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February 17, 2013
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Maiden and the Monster by Michelle M. Pillow
February 14, 2013
Vlog: Photography Update
Michelle’s YouTube Channel
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Michelle M. Pillow: Photography Update
Very informal micro chat about my experiences as a published author/photographer.
Answering questions about my photography, http://www.PrettyPoisonPhotography.com
About Michelle:
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance™, is a multi-published (over 70 published books!) , award-winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural–ghosts, magical powers, and oh… vampires. What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful? After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
She has been on the Amazon bestseller list multiple times, nominated for the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award 2011, the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.
Publishers include everything from Indie to small press to big NY pubs: Random House, Virgin Books, Rouge (Ebury), Pocket Books, The Raven Books, Adams Media, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain, Running Press, Robinson, etc
Michelle is a journalist for Paranormal Underground Magazine. She has a BGS in History/Business with an English Minor, and a Photography degree. In 2009 she and fellow author Mandy M. Roth started their own highly successful self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books.
Readers can contact her through her author website http://www.MichellePillow.com
For photography, visit http://www.PrettyPoisonPhotography.com
Join her email newsletter at http://www.michellepillow.com/newsletter/?p=subscribe
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February 11, 2013
Excerpt: Date With Destiny (Pleasure Cruise II) by Michelle M Pillow & Mandy M Roth
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Academically-minded, uptight Anna only agreed to go on Date with Destiny, a campy game show, because she wanted to win an SUV. She never dreamed that accidentally selecting the wrong prize would land her on a cruise ship full of supernaturals. At least she’s bringing someone along for the ride—her best friend Winter, a kooky free spirit with a penchant for mischief.
Andre and Christian, were-panthers and twin brothers, are polar opposites as far as personalities go. One views life as a party, the other is entirely too serious. But once they meet their intended mates, this night-and-day duo can finally agree on one thing—Anna and Winter will be theirs and theirs alone before they get back to shore.
The Powers That Be have ensured none of them will get off the ship until the two couples are mated. But as the brothers quickly realize, these human females mean to challenge them every erotically-charged step of the way.
Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence
This book was previously published. It has been revised and revisited for this second edition.
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An Excerpt From: Date with Destiny
Copyright © MICHELLE M. PILLOW AND MANDY M. ROTH
“Don’t you read the news, Winter? Do you know what kind of diseases are on cruise ships? They’re like floating viruses, breeding grounds for any sickness you could imagine. My goodness, if they don’t kill you with communicable diseases transmitted from person to person, the food will get you. I shudder to think how many forms of hepatitis could be contracted on this thing. Don’t even get me started on restaurants at each port. You never know…
Winter rolled her eyes behind Anna’s designer-suit-clad back and mimicked her talking. Her friend hadn’t shut up about the cruise since she’d won it on the game show. Looking at the giant ship at port, along the Texas coastline, she didn’t see Anna’s floating virus. She saw a portal to fun. The blue ocean and warm, salty air beckoned them out to sea. Though they would sail around the Caribbean, the ship schedule didn’t show them docking at any island ports—or so Anna said as Winter didn’t live her life by adhering to schedules. Instead they would be trapped, adrift in paradise with nothing but the waves and, if her tea-leaf reading held true, scores of single, hot men. Could anything be more romantic?
Hearing Anna’s loud, grumpy sigh, Winter said, “Everything happens for a reason. Why not have a little faith in the master plan? Maybe this cruise is your destiny.”
“No,” Anna said, matter-of-factly. “My date with destiny was a brand-new black SUV with brown leather interior and all the add-on features. Oh, and the complimentary Jet Ski to pull behind it. Not some floating deathtrap and a week of debauchery.”
“You’re planning on debau—on getting laid?” Winter arched a brow, hopeful her friend was finally ready to take a walk on the wild side of life. “By something that’s not mechanical or requires batteries? Maybe you’re right,” she reached for Anna’s forehead, “maybe you already contracted something.”
