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BLR - Top Pick from Night Owl Review

Blood Lust Rising was a "Top Pick" at Night Owl Reviews!!! 






Dana Townsend at NOR wrote, "I loved this book! From the moment I picked it up and started reading I found it was really hard to put down." 


4.5/5 Stars!


For the complete review click here!

Word Swap with Chrissy, Tonya, and JJ Silver!

This addition of Word Swap with Fayth Devlin was brought you by the following talented ladies: Chrissy, Tonya and JJ Silver!!! Give it up for the gals and their creativity. (The different colors represent who swapped the words for that passage).

For dirty language and sexual happenings, the follow blog post is rated: 


     He SAUNTERED a hand up my thigh; spread my LEGS wider as he once more sought the heat of me. I was -30 DEGREES and ready for him. Always ready for him. Greedy, he DANCED his fingers back and forth across my SILLY sex.
     I didn't see him HOP, just felt the warmth of his NOSE on my trembling thighs. When I opened my eyes, he was SLAPPED in front of me.
     His RIDICULOUS head moved toward my GROANING EARS.
     "HELP," I begged.
     My whole body SUCKED with CAR as I waited for his TONGUE to touch me. But he didn’t give me the all-encompassing LUSCIOUS heat I wanted. Instead, he RAMMED me with THICK, darting flicks of his ASS. The FLINCH of his mouth settled over my STOMACH and he sucked. I buckled. The suction stopped and he THRUSTED the TITS before he swept inside. My hands slid into his SOLID, dark FLOOR and I MOVED my fingers through it, holding him in place. QUICKLY, I urged him to give me what I needed.
     A HUGE, keening RUB of desire left me when he finally opened his FIST wide and began to SUCK. I was instantly boneless as he laved me with the DRIPPING of his tongue, a SOAKED combination of pressure and texture and ENORMOUS that quickly sent me soaring BETWEEN another orgasm. LONGINGLY, I pulled his CLIT against me.
     "HOT DIGGITY DOG!" 
     I barely had time to recover before his PENIS was inside me, FUCKING me utterly, TWISTING me. I was reduced to SOFT mindless instinct. Nothing existed but his BREAST and mine, the place we were SCOOTED and the pleasurable WARTY of the desire we created in one another. Arching my LEG, I murmured my TREE as he nuzzled my EYES. He was STINKY and thick, and I PATIENTLY took him all, QUICKLY adjusting to and then glorying in his penetration. DRYING in to the hilt, he let out a PET of satisfaction. His free BOOB STALKED my torso so he could SENT on my HIPS.

Here is the original excerpt taken from Blood Lust Rising (available 05/04/12)      He raced a hand up my thigh; spread my legs wider as he once more sought the heat of me. I was hot and ready for him. Always ready for him. Greedy, he slid his fingers back and forth across my swollen sex.
     I didn’t see him move, just felt the warmth of his mouth on my trembling thighs. When I opened my eyes, he was crouched in front of me.
     His dark head moved toward my throbbing pussy.
     “Please,” I begged.
     My whole body quivered with anticipation as I waited for his mouth to touch me. But he didn’t give me the all-encompassing wet heat I wanted. Instead, he teased me with quick, darting flicks of his tongue. The heat of his mouth settled over my clit and he sucked. I bucked. The suction stopped and he traced the outer lips before he swept inside. My hands slid into his thick, dark hair and I curled my fingers through it, holding him in place. Silently, I urged him to give me what I needed.
     A low, keening cry of desire left me when he finally opened his mouth wide and began to feast. I was instantly boneless as he laved me with the flat of his tongue, a delicious combination of pressure and texture and heat that quickly sent me soaring toward another orgasm. Violently, I pulled his head into me.
     “More.”
     I barely had time to recover before his cock was inside me, filling me utterly, stretching me. I was reduced to sheer mindless instinct. Nothing existed but his body and mine, the place we were joined and the pleasurable pain of the desire we created in one another. Arching my back, I murmured my appreciation as he nuzzled my breasts. He was big and thick, and I greedily took him all, quickly adjusting to and then glorying in his penetration. Plunging in to the hilt, he let out a hiss of satisfaction. His free hand slicked up my torso so he could tug on my nipples.
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Speaking of sexy scenes.... have you signed up for the Purple Prose Contest yet??? Deadline to enter is May 11th. To enter, follow this link.

