Thursday, October 31, 2013

Hallowe'en Blog Hop

Welcome to the Trick or Treat! Hallowe'en Blog Hop organized by Romancing the Blog. You have a chance to win my e-book and a $5 Amazon GC and this is how you can win them:

1. To win an e-book of my story

Please peruse the links below to check out my stories and comment to this post and tell me which story you would like to have. All comments will go into a hat and I will pick one winner!

2. To win a $5 Amazon GC

Please peruse the links and share one of my stories on your Facebook or Twitter account. Tag me so I will know that you've shared. To get me tagged, type @Iyana Jenna on Facebook or @IyanaJenna on Twitter. All tags will go into a hat and I will pick one winner!

Here are the links where you can find my stories:
Alfie Dog Fiction

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

In the Spotlight: Elodie Parkes

Today I'm so happy to welcome my fellow Evernight author, Elodie Parkes. :)

Hi, thank you for inviting me here to talk about my hot new Evernight release, ‘Night of the Horse’.
The inspiration for the book came from seeing a paddock with more than thirty horses grazing in it. I have to travel sometimes with my job, and there’s a particular route I need to take to get to one part of the county. It takes me through beautiful countryside and past what I believe is the back of a horse stud. The first time I saw the paddock full of horses they were dotted about grazing. It’s a massive grassy area that slopes upwards to a hedgerow. I slowed my Jeep right down to look at the horses, but another vehicle suddenly came along on the country road and I had to drive on. On my way back, I hoped to see the horse again, but they were gone.
When I was asked to go that way again for work, I took my camera, hoping to photograph the horses, because they are all different colors and sizes, and very lovely.
The paddock was full of them again and they were running, galloping around and around as if they were in some mysterious race only they knew about. I found a place to take my Jeep off the road and walked back to photograph them. I’d only taken a few minutes to do it, but when I reached the paddock where the fence allowed access, only two horses were left, a white one with a long flowing mane and a tall glossy black one. Who knows where the others had gone, maybe over the hill through a gap in hedgerow I couldn’t see.
I stood by the fence and both horses walked down to me. I had climbed onto the bottom wooden bar of the fence and balanced there. The black one came right away up to me and nudged my shoulder. Then the white one pushed his head away turned back to me and nodded. I think they were used to someone coming along with apples or carrots, but it was funny and so nice to have those two gorgeous animals communicate with me like that.
On my way back home after work the paddock was empty. That night I started writing, ‘Night of the Horse.’

I’ve chosen to introduce one of my heroes, but there are really three.
Both the male characters are heroes and the female too, as they all save each other from the lonely life that’s befallen them. How they do it and the journey to salvation is the story.

‘Night of the Horse’
A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?

Meet Jude
He’s six feet tall, fit, and muscled.
His hair is shoulder length, dark and glossy.
His eyes are sapphire blue.
He’s traveled a lot in his life, sometimes to hide from scrutiny.
His favorite clothes are faded denims and black boots, except when he’s a dance partner in his best friend’s classes, when he wears a tux.
He doesn’t sleep much and so takes walks in the night.
He’s lonely and looking for love.
He’s an artist.
He’s passionate, enigmatic, and sexy.
He has his own business.

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About Elodie Parkes
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

Excerpt from Night of the Horse

She gazed at Jude. When he opened his arms to her, she went into them. He held her close, a hand in her hair and an arm around her waist, cradling her against his chest. She raised her head, and Jude bent his, until his lips were so close to hers it was agony as she craved his kiss.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, unable to stand the wait.
Jude kissed her. A wave of desire started in her stomach and reached to between her legs, where she pulsed with need. He kissed her and she clung to him, kissing him back eagerly. Jude held her head and moved his face against hers as they caught their breath. His eyelashes brushed her cheek.
“Do you want more?” His voice was velvet, dark and enticing.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013

Trick or Treat Halloween Blog Hop

We don't celebrate Halloween in our country but if you want to talk ghost at my house, you come to the right place! Let me list what we have here

- My first encounter with a supernatural being was when I was still a baby. I'm not sure how old I was but my mom said I kept crying at night, unable to sleep, because of this Grandpa Bell. My family told me that he was a Dutch man and he used to stay at our house. He scared me although according to my family he didn't do anything. My folk decided to ask him to leave.

