And no, I don't mean my day to blog here. It's fall, which means tons of things going on to interrupt writing time. Thanksgiving, Christmas planning (yes, I try to get it done early, but it usually ends up happening mid December) Halloween costumes to make, school schedules to adjust to, NANO (which isn't really a hinderance to writing, but more of an event to survive) Kinda makes me long for the lazy days of summer.

So, yet again I have no clue what to write about. I could say I've been teaching myself guitar while teaching my daughter...that's fun and frustrating. I've learned I have smaller hands than I thought, but unlike all the other times I tried and failed to stick to it, this time I'm determined. It's sort of like an early new years resolution.

Or I could mention that my kids want to be CSIs this year for halloween. So I have to make them vests and badges and candy bags that look like a crime scene kit. Maybe we can set up our front yard to look like a crime scene this year. We usually do something big in the yard. Anyone else having to start thinking about this whole costume thing?

Other than that, there isn't much to say. My life is very quiet. Too Quiet...*looks around suspiciously* Well that'll change come christmas when my four year old son gets his drum set. He's already got a set of small drum sticks (made from regular ones that we cut off and rounded the backs on to make them look like the real deal)

Oh, and if anyone is in need of procrastination material....my brother and his friends made a webshow.... www.moxiespendlove.com check it out if you find yourself needing to avoid your WIP.

Isn't it just fantastic? Merris always does such an awesome job on my covers.
Here's the blurb...

Deadly: A SKIU (Serial Killer Investigation Unit) Serial

He calls himself Pan.

In order to catch a serial rapist, Detectives Hank Adams and Felicia Scott agree to go undercover – as a happily married couple. Both have their misgivings about their ability to pull off the illusion. Felicia is certain Hank is in love with his partner Ry’s fiancée and Hank’s pretty sure Felicia’s got the hot’s for Ry.

With the threat of Pan escalating past rape, can these two admit to their growing attraction before a murderer ends their chance for love?



Aline

Well we're having another forbidden Hunt. This is the Ico you need to find.



You can find all the details here: Forbidden Hunt Main Page

Good Luck to all.

Aline

Hi everyone,

I had some great news to share.

Wicked Pleasures won a recommended read and book of the week from Whipped Cream reviews.
Celtic Love Knots Vol. 9 received 5 Hearts from reviewer Crystal Adkins!
Celtic Love Knots Vol. 9 also received 4 tombstones from Bitten by Books.

I just finished reading Real Vampires Get Lucky by Gerry Bartlett. I loved it! This is a fun, sexy vampire series and I"m looking forward to reading Ms. Bartletts's next installment.

Nina Bangs' Eternal Pleasures was also a fantastic read. I know when I pick up anything with Nina's name, it will be good.

Kimberly Raye is another author who has consistently given wonderful reads. Yep, another auto-buy for me. Her vampire series with Lil Marchette is fab.

I love paranormal romance! It can be funny, edgy, dark, light.

Other authors that are auto buys for me are:
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Angela Knight
Deidre Knight
Kerrelyn Sparks

Until next month,
Tambra
www.tambrakendall.com

Weaving Words releases today. *grin*


Weaving Words releases today. *grin*

It's a few hours before it goes live, but you can find out more about it here on my Samhain author link.

Easy part of his day? Resurrecting the dead. Hard part? Keeping them alive.

Kaede is a witch whose family has been bound to a powerful House for over a thousand years. And he hates it. Despite the fact that his lord, Tarou, murdered his mother, Kaede is sworn never to harm the man who could kill him with just seven words. Now he’s been commanded to use his unique powers to resurrect Tarou’s wife from the dead, and he has no choice but to comply. Things go horribly wrong when he accidentally pulls the wrong soul back. Now it’s not just his own life he must try to save.

Vara’s day couldn’t get much more bizarre. One moment she’s a captain in the Temple Guard. The next, she finds herself transported into a world of magic and witches—and stuffed into the body of a lord’s wife. Unwillingly plunged into middle of a deadly power struggle, the only one Vara can turn to is Kaede, the witch responsible for dragging her into this alien world. A witch she finds far too attractive…

Warning: This book contains the following; magic, witches and more body-swapping than is safely sane.

Excerpt

The corpse’s heart juddered and then began to pump fresh, slow blood through its decaying veins.

“Not decaying any more,” Kaede murmured.

“What was that, witch?”

Kaede ignored his lord’s question. His eyes stayed with the body on the altar, watching as the blood flushed the exposed skin not covered by its simple white funeral shift. “Nothing, lord.” His fingers dipped into the liquid gold, sweeping intricate symbols over her face and neck. The symbols writhed and Kaede snatched his fingers away. He winced. These were the final rushes of power. She was almost there, almost returned to bright life. Almost. He risked a look to the arched entrance of the ancient cavern. Light edged over the sky in a soft pale grey. It was only dawn. That knowledge had tiredness eating into his bones.

