Sunday, April 10, 2011

Denyse's Rehv



Behold, My Rehvenge

© Denys√© Bridger

10th April, 2011

She watched him, eyes caressing with a combination of hunger and adoration, her heartbeat tapping like the staccato rhythm of stiletto heels on a sidewalk. She suspected he could hear the erratic pulse of her life, but he didn’t move, not even to glance in her direction. She leaned on the doorframe, permitted her dreams to venture forth and speak within her mind. He was a remarkable male, handsome like so many of his kind, but also different from them. In this one power and passion seethed just below the surface, contained by the force of his will, and a need to remain apart. All of the knowledge she should not have began to coalesce and make itself known inside her, and with each new piece of the puzzle her heart became his possession.

Despite the warning that told her this was not a male to be casually examined, she continued to process the influx of responses that were lighting a trail of fire along the course of her veins. That she wanted him was of little consequence, that was a given, or she wouldn’t have been there at all. The complexity of his presence was a drug, an addiction pleading to be fed. He could have owned her soul without expending more effort than it took to gaze at her, but he chose to stand back and allow her the freedom to choose her dreams, and control the destiny she would live because of it.

The air around them was a living thing, warm, sinuous, caressing heightened senses with promises and threats that were equally alluring. With him, a thing as simple as a kiss would be layered in mysteries that required answers drawn from the soul. And he would know how to extract what he wanted, from her mind, her body, and the heart that now beat in steady reply to his.

He finally turned to look at her, and she shuddered at the impact of his eyes. Amethyst gemstones, but beyond the brilliance of his intellect there was fire and fury. A flame that burned inside him, searing all it touched, purging the ugliness of lies, leaving only the naked truth to be gazed upon. In those brief, life-spanning moments, he saw all there was to know in her, and in the next heartbeats it was judged and understood.

He leaned back in his chair for a moment, his jewelled gaze speculative. After a minute he rose and walked toward her. Each step that brought him closer made her feel as though a blanket was being wrapped around her, enveloping her in warmth that was rapidly becoming heated desire. He stopped, just short of touching her, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, a whisper of smile reaching his eyes.

“Why are you here?”

His voice poured over her senses, the richly timbered bass textured with seduction and curiosity. She straightened and still had to look up at him, but words were lost in the tide of longing that was crashing over her in battering waves. She stared at him, entranced by everything about him. He touched her cheek, a breath of contact, and she felt the quiver of response tingle to the core of her being. Surprise flickered in his eyes, followed by satisfaction. She knew, in that single moment he had read it all…claimed what was already his, and made the choice to keep it.

He bent to touch her forehead to his, and smiled.

“Why are you here?”

She opened her mouth and he claimed her lips, the slow stroke of his tongue gaining entrance as she sighed into his touch. Inside her head, the world became a rush of sensual fireworks, her body as alive and captivated as her mind had been moments before. All that existed was the madness he lit inside her, the hunger to be consumed by him. And, in spite of the paradox, with the promise of his possession came the certainty that Fate had just righted a lifetime of wrongs.

When he drew back endless moments later, she smiled up at him, trembling against him.

“Behold, my Rehvenge…”

His smile dazzled her, and the warm ring of his laughter fell over her like summer rain, washing away the past terrors of her world, cleansing a life and a heart, making them worthy of him…worthy of love itself.

Disclaimer: The character of Rehvenge Rempoon is the sole property of J.R. Ward - the use of his name here is in no way intended to infringe upon copyrights held by Ms. Ward, nor does it pretend to have her endorsement. It is a fan fiction created with respect and admiration.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Sandy Lynn and Club Strigoi

"Very HOT sex!"

"Is it Hot in here or is it just me?"

"A Must Buy author"

"Very Witty - I enjoyed the whole series." (Club Strigoi)

The reader reviews of aclaim seem endless when you search out Ms. Lynn's works. Who could argue with Hot sex scenes where vampires are concerned? In a market driven by passion, sex, wit and the paranormal Ms. Lynn is making her mark and her readers are taking notice.

