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, July 31, 2019

New Release Blitz: "The Rogue King" by Abigail Owen


The Rogue King
Abigail Owen
(Inferno Rising #1)
Published by: Entangled: Amara
Publication date: July 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Kasia Amon is a master at hiding. Who—and what—she is makes her a mark for the entire supernatural world. Especially dragon shifters. To them, she’s treasure to be taken and claimed. A golden ticket to their highest throne. But she can’t stop bursting into flames, and there’s a sexy dragon shifter in town hunting for her…
As a rogue dragon, Brand Astarot has spent his life in the dark, shunned by his own kind, concealing his true identity. Only his dangerous reputation ensures his survival. Delivering a phoenix to the feared Blood King will bring him one step closer to the revenge he’s waited centuries to take. No way is he letting the feisty beauty get away.
But when Kasia sparks a white-hot need in him that’s impossible to ignore, Brand begins to form a new plan: claim her for himself…and take back his birthright.
EXCERPT:
The only warning she got that she was being followed was the flick of a shadow in the headlights. Before she could react, a massive golden dragon slammed down on the road in front of her about half a mile out. She almost expected the ground to shake with the force, but the act was near silent.
Dammit.
She gritted her teeth and tightened her hands on the wheel. Rather than stop, Kasia hit the gas, pushing the car to go faster. He wasn’t taking her without a fight, that was for damn sure.
The dragon’s deep golden scales glittered in the oncoming headlights. He didn’t budge. But he did growl, his tail slashing back and forth.
“Move, you scaly bastard,” she muttered.
But she didn’t let up on the pedal.
He lowered his head and let loose a growl of warning, which she responded to by stomping harder on the gas.
“Get out of the way!”
She had no intention of playing chicken. If he didn’t, she’d ram this car down his fire-breathing throat. The hell with it. She didn’t want to go back to that cabin in Alaska anyway. Maul would miss her, but he’d be the only one.
Only the dragon didn’t move. Okay then. Kasia braced for impact.
At the moment she should’ve slammed into him, the beast heaved himself into the air, and she zoomed past, fishtailing underneath him from the force of the wind his wings caused.
He must’ve backed up, because he landed on the road in front of her again.
“You want another go, you oversized flying iguana?” she shouted, and bore down on him.
And again, he hopped out of her way only to land in her path.
Damn. Kasia held in a scream of fear-tinged frustration. They could keep this up all night, getting them nowhere fast. He wasn’t going to let her go.
With a growl of aggravation, though not defeat, Kasia stomped on the brakes. The tires squealed in protest, and the unpleasant odor of burning rubber followed her as she skidded the car to a stop broadside of the dragon, only a few feet away. If she rolled down her window, she could reach out and touch him.
The terrifying creature moved around the car, his movements more of a glide, like golden water flowing around her. He lowered his head to gaze in at her with an eye the size of her entire thigh. He snorted, and smoke trailed from his nostrils as he glared at her.
Please let this be Brand, and not some other phoenix-stealing dragon shifter.
Kasia glared back but raised her hands off the steering wheel in a gesture of surrender.


Author Bio:
Award-winning paranormal romance author, Abigail Owen, grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. She attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.
No matter the genre, she loves to write witty, feisty heroines, sexy heroes who deserve them, and a cast of lovable characters to surround them (and maybe get their own stories). She currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own personal hero, her husband, and their two children, who are growing up way too fast.

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Tuesday, July 30, 2019

We Are At War! "A darker Shade of Evil" Giveaway


We're fighting for the title at Author Shout Cover Wars and would really appreciate your support. Click here or the link above to join the party and cast your vote, then comment below with our place in the contest and your email address and let me know you've voted for a chance to win this cool, custom made bookcover! Holds two 5-1/2 X 8-1/2 books so there's plenty room for your favorite book, iPad, Kindle, or Tablet! 



Deadly demons, diabolical devils and other creatures of the night will hold you spellbound in this one-of-a-kind anthology. In a world of dark delights, they trifle in forbidden passion, suspense, and kick-ass battles. It’s all right here for you in this captivating urban fantasy and paranormal romance anthology!
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Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Dariel's Lists: 7 Natural Antibiotics




In addition to the heat, one of my least favorite things about summer is that everything, including infections, is thriving. As you probably already know, research has shown that the overuse of antibiotics can actually cause the overgrowth of bacteria. 

