Hey all, it's been awhile but here I am again. I've been busy with the kids going back to school, writing and attending my first conference. The Muse Online Conference was an awesome experience and I can't wait to do it again next year. I've also had two new releases since the last time I was here.
Here is the blurb and excerpt for Tainted Blood:
Kali Myer has given up on life. Ever since she was five years old, she changed foster homes, always the misfit, the outcast, the intruder. All she truly wants is to find her family and to a place to belong.
After walking home from a horror movie with her friend Tavia one night, she was attacked by what she thought was an ordinary timber wolf. Days after the attack, Kali's whole world changed.
With her trusty dark-witch and roommate named Skyla, the women battle forces of the unknown looking for the were-wolf that started it all. They're looking for the one with Tainted Blood....
Will they find the 'Tainted Blood' or will he find them?
Part of the proceeds from the sale of this ebook and the other ebooks of the Sanctuary Moon Anthology will go to the Full Moon Farm a sanctuary for abused and refused wolf-dogs and captive-bred wolves.
Excerpt from Tainted Blood:
Zora laughed.
Kali ignored Zora annoying laughter as she hauled back and kicked the woman in the face. "Light's out." Kali smiled as the woman's head bounced from the tip of her shoe and landed heavily on the ground. Hearing Zora's clapping made her turn around. "Looks like it's just you and me now, Zora, old girl." Kali stepped over the unconscious woman but she left enough space for a decent head-start back to the cabin.
"Smart little shit, you think you've out-foxed me." Zora said in a shrill voice.
Kali didn't answer; she kept her eyes fixed on Zora's jerky movements. She could see the anger boiling underneath her skin causing her veins to appear black.
"I know who's at the cabin, Kali, a scared little witch crying in the night."
Oh no, she found, Skyla. I've got to get to her. Kali tried not to show the emotion running amuck throughout her core.
"Sebastian told us about the little witch himself. Don't you think if he truly cared about you he would have kept that tiny bit of information?" Zora smiled as the tides turned in her favor. "You have lived long past your purpose now you must die." Swiftly, Zora leaped over her fallen companion and tackled Kali to the ground. Kali winced in pain, doing her best to stop the barrage of attacks. She shrieked as Zora's talons dug deep her flesh.
"My pack has weakened you. You've taken them on just as I expected you would." Zora cackled as she punched Kali full in the face.
Kali's world shifted for a second. This was her final moment. Zora was right, she was spent and her last reserve of energy was depleting rapidly. The ground underneath the two women trembled and began to shift beneath their weigh.
"What the hell is this?" Zora sat back on her hunches with a puzzled look on her face.
Kali mustered up some strength and kicked Zora away from her.
"It's not what the hell is it; it's who the hell it is. Back off my sister you fuzzy bitch!" Skyla yelled as she emerged from the trees, her arm out-stretched.
Kali rolled to one side and started to stand; Skyla raced to her, put a free hand underneath her forearm and pulled Kali to her feet.
"Thanks," Kali smiled. "What took you so long?" She spat blood on the dirt and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Skyla shot her a fervent glance. "Long? I had to waste time tracking your messes making sure you killed them all," Skyla began.
Kali noticed a purple bruise forming around her right eye. "I had a run-in with your boyfriend and let me tell you next time I see him," she punched her hand. "I'm gonna make him witach!"
"That's great but we gotta deal with her first." Kali nodded towards Zora.
Zora flipped up, snarling. "I'll feast on the flesh from both your bones before this night is through!"
The sisters looked at each other and then it Zora's direction.
"Do you wanna do this or shall I?" Skye mimicked her mature older sister.
Kali waved her hand dismissively. "Go right ahead."
"Ha! You send a teen-witch to do your dirty work, so you don't have the balls to face me alone." Zora laughed wickedly.
Skyla stood in front of Kali, cast her head over shoulder to see Kali nod and then turned back to Zora. "I am neither a teen nor just a mere witch." Skye said nastily.
"I don't care what you think you are. You are a child in my eyes." Zora bellowed each word dripped with malicious intent. Zora sneered and leaped to grab Skyla.
Skyla made a gesture as if she were scooping up fresh dirt and the earth sprung up and encased Zora's moving limbs.
"What the…" Zora exclaimed in disbelief.
"I'm half witch and half-elemental." Skyla squeezed her hand into a fist and rock cuffs on Zora's wrists and ankles tightened.
"I bet Sebastian didn't tell you that now, did he?" Kali asked over Skyla's shoulder.
Zora's struggled against her bounds but didn't answer.
"Skyla, finish this." Kali said as she started to walk away.
"Okay," Skye replied happily. With a wave of her hand the bounds on Zora crumbled like dry dirt. Zora hit the ground with a thud. She sprung up and laughed hysterically.
"You can't hold me, girl. I'm free..."
Zora didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as two boulders collided into her head simultaneously smashing it open like a rotten tomato. The headless body flopped around before collapsing in a bloody heap on the ground.
"That was pretty cool." Kali smiled, leaning against a tree.
