Launching Romance into the stars.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

A Stellar Affair - Guest Post by Laurel Richards (@Laurel_R_books) #scifirom

Whether you believe in psychic ability or not, you’ve probably seen on TV where the police occasionally consult a psychic on a case. Nothing the psychic “sees” is admissible in court, of course, but any evidence he or she leads the police to could help put the bad guy away. Well, what if psychic ability was really strong in some people, and those individuals were used for military purposes? What ethical dilemmas might arise out of that?

In A Stellar Affair, I have the hero, Jack, struggling with that very problem as he uses his psychic ability to extract valuable intelligence from the minds of the enemy. Jack wants to save lives, but his ability also makes him empathetic to the captives he interrogates. When he meets Ardra, he starts to feel like the two of them are no more than pawns in a war neither of them started. And while they’re supposed to be on opposite sides, the attraction between them grows into something far more powerful than hate.

A mind can be a powerful weapon, but the human heart can be even stronger. A Stellar Affair is a sweet/sensual romance that plays out the battle of the mind and the heart against the backdrop of interstellar conflict.


Blurb: Sometimes the heart leads and the mind must follow.

Ardra has no idea why she’s been abducted and thrown into a Roimiran interrogation room. She is simply a Tetch botanist on her way to a distant planet, not an enemy spy. She’s scared of the piercing eyes of the mind-reading precept assigned to uncover whatever secrets her mind might be holding. But even more worrying is the strange soul-deep connection between her and her captor.

Jackson Deimos excels at slipping in and out of someone’s memories to retrieve military intelligence deliberately hidden away—even from an unwitting carrier. But Ardra’s brain is a labyrinth of defenses he’s never encountered before. Plus, her beauty shouldn’t be this much of a distraction.

As their battle of wits and wills wears on, their emotions are the first to betray them. But if Jack can’t break through Ardra’s barriers, his superiors will turn her over to someone who will—by force. Leaving Jack having to choose between doing his duty or following his heart.


When Jack went to visit Ardra a couple of days later, she was even more obstinate than usual. He had given Nash the name Stevin to cross-reference, but he wanted to see if he could find out more from Ardra herself. Although she was still under medical supervision at the infirmary, she looked much better, and her powers of resistance had returned. He was having trouble keeping his focus.

“This would be a lot easier if you cooperated,” he told her.

She sat on the narrow bed with her back against the wall and her arms crossed.

“You read minds,” she said hotly. “Read this.”

“That wasn’t very nice,” he scolded her, but he had to repress a smirk. “All right. You win for now. If you don’t want to share anything with me today, I won’t push you. I just thought maybe you’d want to know why you woke up talking to Stevin.”

She frowned at him. “I did?”


When she didn’t say anything else, he let it go. “Fine. Maybe you’ll want to talk about it later.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Why don’t we see about getting you checked out of here?”

“So I can race back to my comfy prison cell?” she asked.

“Are you unhappy with your room?”

She looked at him askance, but he could tell she wasn’t nearly as angry at him as she wanted him to believe. “Only with its function.”

He sat back. “You want your freedom?”

“Of course I want my freedom,” she snapped.

“And you think walking out of here will solve everything and give you that liberty?”

She stalled for a moment. “I certainly wouldn’t expect you to understand. You’re just after a damn number. You don’t care about me.”

Was she finally admitting she could have the information he wanted?

“I am after a number,” he told her honestly, “but I’m also trying to help you. You think you can ever be free with a Tetch download jackknifed in your skull? As long as you have that intel, you’re nothing but a puppet—a political pawn. You don’t even know who you are.” She looked hurt, so he softened his tone. “And I do care about you, probably more than I should.”

Her gaze collided with his, and he saw a feeling there that he couldn’t quite read. Hope? Affection? Before he could say anything else, he heard a loud call from outside.


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Thursday, July 30, 2015

Releasing August 7th, 2014 ~ Dangerous, A Black Hills Wolves Story

Eleven years from the day he left, Xan Davis returns to Los Lobos a changed Wolf. After promising his insane Alpha, Magnum, that no one will ever know who he really is, he is forced to endure unspeakable torture in distant lands. The Black Hills call to his tormented soul, so he goes, hoping the familiar forests will soothe his suffering inner beast.

