New Release: Light the Shadows, by Michelle Clay

LightTheShadows-MichelleClay

Paranormal Romance
Evernight Publishing
Release Date – April 17, 2013

You only get one chance at life then you die. The game’s over, no second chances.  But she was never one to follow all the rules.

In a strange twist of fate, a woman flees purgatory only to jump into a newly vacated body. When she wakes in the hospital, she has a brand new life and a whole lot of unanswered questions.  Now she’s Micah Munroe, a real estate agent with broken memories of the messed up life she once lived. A mysterious man who claims to be Death says she’s his granddaughter and that she’s something called a grimm.

Sully knows she’s an imposter because he reaped the soul of the real Micah only a week ago. He suspects she might be a misplaced shadow, what he calls spirits and vengeful ghosts. He becomes obsessed with finding out who she really is and just how she inhabited a new body.  He’ll stop at nothing to find the truth and send her back to purgatory where she belongs.  What he didn’t bargain on was how his body would react to her or how powerful the white light within her is.

“Light the Shadows” contains adult content.

32cc5a7a55650ad8976ff9.L._V373968068_SY470_Even as a child, Michelle Clay wasn’t afraid of the things that went bump in the night. In fact, the thought of a world where werewolves roamed and Dracula reigned king may seem like an eldritch dream to most, but was exciting to Michelle. Instead of turning on a light for comfort, she reveled in the dark, imagining the lives of what was out there roaming the night and frightening those who didn’t truly appreciate how interesting the supernatural really were.

Nowadays, her visions continuously take shape as she brings life to the worlds she has imagined since childhood. The wild imaginings that often got Michelle out of, or more often into, trouble as a young girl have informed and enriched her storytelling as an adult, bringing a fresh new voice to the paranormal romance genre.

Michelle currently writes from her Texas Hill Country residence, surrounded by colonies of bats, Native American spirits, haunted frontier forts and hidden ghost towns.

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New Release: Marked Souls, by Michelle Clay

Marked Souls, by Michelle Clay
Release Date: June 15, 2012
Evernight Publishing

Not only can Alexandra Chandler summon demons, she can destroy them as well. Unfortunately, her unique gift has garnered the attention of Erielnael, one of the most powerful demons in the Netherworld. He recognizes the raw power Alex holds and wants to make her his familiar. This demon is unlike any other she’s ever gone up against. When she narrowly escapes him, he put a price on her head and his denizens will stop at nothing to please their master.

In an attempt to avoid Erielnael she stumbles across Jacob, a strange boy who hears voices. He claims demons whisper in his ear. Despite her initial aversion to him, they become fast friends. It is through him that she learns Erielnael plans to use her to rip the seams between the Netherworld and this realm apart.

Unfortunately for Alex, demons aren’t the only ones after her. A small, secretive group of demon hunters has learned of her talents and wants the use of her extraordinary gifts as well. When she agrees to help them, her life is turned upside down. To make matters worse she has fallen for Cole Murrough, a key member of the group, who is moody and sometimes difficult to get along with. Cole has a dark secret of his own, but can she accept it? Alex finds herself dealing with demons, a forbidden love, dark secrets and a betrayal so shocking; it could destroy everything she’s worked toward.


Excerpt:

Cole’s hair had begun to dry, forming curly wisps around his head. He was still shirtless, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away. She wanted, no, needed, to lick each and every water droplet off his body. Fingers at his waistband, she curled them against his hip bones.

He drove her backward, firmly planting her butt on the end of the bed. Then he retreated to the table in the corner and sat down. He snatched up the phone book and thumbed through it though he didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular. “Are you hungry?”

“No.” That was a lie. She was starving, but it wasn’t for nourishment. She licked her lips and watched his muscles flex each time he leaned back in the chair. He said something about finding a place that delivered, but she barely registered his words. All she knew for certain was that accent of his was damn sexy.