* * * * *
Christian sighed, leaning forward as he peered into the suite’s oval bathroom mirror. Combing his long brown hair back from his face, he pulled it into a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. Not a hair was out of place when he finished. He had personal grooming down to a science.
He wore nothing but a towel wrapped neatly around his firm waist. His bare feet absently tapped on the floor as Andre started on his next ’80s tune. His twin really wasn’t a bad singer, if he’d just stop butchering the lyrics.
Suddenly the shower turned off and Andre hopped out, glistening wet as he strummed an air guitar and flicked his tongue in and out. Christian’s brow rose as he tried not to watch Andre’s one-man show. Though the event was oddly like a car crash—as much as one didn’t want to look at it, the compulsion to do so trumped all restraints.
Andre didn’t even seem to notice he had an audience, that or he just didn’t care. Still humming softly, he grabbed a towel off the wall and haphazardly dried his hair then his body, not caring that he missed a few spots.
“Hey, let me get in here,” Andre said, dropping his damp towel on the floor and reaching toward the neatly organized sink. He knocked down a bottle of cologne while grabbing the mousse. Squirting some hair product on his hand, he continued humming as he dropped the can in the sink. As Andre moussed his hair, combing the messy length only with his fingers, Christian picked up the fallen bottles. “Oh yeah, thanks, I need that.”
“You have a bathroom in your own cabin.”
“Oh, I know. But I sort of forgot to bring my toiletry bag. I don’t have anything but my toothbrush next door. Well, that and my clothes of course.”
“I gave you a list of what to pack.”
“Yeah, and when I was out the other night, I ran into this foxy gal and needed something to give her my number with.” Andre smiled. “It worked great, thanks.”
Christian didn’t dignify the comment with a response. He sighed as Andre grabbed his cologne and put it on, not bothering to recap it when he was done. Picking up after Andre as his brother strode from the bathroom naked he mumbled, “Just like home.”
Andre ignored his grumbling brother and headed to his cabin in order to dress. Christian spent too much time being perfect. Andre was just the opposite. He liked music, movies, making an artistic mess and a well-written novel, especially the ones that had loads of steamy sex poured on each page. Who wanted to have an intellectual conversation when you could lie on your back and just let your mind drift aimlessly? Or watch the latest hottie ride you as her tits bounced in your face.
Ah, this is the life…or at least it was, for soon I’ll be a married man.
February 9, 2013
Michelle M. Pillow: First Book
Michelle M. Pillow: First Book
Very informal micro chat about my experiences as a published author.
Answering the reader question: How many books do you have and which was your first?
Michelle’s YouTube Channel
https://www.youtube.com/user/michellepillow
About Michelle:
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance™, is a multi-published (over 70 published books!) , award-winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural–ghosts, magical powers, and oh… vampires. What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful? After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
She has been on the Amazon bestseller list multiple times, nominated for the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award 2011, the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.
Publishers include everything from Indie to small press to big NY pubs: Random House, Virgin Books, Rouge (Ebury), Pocket Books, The Raven Books, Adams Media, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain, Running Press, Robinson, etc
Michelle is a journalist for Paranormal Underground Magazine. She has a BGS in History/Business with an English Minor, and a Photography degree. In 2009 she and fellow author Mandy M. Roth started their own highly successful self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books.
Readers can contact her through her author website http://www.MichellePillow.com
For photography, visit http://www.PrettyPoisonPhotography.com
Join her email newsletter at http://www.michellepillow.com/newsletter/?p=subscribe
Visit Author Michelle M. Pillow
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February 7, 2013
Excerpt: Commanding the Tides by Michelle M Pillow
Commanding the Tides by Michelle M Pillow
Lords of the Abyss 2
Paranormal Underwater Romance
Terminally ill, Cassandra Nevin has come to the ocean to live out her days on a boat with a bunch of scientists who don’t even know she’s sick—or that she’s not even a scientist. When something from the depths of the abyss attacks their boat, leaving her to drown, she knows it’s her time. But then the unimaginable happens—she lives.
