Rhea Regale

Erotic Romance Author

Blog Hop Fun

The wonderful Michelle Roth nominated me to participate in this blog hop.  I’m so excited to take part.  Thank you for stopping by!  Here is a little about Michelle:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth

Now, before we get to the fun stuff, those little tidbits about my writing and what makes me tick, here’s a little about me:

I grew up in New Jersey, a short drive outside of Manhattan. I was a busy kid, always somewhere doing something. Dance, gymnastics, swimming, you name it. Yes, I was one of those kids who didn’t come home until it was dinner time, played with friends on the street, rode bikes like it was going out of style. My best friend and I used to “produce” our own movies and play wizards and witches on the playground at school. I’ve always had an imagination that ran wild, and when I was in my pre-teens, I finally put all those outlandish ideas packed in my head to good use. I started writing stories, horror/thriller stories, when I was eleven. Romance wasn’t even a consideration until I was in my early twenties. When I made the cross from horror to romance, I discovered exactly what I should have been writing all along, and I’ve been writing romance ever since.

Now, I live in Florida with my husband and our two children. I write everyday, as much as time allows. My ultimate goal is to write full-time, and I’m hoping there will come a day when I can make that transition to obtain my dream.  My books are available at www.bookstrand.com/rhea-regale and www.bookstrand.com/leah-blake.

Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty.

1) What are you working on?

The answer to this depends on the day :) Right now, I’m working on book 7 of the Boys of Sinn Island series under a new pseudonym, Leah Blake. I have book eight in the mixer. I also have a new paranormal series I’m working on, which will be another ManLove series under Leah, and I’m trying to plot out the first four or five books.  Anyone who knows me knows plotting and I have a love-hate relationship.

 

2) How does your work differ from others in your genre?

I am a sucker for deep emotion and troubled characters. I love to evoke emotions in my readers.  I also want my readers to cheer my characters on, rooting for their happy-ever-after.  Some of my writing edges on the side of dark and gritty, but there is always a happily ever after. Lately, however, I’ve been writing a little lighter. Sinn Island is fun, carefree, and a dream getaway, even if the characters are layered with conflict and dark pasts. Even the uber rich have issue to deal with.  Money doesn’t buy everything.  It’s a unique place with a unique group of visitors, which makes it…unique :)

 

3) Why do you write what you write?

I write what the characters want me to write. I’m writing ManLove for Siren right now, but I’ve written ménage, both paranormal and contemporary, and I’ve written traditional MF erotic romance. I write what I feel is important for me to write, what I’m connecting with most at the time.  If I can’t connect with my characters, the story becomes flawed and hollow.  I’m not happy with it, and I don’t expect my readers to be happy with it, hence why it wouldn’t go out.  Sinn Island has sucked me in, and I foresee writing many stories in this series.

 

4) How does your writing process work?

My writing process isn’t really anything routine or special. With little ones running around, I write when I have the opportunity to write. Unfortunately, that’s usually during the night when everyone’s asleep. I am most productive when I have at least an hour or two of uninterrupted time to get into the groove and let the juices flow. I try to write chronologically because I don’t usually plot. I’ve found when I do plot, the story doesn’t stay on track. Nine out of ten times, it goes in a completely different direction. Trying to force a story to stay on track is a losing battle.

 

Countdown to Release

3 days until the release of Mine at Midnight, the first Boys of Sinn Island book under my new pseudonym, Leah Blake!  Don’t miss the beginning of this exciting, sexy new series!  Available for pre-order at www.bookstrand.com/mine-at-midnight.

Blurb:

 

ecm-lb-bosi-mineatmidnight-fullMarcus Stark still lives with the pain of abandonment five years after his lover disappeared from his life without an explanation, never forgetting the only man he ever loved. When he learns Trevor has booked a pricey reservation on Sinn Island, he intends to claim his runaway lover as his submissive in hopes of learning why he left.

 

Trevor Dawson’s need to set things straight with Marcus leaves him with a drained savings account and a weekend pass to a new, exclusive Caribbean island, and his ex-lover’s newest haunt. On a whim, he contracts himself to be a submissive only to learn identities are a secret, as are the real owners of Sinn.