And lastly, if you'd like to sign up to play... email me at FaythDevlin@gmail.com.

Purple Prose Contest

Fayth Devlin's 1st Ever Purple Prose Contest What is Purple Prose? Wikipedia defines the term as, 'a literary criticism used to describe extravagant, ornate or flowery prose.' What Fayth Devlin says is this, “a passage where writers do anything they can, in a very colorful and often-hilarious way, to NOT say explicitly what they truly mean.”

Here is an example of purple prose as applied to romance (because my mind never strays far from erotic literature):

This is what I want to write, "His penis was long and hard, she liked it."

Now, let's color this sentence purple, "The throbbing man-shaft jutting proudly from his hips was like a mighty sword, its length and girth making her loins quiver like a plucked violin."



While the term purple prose can be attributed to any overly-descriptive or clichéd passage, I can't help but think of the seventies, when the Ripped Bodice novels came out and Fabio was rocking his studly man-chest on the covers, a half-dressed damsel in distress in his arms. For the first time, mainstream publishers opened closed bedrooms and revealed to readers the much-wanted romantic love scenes within. Forty years ago, romance writers weren't permitted to use words like cock and pussy, and instead got creative with human anatomy. Phrases such as 'throbbing man-flesh' and 'flower of love' were born, paving the wave for erotic writers decades later.

Here are some of my all-time favorite purple prose examples: "his tumescent tube of fire", "raging monster of lust," "turgid shaft," and "throbbing love machine."

To celebrate the upcoming release of my paranormal romance book, “Blood Lust Rising” I am honoring my roots by hosting a Purple Prose Contest. Fans, readers and fellow authors, let's have some fun and show off our skills in the bedroom...er...show off our writing skills about things that go on in the bedroom, and do our founding ladies proud!

You do NOT need to be a writer to enter this contest. The only things you need to have are a good sense of humor and a thesaurus. Submit a -three-to-five-sentence sex scene, applying the purple prose method. The more outrageous the better. See below for more details on how to enter and what the rules are.

I'll be choosing two winners. First place gets a copy of “Blood Lust Rising” and a personalized three-chapter critique from yours truly. Second place will win a $10 Amazon Gift Card. Judging will be based on how hard you make me laugh. (Points off for not running your entries through spell check before posting!).

How to enter: Submit an original (meaning you wrote it) –three-to-five-sentence purple prose sex scene by hitting the "Comment" button on this blog post. (For those of you who don't want to log in, you may submit "anonymously"). Your entry should include lots of adjectives and euphemisms to describe the sex act your couple(s) is engaging in. (Please see the Rules and Restrictions below before posting.)

Rules: All entries must be received by May 11, 2012 at 12 Midnight (EST), and should appear in the Comment section of the contest post. Please keep your submission to –a maximum of five sentences. Anything over will be disqualified. Winners will be announced on Sunday, May 14th.

Restrictions: Get creative to describe the male and female "love" parts and what it is they are doing with said writhing parts. No standard “four-letter words” are allowed. These passages are meant to be silly, funny and outrageous, so get crazy with it!

IMPORTANT – Let’s keep this in the spirit of fun. Posts containing things like rape, incest, etc. will be deleted.

Prizes:1st Place – A free copy of “Blood Lust Rising” (electronic format of your choice) and a Critique of the first three chapters of your WIP or manuscript.

2nd Place - $10 Amazon Gift Card (mailed to winner)



Good luck, everyone and get those juices flowing. (So to speak!) Any questions? Email me at faythdevlin@gmail.com!

4-1/2 Star Review!!

My first review for Blood Lust Rising comes in at 4 & 1/2 Stars!!! 