Liv Dunn, born a coyote but living as human, constantly looks over her shoulder. Less than a year before, a former patient attacked her, leaving her emotionally devastated. Hoping for a fresh start and the chance to find the coyote who’s remained elusive since childhood, she travels to the Black Hills.

Suffering from PTSD and no longer able to shift, Xan loses it in Gee’s Bar, Drew intervenes, forcing him into therapy with a human doctor living near Los Lobos. But just when their professional relationship blooms into more, Xan’s past arrives on his doorstep. This time, his enemy has set their sights on his mate, knowing he will do anything to protect her. 

Monday, May 4, 2015

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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Meet Decadent Beyond Fairytales' newest author, Gina Winn.

Into The New

2014 shaped up to be an interesting year. In March, I discovered the existence of critique partners and in July, after I finished my first story and put it away in the drawer, it was my CP’s who pushed me to request a fairytale from Decadent Publishing.

I sat back, rubbed my hands together and anticipated a dark tale from the Brothers Grimm with a moral to guide the way through my own version of it. Wrong! When I checked my email, I’d received a Hans Christian Andersen story – but that was okay, too. After all, I know a couple of his – ‘The Little Match Girl’, ‘The little Mermaid’ and… wait a minute ‘Dance, Dance, Doll of Mine’… what? Suddenly, all I knew about my story that it was written by somebody Dutch. Actually, no. He was Danish, so what I knew kept shrinking.

Worse came. I looked up my story found it a grand total of forty-nine lines long. Forty-nine. Almost like he never meant it to be a story on its own – more like the ideas we all scribble down when inspiration strikes but we have limited time. He probably wrote it on the 1800s Danish version of a napkin.

I read it, and then I read it again. I already had my starting point – “Once upon a time”, so I had that much going for me, at least.

But, slowly, the short story that seemed like a limiting factor turned around to be limitless. I didn’t have only forty-nine lines, I had ONLY FORTY-NINE LINES and I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. I had little to guide me, but also nothing to constrain me.

I ended up with ballet dancers, toy makers, gang members, mortorbikes, a step mother, and a tattooed hero.

On December 22nd, Decadent accepted my story for publication, and I received my contract. Christmas came early to my house and 2015 is going to be a fabulous year full of hard work and opportunity.

Last year I knew nothing about what to do with a story after I finished it, and this year I’m going to learn.

I’m really looking forward to 2015 – to the learning, the hard work, the new people to meet and network with, and the way my kindle is about to groan under an ever-increasing TBR list courtesy of all the new authors I find.

Happy New Year, everybody! I wish lots of luck, success, and opportunity for all of you.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Beyond Fairytales version of The Dryad by Vicki Ballante

I’m very excited to present my first Beyond Fairytales' release, The Century Sage, based on The Dryad. Writing for the line has been a true adventure, and I’m so excited to have my book out.

The Dryad is a fascinating Andersen fairytale. Here’s what inspired my story and a brief summary of The Dryad story:

The Dryad is a tree spirit and she lives inside a tree in France in the countryside. Paris is becoming a popular destination, and she hears all the wonderful stories about the city by people and creatures nearby where she’s rooted. She wishes to go to Paris for years. Eventually, her wish comes true and she’s replanted in Paris but it’s not as exciting as she’d hoped because she’s only in one spot and doesn’t get to see all the wonderful sights and sounds. She wishes to be human to see those sights. She cries out for a short life as a free spirit to see the world. It’s granted to her. She goes to the city, the catacombs, under the sea, a beautiful garden, but she’s never satisfied – she’s always looking for something, ever restless. Eventually, she dies outside a church having never found her heart’s desire because she didn’t flourish where she’d been planted.

It’s rather a tragic little tale, but I suppose it has a valid message to us – the proverbial grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Anyway, Lina in my story has been trapped in one place her whole life because of her calling as a dryad or tree sage. When she goes to Paris, she finds herself trapped there for other reasons.