 

Marcus can’t lose Trevor again, and he’s willing to break the rules of Sinn to capture Trevor’s heart. When Trevor reveals the reason he left Marcus, they must make a daunting decision. Can they overcome the dark stain of their past? Or will they suffer heartache as the weekend comes to an end?

 

 

 

Excerpt:

“Marcus,” he called out before doubt had any chance to strangle him. Marcus slowed down and turned, his shaded eyes hiding the core of his expression, which appeared damn stoic and unfazed. Trevor stepped up to him, hands fisted by his sides to hold back the fiery burn to kiss the man and beg for forgiveness.

Marcus lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and stared at him through dark blue eyes. Trevor swallowed down the memories of those eyes, how they darkened to navy when emotions claimed his lover or how they lightened, if only a little, with playfulness. He spent hours loving to look into Marcus’s eyes, his soul, the inspiration for his art in so many paintings.

“Back there. I wasn’t expecting to see you and, well, it kinda caught me off guard,” Trevor sputtered. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut for a spilt second. No, idiot. “What I mean is, I didn’t come here to vacation. I’m here because I was hoping to find you here too.”

“You struck deep, didn’t you?” Marcus asked, making a slight motion to his own neck. Trevor shifted, ignoring the tightness the collar produced with each bolus of anxiety.

“I didn’t know where to start, but I remembered how things used to be and figured I’d give it a try.”

Damn, his face was burning under the piercing scrutiny of his former lover. His closeness, however left his cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans, craving to indulge in what they once shared.

“I didn’t mean to come off rude, but seeing you again…” Trevor groaned, fisting a hand in his hair. He was never good at speaking under pressure. Leveling his gaze with Marcus, he said, “I’m so sorry about everything.”

“How did you know to come here? It’s not a road trip away,” Marcus pressed, taking a single step closer to Trevor. A good four or five feet still hung between them, but the short gap that Marcus struck away was enough to surround Trevor with the dominating thrum of Marcus’s presence.

Trevor licked his lips, warmth creeping up his neck. “I nosed around a little. A friend of a friend.”

“And how did this ‘friend of a friend’ know of my business on Sinn? Identities are meant to be kept secret here.”

Trevor snorted and rolled his eye to the vibrant green canopy of fronds and the denser casuarinas overhead. “You haven’t been the most inconspicuous as of late. You’ve been a pretty hard partier, hitting headlines in tabloids and such. It wasn’t that difficult to track you down once I knew for certain where to look.”

“And your hunt led you to a private island in the Caribbean that hosts risqué and taboo parties for the wealthy and provides a private sanctuary for those of high society to let loose their desires and indulge.” Another step. The air turned dense and hard to breathe. Trevor refused to step back, even though the sharp edges of Marcus’s personality glimmered in the outer rings of his irises. “What are your desires, Trevor?” He flicked the tag on the collar, his lips curling back. “Did you find it last night?”

Trevor stared at him for a long moment, trying to breathe. Marcus’s voice dipped low, liquid gravel creeping down his spine. That tone, sexually charged and alive…He recognized it.

My Master.

Trevor blinked, thankful for the sunglasses still covering his eyes. Marcus was his Master. This man standing before him, the man who owned him heart and soul off this island, owned him for the next two nights on Sinn.

He bit back the urge to divulge Marcus in this knowledge. If he did, he’d break two bold-and-underlined rules of Breakers—anonymity and privacy.

Maybe I’m wishing for too much. Maybe he isn’t my Master.

“It depends on the aspect you ask,” Trevor finally said, his voice thick with his mounting arousal.

One last step. They stood toe-to-toe, the narrow space between them pulsing with unspent energy. In five years of separation, one thing never died. The raw desire and carefully restrained urgency still hummed as loud and clear as it had during their year-long relationship.

“You, Trevor, are claimed by a Dom. You know what that means, right?” Marcus asked, raising his brows. Trevor nodded once, noting the challenge that lay beneath the man’s expression.

“I belong to another while on the island.”

“Very good. So you standing here with me can cause a major dilemma if your Dom catches you.”

“What if my Dom is you?” Trevor couldn’t stop himself before the words spilled out of his mouth. He wanted to know if Marcus was his Master, and if he could give himself over completely once night fell.