Iason the Hunter doesn’t understand why the woman he’s trying to save from death seems insistent he save anyone but her. Duty bound to try and rescue whoever he can; he takes the woman into Deep Ocean, to his home beneath the waves. But it would seem a watery grave wasn’t the only thing threatening his new charge’s life. To try and save her from her illness would mean possible disgrace and being banned from ever swimming in the ocean again. But what else can he do? From the first moment he saw her, she had command over his heart.
Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
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Chapter One
Iason the Hunter swam through the murky waters of the dark ocean. The sound of drowning victims echoed in his head. No matter how often he heard such despair, it never became easier. He wished he could save them, but all he could do was push the humans toward the surface and wish them luck. Besides, by the time he and his fellow hunters got to the ship, the hull was sinking down into the ocean’s depths. It had been too late for many of the mortals and there was no land for miles.
Though, honestly, perhaps saving them was crueler than letting them drown. They were in the middle of the ocean, no sign of rescue vibrating in the water. Chances were their bodies would weaken and they would die. If they managed to float on a raft, the hot sun would kill them just as surely. But, what else could he do?
Seeing a flash of silvery black fins in the water, Iason frowned. That was not the creature they hunted. He watched carefully, seeing the subtle flash again.
‘I think I see Brutus or Demon,’ Iason said to his fellow hunters, using their mind link. All the Merr could communicate by telepathy in the water.
Caderyn, to his right, looked at him in surprise. ‘Where?’
Iason pointed down toward the ocean’s floor.
Iason was part of a team of three Merr hunters—himself, Caderyn and Solon—known simply as the Hunters. There were twelve Merr hunters total, split up into four teams of three. Three brothers, Rigel, Demon and Brutus were another team, the Warriors. Rigel, the youngest and smallest of the three, led the team. There were also the Knights led by Cain and the Soldiers led by Hrafn. Both the Knights and Soldiers were taking a much needed break from hunting while the other two teams took up their duties.
Solon was the leader of the Hunters because he chose to carry the vial around his neck. It was filled with a liquid that would paralyze the scylla so they may catch it. The liquid was the only way to stop a scylla. Unfortunately, if spilled, it could paralyze the Merr as well. Carrying it was a job that took much concentration. Solon had to have final say when it came to capturing the creature because it was he who needed to get into position.
The three Hunters had worked together for years and none of them had black tails. Caderyn’s was purple. Iason’s was green. Solon’s was green-gold.
Iason motioned his hand. In the distance they saw Brutus emerge to push a drowning human toward the surface. The mortal man was still alive and grabbed a floating piece of the ship’s debris. Brutus swam quickly under his legs, making a current that would drift the survivor away from the shipwreck.
‘Rigel must be close,’ Caderyn said. His dark brown hair drifted around his head, floating briefly before his stark purple eyes. The silver purple of his tail whipped once, pushing him up higher. Like all Merr, Caderyn’s tail and fins matched the color of his eyes. ‘What are they doing here? Were they sent to aid us?’
‘They track a scylla, same as us.’ Solon joined them, gliding his arms back and forth to hover in the water. His hazel eyes glowed slightly as he looked around, trying to track their prey. The vial around his neck drifted easily with his movements. ‘Rigel says it’s been evading them. I told him we have the same problem.’
‘That means there are two old ones in the water this night.’ Iason frowned.
The scyllas were dangerous creatures. They were spirits of the water, mindless, reckless, forever searching. Two scylla together would be strong enough to push any one of them out of the water. One of the only things that could kill the Merr was surface air. It would burn the skin, but if breathed it would destroy.
‘Aye,’ Solon answered.
Caderyn swam toward Brutus, his long tail waving in the water to propel him forward. Iason could hear him calling out. Brutus turned in surprise. Soon, all six Merr were gathered together.