Lina is a tree sage, a gifted person who heals trees, but her duty binds her to one place for her whole life until she marries. Tree sages must marry and birth a daughter by twenty-eight, even if true love is out of the picture. When hot rally winner Brad meets her, he is drawn to her mystical powers. Lina can’t resist the man who represents something she shouldn’t go for, but neither can she turn away his sexy touch. Brad offers to marry her and take her on a world-wide rally tour. She can fulfill her dream of traveling, and he provides a way to meet the demands of her breed, but will that be enough? What about love?

When Lina settles in Paris, loneliness and unfulfilled expectations threaten to pull the shaky relationship apart. Could the barriers between them be caused by an evil greater than they imagined? Soon, they will have to fight for Paris, but will they survive?


She led the way through the darkened nursery to her front door. The fresh breeze from the trees calmed her, and she couldn’t resist stopping by the dwarf coral trees with their scarlet trumpet flowers gathered onto tapered spikes.
“These are one of the most popular choices for gardens.” She sniffed a flower and caressed a silky leaf. “They’re hardy and grow fast, but don’t take up too much space.” Her nerves were making her babble.
Surprise shook her when his hand caressed the nape of her neck, his touch cool yet sending searing heat through her.
“You’re so gentle with them. Kiss me, Lina.”
She turned to find him inches from her. His breath smelled sweet like the rose or lavender bush, warm and fresh at the same time. She moved closer to kiss him, and as their lips met, shivers ran through her. Closing her eyes, she took in the full sensation of him surrounding her with solid arms. Joy and hunger for more mingled inside her.
If only she could have him.
“Let’s go inside,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I want to see you. The dim light coming from your front door doesn’t illuminate your beauty.”
For a first kiss, it was a little disappointing. Too quick, not enough savoring, little exploration.
“Don’t you want to look around?”
“Do you have a brochure I can look at?”
The trees nattered amongst themselves. Several of them seemed surprised she’d brought a man home. Smiling, she unlocked her front door, snapped on the lights, and directed Brad to her living room.
Immediately, her indoor ferns shimmered, and their leaves plumped up. Brad gaped at them.
No one had ever noticed the big part of her life—the way plants responded to her presence—before. Not even Henk had picked up on it.
“I feel it, too,” he whispered near her ear, sending spasms through her core.
“Feel what?” Her body moved toward unmistakable arousal. The disappointment from the hurried kiss faded in the brightness of his male aura. Could she resist?
“This power, this energy when you come into a room. The trees and plants pick it up. What sort of talent do you have?”
“I’m just like anyone else.” A lie, but she’d wished for normality her whole life.
“Oh, no you’re not. That’s what drives me crazy about you.” He ran sizzling hot fingers down her neck to the dip where her collar bones met. “Every time I see you, I get goose bumps on my arms. Tingles run up and down my legs. I struggle to breathe. It’s more than sexual attraction. I’m drawn to you, to your essence. I don’t think I could ever enjoy life without you.”

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Soul Candy--The 24 Hour Wooden Spoon Writing Challenge.

Yes, Ana is punishing me. In order to get my prize, I have been instructed to write a 2k story in 24 hours. Sweet f/f romance and it must have a wooden spoon.

Okay, I'll bite. Here you go. Now where are my cookies!