Marcus’s eyes darkened, and a dangerous curl came to the corners of his mouth.

God, I want to kiss you. I want to taste your mouth again.

“Then your Dom has found you and knows you breached agreement.”

 

CONTEST TIME!

<3 CONTEST TIME <3

I’m trying to build up my Author Page on Facebook for a few reasons.  1-I’m very active on FB, 2-I truly enjoy interacting with readers and can do that more easily on FB, 3-All of my news is up-to-date on FB, as I post daily, and 4-Why not?  I’m not giving up this site, but I would love to get to know those who drop by who I  haven’t “met” yet :D

The Rules:

1: Click on the link below and “Like” my page.

www.facebook.com/rhearegaleauthor

2: Post a comment on my Author page (Hi! is perfect :) )

3: If you refer a friend, make sure they tag you in a comment.  I will enter you twice ;D

4: This contest will close midnight EST, July 11, 2014.

The Prize: An autographed copy of Tempted by Her Trinity.  If I reach 150 likes, I will be giving away an autographed copy to 2 lucky winners!  Every additional 50 likes, another copy and another winner :)

Super simple!  My goal is to reach at least 100 likes.  Everyone who has liked my page will have a chance to win.  Many of my future contests will be hosted on my Author Page-not through my website or on my personal FB page-so you will have those opportunities to win prizes as well.  With 6 scheduled releases between July and November at his time (hopefully many more before the end of the year), there will be many contests, and not only for books.  I’m looking into some fun swag and bundles as well.

Don’t be shy!  Come play!  The more who participate, the more prizes there will be.  Tell your friends about the contest, share the link, and don’t forget to tell anyone you refer to tag you in their comment!  I look forward to announcing winners!  Good Luck!

xoxo

Rhea

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, vampires, bondage, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]

After two hundred years, Zandra Arella’s Awakening brings a frightening twist. Three of the four Elders have been destroyed, her sire the final target. Zandra has little time to learn the ways of this new world. Each hour she delays in tracking down the lethal Trinity is an hour her enemy has gained.

Lucien, Damion, and Tor Corrington are no strangers to their father’s greedy demands and cunning ideas. They disregard his claim that the Assassin is hunting them down until they cross paths with Zandra. Her acute knowledge of a strange vampire-specific virus, the sudden depletion of succubi, and a cryptic concern for the Elders and their Assassin leaves the brothers, especially Lucien, certain the woman hides more than she shares.

Passions erupt between Zandra and the Corrington brothers, but with pleasure comes haunting secrets and dark betrayals. She has one chance to save Sire, the vampire breed, and her Trinity, and to convince the brothers to trust her and hope that following her heart doesn’t kill her…again.

 

 

 

Boys of Sinn Island 5 & 6

Hi everyone!

Hope your summer is starting off…hot.  I know mine is.  Florida in the summer is pretty brutal.  We spend most of the time inside, unless there is pool/ocean access within a few yards.  Disney?  Out of the question.  No way will you find me walking around ultra crowded parks in 100+ weather. No thank you :)

So, my latest news?  I’m officially an RN!  Over two years of working for this and it’s finally here :D  I can’t express how much of a relief it is to see that license.  It’s real!  Now, to find a job…

The second bit of news?  Books 5 and 6 of the Boys of Sinn Island series have been accepted by Siren and have projected release dates for October and November of this year.  Book 5, Mine to Keep, is a story based on two best friends who hold deeper feelings for each other that are revealed only when their friendship is tested.  Book 6, Yours to Claim, is an intense story about a man coming out and the crush who helps him learn about his suppressed desires.  Yes, hot hot hot!  I’ll be posting covers and blurbs soon, so keep checking back.

Also, I’m in the midst of setting up a website dedicated specifically to Leah Blake and the work I produce under that name.  Once the site is up and running, I’ll post the link.  Be sure to check it out :D

As of today, I’ll be starting the first book in the spinoff series for Sinn Island.  I can’t wait to check out these characters and how they make things work between them.

xoxo

Rhea

Cover Love Time

Hello my friends!