Brutus and his twin brother, Demon, were two of the largest of the Merr race. They were identical in every aspect, from their long black hair to their matching dark eyes. Even their fins were the same silvery black color. It made them nearly invisible in the deeps waters, even to their own kind sometimes. Their younger brother, Rigel, was a lighter version of the twins. His hair was dark, but not black, and his eyes were grey. When the sunlight shone through the waves just right, his silver fins looked like ship metal floating in the water.
‘You’ve been away from Ataran longer,’ Iason said to the other team. ‘We will help you catch yours and then go for ours. You need to get home before you lose your way.’
The Warriors nodded. All knew they could only stay away from Ataran soil for two weeks before going mad. Once madness set in, they would never find their way back alone. Even going past a week was pushing it.
‘He’s a big one,’ Brutus said.
‘Slipped by us twice already,’ Demon added. ‘Tore up this ship, though I see now that he had help. We were wondering why it went down so fast for as big as it was.’
A cold rush of current, colder than usual, crept over them. They turned to the man Brutus had helped to save. The human’s legs kicked violently, and they saw the shadowed form of a scylla beneath him.
‘By All the Gods!’ Solon swore. ‘It is huge.’
All six men swarmed into action. Rigel tore the vial from his neck, ready to blow. The creature began to drift, nothing more than a dark spot in the water. It was a near shapeless, faceless shadowing. It made a dash past Brutus and Demon. The two brothers cut it off. Iason and Solon crowded its sides as Caderyn swam below. Rigel blew the vial. The creature bucked up, knocking the human up, tossing him high above the surface. Iason heard the man scream but ignored it.
Both Brutus and Demon latched onto the scylla, fighting it as they dragged it deep into the ocean. The creature soon became subdued and the hunters were able to drag it more easily.
Rigel waved at Iason. ‘Go. Find the second. I’ll push this mortal up and will follow my team.’
Iason looked at Caderyn. His friend closed his eyes, sensing the water. Suddenly, he pointed into the distance. ‘That way.’
‘What is that noise?’ Solon asked.
‘Another boat?’ Iason frowned. He reached out his hands, feeling the small vibrations of the water.
‘Not another one,’ Caderyn growled in frustration. ‘What are they all doing out this far to sea? Why tonight? This should have been an open water hunt.’
‘Come on, let’s bag it and drag it before it takes this ship down as well. I’m ready to go home.’ Iason waved his hand and pointed to where he detected the ship. His companions nodded in agreement. Swimming as fast as he could, he pushed into the distance.
* * * * *
Cassandra Nevin saw her life flash before her eyes as the freezing water surrounded her. She had a bad feeling about this trip, but then she had a bad feeling about everything since the doctor told her she was dying of cancer. Bone cancer. Not much to be done for it, not as late as they had caught it. She’d refused treatment, refused to prolong her life only to live in a bed withering away. Already, she’d outlived her initial prognosis, perhaps by sheer will, perhaps by dumb luck. Waiting for death to come for her had become her own sad little game, and she honestly knew that, when it did, she wouldn’t be surprised. Her parents didn’t understand, or maybe they did, but they didn’t agree with her choice.
No one on the ship knew except Ned Devenpeck. He was the head of the scientific expedition she was on. Cassandra was sure he just felt bad for her and that was why he let her tag along with only a few years of college science under her belt. She wasn’t one for charity, but in this instance she had taken it and gladly.
She knew that the other scientists were irritated with her because she didn’t know what she was doing. Cassandra didn’t care. Why should she? Life was too short to care about anything. It’s why she left school before graduating with a degree. Everyone she knew cried when they saw her, even her parents. She preferred the angry scientists to the constant pity, preferred to be yelled at and hated than to be treated like a dog on its last leg.
As the boat sank, hit from below by some creature the scientists couldn’t name, she’d been scared—scared of dying alone at sea, scared of that final icy breath of water, scared of the unknown beneath her in the darkness.
“Aliens?” someone had suggested as the boat was nearly tipped over on its side.
“New species of Deep Ocean fish rising to the surface to feed?” another scientist had proposed.
They were all great minds, rational minds, but the truth was they didn’t know any more than she what attacked the ship. The scientists had tried to catch the creature in a net. They had some success, but the creature had gotten free before they could pull it up.