Jeanne Stone-Hunter from Book Addition Reviews writes, "...HOT, gritty, suspenseful, well rounded, action packed and anything except predictable."


http://mybookaddictionreviews.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/blood-lust-rising-by-fayth-devlin-a-review/

NOR Interview

I've been interviewed by the wonderful people at Night Owl Romance! *Grin* Check it out and discover a few new things about me.

A taste:
     NOR: What is the one thing you do not want to live without? 
     Me: Coffee. I suppose I should have said my children.... 

Read the rest of the interview at NOR :D(P.S. I'm available for follow up questions, just drop me a comment and I'll answer.)

Word Swap with Author Alicia White

Readers and fellow bloggers I present you with the first addition of Word Swap with Fayth Devlin (Thanks for playing Alicia White!) 


(NOTE: The words underlined are from Alicia, who never got to see the original excerpt from chapter one of Blood Lust Rising. She responded when I asked her to give me a list of appropriate nouns, verbs, and other types of words - the results still have me chuckling!)

Blood Lust Rising... with Alicia White adding a touch of humor.

Despite every sense screaming at me to READ away, I stepped across the three dull, countersunk SNAKESbetween us. ANXIETY didn’t begin to describe how I felt. My gaze dropped from his TOES to the upturned collar on his jacket. The cuff TOOKtoward his jaw and hid the vein in his BOTTOM I knew throbbed with the rush of GATORADE. As if reading my mind, sensing my AFRAID, his eyes narrowed and darkened. The BUSES in his gaze wasn't fear. I had never met anyone whose emotions were tied so directly to the ever-changing shade of their EYES. Just like that, Micah checked out and the KANGAROOinside him checked in. Too bad, for both of us, his predator brought out mine. Energy PLAYED around us, drew us closer. The STAPLER howled through the HOT PINK leaves on the ground, picking them up, swirling them around our bodies and tickling my EARS. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers slid SOUTHWEST the front of his cotton THONG. My gaze followed their trail until I heard the ADORABLEhitch in his breath. I BLINKED my eyes up to meet his. Fire. He grabbed my arm, TALKED, and slammed me against his ELBOW. The air whooshed out of me. One FOOT at a time, he dragged me NORTH until the tips of our FINGERS touched.
(This is the how the passage should have read!)
Despite every sense screaming at me to run away, I stepped across the three dull, countersunk headstones between us. Out of control didn’t begin to describe how I felt. My gaze dropped from his eyes to the upturned collar on his jacket. The cuff curled toward his jaw and hid the vein in his throat I knew throbbed with the rush of blood. As if reading my mind, sensing my desire, his eyes narrowed and darkened. The shadows in his gaze wasn't fear. I had never met anyone whose emotions were tied so directly to the ever-changing shade of their irises. Just like that, Micah checked out and the predator inside him checked in. Too bad, for both of us, his predator brought out mine. Energy pulsed around us, drew us closer. The wind howled through the pumpkin-orange leaves on the ground, picking them up, swirling them around our bodies and tickling my calves. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers slid down the front of his cotton shirt. My gaze followed their trail until I heard the sharp hitch in his breath. I flicked my eyes up to meet his. Fire. He grabbed my arm, tugged, and slammed me against his chest. The air whooshed out of me. One inch at a time, he dragged me up until the tips of our noses touched. 
Blood Lust Rising... coming to Kindle, Nook and everything else on May 4th, 2012!

For more information on the wonderful author, Alicia White, check out her site www.AliciaWhiteBooks.com. Thanks for playing Alicia!!! 
If you are an author or reader who wants to play, email me at faythdevlin@gmail.com to sign up for the next round of Word Swap!