I’m so excited to share the cover for Mine at Midnight with you!  This entire Boys of Sinn Island series has taken me by storm.  I love these characters.  I love the setting–who wouldn’t want to escape to an island of decadent pleasures…and darkest passions?  I can’t wait to share some little snippets ;)

ecm-lb-bosi-mineatmidnight-fullIf you missed one of my earlier posts or Facebook announcements, this series will be published under my new pseudonym, Leah Blake.  Oh, don’t worry.  The spin-off will be under Rhea :)  And there’s a lot to write about when you have a never-ending supply of rich and extravagant customers begging to take up a cottage or villa on this private island.

So, have I piqued your interest?  Want to know a little more about Mine at Midnight?  Well, here’s the blurb:

 

Marcus Stark still lives with the pain of abandonment five years after his lover disappeared from his life without an explanation, never forgetting the only man he ever loved. When he learns Trevor has booked a pricey reservation on Sinn Island, he intends to claim his runaway lover as his submissive in hopes of learning why he left.

Trevor Dawson’s need to set things straight with Marcus leaves him with a drained savings account and a weekend pass to a new, exclusive Caribbean island, and his ex-lover’s newest haunt. On a whim, he contracts himself to be a submissive only to learn identities are a secret as the real owners of Sinn.

Marcus can’t lose Trevor again, and he’s willing to break the rules of Sinn to capture Trevor’s heart. When Trevor reveals the reason he left Marcus, they must make a daunting decision. Can they overcome the dark stain of their past? Or will they suffer heartache as the weekend comes to an end?

 

Keep checking back for more information about my boys of Sinn :)

xoxo

Rhea

Tara Rose’s Summer Sizzling Promo

Hi everyone!

The wonderful Tara Rose is hosting a Summer Sizzling Promo on her blog from June 2nd through July 4th!  Don’t miss the fun as she pimps authors, blurbs, book covers, and excerpts for the next month.  Never know what gems you might find to steam up the sand a little more ;)

Each week, a different genre pairing will be featured.  To kicked it off, meet those hot couples invested in a MMF relationship, followed by MFM, MM, MF, and FFM and MFMM.  Tara will be featuring my books from June 2nd through June 14th, so be sure to check them out :)

Interested?

Just click on the link to the right that says Summer Sizzling Promo and you’ll be taken directly to her blog.  Or, you can click on the link below.  Hope you enjoy!

http://sizzlingpromo.blogspot.com/p/summer-sizzling-promo-2014.html

xoxo

Rhea

Brand New News

Happy May.  Here’s wishing everyone a fun and safe Memorial Day!

Can you believe we’re almost halfway through this year?  I absolutely can’t!  Before I know it, Christmas will be here again.  My heels are dug deep into the ground, trying to halt time best I can.  Maybe that’s why I don’t sleep.  I try to squeeze out every last drop of the day.

I know I posted this last time, but if you are on Facebook and have not friended me, please go ahead and send me a request.  I’ve been busy, but I am always on my page at least once a day.  Oh, and I’ve created an Author Page (www.facebook.com/rhearegaleauthor).  Be sure to “Like” the page, as I plan on having many fun and exciting events hosted there.

Looking for some new news?  I think I might have it for you.  I’ve been working on a project the past couple months.  I submitted a brand new series to my publisher, and I can officially say it has been accepted!

So, how many of you would like to take a trip to the Caribbean, where there’s this exclusive little island?  It’s costly, but what you get is well worth the cash.  Identities are strictly confidential, so you can do whatever your deepest, darkest, sexiest heart desires without fear of exposure to the world.292c63eb8750d5ad15228cc591d413f3

Welcome to pleasure in any form you can imagine.

Welcome to Sinn Island.

Ah, yes.  A lovely Caribbean retreat for your imagination, starting with Mine at Midnight coming to you in July.  Yours to Crave, Break Me Now, and Tempt Me Not will follow between August and September.  I will give you fair warning.  The Boys of Sinn Island series is M/M and will be published under a brand new pseudonym, Leah Blake.  However, I am going to be starting the spin-off which will be menage (M/F/M) under Rhea.  After all, an entire island of some strangers and some regulars, there is a mix to be had.