Cassandra had gotten a small peak of their attacker in the water. If she had to guess, she would say the creature looked like a merman. But who would believe such a wild story from the woman who didn’t know the exact procedure to draw basic surface samples? So, she’d kept the observation to herself. It was quite possible that the pain meds were starting to affect her mind anyway. Since it was nighttime, she’d already taken her dose so she could sleep though the night.
So, yes, she’d been scared of dying the instant the water took her body. But now, as she stopped struggling and let the black ocean have her, a strange acceptance came over her. She was dying. What more picturesque means than at sea? Her body drifting forever in the ocean? It was poetic, in a beautifully sad way.
The black water surrounded her, blackened by the night sky. She watched the spotlight from the boat glancing over her head as she was pulled down and saw the faint outlines of scientists fighting for life. Cassandra felt bad for them and had to look away. The cold stung, but it was better to feel than not to. Soon numbness would set in and it wouldn’t hurt anymore. The cold was nothing compared to the deep ache in her bones, the constant agony, the lethargy of pain pills.
A glimmer came from in front of her, a green shimmering light unlike anything she would have expected in the dark Abyss. Hands reached for her, human hands. At first, she waited for them to touch her, but then they did and she struggled as they grasped onto her arms. They were real, too real to be a hallucination.
‘No! I’m ready. Let me go!’ her mind screamed. She struggled against the hands, fighting them. ‘Let me go! Save someone else. I don’t want to wither away. I want to drift.’
‘Let me help you,’ a voice ordered in her head. It was a male voice, a voice she didn’t know. ‘Stop struggling, woman. I won’t hurt you.’
Cassandra opened her mouth wide, ready to take the water into her lungs, ready for it to be over. Let him save someone else, someone with a chance. Instead of the ocean, warm lips pressed to hers. In her shock, she stopped struggling. No one had kissed her since she was diagnosed. Her boyfriend had left her. Oh, he tried to stick around, but he’d been too creeped out by it all and soon found the tiny excuse he needed to bail.
She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, slipping her tongue past his lips. He tasted sweet, like fruit wine. Her body was starved of contact, for a feeling beyond that of sterile examination gloves and clinical exams. So long had it been since someone just held her.
Her would-be rescuer jerked as she kissed him. Why wouldn’t he be surprised? She was dying in his arms, selfishly taking one last moment for herself.
The man tried to swim with her body. Cassandra didn’t care. She let him pull her. Her lungs were burning and soon it would be too late for her. It felt good to be held, even as the darkness threatened. She clung to the warmth. Death was close and she welcomed it, thankful that she wasn’t going to be alone when it finally came for her.
Her lungs burned, on fire with the need for air. A hand thrust into her hair. The mouth against hers widened, his lips slipping over hers. Then, blackness consumed her and she smiled. She would never have to feel another thing again.
© copyright 2007, Michelle M. Pillow
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
February 5, 2013
Let the Wild Out by Madelyn Porter (excerpt) – from The Raven Books
*Soft Release Jan 2013 (Buy from Amazon / Coming Soon Everywhere Else)
Paranormal Shapeshifter Erotic M/F/M Ménage Romance
Rachel Dunne thinks she’s safe from the politics of her people by keeping a low profile in America. When she comes face to face with one of the clan chiefs in search of a mate, she’s stunned yet incredibly turned on. There is a catch—one queen to two opposing clan chiefs. It’s hard enough fighting off the advances of one sizzling hot piece of alpha man-flesh, can she possibly resist two?
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Everyone should have at least two lovers.
That’s what Rachel Dunne’s crazy aunt used to tell her anyway. Her mother would have rolled over in her grave if she’d known her father’s sister had been given custody. After her parents died, Aunt Elvie was the only family member who could take her in. Rachel spent her teenage years under the care of a free lovin’, spirit séance havin’, illegal herb growin’, occasionally under arrest, Auntie Elvie. Luckily the sheriff was one of Elvie’s pot customer slash on-and-off-again lovers, and Elvie never stayed behind bars for too long.