Had he only been bonded to her for a few hours? It felt like forever.

For the hours of darkness, he had stood over the Lord Tarou’s dead wife and worked his skill. A skill he shouldn’t have, and certainly not one his lord should know about. The shadows cast by the twisting patterns covering the woman’s skin danced over the cavern wall. Kaede kept his gaze fixed on his gold-smeared fingers. Tarou knew what he was and that scared him more than bringing a dead woman back to life.

How had his lord known?

Kaede’s jaw tightened. He knew his mother had to have talked in her final hours. Tarou had presided over her interrogation, obviously wrung secrets from her. The old soured anger swelled again, tasting bitter on his tongue, but he cut out those thoughts. They had no place in his head. He had a job to do.

He forced his gaze back to the woman’s face—her features calm and delicate even as she fought her way back to life. He hoped the Lord Tarou knew what he was doing. His wife couldn’t be that vital to him. The rumours ran that she was only a bartered woman from a wealthy Northern family. She had no connections, no special talents. To risk a resurrection was insane. Kaede said a silent prayer for his own soul.

Her lips parted. Dry. Cracked. With a cry, her spine arched away from the cold slab of the altar, her limbs twisting. Kaede grabbed at her arms, and held her down as her soul clawed its way back into her body. The witch willed all of his strength into keeping her still. Her soul had to settle. That fact the scrolls had stressed, stressed in blood and bone.

“Witch, what is happening?”

Kaede gritted his teeth. “She is almost back with us, lord.”

She shrieked, the cry piercing Kaede’s heart. That hadn’t been in the scrolls. A soul was supposed to crave the touch of its body. But he couldn’t panic. Not now.

She fell limp to the stone in a sudden rush. Kaede fell forward, pushing hard against her arms. She groaned. He released his tight grip and took support from the raised lip of the stone dais.

Her breathing was slow, even and there was a slight, living flush to her cheeks. The Lady Annaliese was the most beautiful woman in the king’s court. Kaede’s eyes flicked to the hovering lord. He stood taut, grim, his stark face intent in the candlelight. Tarou wanted more than just his pretty wife. It was there in his narrowed, black gaze, the whitened fingers that gripped the dagger at his hip.
Kaede stared back at Annaliese, watched as her eyelashes struggled to release the oil clogging them. He’d assumed that she was just the vacuous smile gracing Lord Tarou’s arm. He’d seen nothing special in her. Nothing at all.

Kaede rubbed gently at the muck and oil the ceremony required, erasing it from her skin in the reverse of how he had drawn it. With a final Word, the ash circle protecting them both swirled into the air and vanished.

Her eyes flickered open. They were a dark blue—evidence of her Northern Clan. There was no focus, just wild fear. Kaede blinked. He had never seen that before, none of the lords’ wives showed any emotion other than perfect serenity and happiness.

“Lady?” Kaede whispered, bending to catch sound from her parched mouth. His hand gripped the dais, helping to support his exhausted body.

Her lips moved and there was a rush of nonsensical syllables. She searched his face for understanding and her panic grew.

Pulling in his control, Kaede pressed his thumb into her forehead and forced out tired Words, grimacing at the pull of them in his flesh. He murmured a silent prayer, needing his final spell to work. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe—

“What is this place? Who are you? Why…” She reached up to tug at his thin, silver robe. Kaede lurched over her as she caught him by surprise. He stared at her as her voice faded away. A knot tightened in his stomach. What had he done? He’d failed. That failure would see her dead again. And him right along with her.

“Is she well, witch?” Tarou demanded, pushing forward to stand beside his silent wife. Annaliese simply stared at her moving fingers, examined her palm, ignoring her husband.

“Yes, lord.” Kaede pushed back the hood of his robe and held the woman’s staring eyes. “The resurrection was successful.” The lie soured his mouth.

Thanks for reading :)

Labels: New Releases, weaving words

My first menage releases in about three and a half hours *bounce*


The Talar murdered her mother and her sisters but to save her city from their attacking armada, Alena Petrova Dubov, Imperial Princess of the Rodin must put aside her hatred and sleep with the enemy.

It's an ancient ceremony, shared with two men bred for her pleasure. Or it should have been. Her generals had chosen Vadim, son of a Talar captive, to satisfy her, joining her oldest friend, Sacha in bringing her to exquisite ecstasy.

The ritual will change her, transform her flesh until she becomes one with her city. With the prospect of her enemy's power flowing within her, Alena is terrified of what she will become. But first she has to complete the ritual...and hope that her overwhelming attraction for her enemy doesn't destroy the city she's so desperate to protect.

You'll find it here at Liquid Silver Books

And there's an R rated excerpt further back in the blog

Enjoy! :D