I can’t wait to start sharing little tidbits about these boys.  They’re something else.  Sexy, sinful, melt-right-off-the-bone delightful.  Some are rich.  Some are not.  Some have tattoos.  Some have dark pasts.  Some are battling for love while others are blind to it.

There is something to be said about the relaxing island air here on Sinn.  It brings peace to one’s soul.  Recuperation.  Anyone who’s visited will tell you, you will need every ounce of energy for your four days, three nights, on this island.  When the sun goes down, the party starts, and you don’t want to miss the fun that happens at Sinn’s premiere night club.

Oh, I’m sorry.  The owners just informed me that I can’t release the details of the club just yet.  After all, it’s not public knowledge.  What happens here on Sinn, well, you all know the saying.

Be on the look out for more news about Sinn and the boys that rule the white sands and crystalline waters.

And don’t forget to Like my Author Page for current news about upcoming releases :)

xoxo

Rhea

Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 4

Happy April everyone!

These past few months have been hectic, to say the least.  I apologize for being absent here, but my absence has been for good reason.  If you are not friends with me on Facebook, click on my Facebook link and friend me :)  I’m active on my page with daily updates of upcoming events and works.

But while you’re here, I’ll give you a brief update.  Most may know I’ve been heavily involved in school.  Graduation is approaching…next week!  This is the light at the end of the tunnel I’ve been striving for for over two years.  The only thing left to do after I graduate is pass my boards and I will be officially licensed as a RN.  It’s been a long, stressful journey, one that I had to constantly push my need to write aside for.  I want to thank every one of my readers for your continued support during these months.

In addition, the fourth book in the Casanova Cowboys series is finally out.  My sexy sheriff of Ryder has his story of heartache and rediscovery with the help of his best friend and a woman who will lead him to find love again. Rylan’s story is one filled with emotion, both raw and reserved, so be prepared for a wild ride :)

Landon and Colton will have their stories told this year, if all goes as planned.  Right now, I started a new series, a M/M series that will be finished within the next few weeks.  If this 5-book series is accepted, I plan to have it under a new name.  I’ll keep everyone posted.  I’ve plotted out a spin-off of this series that will remain under Rhea, a MFM series for those who love a good, hearty menage.  I am also going to start writing a new trilogy that has been nagging me for weeks.  Needless to say, there are many projects on my plate.  Graduation couldn’t come at a better time :-D

I will leave you with an excerpt from my latest best selling novel, Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys.  Don’t miss this deep, touching story!

xoxo

Rhea

Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys

www.bookstrand.com/briannas-sinful-cowboys

“He’s a good man, Bree,” Jackson said, his breath caressing the side of her face. An airy kiss touched her cheek. “I’ve known him for as long as I can remember. I know him very well.”

“I don’t doubt that, Jax.”

“I know you’ve done somethin’ to him.”

Brianna’s serenity faded. She straightened off the comfort of Jackson’s shoulder and looked up at him. Jackson shook his head, his thumb strumming her lower lip.

“Yeah, you have, honey. He’s like a short-circuitin’ flip switch. The man doesn’t know which way to turn.”

The stitch between her brows deepened, her lips falling apart. She didn’t want to hear this. She fought to convince herself Rylan hated her to save her sanity. She loved Jackson, loved him with all her heart.

Until the big, bad sheriff came into her life.

“Why are you tellin’ me this?” Brianna asked. “We’re here to make that deal and we’re leavin’.” She stopped swaying, her hands dropping from his shoulders to his chest. “Aren’t we?”

Everything about his expression should have led her to believe he was genuine when he answered. “Yes, baby. Deal and gone.”

But she had come to learn Jackson’s expressions, and something lingered now that made her doubt his intentions. Would his loyalties to his friend, his old hometown that he never “fit into” become a conflict of interest?

“Jax, you know what this deal means to me. You know I need this promotion,” Brianna said.

“Bree, I know everythin’, but you don’t need a promotion to cut ties with your mother.” He touched her temple, followed by her chest. “Here and here, my love. That’s what counts. Be happy in your heart. Be sound in your mind. Don’t prove anythin’ to anyone, only to yourself and you’ll be free.”

He cupped the back of her head and laid her cheek to his shoulder once more. “As for Ry, let me just say that I think he’s got an eye for you like no other.”

“You’re up to somethin’.”