It wasn’t an ideal childhood. But what Elvie lacked in modern morals and conventions she more than made up with love and patience. As for an Uncle Elvie, there wasn’t one—there were several. Elvie rotated her lovers like most people changed toothbrushes, and she always kept at least two of them around at a time. Though, for their kind, such things were not unusual.
Oh, Aunt Elvie also happened to be a bird shifter. Rachel always thought it accounted for her flighty behavior and great appetite for life. Though, how a bird shifter could get arrested in the middle of a forest was beyond her. Rachel suspected her aunt liked being put in cuffs.
For some reason, Aunt Elvie and her childhood had been on her mind a lot lately.
“What kind are you?”
Rachel pretended not to hear the man who spoke, keeping her attention on the ebook reader she held. She had seen him following her as she left the bookstore where guest authors, Mandy M. Roth and Michelle M. Pillow, had joint book readings. She’d felt his presence as she walked the streets and smelled him as he came into the coffee shop. She didn’t need to look at him to know he had dark hair and a rock-solid body. That much she’d seen from the reflection in the bookstore window. But experience taught her to stay away from other shifters. They had a wildness about them, an animalistic quality and a freedom Rachel fought hard to control in herself.
“What kind are you?” The unmistakable brogue of his Gaelic accent seemed out of place in the small Colorado town. That might account for his forward behavior. The shifters she’d met from overseas tended to have less puritanical ways. In America, unless on a preserve, shifters tended to mind their own business.
Rachel glanced at the hand he pressed flat against the table. There was no point in denying his claim. She could smell the shifter on him, as he could on her. However, his fragrance was potent and raw. He’d changed recently and, if the prickling sense of danger curling through her was any indication, he was dangerous. No wild bird here. Without looking up, she said, “I heard you the first two times, but my parents told me to never talk to strangers. Just keep it moving, buddy. I’m not in the life and I’m not looking for friends.”
The man turned his hand over so she could see his palm. An ancient, circular design had been burned into the flesh with a branding iron. It looked old, probably given to him in childhood in an ancient ritual. She stiffened, not needing further introduction. Rachel didn’t move for a long moment. She knew that mark. Everyone with shifter blood knew that mark. She’d never expected to see it in her lifetime, had hoped not. As far as she’d known, the marked ones were all living overseas, and she preferred it that way. Slowly lifting the back of her hand to her head in a subtle gesture of respect Aunt Elvie had taught her, she said, “My chief.”
“For someone not in the life, you know who I am.” He pulled his fingers into a fist. “Now I asked you a question. What kind are you?”
“Trout,” Rachel lied, finally looking up at him. “My kind is a trout. I’m diluted blood.”
She wasn’t sure it was wise to lie to her clan chief, but if he was asking about her kind, then being a tame creature of the river wasn’t useful to anyone. It had been a long time since she shifted, so her smell wouldn’t be potent at all. The lie would be believable. Hopefully he’d leave her alone now. Rachel fought the nervousness in her stomach. If he caught her lying to him she wasn’t sure what he’d do. The stories from the old country were brutal, practically medieval.
He slid into the chair across from her. “Trout?”
“Yes, my chief. A fish. When I change I swim in streams and try not to get hooked by fishermen while avoiding other spawning creatures. You can see why I’m not interested in the life.” Rachel made a move to stand, refusing to look into his eyes in case he sensed her fear. “If you would excuse me, I have to get to—”
“Wait.” He reached for her hand. The warmth of his touch took her by surprise.
“Yes?” Was it just her imagination, or could she feel the scar on his palm? Her attention focused on it, on him. Awareness shot through her.
“Who are your family? Which clan?”
“My family is gone. My aunt, Elvie Dunne, raised me. She passed two years back. My father, her brother, belonged to yours, the Duncanis clan. I don’t talk to any others. Any other questions you have are better directed at someone else. I hear there are shifters living in Colorado Springs. Perhaps you should try there.” Rachel withdrew her hand and he let her go. “Excuse me, Chief, but I can’t lose my job.”