- As I grew older, I lost my ability to see those supernatural things. I'll just tell you what one of my uncles said about them. He's the one who can see such things. He said there was a huge cat in this house and according to him our cats who survive living here can see it and are not afraid of it. Those who didn't survive might be because they were afraid of the huge cat.

- There is also the spirit of a girl who was a native of this city. People in my neighborhood said she was beautiful and always took care of her appearance. Well, no wonder. I kept running out of my powder that I kept in my closet. It was always finished so fast but nobody else used it but me.

- There was a creature that once showed himself to my uncle in a form of a man. My uncle said to drop the pretense. The creature then showed his real self, which was, according to my uncle, very, very scary.

- I like to sleep in the living room. Several times already I've been awakened by someone or something that slammed his hand next to my head.

Anyway, I'm not really afraid living here. I've been here since I was born, mind you. :) And I think the beings here never mean bad to us. I believe if we don't have bad intentions to them, they are not going to bother us. And I believe that they exist. They just live in a different dimension.

How about you? Do you have any supernatural experience?

And now, it's your time to win some prize! :D Let's do something a bit different. You are invited to get any of my stories, forward the proof of purchase to me, and you'll be entered into a draw to win $10 from Paypal. Isn't that great? :D
Here are some easy places to check out my stories:  

Alfie Dog Fiction

And my email is

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Friday, October 25, 2013

Cover Reveal: S.R. Howen

Cover Reveal -- Life Flight by Shaunna Wolf

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Life Flight

Erotic Romance/Mystery 

Malachi Blackfeather has spent twenty years in the Army. Two of those years as a Vietnam POW. Now that he's out, all he wants is some peace and quiet to figure out what to do with the rest of his life. Between the flashbacks, and an over interest in sex that is now being called sex addiction, finding his path isn't easy.

Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her". She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.

When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?

Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.

**Warning: This is a mature adult novel. Recommended for readers 18+ due to sexual content and adult language.

December 2013

Thursday, October 24, 2013

In the Spotlight: Voss Foster

Today I'm so happy to welcome Voss Foster with his new book, Zirkua Fantastic!

Circuses, real circuses, don' just happen. Before anyone can even consider driving a stake into the ground, the advance comes along. It's a crew that, in times past, would have stapled and tacked flyers for the coming circus up to two weeks in advance of the circus' arrival. Nowadays, they're more likely to call newspapers and magazines, put up flyers on bulletin boards, and give local businesses tickets to sell. But they still work ahead of the circus.

The problem I came across while writing Zirkua Fantastic was that, because of the way that the magic worked, I couldn't have an advance. I had to rely on the spontaneous urge, most often on weekdays, to go to a circus. No warning, no time to plan. That doesn't work, not in reality.

But I had a full complement of performers to work with. What better way to work up a hype quickly than to display the talents the audience could see? Well, there's only one better way: a touch of magic.


Zirkua Fantastic has been steadily running since 1753, amazing its patrons with acts of otherworldly skill and prowess. But that talent comes at a steep price: each artist must give a year of his or her life to the circus. None of them know why, only that the circus' owners will go to whatever lengths are necessary to ensure it. Toby, the hoop dancer at Zirkua Fantastic and son of one of the owners, is content with his life: he enjoys performing and Zirkua's wandering life, and even has a boyfriend among the circus' hawkers. But when a new artist arrives, bringing with him a strange flask and a number of odd occurrences, Toby falls face-first into the truth behind the circus: Its contracts bind King Jester, the immortal embodiment of chaos.

Zirkua's performances and contracts have held King Jester prisoner for centuries, but now something's amiss. King Jester's sister, Dragon, has escaped her own bonds and is working to free her brother, and his power is growing. If he is loosed on the world, it will mean the worst war in human history and the end of civilization... unless Zirkua Fantastic can find a way to stop him.


As the caravan rambled down the interstate, Tobias rolled onto his side. The prop wagon wasn't the most comfortable. He'd have to opt out of practice to sleep once they got the tent up. No hope for that here.

He tossed aside the air silk he'd been using as a blanket and sat up, looking around, listening to the truck's tires thud across potholes and cracked pavement. He checked the straps holding the crates, tightened one that had loosened on the drive. "Crap." If one came loose, others could, too. He pushed himself off his stack of crates and toppled when they hit a particularly nasty bump. "When was the last time they fixed up this road?" He dragged himself up and stumbled toward the rear door of the truck, cranking straps tighter as he went. Once he got used to the movement, he sped up, tightening down all the cargo in fifteen or twenty minutes. Only the first strap had come loose.