“Not up to anythin’. Pointin’ out a fact is all.”

She pressed her lips together for a long moment. “Really, Jax?” A short laugh escaped her. “I think I know you better than that. You’re simmerin’, and probably with those thoughts about threesomes we’ve joked about.”

His smile held a pronounced mischievousness. His eyes darkened, shadows casting through his expression. She knew that look, knew it meant he had something edgy and inappropriate, maybe even a little dangerous, coming together in his intriguing brain.

Her thoughts were disturbed when someone reached for Jackson. Rylan leaned into his friend, his head turned away from Brianna, and spoke close to Jackson’s ear. Jackson responded, his words muffled by the music. Rylan straightened up, shaking his head even as Jackson tugged him up to Brianna.

“I’ll be right back. Ry’ll teach you a thing or two about dancin’,” Jackson said. He pecked her cheek and sidled through the crowd, disappearing in a mass of cowboy hats, tank tops, and T-shirts.

Brianna shot Rylan a confused look, a rush of weakness pouring down her legs. He shrugged, holding out his hand.

“What do you want to know about country dancin’?” he asked. She glanced at his hand and recalled the strength in those fingers, the heat that permeated her flesh from his palm. Guiding her gaze along his bared forearms, the thick muscle and defined veins, to the bunched thermal sweatshirt at his elbow, she lost the ability to swallow. “Or do you?”

Her full attention flew up to his face, catching at his lips for a brief moment. He was watching her, those shadowed eyes peeling apart each molecule of her being in the most invasive and—god help me—erotic way.

“What are you willin’ to teach me, Sheriff?” Brianna asked, easing her hand in his. Her voice dipped, a sexual husk filtering into the last few words. Rylan’s lips curled ever-so-slowly, a seductive motion that demanded her full, unfettered focus. The shadow of a dimple formed in his left cheek, his fingers folding around hers. He angled his head slightly, his eyes narrowing enough to leave her heart racing in her chest.

“Some valuable lessons that come with bein’ part of Ryder.”

“Ryder the town? Or Ryder the family?”

Rylan led her in a slow circle under his arm. As she came back to face him, his smile had grown. She didn’t miss the sharp edge that accompanied it when his other arm slinked around her waist and brought her close.

“Both, Miss Cabot.”

Tempted by Her Trinity Excerpt

Don’t miss the exciting novel, Tempted by Her Trinity!

Here’s a fresh new excerpt to get you revved up ;)

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Tempted by Her Trinity

www.bookstrand.com/tempted-by-her-trinity

Lucien seethed, self-hatred mixing with disgust and anguish, creating an awfully lethal concoction stirring inside him. Zandra pulled herself off the sofa and came to stand in front of him, toe-to- toe, her eyes brimming with sympathy.

I don’t deserve your pity, sweetheart. You have no idea just who you keep company with.

“I know,” Zandra whispered, pressing a hand flat against his chest. Her eyes narrowed with sadness. “I know loyalty that deep.”

“Do you?” Lucien loosened his fingers from the wineglass to keep from shattering the crystal. “Who is lucky enough to have earned your loyalty?”

“Someone who saved my life a long time ago. A man who took me into his care when I was certain I would die. He nursed me back to health and I’ve been loyal to him ever since.”

Tor came up behind Zandra. The shift in his brother’s demeanor helped him shed the putrid emotions long enough to realize what Zandra might be implying. His gut rolled unnaturally at the mention of another man holding precedence in this woman’s life. Lucien sure as hell may not deserve her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want her. Oh, he wanted her. Bad enough he would gladly tell her anything she wanted to know about him.

“If your loyalty is with another man, what are you doin’ here with us?” Tor asked.

Zandra looked at him over her shoulder, a crease between her brows. “There are males and females, Tor. One sex or the other. A man saved my life and for that, I am forever grateful. My loyalty is not of any romantic element. I have always considered him a father.” She laughed softly. “If a female had been the one to save me, I would possess the same degree of loyalty for her as I have for the man. I owe him my life, and I protect him with everything I have.”

“What happened?” Lucien asked, taking the edge off his voice. He raised a hand to her hair and slid down the silky strands, over the slender slope of her shoulder, down her arm, and came to rest against her hand. Her fingers folded between his on her own accord.