A jolt of awareness zipped through her each time he moved. Heat danced low in her abdomen and made her heartbeat race. She clenched her legs in an effort to quell the desires smoldering within. She attempted to sit perfectly still, but now that she was aware of it, she couldn’t ignore it. Damn that demon and its stupid curse!

Focus, Alex, focus! “So what you said back at the diner, was any of it true?”

He arched a brow. “Which part?”

“Something about a key.”

“You are the key.” He lowered his gaze back to the book. “That demon of yours wants to use you to split the seams between this realm and the Netherworld.”

“He said he wanted me to be his familiar.” The room had grown awfully warm. Alex scooted to the edge of the bed and struggled to shuck the socks from her feet.

“Once he has control of you, he can use you however he likes.” Cole sighed, obviously peeved that he had to talk to his prisoner. “He will use you to open the portal, and you’ll think nothing of it because you’ll be under his control.”

“No way. I won’t let that happen.”

“You will because that’s what he’ll command. You’ll be powerless to stop him.” He glared at her, seeming to dare her to argue further. “Doesn’t matter though. We won’t allow it.”

“Are you really going to kill me?” She lifted her hands in a helpless gesture.

His gaze followed the movement. “That’s up to the Council.”

Her fingers traced the gentle curve of her collarbone, seeming to have a mind of their own. “It’s so hot in here. Can’t you remove the cuffs to get this damned sweater off me?”

The book slipped from Cole’s fingers, and he cleared his throat. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Just be still. Go to sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy.” Tracing along the swell of her right breast, she imagined his tongue tracing the same contour. The cuff dragged across the sensitive bud, and a rush of sensation overwhelmed her. Though the feeling was muted beneath her bra and sweater, she couldn’t ignore the craving it brought forth.

“Damned Desmoedea,” he cursed beneath his breath. “You’ve really got to stop that, Alex.”

Cole’s gaze never wavered from hers. The book lay forgotten on the table as he sat up. He licked his lips, and Alex relished the idea that she had his full attention. She was getting to him. Maybe she could seduce him into freeing her hands. As soon as he did, she’d hit him with a jolt of energy and knock his cute butt out. Then she’d get the hell out of there and never look back. Only, she’d have to break the curse first. Otherwise, she’d be mad with sexual frustration and not thinking all too clearly. Things were just too complicated.

Her fingers trailed down to the waistband of her jeans. The button popped open easily enough, followed by the growl of the zipper.

He was beside her in an instant. Lust smoldered in his green eyes, but he did not touch her.

“This is your fault.” Her hands were on him again, tracing the graceful line of the mermaid’s tail on his bicep. The handcuffs rattled and jangled with each movement.

Cole grinned in a devilish manner. “How so?”

She rolled one of his small hard nipples between her fingers. “When Desmoedea came, I couldn’t protect myself. If it wasn’t for your handcuffs, I could have blasted her back to hereafter.”

It was easier to blame the demon for the covetous thoughts rushing through her. To fault Desmoedea was better than admitting she was wickedly attracted to this stranger. The same stranger who stripped her of magic, not to mention would give her over to the mysterious Council. Who knew what they had planned for her.

She leaned forward to flick his nipple with the tip of her tongue and delighted in the groan it brought from him.

His hand cupped her chin to tilt her face up to his. Then he leaned in, pressed his mouth against hers, causing an inferno to explode inside her. Cole was aroused by her. The proof of it pushed against her hip. He breathed into her, tongue sliding into her mouth, and she gave herself over completely to it.

His green eyes smoldered. “It seems only fair that I help alleviate your … discomfort.”

“Yes, please.” Alex experienced some difficulty maneuvering her hands in the cuffs. All she wanted was to touch him, feel his hot flesh against hers. Her fingers fluttered at his waist then dipped lower. “Take these cuffs off.”


