develop the craft of writing and gave me voice, and an attitude.

Dariel: That is so poignant, Artemis! I’m not a cancer survivor, but as a kidney patient, I definitely understand the impact major illness can have on our perspectives, goals, priorities, and our very lives. Tell me one thing you would like readers to know about you.

Artemis: Life matters, and I will strive every day to put that into words.

Dariel: What role does your family play in your writing, if any?

Artemis: None. I made the same mistake most authors do, they ask their family and friends for input and it’s a waste of time, they’re not interested, their scared of causing flack, and they don’t know how to critique.

Dariel: I know exactly what you mean about family and friends. You said it perfectly. That’s why we build new relationships with like-minded people. What are you doing when you’re not writing?

Artemis: That’s a good question, it’s important. I get involved in life, talk to people, get outside, spend time at the ocean or in the ocean, and watch after my elderly parents who are both veterans.  

Dariel: Yes. Sounds like you embrace the moment. That’s a rare and precious quality. Flash fiction helps keep my writing sharp and succinct. What do you think are some of the benefits of flash fiction?

Artemis: You mentioned the two most important points. Flash is quick reading for our modern world.  It is the opportunity to tell a poignant story in real time.

Dariel: Tell us about one of your short stories, any favorite characters?

Artemis: Dave, from Don’t Play in the Street, is someone I can relate to slightly. Life is making him crazy and he doesn’t see it, he believes he is fearless, but that’s not true.  The story is much deeper than his character. The recurrent theme in the story is fear, looking at fear from different points of view, and the lies we tell to ourselves about fear.

Dariel:  That sounds like a great story! The intricacies of human behavior are always intriguing. What do you want readers to take from your writing?

Artemis:  Awareness of yourself, your surroundings, and define what is most important to maintain your life.

Dariel: That’s quite a challenge. What do you look for in a good book?

Artemis: I’m very careful about what type of books I read. I don’t want to copy another authors voice, but I do want to learn something. I’ve recently read several books by Carlos Fuentes. I like his insight into characters, but I don’t want to write like him.  He’s good, very good, but I need to keep my perspective and voice.

Dariel: I agree. That’s my philosophy as far as mentors go as well. Beethoven felt the same. He stated that he never listened to the music of others. Perhaps shunning the norm helped catapult him to greatness – to a place far beyond his time. What lifts your spirits when you’re discouraged?

Artemis: A date with my wife, and time on the boat. Going out to sea, sailing feeling the

Dariel: Romantic. I’m sure your wife relishes those moments as well. What tips can you offer towards building and maintaining a strong support system as a writer?

Artemis: I like critique groups and book discussion groups.  Also find an editor that doesn’t write their own stuff. Someone who is a very good reader, and more than a copy editor.

Dariel: Write a descriptive 4-line poem.
Okay, here goes …..
Talking, Listening, Writing
Lover of Life
Wanderer of the Seas.

Dariel, thanks I enjoyed this!
Anytime, Artemis, and I'm inviting you back now for a feature of your upcoming novel :-) 

Friday, June 19, 2015

Flash Friday: "Beleaguered"

The story in my head was just too big to squeeze into 100 words this time, but as usual, my friends and I are writing 100-word flashes. Take a look at theirs, too. Enjoy!

I stepped off the bus. She smiled, leaning back, fingers tugging at the hem of her mini.

“Hey, beautiful. I’m Cam.”

“Call me Ren.” That sweet, southern drawl sucked out my brain and slid around my cock so I couldn’t run from the dark glint in her eyes.

Ren reached for my hand. “Come on. Been waitin’ for ya.”

Stupid with lust, I grinned and followed. Best sex of my life.

I turned to leave the next morning and Ren touched my arm, pointing to an old black and white. “Who’s that? I asked.

“Last lover who tried to leave me. I let him keep his cigarette, but he went the way of that rooster standing by him.”

Me and Ren been married ever since. 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Zaidi Features: "Sea Witch" (Children of the Waves series) by LaVerne Thompson w/Excerpt and Trailer


What the hell do you mean I can't claim you? 

