I've just ventured out into the world of self-publishing! Its just a little experiment with Free To Fly, the short I wrote for the M/M Readers at Goodreads this summer. I've expanded it a little bit and put in more better words, and a hot, hot new cover by the wonderful Fiona Jayde.
So head on over to Smashwords and give it a try...like I said, its free!
Chef Vincent Sala is big, gruff and definitely on the rough end of the spectrum. His partner Daniel McGee is a smooth, urbane young professional. Their romance took off like fireworks, but lately, Danny is painfully unhappy and Vince is about ready to hit the road.
An explosive confrontation reveals an unexpected twist in their relationship and Vince sees a small glimmer of hope. The question is, can he step up and give what Danny needs to make him fly?
All good things must end, and at Changeling Press, the Last Call Europe has finished its run. But...have no fear....there's a brand new multi-author series called, "Final Cut: Miami." This one is a little different, the bar doesn't serve speciality drinks, and it is owned by a seemingly oblivious human named Sam. The wards don't always work on the place, allowing the occasional human to slip in undetected.
I decided to christen this series with characters from my Last Call Europe books: Jedidiah Worth and Jasper O' Shea drop in for a visit, kicking off this story of magic, mayhem and hot sex on the beach...or on the dock, as the case may be. Read on for a the blurb...excerpt will follow soon!
Hired by Jedidiah Wormwood Worth to locate a missing lawyer, former model Antonio Silva heads to Miami to begin his career as a PI. Instead of finding Chloe o' Shea, he stumbles upon a ditzy surfer named Coco in the local paranormal bar. To his dismay, this odd woman with dreadlocks proves to be everything he needs, but nothing he wants.
Coco is a Siberian shifter, but she's lost her inner animal. Heck, she just might have lost her mind as well, because one day she was living in a condo and driving a sports car, the next she's camping out in a boathouse, teaching tourists how to kite board. Now, a big, scary shifter in a designer suit is tailing her every move, claiming to be her mate. And every time she turns around, he's trying to paddle her ass!
Antonio would just like to finish his job and get out of town. Coco would like to get a comb through her hair. Unfortunately, true love is something you can't escape, even if it seems all wrong.
Its not just the name of a fabulous British movie, its also a new multi-author free read site! Over 20 talented authors are contributing to this endeavor and it promises to be fantastic! Our first mission is to write a free short read based on a song title. Mine is scheduled for April of 2011 and is inspired by the classic Jethro Tull ballad 'Wund'ring Aloud.'
The site launches February 12, just in time for Valentines Day! Be sure to come check us out, join in the launch contests and let us show you some love!
Three women, three Doms. One extraordinary night. Welcome to Dark Haven, and may all of your darkest wishes come true.
Evangeline Jones was looking for safety when she ducked into the doorway of Dark Haven. What she found was a alpha wolf named Harte Sommers. In her whole life, Eva had never considered submitting to another, but in just hours, Harte would teach her everything she needed to know about survival, pack life, and the power of surrender.
EXCERPT: Educating Evangeline by Belinda McBride
Shapeshifter BDSM, M/F
The sign was small and subtle just over the door of an inconspicuous building. After blocks of running, Eva had merged into a large group of men and women who wore Victorian attire like hers. It didn’t look like a private party, so she followed them inside the club, praying she’d find her haven from the hunters who were just blocks away.
The group moved quickly inside, clearly accustomed to the place.
“Do you have a membership?”
She blinked, looking down at the cute…and scantily dressed receptionist. Eva cleared her throat. “Uh…no…” The girl’s breasts were clearly visible through the Goth-inspired Victorian outfit that she was barely wearing. The girl smiled, and a diamond winked like a brilliant beauty mark over the side of her upper lip.
Gotta love San Francisco.
“That’s okay. Is this your first time at Dark Haven?”
Eva nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face with a gloved hand.
“No problem, then. Membership is five dollars, plus tonight’s entry fee. Just fill out the paperwork. By the way, my name’s Destiny.”
Somehow she doubted that was really the receptionist’s name, but heck, her name wasn’t her own either. She paid and then scribbled a false name and address on the form, grateful that they weren’t checking IDs.