Even as a child, Michelle wasn’t afraid of the things that went bump in the night. In fact, the thought of a world where werewolves roamed and Dracula reigned king may seem like an eldritch dream to most, but was exciting to Michelle. Instead of turning on a light for comfort, she reveled in the dark, imagining the lives of what was out there roaming the night and frightening those who didn’t truly appreciate how interesting the supernatural really were.

Nowadays, her visions continuously take shape as she brings life to the worlds she has imagined since childhood. The wild imaginings that often got Michelle out of, or more often into, trouble as a young girl have informed and enriched her storytelling as an adult, bringing a fresh new voice to the paranormal romance genre.

Evolution Thursday: Siobhan Muir

Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shapeshifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she’s dreaming about the heroes and heroines who make up her world. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy since she was a kid, she began to write her own versions of fairytales and completed her first fan fiction novel at the age of 13. No, it will never see the light of day.

Always interested in human interaction, Siobhan believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan can be found on her blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.


Siobhan, what gave you the idea for Her Devoted Vampire?

Actually, it was my husband who gave me the idea. He said all romance was bunk, so I asked if I could try to write one he liked (and since I’m a paranormal author, I picked a vampire). I tried to write it in such a way that would be believable to a man while still enticing the female readers. He now loves my stories (and I ask for his help in getting the male psyche right). 

Do you recall the first scene you wrote?

This was one of those strange stories that wrote start to finish. I started with the coffee shop meet-cute (as they say in Hollywood) and let it go from there. Some of the other scenes were added later, but that’s the one I started with.

Did you have a scene that you loved but ended up cutting?

Not in this story. I actually added scenes to Her Devoted Vampire that made it more believable.

I usually have an a-ha moment, where an insignificant detail becomes something really important. Did you have a moment like that? Will it spoil the plot to tell me what it was?

I did, yes. I’d written the beginning of the story with Bridget, the heroine, reading a trashy romance as an escape from the mundane-ness of her life. At the time, I only used it as device to entertain my husband, but the line that really got me was Bridget’s inner thought after she reads the excerpt of her book (and no, I can’t reveal it to you). It was so telling and summed up what was to come, I just sat there a moment, mouth agape, thinking, “Whoa. That’s really cool.”

Are you surprised where the story took you? Or if ended up where you planned, were you surprised how you got there?

This story went where I wanted it to go, but I was surprised at how many others it engendered. There are characters that wanted their own tales and then I got to thinking about their siblings, friends, and coworkers. Suddenly I had four werewolf stories, another vamp tale, and a contemporary romantic suspense all explode out of this one little story. I didn’t realize it would be an introduction to a whole world of stories.

What story idea is sitting in the class right now, raising his hand madly, begging you to call on him?

LOL, just one? I have about four, three boys and a girl, all waving and demanding it’s his/her turn. Which is great for the readers – there will be at least that many out per year (if the characters will let me finish them).

Thanks so much for playing along!

Thanks so much for having me, Wendy.

In addition to paranormal romance, Siobhan hosts “Thursday Threads,” a flash fiction competition for blog badges and notoriety, open to whoever stumbles upon her blog. Why yes, astute visitor, it IS Thursday. Rules are simple…she gives you a prompt. You write a story around in 250 words or less and post it to the comments of today’s TT post. I hope you try it out.


Bridget doesn’t believe in vampires or werewolves, but that doesn’t stop one from kidnapping her.

Bridget Shanahan’s life seems bleak and boring until she gets mugged and abducted from her favorite coffee shop by the sexiest man she’s ever met. Unfortunately, he’s a lunatic who believes he’s some kind of vampire savior surrounded by a security force of werewolves. And he’s determined to keep her.

Fredrick Macgregor has been having visions of this woman in danger for the last six months. A woman he must protect because she’s the Avatar of the Goddess. However, when he brings her home, she doesn’t believe he’s a vampire or that she is the Avatar, and she definitely doesn’t want to stay. But the sense of danger persists and he’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if it means risking the loss of the only woman who makes his endless life bearable again.

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