My grandmother always said good chocolate comes from the heart. It’s simmered in love and if prepared properly, will warm the soul.
It’s why I call my chocolate shop, Soul Candy.
As I pull the spoon out of the batch and stare at the clump, I know even the devil wouldn’t want a piece of this soul. It’s nothing short of stomach turning, and it’s not the impression I want to make on Ms. Ka-Bloom.
The smell of burnt chocolate carries a certain stench that’s hard to get out of your nostrils and off your clothing. It also doesn’t lie. It says I’m impatient, more about the finish than the process to get there. And lord, it stinks. The smoke rolls off the pot as I grab the handle and head to the sink before the smoke detector starts screeching.
I rushed the batch, I’ll admit. It was my fault. But my hastiness doesn’t stem from the need to get the task over and done with. I love the process. It’s the florist next door that drives my desire to get it done.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and she’s put in a rather large order of boxed chocolate dipped caramels sprinkled with coarse ground sea salt. The sooner I get these babies dipped, the sooner I can drop them off. Purely for my own selfish reasons.
Not but a few minutes ago she blew into my shop smelling like roses and fresh greenery. A scent better than any perfume she could wear. She stopped me in my tracks, this blonde, floral whirlwind. Spring had exploded in my store and I caught myself muttering, Ka-Bloom.
“My shipment is stuck in a blizzard. I won’t have it for at least a week.” She wrings her hands and stares at me. “I have a ton of flower and candy orders going out Valentine’s Day and have no candy. Can you help me? I need over twenty boxes of chocolate covered caramels.” She sets three hundred dollars down on the counter and reaches up and chews on her thumbnail, then drops her hand and begins to pace in front of my counter. “Do you have time? Is that enough? I mean can you...of course you don’t have’s only the busiest day for candy shops and florists. Oh, I’m in such a mess....” She stops and turns toward me. “Am I crazy for asking this?”
She has eyes the color of a green glass bottle with sunlight shining through it. I only can make this comparison because my mother kept an old soda bottle in the windowsill. You don’t see pop in glass that way anymore, but I couldn’t help but think of it as I stared at them. “Yes.”
“Yes you can help me, or I’m completely nuts?” She bites her lip. Plump. Pink. Oh so pretty. Her cheeks are flush and I’m not sure if it’s with excitement or from the chill in the air outside.
I come around the counter, some because conversation is easier this way, some because I’m dying to get closer. I tuck an errant strand of my fire engine red hair behind my ear. It always wants to hang in my face, twist and curl in every direction imaginable. I know the effort is futile and won’t make a bit of difference in the unruliness, but I’m nervous. She’s exactly the kind of woman I’d date. “Yes, you are in a mess. Yes, it’s the busiest time of the year for me. Yes I will help you. Three hundred is more than enough. I’m sure you’ll have change.”
She squeals and throws her arms around me, hugging my body tight. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Roses. I inhale her scent and I’m smitten. She releases me and steps back, her cheeks have gone from pink to red. “I’m sorry. I’m just so...grateful. You’ve saved my butt. I have to go, but thank you so much.” She spins around. The chimes on my door jingle, and she’s gone.
The florist next door is a goddess.
Twenty minutes later, the door jingles again. “Be right there!” I call out from the back and wrinkle my nose, hoping the customer doesn’t catch wind of what’s cooking in the back. I untie my apron and toss it on the counter in disgust. My wooden spoon stands upright in a pot of petrified burnt chocolate. Expensive chocolate I’d imported from Germany. No amount of soaking would loosen the mess. I’d broken out the best for Ka-bloom. I shake my head staring at the dollars signs headed for the dumpster. What had come over me?
When I step through the door to the display case, I once again come face to face with Ka-Bloom. “Hey, you’re back.” I smile, feeling shy. My belly flutters as she thrusts a bouquet of deep red roses into my hands.
“I am.” Her dimples make an appearance and my heart does the soft shoe in my chest. The scent of flowers permeate the air and I catch myself staring again. I can’t take my eyes off her decadent mouth.
“I wondered if you’d like some fresh flowers to display around the shop, you know, for Valentine’s Day?” She sniffs and her nose wrinkles. “What’s that smell?”
Blink. Blink. “Um, what smell?”
“It’s like burnt rubber.” Sniff. “But worse.”
I step back. Is it clinging to me? “I think the city is flushing the sewers.”
“Oh,” she smiles again. “That explains it.” She turns to leave and stops, glancing back. “You can keep the vase. I found it at an antique mall.” I glance down and see it’s this marbled glass in caramels and creams. It almost looks edible. “It’s called slag glass and it made me think of you.”
And then she was gone. I sigh. Hopeless. Sap. Whatever.
I sniff the roses and grin. She thought of me.
She thought of me. Outside of the shop. Could the attraction go both ways? I stare at the flowers for what seems like several minutes when a customer comes through the door and I’m snapped out of my trance.
“So, you’re the chocolate lady.” A man stands in front of me, sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “You know it’s just an excuse for her to come over here. Right? She doesn’t really need all that candy.”
“Who? What?” I stutter.
“My sister, Ana.” He gives me one of those “oh duh” looks.
I lower my bouquet and study the man closer. He has the same eyes as Ka-bloom, er Ana. “Your sister?”
“Yes. She’s been talking about you since she opened her shop four weeks ago. She saw you putting a candy display in the window and has been trying to work up the courage to meet you.”
“I don’t follow.” He couldn’t be telling me what I thought he’s telling me.
He gives me the look again. “You do like women, or am I way out of line here?”
I set my vase of flowers down on the glass countertop, maybe a little harder than I should. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. And you are out of line. Do you see me asking you if you date women?” I don’t advertise, but I don’t hide it either. That he knows, raises my brow a bit. What gave it away?
As if reading my mind, he answers. “You know, I’ve seen the way you look at her, through the shop window. I kind of coaxed her into coming in here and waited for her outside. I’m the moral support.”
“You know, that you’ve been’s kind of creepy.”
He shrugs. “So, there are these two tickets to a show downtown tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at six."
“Whoa!” I throw my hands up. “I didn’t say I was looking for anyone.” I hated when people found out I was a lesbian, I became the perfect girlfriend for their friend, co-worker, sister or whatever. It didn’t work that way. I liked to pick my own dates.
“What? She likes you. You like her. What’s the problem? I saw the way you watched her from outside. I don’t mean to offend, so I’m just going to come out and say this. Her high school sweetheart, her girlfriend of ten years was killed in a car accident two years ago. She hasn’t dated anyone since, and I want to see her happy. Yes, I’m the interfering big brother. Don’t you think I know that? When she talks about you, she smiles. And you can’t tell me she isn’t pretty. Please, help me out here. Say yes.”
“I don’t know.” I fidget. I hate setups, and I’m not exactly crazy about the fact I seem to be wearing a big target that says available lesbian.
“You know you want to.”
“Oh, shut up.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll go. She kind of makes me smile too.” Who was I kidding, she more than makes me smile.
He does this fist pump and he’s out the door. I’m beginning to wonder If I will get anything done today. Who cares? I have a date, and twenty boxes of caramels to whip up before tomorrow and I’ve already decided to write them off as a promotion. Flowers and chocolates combined. I should have thought of that sooner. I head out back and get to work. 