Fortunately, we've been blessed with a number of natural antibiotics proven to be effective against a number of bacterial strains. I've tried all of the natural immunity boosters below except clove, and they've been proven effective. That said, if you're in need of an antibiotic without the myriad side effects of man-made drugs, give these a try.

Garlichttps://www.healthline.com/nutrition/11-proven-health-benefits-of-garlic

Oil of Oreganohttps://www.verywellhealth.com/oregano-oil-health-benefits-89490

Gingerhttps://www.healthline.com/nutrition/11-proven-benefits-of-ginger

Honeyhttps://www.healthline.com/nutrition/10-benefits-of-honey

Apple Cider Vinegarhttps://www.healthline.com/nutrition/6-proven-health-benefits-of-apple-cider-vinegar#section2

Vitamin Chttps://www.healthline.com/nutrition/vitamin-c-benefits

Clovehttps://www.healthline.com/nutrition/benefits-of-cloves

To your health!

Monday, July 22, 2019

"Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin" Excerpt







When greedy land developers set their sights on Dark Sentinel land, Torin turns to attorney Stephanie Bates for help, but she’ll need his protection to stay alive long enough to save his land.
Real estate lawyer, Stephanie Bates, has risen to the top of her field through meticulous sacrifice and goal setting. She has no time for distractions – and that includes pets, messy relationships, and loose ends.
Torin DuMont is a forensic scientist who chose the profession to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. Raised by a stepfather who hated him, he’s been forced to live a life of solitude, fueled by anger and distrust. When wolves and shifters start turning up dead, Torin must battle an enemy bent on destroying those he was born to protect. His greatest challenge, however, is Attorney Bates and the surprising effect she has on his heart.


Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin
Dariel Raye
Torin didn’t have to leave his spot against the wall to overhear Cindy and the unavailable Ms. Bates, despite the fact that they were intentionally speaking softly.
“…I tried to reschedule, but he won’t…and he won’t leave either! Steph, you haven’t seen him. He’s huge, and he walked in looking pissed—not a good combination. I started to call for James to escort him out of the office, but I like James, so...”
Both women shared a laugh. “No, no need for all that. You offered him another appointment. If he chooses to wait, let him wait. I’ll deal with him if he doesn’t get tired and leave.” She laughed again. “I keep saying I need a peephole in this door. You’ve piqued my curiosity now. Wish I could work him in. I’m eager to meet one of these Wild Landers I keep hearing about but never seem to run into any.”
“For the most part, they pretty much keep to themselves, but believe me, you’ll know when you see one.” Cindy sighed. “Guess I’ll go back out here and try to work while he’s glaring at me. I doubt he’s going anywhere, Steph. He seems like the stubborn type.”
“Don’t worry, Cindy. If he’s still there when it’s time for you to leave, I’ll speak to him myself and try to reschedule. In the meantime, just ignore him. Maybe he’ll take the hint and leave.”
* * *
Torin stepped outside several times to stretch his long legs, finding fewer clients waiting for Ms. Bates on each return. He’d overheard everything the lawyer and her receptionist said, but it wasn’t what she had said that bothered him; it was the timbre of her voice itself—soft, smooth, and lilting—that elicited an immediate response. Puzzled by his own involuntary reaction, he wanted to hear more of it, like a cobra drawn helplessly and nonsensically to an oboe.
He sensed the sun had gone down before he stepped over to the small window and looked out. Even in the complete darkness, his eyes did not fail him, and he saw the grounds as clearly as if daylight greeted him. Finally, one man remained in the waiting room with him, but it was well after six p.m.
He picked up the pleasant scent of mint, lemongrass, and lilies and turned just in time to see shapely legs, a voluptuous body full of promise. The warm, mocha-colored face wasn’t bad either. Clearly, it was the owner of the musical voice. His wolf bristled beneath his skin, forcing an internal battle just to remain civilized. Confusion increased his frustration. He’d never reacted to a female this way before, and certainly not a human.
She glanced at the other client and headed straight for Torin, arm extended to shake his hand as she called over her shoulder, “Go on home, Cindy. It’s already late. No need for both of us to stay.”
Cindy was out of the office in a flash, glancing back apprehensively as she closed the door.
“Mr. DuMont? I’m Ms. Bates, Stephanie Bates.”
Torin nodded and grasped her hand but did not return her smile. He was far too busy trying to resist the crippling effect her melodious voice seemed to have on him. His nerve endings sizzled as he attempted to manage the sensory overload. This isn’t supposed to happen, he secretly seethed. What in the hell is wrong with me? His sexual encounters had been quick, unemotional, and necessary for physical satisfaction only, and he’d never been overtaken so--completely. Her scent intensified, tinged with desire, as molten chocolate-colored eyes gazed at him confidently, only confusing him further. Desire?
Certain her reaction to him couldn’t possibly be an invitation, he removed his hand from her grasp and folded his arms across his chest. Social skills were definitely not his forte, but he couldn’t remember his senses ever being so off-base before.
Stephanie cleared her throat before she continued, placing her hand on her hip as if she wasn’t sure what to do with it. “I want to personally apologize for the appointment mix-up, but—”
“There’s been no mix-up. What I need will only take a few moments of your time.”
“Unfortunately, I was unexpectedly called in on another case this morning, so—”
“Not my problem.” He glowered down at her, then turned to stare at the only other client in the office, daring him to stick around.
The other man, presumably a would-be client, averted his gaze, slid from his chair, and scurried through the exit.
Once they were alone, Torin returned his gaze to Stephanie and lifted a brow. “Looks like you’ve got a cancelation. I’m sure you can squeeze me in now.”
Stephanie’s smile disappeared, and her full lips formed a firm line of disapproval.
Good. Now she knows how I feel, being so…hard-pressed to control her own domain.
Stephanie turned and walked away from him without another word until she reached the phone. “Get out! Get out of my office, Mr. DuMont.” The words were spoken as she hit a buzzer, then she spoke quickly but calmly into a speaker. “James, I know it’s time for you to leave, but I need you to escort someone from my office before you go please.”
Not wanting to involve anyone else, Torin sighed and left before James entered. He realized his behavior was ridiculous and gritted his teeth out of regret. The thought of reporting to his stepfather that he’d failed to procure Ms. Bates’s counsel made him want to howl—and not in a good way.
He stepped off the elevator and walked slowly to his truck, still hesitant about leaving. The parking garage was nearly empty. He slid into the driver seat and tilted his head back against the headrest to think. Ms. Bates was relatively new in town, but her reputation preceded her: She was the best in her field. If anyone could help save Wild Lands, she could.
What a fuck-up! he thought, torturing himself further. As usual, he’d managed to win friends and influence others. He was so much better with crime scenes and dead people.
* * *
Stephanie pressed her hand over her heart in an attempt to slow it down. Torin DuMont had to be the rudest man she’d ever come in contact with, and she’d met her share of assholes. Thing was, Torin didn’t even seem to realize—or at least care—how rude he was. Obviously, he was used to having his orders obeyed. He hadn’t even given her a chance to finish a sentence and kept interrupting her with that deep, raspy voice of his that somehow reminded her of the rough leather her father used to sharpen his knives—strong, heavy, and used to dominate.
Before her move to this small but ritzy town, she’d decided she would never allow another domineering man in her life, not even as a client. Sometimes that required drastic measures.
 Something primal inside her responded to him instinctively though. His sandpaper voice, every word on the verge of a growl, sent tingles through her, and when he’d grasped her hand, she’d had to back away to keep from being sucked in; the latter was not an option. She’d fought too hard to crawl out from under her father’s thumb, and she wasn’t about to end up running from everything she’d built…again.  And what kind of teeth were those? He had pearly whites, but they were all pointed, as if he’d had them filed down and sharpened.
“Want me to see you out, Ms. Bates?” James asked, interrupting her thoughts. He stood in the doorway, glancing around the office, a quizzical look on his weathered face.
“Uh, no. Thanks, James, but that won’t be necessary.” She smiled, attempting to put him at ease. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed that controlling hooligan to upset her so easily. She also couldn’t believe Cindy had neglected to tell her Mr. DuMont was like hot sex on a big stick.
The moment she spotted him, she’d wanted to melt and climb up his big, hard body or climb him and then melt. Either way, climbing and melting would have been involved, and quite a bit of panting. He had dark hair, just a bit too long to be respectable, was nearly basketball star tall, and was equipped with shoulders made for clinging, if she’d  been into that sort of thing. But it was his eyes that really did it for her—stormy, gray with impossible, sultry black lashes. Visions of pouring rain, earth-rattling thunder, and her limbs wrapped around his powerful body flashed into consciousness.
How could someone who looked that good make me want to slap him so quickly? Nobody interrupts me! If Richard Bates hadn’t taught her anything else, it was to command respect. Putting a potential client out of her office might have been a tad over the top, but at that moment, it was an act of self-preservation.