Eva looked around the dark little reception area. The place was clearly a club, most likely a dance club. Music reverberated through the walls. She heard muffled laughter, and the occasional woman’s squeal punctuated the air. A bulletin board on the wall held flyers for alternate-lifestyle events in the area. Eva’s stomach sank. Was she in a sex club? She looked back at Destiny.
“Restrooms and lockers are to the right. If you have any questions, look for a staff member; the DMs have bandannas on their left arms.”
Eva decided to skip the ladies’ room. There was no doubt that the people following her would venture into the club soon enough. She didn’t need to get cornered in a toilet. Hesitantly she stepped through the curtains and into the main room of the club.
Immediately she was assailed by the pungent mix of sweat, alcohol, perfume, and sex.
Lots of sex. Adrenaline and the bite of fear saturated the air.
Her skin prickled; phantom hackles rose in panic. She blinked, trying to focus on the room and the myriad of possible dangers within. A woman’s scream carried faintly from downstairs, and Eva’s wolf growled. Blindly she turned to run, to escape. She found herself surrounded by people moving into the club and nearly staggered to the floor. A hand steadied her elbow; another patted her rump. She jumped away, barely hearing their laughter.
Run! The wolf whirled and spun in panic.
Just yards away, a woman was lying prone over a man’s lap. Her skirts and petticoats were pulled up, leaving her bottom bare. With a crack, he slapped her ass bare handed. A strangled cry left Eva’s throat. Against another wall, a naked man was suspended from chains that dangled from the ceiling. A collar circled his throat, and a complicated ring held his penis upright.
She whimpered.
Bodies in ruffles and frills and frock coats milled around tables. Some danced, and some leaned together in intimate conversation. The civilized behavior was a paper-thin veneer over the raw lust that drenched the atmosphere.
Too much. The sensory overload was too much. She tried to make a run for the door and slammed into a broad expanse of velvet and silk and man and the most wonderful fragrance in the world. He was sandalwood and vanilla and something she couldn’t define.
Eva screamed, and her scream was echoed by that of the woman who was being spanked.
She screamed again.
Hands gripped her upper arms, and she began to struggle; her feet were caught up in the long, trailing skirts of her dress. A booted toe connected with a shin.
“Damn! Take it easy, sweetheart!”
“Sorry! Stop! I need to go!” She twisted in his grip.
Strong hands lifted her clear off the floor. “Sweetie, look up at me. Now!”
His voice was deep and compelling, and it cut through her panic. She shook her head, doing her best to bring herself back under control. For a moment -- just a moment -- she rested her forehead on his chest, inhaling deeply. The yummy scent of the man helped distract her from the surrounding chaos. Eva’s entire body reacted to that fragrance. To her great humiliation, she was growing aroused and wet. She blinked hard and looked up into his face. His beautiful face.
“Now that I have your attention, can I help you?” His nostrils flared. He leaned a bit closer, his face coming dangerously close to her throat. She whined in panic. And then she bared her throat in surrender.
What the fuck did she do that for?
“You’re scared witless. Follow me.” He lowered her to the ground and turned away, clearly expecting to be obeyed.
On trembling legs, Eva followed the stranger until they reached a little room that opened into one of the walls. As soon as the door closed, the music muted, and the scents faded to a tolerable level. She panted, fighting down the panic that still played at the edges of her consciousness. Gazing around, she gulped. The room was the exact duplicate of a police interrogation room.
She knew; she’d seen the inside of those a time or two.
“This is a bondage club.” He looked serious, but she could see he was stifling a smile. It was there in a dimple that flashed in his cheek.
“Thank you. I think I just figured that out,” she said wryly. Good God. Of all the doors she could have ducked into, she’d chosen a bondage club’s.
I've been offline for weeks now, and just haven't been able to put together my weekly blog. Bummer. But, I've now got this little wireless thingie and I can get online anywhere, anytime! What a treat!
To celebrate, I'm sharing my brand, spanking new (pun intended) cover! This is the upcoming Doms of Dark Haven anthology with Sierra Cartwright and Cherise Sinclair. Thank you to April Martinez for the art!
Very soon, I'll tell the story about how this anthology came about, and the real life club that inspired it. For now, enjoy. And don't forget to visit the websites of my co-authors!