Aaron is a Child of the Waves and he's searched for his bride for over a hundred years. Always seeking never finding. Then when he finally does, he’s got a choice: claim her and risk the destruction of his people, or let her go and risk the destruction of his soul.

Sienna has always known who her mate was, in fact, she took great pains to never cross his path. Until one day, she could avoid him no longer. As the witch of the sea, she had to warn him of the horror their world would face if she were to become his bride.

They each had a duty to perform, even at the sacrifice of the other. Sienna must pass through the dark depths to enter the very gates of Hades and Aaron must let her go.

***WARNING*** This is the 3rd book in the Children of the Sea Series. They must be read in order. The ending will have you going WHAT!!! There is a book 4 Coming Soon.

Meet Aaron
Sea Witch Children of the Waves the 3rd book in the series
By LaVerne Thompson

Do you have any fucking idea what it’s like to know who your bride is, to know who the woman is you are meant to spend the rest of your life with, yet be unable to claim her? Talk to her? Be around her? To actively go out of your way to make sure you stay as far away from her as possible, when she is near by?

If so, then you know my pain. My name is Aaron, I was birthed deep beneath the sea, my people are called the Children of the Waves. Humans have named us mermen or mermaids. Complete with tails, fins and gills. Someone’s fucking idea of a joke that stuck. I am no fucking fish.

I walk on land with two legs and swim damn fast with them too. I am the lead guard to our king. I go everywhere with him as his right hand and best friend. But I’ve carried Sienna, my bride, in my heart for many years. And as much as I love her, yearn for her. I also have a sworn duty to help my king and our people. So much is at stake for us. We fight for survival amongst ourselves, we sit on the brink of a war. Sienna is our sea witch. She holds the heart of the people. Her visions lead us in the directions we much go to ensure the future of our kind. Even if those visions mean I cannot claim her. Yet.