If you've not yet had the pleasure, join me as we travel Beneath the Surface with autor Sandy Lynn.
In a bite or get bitten world, can you tell who is Vampire and who is not?
When Dark Desires come into the light...

Dim lighting. Bodies packed beside each other. Primal Music. All of these describe the underground Goth club: Club Strigoi.

Vampires, Sorcerers and humans can all be found there. It is a place where not all is as it seems. But despite the fact that any can enter, not all know its secrets. Enter of your own free will and don't be afraid to be yourself. No means no, and the bouncers are both hot and ready for a brawl should things get out of hand.

The Club is the backdrop to a series of books, but they alone do not encompass the full story. So enter now and get a different glimpse into this world from all new perspectives…

Unlike anything you've ever seen before, not every Shot will end happily. Not all will end in misery. Not all of them will end…or even begin.

These shots are about a moment. One night, one memory, one experience. It is a snapshot into the world of someone else.

Congratulations on your novel! Why don’t you tell us a little bit about you and what you're working on right now.
Thank you so much. I love writing and it means a lot to me that others seem to enjoy reading those stories.

Currently I’m working on several projects. There’s the ever-desired sequel to my first BloodMates book – I swear I really am working on it! Lol. I’m working on several Club Strigoi books, depending on which character decides to talk to me at any given time. I have a new series that follows musicians.

There are my shorts, Club Strigoi Shots that I really enjoy writing because it focuses solely on a single moment in time, a single memory.

Leigh, Drama Queen in Training which follows a woman’s path as she starts her new life. And then there are the books I’m working on edits with whenever my editor sends them to me. Lol.

Do you have an excerpt from your book that you’d like to share?

Sure! Which one would you like? LOL.

How about Club Strigoi....

From Club Strigoi Shots: Chameleon
The Setup: Lexy meets a stranger at the bar.
Excerpt:

She attempted to shift so the gentleman could grab his drinks, but to her surprise he only picked up one. She turned to look at him and was shocked. He held his shot, and nodded toward the other.

“Drink.”

She shook her head.

“I’m not asking,” he said with a self-assured smile. Short red hair covered the top of his head and his pale skin was kissed by some sunlight. Freckles were splashed all over his face and added to his charm.

“I-I don’t like Jameson.”

“Then what do you like?”

“Vodka with a splash of mango,” she told him automatically.

“Bartender...”

He tipped back his shot and sat the now empty glass down just as a new shot was placed beside her.

“Drink,” He told her again.

She was out of excuses. She hadn’t come here expecting to drink anything, she’d just come to have fun. Was she prepared for this?

He lifted his second shot and again waited for her. Lexy took a deep breath and slowly lifted the glass. He clinked his shot against hers and touched the glass briefly to the bar.

“You too.”

This time, she moved with him. They clinked the shots together and she mimicked his action, putting her glass back on the bar for a fraction of a second before she tipped it back and swallowed the contents.

Reflexively her face screwed up a little at the taste. Just because she liked vodka didn’t mean it always tasted good. Especially the first shot when she hadn’t indulged in a while.

When she looked at him again his blue-gray eyes were focused on her. He smiled and she felt warmth pooling inside of her. A burn that had nothing to do with the alcohol that she’d just consumed.

He took her hand in his and began to pull her out onto the dance floor. Tattoos covered his hand and went up his arm. This was the kind of guy her mother would’ve warned her to stay away from—if her mother had taken an interest in her life. It was clear that he was not one of the eager to please so-called men she was used to dealing with. There was an air about him that screamed he was in control. And it was that, more than anything else, that made her follow him.

When they were on the dance floor, he began to move with her. His movements were modest enough at first, but always pressing for more. They held an undertone she could feel, that she began to crave. She watched him as they danced, her eyes lingering on his mouth. There wasn’t even a hint of any facial hair. She wondered if his skin would feel soft against hers, what his lips would feel like pressed against her body. If he would—could make her scream out in pleasure and beg for more.

