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New Release news!
Claimed by Desire is now out.
Broken by the loss of his mate, wolf shifter Dylan returns to his birthplace in Wales with only one thing on his mind…revenge. When Aeron enters his life, their intense attraction is too powerful to ignore, and budding attraction soon becomes something deeper.
Steamy passion fills the pages of Claimed By Desire, Book 2 of my hot and sexy romance series, Wild Hunters.
*Although part of a series it can be read as a standalone*
Early reviews are already coming in and they say:
–“5* Claimed by Desire was an awesome, paranormal, sexy and very HOT story”
–“Oh boy do I love a good shapeshifter story, but that is an understatement, in regards to Claimed by Desire, because this was an amazingly fantastic read.”
–“Skye Jones wowed me with Claimed by Desire…not to be missed. Skye Jones has created a winner.”
What’s it about?
Dylan Roberts returns to the Wales of his birth a changed man after the violent death of his mate. Having turned his back on being a bounty hunter and sworn off love for life, all he wants now is revenge.
When he meets Aeron Lombardo, his new farmhand, Dylan resents the intense attraction that blossoms between them. But Aeron won’t stop pushing and soon things take a hot and sexy turn.
As passions rise, danger rears its ugly head. Now Dylan and Aeron must choose whether to separate or commit to one another totally. Will Dylan take the final step and claim his new mate?
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My Christmas stripper story. 🙂
The joy of hearing about your jerk of an ex. Even when they weren’t ever really your ex.
In the background he heard Teela say, “Is that Thilo? Let me talk to him! I gotta tell him who Sam is dating now!”
Ugh. He didn’t really want to talk about Sam. Sam, who he’d had a crush on for ages, and who had used him only so he could pass Advanced Financial Accounting. Thilo’d fallen for those big blue eyes and high cheekbones, and he’d though Sam had felt the same, but was shy about it, so he’d been patient. Only to find out at graduation that Sam had been sleeping with an English major from one of the sororities the whole time. And he’d gone to work at his father’s huge accounting firm, making forty thousand a year to start, while Thilo had been forced to move out of state to get a sniff at a job that wasn’t part-time or crappy pay.
Yep, he definitely didn’t want to hear anything about Sam the Scam.
So, when Teela took the phone, he pre-empted her with a rapid fire, “I don’t want to hear it.”
“Aw, com on, Thilo, you’ll love this.”
“No, I won’t.” Not unless Sam was dating someone hideous, who would give him genital warts and make him impotent. Thilo reigned in his revenge-obsessed imagination with a sigh. “What are you guys up to?”
She laughed. “Drinking. Our own private Christmas party, and our We All Miss Thilo party.” He could barely hear her over the other four whooping, and someone—he thought it was Vic—yelled, “Hey, Thilo-man! Wish you were heeeeerrrrrrre!”
I tidied up the word files today, attached the manuscript and the synopsis to an email, and sent them both flying off to The Editor in Question.
Now I don’t know what to do with myself.
I pretty much ate, drank, and slept FM for the past three months. It feels very strange not to be immersed in that world. Breaking free of those emotions isn’t going to be easy, especially where the story ends on more of a HFN than a HEA. (Don’t worry, I have more in store for those boys, including a resolution to something that is still troubling Julian at the end of FM.)
I did find an excellent video of a hip hop routine that I’m going to use for inspiration for the Christmas story, and while lazing around in the bathtub, I’ve started patting a scene into shape that will be based off of it. Maybe I’ll do a bit of that tonight. Or maybe I’ll just watch reruns of Game of Thrones.
Or I could do housework.
Who am I kidding? Where’s the popcorn.
Yes, this is my old Goodreads Don’t Read in the Closet story. It’s the story of Robin, a burnt-out palliative care nurse, who takes a road trip to get his groove back, and falls in love with free-wheeling Jack-of-All-Trades Justin. (The poppies on the cover figure strongly in the story.) I’ve finally gotten around to putting it up where people can find it. (It came out while my husband was still sick and I was too distracted to add it to outlets at the time.)
If you were around during the event, you might remember that a group of us got together in a sort of daisy-chain of extra content, where we did interviews, or told stories about our characters. The bonus story at the end of the new edition, Caps with Justin, came from that activity. It’s a quick glimpse into Justin’s mind, on some random night during their road trip.
Anyway, it went live yesterday morning in the free section on Amazon and now it’s at #19 in the Free Kindle Gay Romance section! I see some friends on there too–Chris McHart and Ana J Phoenix, with their Goodreads stories from this year.
If you don’t like Amazon, Sign of Spring is also available at All Romance Ebooks, Kobo, iBooks, and Oyster.
Joyfully Jay: 4 stars!
The Novel Approach: 4 stars!
Don’t forget, it can be found at Amazon!
Please, if you’ve read and enjoyed, I’d appreciate a review, so Amazon doesn’t think I’m a freeloader. 🙂 (Just kidding. But reviews are nice, if you have the time.)
As specific dates come nearer–like submission date, publication date, forgot-to-buy-my-brother-in-law-a Christmas-present date–writers can get a little clingy. And editors are there to talk them down off the ledge. Or maybe drive them over it.
Me: The beta readers are trying to kill me.
Editor: All the best ones do.
Me: Hahaha. I’m worried, after all the hype, that I’ll get their notes back and I’ll be all, “OMG, I suck!”
Me: And the Christmas story isn’t co-operating. Maybe it was too big a change in mood?*
Editor: You’re a writer. Writers do that. And then their editors remind them that they’re wrong.
Editor: Could write a Christmas cannibal drabble to bridge the gap.
*The change in mood is from Flesh Market, which is dark and violent, to a Christmas stripper getting snowbound with a slightly innocent client on Christmas Day.
Two passes down, one more to go. I’ve fixed a lot of weird spelling issues that I think have something to do with my keyboard getting ready to die. (I can’t say all of it was the keyboard–at one point I found an entire sentence that had lived on from an earlier draft, and had nothing to do with the scene it was currently inhabiting.) Some plot problems from the end of the book, which I freely admit to sending out as a hot mess. Better now, but I bet that by the time I’ve gone through everything and it’s ready for publication, I’ll have added 5k words to it. I’ve already added 1300.
I still get lost in parts. Places where I horrify myself, places where I’m just so relieved I forget I’m editing. I hope that means I’ve done my job properly.
Back to aligning the synopsis with the story. I strayed a little, but I don’t think it affected the story negatively. There were some things that just sounded better in précis than they did laid out completely in the text. I want to finish this tonight so I don’t have to worry about it tomorrow. I have one beta to get back to me and I think I’ve already hit most of the changes that have to be made. I might actually get this thing off early. 🙂