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            “What do you mean I can’t claim you?”
            They sat side by side upon the rocks, with their knees drawn up toward their chests, bodies tense, but not touching. Anyone on the beach observing them would only see what appeared to be two thirteen or fifteen year olds, a boy and a girl who seemed a little shy around each other. Nothing could be further from the truth.
For one thing, while they were male and female, regardless of how old they seemed, the male was some two hundred years old, and the girl, a bit more. A hundred more in fact. She’d known when her mate had been born, she was a viewer, someone who viewed events not yet come to pass. A witch amongst their people, the Children of the Waves. It’s also why she stayed out of the path of this particular male from the day of his birth.
            The time, however, was nearing when her people would need her more, and she had to warn him, try to make him understand so he wouldn’t hate her. The simple truth, she couldn’t stay away from him. The lure became too great, even for one as powerful as she. The sea witch could not evade the mating bonds. Just this one time.
So, when she’d woken up that morning and swam to this shore, she knew he would come to her. As a precaution and to ensure her resolve, she drew him from the depths and went to a beach where she knew humans would be present, not that there were many out and about this early in the morning. The sun just barely kissed the water’s lips.
The sea witch needed a place where he couldn’t get very angry or try to take her by force, or where they could be observed by their own kind. She didn’t want to hurt him if he tried to do that. Safe neutral ground, only a few landwalkers were running and walking their dogs along the shore. Farther up the beach, the resort staff were setting up their umbrellas. He would do nothing to her in front of so many witnesses.
            She’d chosen a spot on the outcrops of rock, not easy to reach, and sat upon the sunny surface. Just as she imagined, the mermaids in human lore were said to have done, but unlike those legends, she had no tail. She did, however, have long burnt orange tresses for hair, hanging in thick locks to her waist. Given she was on land and anyone might see them, she used her powers to change her hair to a reddish brown. At least she, unlike others of their kind, didn’t have to change the color of her skin to blend in with the landwalkers. Like the colors of anything living in the oceans, her people came in many shades and hues. Her skin reflected the color of a coconut husk. She could easily pass for a girl from one of the Caribbean islands wearing body oil that made her skin glimmer slightly in the sun. Even the lilt in her voice suggested a hint of the islands from the depths that spawned her.
            Sienna didn’t have long to wait.
The swimmer approached several yards from where she sat. He angled, so he headed straight for her. He had to get out of the water a dozen yards from where she sat and walk over to her.
She knew him on sight, yet she’d never directly laid eyes on him. Never allowed herself to get this close, too much temptation. Yet, she could stay away no longer. Openly staring at him, she couldn’t help but appreciate his built.
Tall and lanky, the definition of the muscle he would grow into already there. He wore his blond hair, like many of their males, long enough to brush against his ass. Wet droplets on it gleamed golden in the sunlight.
Her female heart rejoiced such a male belonged to her, yet also filled with such sorrow for what she was about to do. Ask him to do. However, like her, he had a sworn duty to their people as their future king’s guard and best friend.
“I’ve come for you.”
            “Tabatha is with child,” she’d said, without preamble. She watched as the light of awe and excitement dimmed from his sea green gaze. Her words were shocking enough she knew to stop him in his tracks.
“By Poseidon’s balls, how?”
            She grinned even though this was not funny. Introductions between them were unnecessary. He already knew who she was, ever since she’d reached out to him. All of their people were telepathic underwater; it was how they communicated with each other. However, mates had a special bond. She simply opened up the bond they shared. One, until that moment, he had not been aware even existed, but she did. Once used, she would have to close it back off. It could not be helped. Even the import of her words he couldn’t deny. “The usual way, I expect.”
            He shook his head, then sat down beside her. “That’s not what I meant. But how? I thought her mate was dead.”
            “Perhaps. I believe she used her powers to do this. As far as who the father is, I’m not sure. I suspect, he’s part human, but one with witch blood. However, what I do know is her daughter will be a powerful witch. More powerful than her mother. And after the child is born, Tabatha will kill her to take her powers unto herself in order to claim Poseidon’s throne and control the Trident.”
            “What madness is this? Her own child.”
“But conceived for one purpose.”
He frowned. “She can’t be that powerful. No one is more powerful than Poseidon himself, except perhaps one of the old gods, and they are long gone as is Poseidon. And as heir, Xavior commands the Trident, the embodiment of his remaining powers.”
            “Yes, all true, perhaps. But the child’s powers combined with my sister’s will be sufficient to command the Trident. It will be enough for her to sit the King’s Chair and force its acceptance.” Even though they didn’t touch, she felt the tenseness of his body at her words.
“I have to warn Xavior.”
            “Xavior isn’t powerful enough to stop her yet, he has not matured into all of his powers. He has not found his bride and is not yet king, nor would he harm an innocent life. But there is another way, and it’s why I cannot allow you to claim me. It is also why you must swear to me, you will not tell anyone who your bride is, nor can they know you have found her.”
            He frowned. “Then why come to me now? Why call me to you? Once I begin to age, everyone will know I’ve found my mate, same for you.”
            “I must continue to make it seem as though I have not found my mate yet. I can and will go into seclusion. Most people have never seen me anyway. Those in need, always come to me and will continue to do so. I will only be seen in my home, and I can ensure those who do, only see me as I appear now. You will be the only one able to see me as I am. Because if Tabatha knows I have begun to age, she will also know my powers could develop to be strong enough to counter hers. She can’t afford for such a thing to happen. And they will grow as I age, but not yet.”
            “You forget. I will also begin to age. Everyone will wonder why I don’t claim my bride.”
            She wore a whole shell, less than an inch wide and long, tied with black woven seaweed around her neck. It looked much like leather, but Aaron would know it wasn’t. Removing it, she placed it over his neck. “Wear this until you are sure Xavior begins to age. At that time remove it, so you will appear to age at a rate he does. It is bespelled and tied to me, it will prevent you from appearing to age.”
            He touched the shell hanging around his neck, then shook his head. “I still don’t understand.” Hurt laced his words.
            The pain in his voice hurt her heart. She glanced away from him and out to sea, her gaze resting on the porpoises playing on the surface. Sadly, even their antics couldn’t ease her sorrow or his. “I will lose my power of viewing, foresight, if I am no longer virgin and I must help Xavior find his mate, so he can become king and secure the throne. Our people need their king on a safe throne.”
            “Witch, what you ask is very hard.” He inhaled deeply.
            “Sienna, my true name is Sienna.” Very few living knew her true name, but she needed her mate to know it.
            He smiled. “Sienna.”
            She took his hand, allowing herself to touch him. The contact between them so electric, her powers hummed like a current through her veins. Yes, she was his bride, he her mate. Finally, she turned to look through tear-filled eyes upon the face of her dreams. “Do this for me. Your bride asks it of you.”
            He seemed to be searching her face, the anguish clear upon his own. “How long?”
            “Once the child comes of age. Do not worry, mate mine, she will find her mate shortly after being born. There are things I have seen that will all happen then. I must be able to ‘view’ to help, to ensure the future unfolds as it must.”
            He hung his head. One hand still entwined in hers, the other hand remained clasped to his knee. Then he squeezed her fingers and lifted his head to gaze at her. “I will wait for you. As long as it takes. I so swear to my bride. What do you need me to do?”
She told him.
            One of the hardest things she’d ever done was to leave him alone on the rocks. Other than the brief touch of hands, she didn’t dare touch him more, nor did he try to kiss her, as she’d wanted him to. As though both of them knew if it were to happen, they wouldn’t be able to part.
The sea witch walked out into the water and did not look back. Tears left tracks upon her youthful features as she dove into the ocean, uncaring of the rocks. With each stroke away from him, her tears fell faster to be absorbed by the sea.
There were still more difficult things to come. Tabatha would have her child, she would be the midwife, and she would have to convince her sister the babe was stillborn. Even if she needed to kill it herself. This babe could very well be the destruction of the Children of the Waves. Sienna would do whatever she must to prevent such a thing from happening to her people. Something she didn’t tell her mate. As she dove deeper into the water of life, it calmed her. The call of the waves like a promise from the sea. They would be together again.

LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
She is currently working on several projects. Both of her daughters are now away at college. However, she and her husband don’t like the term empty nester. She’s added a cat to the household to keep the dog of the house company. Hopefully, writing will keep her sane. Visit her website at http://lavernethompson.com to read excerpts of her books or Facebook to contact her, http://facebook.com/groups/lavernesnews or http://facebook.com/ursulasinclair98 and on Twitter at http://twitter.com/lavernethompson  

Friday, June 12, 2015

Flash Friday: "Compositions"

Don't you just love Fridays? This week's inspirational pic took me to some dark places. What am I talking about? I'm ALWAYS in dark places ;-) Anyway, here's my take. Click here to read my friends' versions. Hope you enjoy, and remember, comments encourage.

Boom! Tom jack-knifed out of bed in one startled leap, ending his traditional nap before night shift. “What the fuck?”

Loud, dissonant chords shattered final remnants of his latest fantasy, shards of glass spinning away from him. Someone  played the piano – the expensive grand he’d allowed Jenny to talk him into buying despite her inability to play “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on the damn thing.

Pulling on his jeans, he grabbed his revolver from the bedside drawer. Lightning and thunder crackled through the house setting off the back-up system, red lights blinking, electronics and appliances beeping, but when he looked through the window, the sun revealed the lightning source.

Tom fell to his knees. “Jenny! I didn’t mean it.”

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Zaidi Features: Spotlight On 2 Hot Series By Jami Gray

THE KYN KRONICLES (Urban Fantasy series w/Black Opal Books)

WRAPPED IN SHADOWS, Kyn Kronicles .5
(Things That Go Bump For The Holidays Anthology)

The magic of the holidays can be hell…

Celebrations abound during the holidays, but this Christmas an engagement celebration goes horrifically wrong.  What appears to be a simple murder/suicide hides a vicious surprise. The type of gift Raine and Gavin, elite member of the Kyn, didn’t want humans to unwrap, because revealing the monsters in the shadows isn’t the way to spread holiday cheer.

SHADOW’S EDGE, Kyn Kronicles #1
Everyone fears what hunts in the shadows—especially the monsters…

When the supernatural lurks in the shadows of the mundane, hunting monsters requires unique skills, like those of Raine McCord. A series of deaths threatens to reveal the Kyn community and forces her to partner with the sexy Gavin Durand.