“A lover’s jealousy is not a pleasant beast to face. My lover did not approve of me speaking with other men in fear of losing me. One night, he decided that he would make certain I would never leave him, and almost succeeded. He stabbed me numerous times and left me for dead.”

Anger welled, pushing his canines down from his gums and squeezing a hiss from his lungs. Tor’s arm slinked around her waist as he drew up against her back, holding her tight. Zandra’s head rested against his brother’s chest.

“Who is this person who harmed you?” Lucien growled. Zandra lifted their locked hand and pressed a finger to his lips.

“It happened a long time ago, Lucien. He was dealt with.”

“Does that have anything to do with your refusal for an exchange?” Tor asked. Lucien didn’t miss the dark threat in his tone. This revelation struck them both intense and without warning. They may have only met this woman, but Lucien wasn’t about to toss the alien emotions aside.

“In a sense, maybe. I’ve never allowed myself to get close to anyone after that,” Zandra confessed. “I protect what is mine in hopes that one day, I can trust a man enough to give him myself without fear.”

A piece of Lucien’s soul cracked, and for the first time in decades, peace filtered through his eternal darkness. He and his brothers crossed paths with a woman who they believed would be a fun night, but with each hour of having her around, Lucien began to wonder if their meeting was purely coincidental or if something more powerful was at work.

Tor handed Lucien his glass and Lucien twisted, placing them on the table. He relieved Zandra of hers before gently pressing his fingertips to her breast. Her flesh was warm and soft. The beat of her heart was quick but steady, a reassuring pace that made him yearn for a beat of his own.

“Stay with us, Zandra,” Tor murmured, kissing the top of her head. Her lips parted, her lashes fluttering closed. Lucien dipped his head and dragged his lips over her cheek. “For as long as you can.”

“I can’t make any promises,” Zandra cooed.

“No promises needed, sweetheart,” Lucien whispered against her ear. “A simple request.” He wanted a promise, but knew better than to ask. They all knew at some point, this rendezvous would end. Giving up everything to relocate to one central place for the sake of a woman was not ideal. Why couldn’t it be? “To enjoy the company we may keep during our stay.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head up enough to come level with her face. The smallest of smiles touched the corners of her mouth. “I would be honored to remain as long as I can.”

Christmas Contest for $15.00 Strandbucks

With Christmas quickly approaching, I figured I’d love to give one winner an early Christmas present.  The contest is simple.  All you have to do is share one special holiday tradition in the comments and you’ll be entered to win $15.00 Strandbucks to buy yourself a few books on your wish list at Siren-Bookstrand!

Contest will run through Christmas Eve (9:59 pm EST so I can choose a winner before midnight), and the winner will have a present from Santa for Christmas Day.

I’ll start.  No, I’m not eligible for the prize ;)

One special holiday tradition we share in my family is watching Polar Express while enjoying hot chocolate.  My husband and I first saw the movie in the theaters, despite the not-so-good reviews we read in the papers and online.  We LOVED it!  It was a different kind of movie, not filled with talk and action, but lent a wonderful experience and excitement in a subtle way.  I don’t think there is anything I didn’t like about the movie.  Sure, the characters didn’t have names.  Sure, it wasn’t a musical like most children’s movies.  Sure, it had a quirky sense of humor.  To me, the fact that it was different made it special.
I bought it as soon as it came out on DVD.  My son (who is now 9 and still loves the movie) and I watched it, and I’ve turned it into a tradition, something special my husband and I can share with our children.  That same year, Santa brought my son a Lionel Polar Express train, and it goes up under the tree year after year (we’d do my grandfather good, a man who loved his planes, trains, and automobiles, and collected Lionel trains).  This year was the first year my daughter watched it and is enamored by it.  Previously, she’s been too young, but she loves it so much it’s on all the time.  “Chocolate” has become a very common request, as well as “choo-choo train” and “elf”.

But this is what the holidays are all about.  Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanza, or any holiday, it’s about making memories that last a lifetime, and that can continue from generation to generation.

Merry Christmas,

Happy Holidays,

xoxo

Rhea

Here are some pictures of our Polar Express train :)

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