Valentine’s Day comes faster than expected. I pull on my favorite pink sweater, jeans and boots. I’ve arranged my hair twelve different ways, in a full range of Orphan Annie to Pippi Longstocking. Right now, I’m totally rocking Raggedy Ann. I look at my curls, dosed with a healthy portion of styling products and decide it’s about as good as it’s going to get. Now, I just need to remember to stay away from open flames.
Ana arrives about five. I help her load the chocolates into her hatchback. Just as she opens the door to get in, she turns to me. “I wanted to ask you something.”
I smile, having a pretty good idea what it is she wants to ask. “Yes?”
“I lied about the chocolates. I didn’t need them. I wanted to meet you, and well, I guess I went a bit overboard. Would you mind helping me take these chocolates to the local shelter? I’d like to give them a Valentine’s Day treat.”
Pretty, and a heart of gold. I reach into my pocket and hand her the three hundred dollars back. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t need them. Your brother told me.”
“But they cost money to make.” She shoves the bills back at me.
I shake my head and refuse to take them back. “Which, is the best money I ever spent. What a great idea. Let me lock up and I’ll be right back.”
“Well, if you won’t take the money, I’ll donate it. I’ve also been meaning to ask....”
I press my fingers to her lips. “We better get going or we’ll miss the show. I’ll be right back.” I close up and lock the shop door. When I get back to the car, Ana is sitting in the front seat with the engine running. “You know,” she says as I climb in and buckle my belt. “There’s nothing quite like flowers and chocolates for Valentine’s Day.”
“No, there isn’t. Other than spending it with someone like you.” Ana smiled and we pulled away. Thirty years later, we still make a trip to the shelter on February 14th. Ana gives me flowers and her heart. I give her chocolates and my soul.
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