Wood scraped against wood. His heart beat faster, breath catching. He scanned through the truck. Nothing had moved, to his eye. "Just another bump." Palm pressed to his chest, he tried to force his heartbeat back down to something normal. "Nothing to worry about."

He sat back on his crates and wrapped himself in the air silk. Sleeping or not, he needed a barrier against the cold and, though he would never admit it, it left him feeling safer, more protected against whatever probably wasn't in the truck with him. He scanned the boxes a final time, just in case he had missed something.

Still nothing out of place. Not that Tobias could see much in the dark. He tossed the silk over his head and lay down on the crates, desperate for some semblance of sleep. He sucked in a deep breath. The silk smelled like tobacco.

He heard some kind of rustling and flipped the silk back over his head. Cerulean eyes filled his gaze. The familiar, heady scent rushed into his nostrils. "Marley."

"You sound surprised."

"A little." Marley lifted the silk and climbed in next to Toby, snuggling up so close his scent filled the cocoon. Nice to have you here. "I mean, this is an artist's wagon. It's not really the sort of thing you do."

He chuckled, hot breath cascading over Toby's back. "That's not quite true." He kissed Toby's neck, sending a chill racing along the corded muscles. "I end up in the prop wagon most nights."

"Do you?" He did his best to sound unfazed. In reality, he fought back warm, nervous laughter. "I'd think I would have noticed."

"Well, you did this time."

"So I did." Toby scooted closer, relishing in Marley's warmth. "And I'm very happy about it." He leaned his head against Marley's chest. The slight movement of the fabric wafted more of the intoxicating perfume into the space. "How much longer 'til we get to the next town, you think?"

"I'd give it an hour. Maybe a little more. If I'm any good at guessing distance." Marley pulled Tobias even closer. "You need to get some sleep, babe."

"Not if it's only an hour." He turned over and nuzzled into Marley's shirt, staring up into bright blue eyes. "I'd still be completely useless with only an hour's sleep." He yawned, and then slapped Marley across the arm. "Stop being so damn warm." The end of the sentence got muddled by a second, gaping yawn. "It's like sleeping with a space heater."

"You can't blame me for being hot. In fact, I remember you thanking me profusely on more than one occasion for it."

"Well, it's not very helpful when I'm trying to stay awake."

Marley chuckled. "Then get off."

He nestled closer in response, muttering into Marley's chest. "It's not that unbearable."

Marley wriggled his hand under Toby's chin, lifted his face, kissed him. "I figured that much."

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

In the Spotlight: Tamsin Baker

Are you looking for a fae menage? Well, look no more. Tamsin Baker is here with her new book, Loving a Fae: Neisk.

Loving a Fae: Neisk
MMM contemporary paranormal ménage

The Fae allow three trips to Earth to sample the land’s delights, but they have rules. No revealing your magic to anyone and no same sex relationships. Neisk has followed the rules for hundreds of years and no longer wishes to hold himself back. He needs to find someone to love and he needs another man.

Chris and Josh have been a couple for two years and are happily in love. The only issue is that they are both ‘bottoms’ in the bedroom. When Neisk arrives, they see it as the perfect opportunity to have a one night threesome where they can experience something they both need, together.

Neisk soon falls in love with Chris and Josh, and they with him. However, the Fae elders are not pleased by Neisk’s flagrant disrespect of their rules, and haul him back to Fae. Chris and Josh must find a way up to him and beg to have him back.