He smiled at her as though he could read her thoughts. The next time he reached for her, his hand brushed against the side of her breast. The slight touch felt incredibly wicked and delightful. She wanted more and tried to lean into the caress.

But he darted back. His touching became a game. He would brush against her intimately then withdraw before she could pull him closer or keep his hand pressed against her longer. Her body was on fire. Urges she hadn’t felt for far too long consumed her.

*****
Niiiice.... Color me intrigued and sign me up! I'll have a double - lol!

There is so much out there that speaks to authors - moves us - sparks our muse. What do you find that inspires you?
I know this sounds cliché, but I find inspiration everywhere. From my life, something a friend will say. Sometimes I will listen to a song and get this image of a scene in my head then base a book on it.
So you listen to music when you write?
Sometimes. I’ve been known to create playlists in iTunes with the title (or working title) of a book. I listen to that when I want to concentrate on that particular work. I think it helps when I’m trying to work on multiple projects at once.

My taste in music is really diverse. Instead of focusing on something that I would normally listen to, I try to use songs that represent a particular scene or emotion that I want to try to capture. For example, for one story when I wanted to convey a break up, I added the song Insensitive by Jan Arden.

Who would you say is/was your biggest inspiration and why?
That’s a hard question. I don’t think I could choose any one person.

There’s the answer that seems really mushy, but my husband definitely inspires me. He believes in me and has actually read a few of my books. He brags about me which always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. But more than that, he knows about a lot of different things, and since he’s a musician, he understands the artistic process. I can actually discuss problems in a story or potential ideas with him without his eyes glazing over. Lol.

My Best Friends (I’m very lucky to have a couple of them). They have listened to me whine about everything from characters who don’t want to cooperate with me to real world problems. If I have a bad day at work or want to just vent about coworkers, they are there. And they are always up for reading my latest work or let me talk through a problem with a story.

And of course I couldn’t forget the people who read my stories. There aren’t enough words to describe how much I appreciate reading emails from my readers. It means so much to me when I read how much they enjoy my stories and when they ask about the next book in a specific series. Those emails make all the hard work and effort I put into my novels worth it. If I can make just one person smile, then I consider it a successful book.

That's really cool - the hubby thing. Mine has been my biggest fan and my best supporter. He's also my number one promoter - well, besides my mom and sister. Yeah, family, friends and readers that like you - the goo is definately good!

What do you find to be the hardest thing about creating your stories?

The hardest part of my stories is when there’s something missing. Some small part of the story that I’m not getting. Those are the times when I find my characters stop talking and I’m blocked. Figuring those things out isn’t always the easiest of things. But when I do figure it out, it’s smooth sailing from there.
Do you have a favorite character?
Mine or another author’s? For mine, its really hard to choose. I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Alex (Everyday Masks). He is the quintessential male; sexy, intelligent, and completely clueless to the fact that he has everything he wants right there under his nose.

Leigh is really fun. She has so much go wrong for her and she always seems to be sticking her foot in her mouth or blundering her way into a situation.

From other authors, I really like Stephanie Plum. I love that she doesn’t have things planned out, or if she does, it never happens as planned. I love Stephanie’s Best Friend and family. I read her when I want to laugh.

What are reading right now?
Right now I guess I’m on a mystery kick. I’m reading Key Lime Pie Murder by Joanne Fluke. It’s kindof chick lit, but I’m enjoying it. I just finished No Rest For The Wiccan by Madelyn Alt. I love her witchy series. It doesn’t paint the characters as having some sort of mystical powers that allow them to just twitch their noses and have everything fall in their laps, though truth be told I do have a weakness for those as well. LOL.

I guess I’m just really enjoying reading stories where there is a strong female lead that I find realistic. I hope that is what people think when they read my stories. That the characters are realistic and flawed but worth reading and taking that journey with.

So, if our readers want to go on a journey with you and your characters where can they find you and your works?

My readers can find me on my website Club Strigoi. Though it’s going through a few technical difficulties right now. Don’t you just love technology? Lol.

On Facebook you can email me at - SandyLynn9@gmail.com
On Twitter at - http://twitter.com/sandylynn9