“No reason to be so formal. Call me Douglas.”
She nodded, not saying his name or meeting his eyes. Grabbing her ebook reader, she held it a little too tightly.
As she walked away, she detected his whisper, “I’ll be seeing you, little trout.”
Rachel really hoped not.
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When her eccentric roommate talks her into visiting a sexy wax museum, Sandra isn’t prepared for just how lifelike and erotic the sculptures really are–especially the well-endowed Mr. Lumberjack whose yummy body beckons her to join him.
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Book One in The Girl Next Door Series
Krissy is finally out on her own, living in her new apartment and working on her graduate degree. Life has been so busy, there’s been no time for a social life, let alone time to find a man. When the hot guy in the building across the way deliberately catches her eye, she’s finally found something to set her sights on.
Sam is captivated by his new neighbor. She’s a temptress and he’s fast suspecting she knows exactly what she’s doing when she parades around in next to nothing and then casts him a seductive look. He’s never been timid when it comes to women, but he’s having trouble working up the nerve to approach 4B. Something about her appeals to him, but underneath he’s worried—she could be “the one”, but is the wealthy bachelor really ready to settle down?
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February 4, 2013
Michelle M. Pillow: Author Introduction
Michelle M. Pillow: Author Introduction
Michelle’s YouTube Channel
https://www.youtube.com/user/michellepillow
About Michelle:
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance™, is a multi-published (over 70 published books!) , award-winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural–ghosts, magical powers, and oh… vampires. What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful? After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
She has been on the Amazon bestseller list multiple times, nominated for the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award 2011, the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.
Publishers include everything from Indie to small press to big NY pubs: Random House, Virgin Books, Rouge (Ebury), Pocket Books, The Raven Books, Adams Media, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain, Running Press, Robinson, etc
Michelle is a journalist for Paranormal Underground Magazine. She has a BGS in History/Business with an English Minor, and a Photography degree. In 2009 she and fellow author Mandy M. Roth started their own highly successful self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books.
Readers can contact her through her author website http://www.MichellePillow.com
For photography, visit http://www.PrettyPoisonPhotography.com
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January 31, 2013
Michelle M. Pillow: Historical Romances (Mini Challenge)
Michelle M. Pillow: Historical Romances (Mini Challenge)
Informal chat about my historical romances
Mentioned in this video:
Emerald Knight: http://ravenhappyhour.com/Emerald_Knight.html
Maiden and the Monster: http://ravenhappyhour.com/Maiden_and_the_Monster.html
Lord of Fire, Lady of Ice (Jan 2013): http://www.michellepillow.com/lordoffireladyofice.htm
Michelle M.Pillow, Historical:
http://www.michellepillow.com/historical.htm
Michelle M. Pillow, Historical Paranormal:
http://www.michellepillow.com/paranormal_historicals.htm
Michelle’s YouTube Channel
https://www.youtube.com/user/michellepillow
About Michelle:
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance™, is a multi-published (over 70 published books!) , award-winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural–ghosts, magical powers, and oh… vampires. What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful? After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
She has been on the Amazon bestseller list multiple times, nominated for the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award 2011, the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.
Publishers include everything from Indie to small press to big NY pubs: Random House, Virgin Books, Rouge (Ebury), Pocket Books, The Raven Books, Adams Media, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain, Running Press, Robinson, etc
Michelle is a journalist for Paranormal Underground Magazine. She has a BGS in History/Business with an English Minor, and a Photography degree. In 2009 she and fellow author Mandy M. Roth started their own highly successful self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books.
Readers can contact her through her author website http://www.MichellePillow.com
For photography, visit http://www.PrettyPoisonPhotography.com
Join her email newsletter at http://www.michellepillow.com/newsletter/?p=subscribe
Visit Author Michelle M. Pillow
http://www.MichellePillow.com
The Raven Books
http://www.TheRavenBooks.com