As the trail leads to the foundation haunting Raine’s childhood, she and Gavin must unravel lies and betrayals to discover not only each other, but the emerging threat to them and the entire magical community.

SHADOW’S SOUL, Kyn Kronicles #2
Some nightmares are born of love…

A simple assignment turns into a nightmare when Raine McCord follows Cheveyo to the Southwest on a consulting gig. When the most feared beings of the Kyn kidnaps Cheveyo and leaves Raine for dead, her ability to heal her mind and spirit hinges on the one man who can touch her soul, Gavin Durand. 

Unraveling the Southwest Kyn’s web of secrets and hidden vendettas will either bring them together or tear them apart forever.

SHADOW’S MOON, Kyn Kronicles #3
Even wild hearts can be broken…
Tracker, Xander Cade, confronts an enraged Shifter in a crowded human nightclub, fraying the thin secrecy shielding the supernatural community from public scrutiny. Danger stalks the pack and she must protect her alpha and mate, Warrick Vidis, even if he doesn’t want it.
If they don’t find a way to trust each other and accept their rare bond they risk losing everything-their pack, their friends and each other.
SHADOW’S CURSE, Kyn Kronicles #4
Death and chaos can devastate even the best-laid plans…

After tragedy strikes the Northwest Kyn, leaving the houses in chaos and the Wraiths hungry for blood, the fallout threatens Natasha Bertoi’s carefully laid plans. When the Council sends Darius Abazi, the one man guaranteed to skew the odds, she faces her toughest opponent yet.

As death stalks the Northwest Kyn, can Natasha trust Darius, a man well versed in subterfuge, to uncover the truth before treachery destroys them all?

Coming Fall 2015:

A collection of Kyn shorts, including WRAPPED IN SHADOWS

PSY-IV Teams (Paranormal Romantic Suspense series w/MuseIt Up Publishing)

Sometimes death is the only way to out run the past…

Changing the past is impossible, a fact ex-marine, Cynthia Arden, understands all too well. Struggling with the aftermath of a botched mission, a panicked phone call brings her home to face a killer’s game. Unfortunately, the distracting Kayden Shaw returns as well, the one man she thought would stand by her, until he chose his job over her.
To survive, will Cyn risk her heart or lose the man she loves and her life?

Coming Spring 2016:

Trusting him with her secrets is dangerous. Trusting him with her heart could be fatal.

As a specialized consultant for the Department of Defense, Risia Lacoste understands the bargaining chip of a well-kept secret. When her current assignment threatens to unearth her deeply buried skeletons, she’s forced into a high-stakes game of lies and loyalty where even her ability to foresee the future can’t predict the winner.

Darkness lies under the skin of every man, and PSY-IV Team operative and touch empath, Tag Gunderson, has the demons to prove it. Scarred by betrayal and disillusionment, he’s not Risia’s top pick for a partner in the game, but he’s all she’s got.

As the game draws them deeper into a pit of intrigue and their list of enemies grow, will Risia trust Tag with more than her secrets or will his demons destroy them both? 

Jami Gray is the award winning, multi-published author of the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, and the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams. She can be soothed with coffee and chocolate. Surrounded by Star Wars obsessed males and two female labs moonlighting as the Fur Minxes, she escapes by playing with the voices in her head.

You can find me at:

Black Opal Books:    www.BlackOpalBooks.com 

Muse It Up Publishing:  http://museituppublishing.com

Website:     www.JamiGray.com

Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.com/e/B006HU3HJI

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THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS (Wrapped in Shadows .5 Kyn Kronicles)

Shadow’s Edge: Bk 1 of Kyn Kronicles

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Shadow’s Soul:Bk 2 of the Kyn Kronicles

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/shadows-soul-kyn-kronicles/id541827836?mt=11

Shadow’s Moon: Bk 3 of the Kyn Kronicles

Shadow’s Curse: Bk 4 of the Kyn Kronicles


Hunted by the Past: Bk 1 of PSY-IV Teams

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