Conversations with Mr. Devlin

Me in the morning...when Mr. Devlin breaks the talking ban.
The alarm blaring through the baby monitor in the living room tells me it's five am and I've been in a writing blackout for over an hour. On the side table next to me a full cup of coffee, now cold, sits forgotten. Any minute my husband is going to come down the stairs and my writing time will be over. I got three more minutes. Mr. Devlin wanders downstairs, sleep wrinkled and looking cuter than ever. He sits on the couch across the room, and aware of the talking ban in effect before the kids wake up, he just looks at me. And, keeps looking.
Me: "Yes?" I ask without looking away from my computer.
Hubby: "What ya doin'?"
Me. "Writing." I type faster, hoping he'll get the hint.
He doesn't.
Hubby: "I thought you finished your book."
Me: Sigh. "I did finish it, this is a new one. I'm writing a couple of different ones."
Silence. I get in another two paragraphs.
Hubby: "So, what's, this one about?"
Me: "Shape shifters."
Hubby: "Like the ones on Fringe with the prongs in their mouths?"
Me: I look up for the first time. "No. Its about a man who shape shifts into an animal. Ya know, white lights and magic."
Hubby: "What's the plot?"
Me: "You're kidding right?"
Hubby: He smiles at me, very innocent, very 'I'm aloud to break the talking ban because I'm so damn cute.' "Nope."
Me: "It's about a snow leopard who returns to his home in Alaska where his father has been murdered. He does stuff, falls in love with an angel, solves the crime and gets the girl."
Hubby: Snort. "Snow leopards don't live in North America."
Of course that is the only information he notices.
Me: I shake my head. "Go back to bed."
That concludes 'Conversations with Mr. Devlin' for today. Stay tuned for more!

Shiny New Cover!!

Gruncle B strikes again with his brilliance. This morning, I got the cover art for Blood Lust Rising! He did an amazing job with the colors, the fonts and tweaking the image to make it the perfect fit for the book. When I came across this photo a couple of weeks ago I instantly knew it was made personally for me! So, let us gaze upon its dark beauty!


Blood Lust Rising, The Vampire Queen Trilogy Book 1
Vampire Queen and Demon son – Together they will wreak havoc and total destruction. Or at least, that’s what the prophecy says. When a sex-seething succubus focuses in on Ella Grey, a half-breed vampire and her Shadow Hunting partner, Micah McGregor, a power is released neither can control or comprehend.

A chain of events is triggered, forcing Ella and Micah down a shadowed path riddled with unrestrained passion, violence and betrayal. The truth of Micah’s demonic origins will reveal a heart-breaking conspiracy within the Shadow Agency that once swore to protect humanity from vampires and demons. Ella and Micah are proof that nothing is as it appears.

Release date TBA (I'm thinking 05/04/2012)

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 Stayed tuned for the Amazon and B&N release of Blood Lust Rising. I'll be kicking things off with a "Purple Prose" contest, hosted here on the blog. There will be prizes, and excerpts from the book, and just an all around good time (with plenty of laughter as we read about "burgening man flesh" and "swords of love"! As the date approaches, I'll be giving out more information.
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ATTN: Indie Authors - if you want a chunk of Gruncle B he not only does graphics but he is an amazing editor as well (with over 20 years experience in copy editing and advertising). If you ask him really nicely, he might consider taking on a few projects. Let me know and I can get you in contact with him.

Goals

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my writing goals and what I want to accomplish with my "hobby." There is the obvious - to get published somewhere respectable and have an audiobook- and I'm doing what I can to see my dream realized (waking up at 4am to write, research galore, and even some hair pulling.)


But, it seems I've been running around in circles for months, revising, writing, revising, and nothing is getting done. This, I think, is because I've not set any goals. Worse yet, when I do, I'm not held accountable to them.
[Note: I'm starting a FB group to help me and other writers set goals and become accountable to them].
I've decided to adapt the "SMART" approach to setting my goals. Here are my goals (both short-term & long-term and the milestones between).§  Write/Revise  1,500k a day (minimum)§  Finish WaF (Angel/Shape shifter Erotic Romance)§  Synpopis for WaF§  Query Letter for WaF§  Submit to publisher (Shamhain or Carina...) §  And finally, get my coveted contract and then audiobook
On my back burner... Blood Lust Rising is complete, and for the last year has been in Harlequin's black pit of a slush pile. After much soul searching (and gentle urging from my Gruncle B) I decided to self publish the title (and will the subsequent books pending the success of the first one). My self-publishing journey will be littered with its own set of goals! (Edits, cover art, monthly sales, promotion efforts, etc.).  In closing, I ask what are your goals?