"Yeah it was, huh?" Skyla ducked under Kali's arm to help support her weight.
This book was my first writing a female were wolf and I have to say I rather enjoyed a lot. Now Check out The Perfect Match which has been on the Red Rose Publishing Best Seller's list for almost 4 weeks.
Blurb:
Kiora Webb is a typical Pisces woman. Independent, creative, and romantic, but she just couldn't meet the right guy. Working at Caper's New and Used book store; was the perfect place for her. For an early birthday present her friends treat her to a girl's night out to Club Fusion where she meets slick talking Donovan Black. From his self-assured stance to his lame, run-down pick up lines, she dismisses him swiftly.
Donovan Black has never been turned down before. When beautiful Kiora Webb doesn't fall head over heels for him, he's crushed. Taking his failure as a game Donovan's buddies persuade him into thinking he could never have a woman like her. Donovan set out to prove them wrong. But what started out as a ploy turns into something that not neither one of them could foresee.
Excerpt for The Perfect Match:
"Donovan!" Demitri grabbed his shoulders. "Calm down. Don't lose control."
Donovan shrugged away from Demitri's embrace and stormed outside to cool off.
"You alright, man?" Demitri asked, holding out his hand to help Kevin stand.
Kevin shoved Demitri's hand away, stood up and followed Donovan outside.
"Oh damn," Demitri shook his head and chased after Kevin.
"Yo!" Kevin called. He stalked towards Donovan.
"Don't fuck with me right now, Kevin, alright?" Donovan's icy tone sent shivers through Demitri.
"Guys, let's not do this." Demitri positioned himself in between the two males.
"Naw," Donovan tossed away his lit cigarette, cracked his neck and stood his ground. "If he wants to roll, we can do that. I have no problems breaking him down now, anyway."
"Think you're a bad ass now, Dono? Got to taste some chocolate ass and now you think you're Don Quan?"
Donovan pointed at Kevin. "Don't you dare disrespect her again, Kevin, you don't even know her. I'm trying real hard to keep myself from knocking you off the damned pedestal you think you're on. Last warning, call her a name again, we ain't brothers, we ain't boys and we ain't friends. I will knock you on your ass and there's nothing my brother can do to stop me." He glared at Kevin.
"That's how it is, bro?" Kevin sidestepped Demitri. "We've been through a lot and you're gonna let some whore…"
As soon as the words left Kevin's mouth, Donovan's punch knocked Kevin in the slushy pool.
"I told you, Kevin!" Donovan yelled.
"Donovan!" Demitri fished a dripping and shivering Kevin from the pool.
"You alright?" Demitri asked, but it was no use. Kevin dashed after Donovan. Kevin dove for Donovan's legs, knocking him to the ground. Kevin used his brute strength to pin Donovan's chest to the ground while delivering a few quick jabs to his ribs.
With a quick burst of energy Donavan slugged Kevin on his left temple with his elbow point.
As Kevin swayed, Donovan threw Kevin off, then stood. Donavan's dark blue jeans were caked with mud and wet from the melting ice and snow. His white turtle neck was ruined with rips and ground-in stains. He spat crimson drops on the ground. Donavan wiped the blood from his lip on the tip of his sleeve.
"I don't wanna do this, Kevin. Enough. Take your ass-whippin' like a man. Get the fuck out!" Donovan snarled. His blood felt as if molten lava flowed through his veins. His anger erupted like a volcano.
Donavan wanted Kevin so he could figure out how to get Kiora back. Tomorrow was her birthday and…
Donovan was so consumed by his thoughts, he'd blocked out his brother's warning until he was too late. Kevin picked up a large rock and hurled in at Donovan. He felt the impact of the rock against his skull. It made a sickening cracking sound echoing in his sub-conscious. It was last he remembered before darkness engulfed him.
I love this story and I hope you will too. If you've enjoyed the snippets you've read today then check them at www.redrosepublishing.com
I've also finished my diamond in the rough and submitted so cross your fingers for me on that side, okay? Maybe next month I can share some good news on that submission. As for now, my time in this jungle is over. Watch out spooky monsters over the weekend. Please remember that I now have a blogtalk radio show every Saturday at 6pm, here's the link. www.blogtalkradio.com/oneworldonevoice
You can listen live, download to a podcast, join us in the chat or call in and have a ball with the topic of the week.
So be there or B square.lol
Hugs and smooches,
Raven Starr
Making Dreams into Reality
www.ravenkstarr.com
www.redrosepublishing.com
This weekend, I'm heading off to a supposedly haunted hotel. The Mission Inn, in Riverside, California, is a beautiful old hotel that spans an entire city block. I've stayed there several times in several different rooms. Only once have we had anything unusual happen and that was an odd knocking on our door very early one morning. We were staying in one of the rooms on the fourth floor, unfortunately I don't remember the room number. The sun was shining, so it's hard to think that the soft knocking was caused by anything otherworldly; however, there wasn't a soul on the walkway anywhere near our room. It's easier to believe it was someone in the room next door banging around.