Chris sighed with relief and nodded. Josh deserved to be comfortable in his own home.
“Yeah, change into jeans and a t-shirt or something. He’ll be here soon.”
Chris finished his preparations listening to the plumbing rattle a little with the shower running. Josh must have had a really busy day if he was having another shower.
Ten minutes later the bell rang and Chris hurried forward to the front door. He gripped the handle and pulled, glad he was prepared for the impact Neisk’s beauty had on him Neisk stood in the doorway, two bottles of red wine in hand, looking more gorgeous than any man deserved to be. Josh was going to have a conniption.
“Thank you again for the invitation, Chris.”
Neisk’s smooth voice rolled over him like warm water. Soothing yet stimulating. Chris nodded, though he still didn’t know where the balls to invite this man over had come from.
“Come on in, Neisk.” Chris gestured for Neisk to enter and called out for Josh. “Honey!”
Josh bounded down the steps and extended his hand to greet Neisk, freezing when he saw the God of a man who stepped into the lounge room.
Chris spoke into the silence, his confident lawyer freezing at the most important moment.
“Neisk, this is my partner Josh. Josh, Neisk.”
Josh was still staring at him so Neisk stepped forward and extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you.”
Josh nodded and shook the hand that was being offered.
Chris stifled his chuckle. He’d never seen Josh so lost for words.
“Come and sit. Dinner’s ready and I know Josh is hungry.”
Neisk followed him into the dining room and sat where Chris indicated, at the head. He and Josh sat opposite each other so Chris figured Neisk may as well sit at the end.
“Need some help, honey?” Josh asked, his eyes shooting daggers at Chris for the inadequate warning.
Chris smothered another smile. He knew Neisk was exactly what they both liked in a Top. Gorgeous, built, relaxed but confident. Though he honestly didn’t know if Neisk was gay or not.
“No babe, have a seat. Be back in five.”
Chris cooked the fresh pasta and served, listening to Neisk asking Josh intelligent questions about his work.
He grated some fresh parmesan over the pesto and took the bowls in to the dining room, his belly flipping with excitement. Over what, he didn’t know.
“Something quick and easy.” He put the bowls down and went back for the salad.
When he returned, Neisk was giving him one of those heartbreakingly beautiful smiles. “It’s lovely, Chris. I hope I didn’t disturb any plans you had.”
Chris sat down quickly before his legs gave out and grabbed his wine glass that Josh must have filled.

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

In the Spotlight: Katie Ashley


Beat of the Heart (Runaway Train #2)
by Katie Ashley 
After years of bad relationships and a cheating ex-fiancé, twenty-eight-year-old Mia Martinelli prefers healing her patients’ hearts on the Cardiac Care floor rather than risking having her heart broken again. But that all comes to a screeching halt when caring for the head roadie for Runaway Train puts her into the orbit of drummer and Latin Lover, AJ Resendiz. After a scorching weekend of steamy passion, Mia’s intention of getting out with her heart unscathed is challenged by the stud with the wicked sense of humor, especially when he wants to continue seeing her. But when the harsh reality of AJ’s hoard of female admirers sends her insecurities into overdrive, Mia bails, leaving him handcuffed to his bathroom shower.

AJ never imagined that after two weeks of the best sex and female companionship he’d ever experienced, he would need rescued by his band mates from his shower prison. Although he tries to forget the sensual brunette whose curves made his mouth water, AJ can’t get her out of his mind…or his heart. Months later when he finally seeks Mia for answers as to why she left, nothing could prepare him for their life-altering reunion.

Can AJ prove to Mia that regardless of the women after his body, his heart belongs only to her?

Runaway Train Character BIO

Name: Alejando Joaquin aka “AJ” Resendiz
Age: 25
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Occupation: Drummer and Background Vocals for Runaway Train
Instrument: Drums
Favorite Food: My abuela’s tamales
Favorite Drink: Tequila
Favorite Movie: The A-Team

Name: Emiliana Sofia Martinelli aka Mia
Age: 28
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Occupation: Cardiac Nurse at St. Joseph’s Hospital
Favorite Food: The lasagna at my family’s restaurant
Favorite Drink:  Prosecco—dry, white wine
Favorite Movie: Moonstruck

Name: Jacob Ethan Slater
Age: 25
Hometown: Ball Ground, Georgia
Occupation: Lead singer & Songwriter of Runaway Train
Instruments: Guitar
Favorite Food: Chili dogs, mainly from Atlanta’s The Varsity
Favorite Drink: Beer
Favorite Movie: It’s kinda cheating, but I love the mini-series Band of Brothers

Name: Brayden Michael Vandenburg
Age: 26
Hometown: Macon, Georgia
Occupation: Lead Guitarist, Background Vocals, and Songwriter of Runaway Train
Instruments: Guitar & piano
Favorite Food: Chinese
Favorite Drink: My wife, Lily’s, sweet tea
Favorite Movie: The Last of the Mohicans

Name: Elliot Rhys McGowan IV
Age: 24
Hometown: Savannah, Georgia
Occupation: Bassist of Runaway Train
Instrument: Bass
Favorite Food: Lobster
Favorite Drink: Crown Royal
Favorite Movie: The Godfather


Katie Ashley is the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of The Proposition. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs and one outnumbered cat. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

She spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.

She also writes Young Adult fiction under the name Krista Ashe.



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