There's also a Prequel, and "Dark Sentinels Book Three: Parrish" is coming soon.



Tuesday, July 9, 2019

3 Easy Cash Options


I don't know about you, but money gets pretty tight around here sometimes. No matter how hard you work, it's always helpful to have a few side gigs from time to time. Here are my 3 favorite ways to make money from your laptop or cellphone!


They’re a market research company that will pay you to take surveys. You can cash out quickly, and as an added bonus, there's a $10 sign-up reward!


Yep, surveys again. This one offers surveys from lots of brands you know or you've at least heard of, and like Swagbucks, you can cash out quickly.


With Inbox Dollars it's really easy to use your cellphone. To sweeten the pot, there's a $5 sign-up bonus.

So, next time you find yourself in a pinch, try these out and let me know what you think. If you've already had experience with any of these, I'd love to hear about it :-)


Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Happy 4th of July: Cool Summer Cuisine


If you're in the US, you're probably getting ready for the 4th of July celebration. Happy Independence Day! If your independence day comes at a different time, you'll still enjoy some of these summer recipes. The puppy picture above is just a reminder to please keep your pets safe. Fireworks, crowds, and noise can be terrifying for them.

After taking a look at these, feel free to share some of your favorite summer recipes and ideas!


Slow Cooker Ribs





Ginger Chicken Lettuce Cups


Thai Chicken


Shrimp Boil


Salmon with Chili-Lime Sauce



Barbecue Bacon Chicken Bites



Tuesday, July 2, 2019

5 Hidden Gems 2: Psy-Suspense/Thrillers




Gerald's Game


Secret in Their Eyes


Fracture
 


Taking Lives
 


High Crimes


Flash Fiction: "Time Honored"



Vayak


"Time Honored" is a the beginning of a serial paranormal romance. 

Promised to the powerful, mysterious Vayak at birth, Nia has lived a life of luxury, but what she desires most is freedom – the one thing she can never have.



Time Honored

“What’s that? Nia whispered, raising up on her elbows.

“Ssh. Lie back. Remember?” She caught a glimpse of something in his eyes, but he glanced down too quickly. The down comforter seduced her, her body too sated to move.

“Our arrangement forbids you to use your powers.”

Arrangement? Well, it’s good to know that memory is still in tact.” He gazed at her, irritation and desire evident in his stormy gray eyes, and her traitorous body bowed, drawn to him.

He leaned over her. “So exotic.”


She hissed, claws unsheathed, coiled to strike like his mysterious ball of light, but he surprised her.

Vayak kneeled down at her side, an unexpected show of vulnerability, and she hesitated…too long.

By ancient law, Vayak owned her, and despite the warmth, the pleasant tingle in her belly, and the slow sizzle blossoming from her womb whenever he was near, she wanted freedom.

He blinked and the light disappeared from his hands, back to the netherworld from whence it originated. Without a word, he stood as suddenly and easily as he kneeled just moments before, and glided toward the door.

“Are you leaving?” She sheathed her claws, trying and failing to temper the fear in her voice.

“Would you like me to stay?” Deep, mellow tones poured over her like balm for every hurt she’d cast aside.

Nia rolled her eyes and turned her head away from him. Arrogant bastard. With his magic, he knew she wanted him to stay, and she hated herself for wanting him.

He hesitated, then stepped through the door. “Nevertheless, I will return shortly.”

Nia heard him chuckle, reacting violently to his taunt by ripping the soft sheets with instinctively unsheathed claws. Damn it!  According to his reputation, angering him was not wise.

Following Vayak’s silent footfalls, he unlocked the door from the outside with a snick. Nia jumped, but held her tongue. She would not cower nor grovel, despite the fluttering of her heart.

He glanced at the sheets, full lips a hard line, gray eyes storm clouds. “Come. Against the wall. My patience is over.”

Nia rose, the pleasant thrill in her lower belly foreign, unwelcome.