What’s In A Name? by Monette Michaels

 

I’m posting at Love Lust and Laptops today. Come and read about the name for my next book in the Prime Chronicles trilogy (pictured above is Book Two) — and how I came about naming one of the villains of the book.

What’s In A Name? by Monette Michaels.

Muse Wednesday — Lea Griffith

I’s like to welcome another fellow Liquid Silver Author, Lea Griffith, to Muse Wednesday.

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The Wolf and the DoveThank you so much, Monette, for having me here today. This was a pretty easy post for me. When you touched base with me about who influenced my writing, my answer was immediate and I appreciate the opportunity to share with you and your readers.

Style is defined by Webster’s Dictionary as “a distinctive manner of expression”. Whether in writing or speech, everyone has a particular tone or way of conveying their thoughts that is considered to be genuine to whom they are. I’m a writer, an author and that whole ‘I am an island that sprouted from the loins of the Written Word’ is a nice thought. To think I may possibly posses the goddess-like abilities in my writing makes me a bit giddy. But the quintessential reflection that every writer is inimitable and magically received his or her very own distinct style from the Style Fairy is a misnomer. A nice, deluded thought, mind you, but not the truth.

The simple truth is that we are, each of us who put pen to paper or finger to keyboard, a profusion of styles, a true blending of everything we’ve ever read or heard, seen or felt. The beauty of our writing is that we have had opportunity to read what others have written or hear what others have spoken and we have conjoined those into something that is specific to who we are. Our own experiences come into play, mesh with those other manners of expression and form something infinitely beautiful and incredibly unique—our own distinctive manner of expression, our style. So it’s a little bit nurture over nature in my opinion. You may have sprung form the Written Word’s loins but if you haven’t experienced life, and other writer’s works, then you are at a serious disadvantage. The Style Fairy didn’t sprinkle anything over your head to grant you beautiful tone in your writing. Your sense of humor wasn’t in there either. Your pain, your joy, your heartache and your love of life was absent as well. That fairy dust ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

And this leads me to right now. I’m a new author but not a new writer. I’ve been writing all my life though only in novel form for about five years. I am also an avid reader. I started stealing my mom’s romance books at a very young age and was reading romance before I knew what it was. It was these first stories that impacted my love of romance and ultimately have influenced my writing style. The authors of those books, their tones and ways with the written words drew me in and kept me engaged. And I have one author in particular that I give full credit to immersing me in my own desire to write: the incomparable Kathleen Woodiwiss. The Wolf and The Dove was a story so full of all things beautifully written, to the point that I’ve read it yearly since I was sixteen and every time I find something new between the pages. Woodiwiss’ ability to bring me into those character’s lives, to feel their joy and sorrow, to force me to root for them even when I didn’t want to speaks to my writer soul.

That’s what I want to do with my words. Place them together in an order that draws my reader in and doesn’t let them go. I want their minds and hearts to be mine for the time they are between the pages of my books. I want to own them—just like Woodiwiss owns me.

I’m sure my style will grow and mature. By nature, I love to laugh and try to find humor in just about everything. I try to bring that to my stories. But I also love deeply and feel pain the same way. Woodiwiss influenced my style. I think she may well have sprung from the loins of the Written Word, she’s just that good in my opinion. But I am not Woodiwiss, I am Lea. As long as I can get a shot of adrenaline from reading my heroes, I will continue to be inspired to grow in my own style.

And I will write. This I promise you.

Bio:

LeaGriffith2Lea Griffith began sneaking to read her mother’s romance novels at a young age. She cut her teeth on the greats: McNaught, Woodiwiss, and Garwood. A firm believer that love makes the world go round, she still consumes every romance book she can put her hands on, but now she writes her own.

Lea lives with her husband and three teenage daughters in rural Georgia. Two dogs, a cat, and a beta fish named Coddy George complete a family that is always in motion. When not working at the EDJ, she’s usually at her keyboard, using every spare second to write. Shifters, artificial intelligence, and gene splicing, oh my! Nothing is off-limits when it comes to her writing.

Retrieval Final CoverHer debut release, Retrieval, a Contemporary Sci-fi Romance, is available at Liquid Silver Books.

Prime Selection, Book 2 of the Prime Chronicles Trilogy is Out Now!

Publication Date: October 29, 2012
Buy Link at LSB.

Blurb:

Commander Nadia Petrovich, Science Officer of the Alliance Starship Galanti, has a problem—which has nothing to do with science. Her problem is Commander Huw Caradoc, the Galanti’s Chief Engineer. She and the stubborn Prime male have a growing connection he refuses to acknowledge—a bond that could drive him mad.

They are connected psychically and the bond grows stronger every day. If Nadia didn’t know it was impossible, she would suspect they were mating in the Prime tradition—a biological imperative that locates and marks a Prime’s optimum mate. But she isn’t Prime, as Huw tells her and anybody who’ll listen.

Nadia’s emotional anguish couldn’t have come at a worse time. The Prime and Galactic Alliance merger is finally under way, and the all-male Prime crews are learning how to work with female Alliance crew members. The Antareans threaten the outer arms of the Milky Way, and Prime rebels wreak havoc on the Prime home planet and elsewhere.

Despite the conflict surrounding them, Nadia and Huw will not be able to avoid their fate or their growing love. Prime selection will make the decision for them whether the timing is right or not.

Excerpt:
Nadia entered Sick Bay on a run and immediately sought out Lia.

Lia looked up from her computer monitor and smiled. “Nadia! How are you?” The doctor’s smile faded as her gaze zeroed in on Nadia’s face. “What’s wrong?”

God, did she look that bad? She glanced at her reflection in the glass window that overlooked the treatment area of the medical facility from Lia’s office. Yeah, she looked that bad—pale and exhausted … and with good cause. The cause’s name was Huw “Sex Machine” Caradoc.

“Hide me! Quickly!” Nadia checked over her shoulder. “Huw’s hunting for me. I can’t … just can’t…” She pressed a hand over her pulsing mark, her need increasing as Huw came closer and closer. She groaned low in her throat and felt her face flush red. “The man is a freaking sex maniac!”

Nadia collapsed into the visitor’s chair next to Lia’s desk. The doctor stared pointedly at Nadia’s hand and chuckled. “Don’t laugh, Lia. It’s not funny. I can’t get any work done. I’m exhausted. Sore—And still so horny I’m about to scream.”

Lia swiped at the tears of her laughter with the back of her hand. “Nadia … I hate to ask, but how many…?”

Nadia shuddered. “Five times since breakfast and that doesn’t count the orgasm he gave me while we had breakfast.” Her voice increased in volume as she gestured wildly with her free hand. “In the Officer’s Dining Room, Lia! He made me climax in public just from manipulating my mark. If he continues at this pace, I’m not sure I’ll survive.” She turned pleading eyes to her friend. “Do you have any energy bars? I’m starved.”

Lia opened a drawer and handed her a protein bar. “Here. Eat. Now, tell me about the sex … does he initiate every, um, meeting?”

“Yes. I sense he’s trying to accelerate the week of courting I’d asked for, so I’ll move in with him sooner.” Nadia gobbled the bar in three bites, chewing and swallowing as if she hadn’t eaten for days instead of an hour ago at lunch. After which, Huw had taken her in a maintenance closet over the back of a workbench. Her ass still burned from the slaps he’d given it before he plowed her pussy from behind. It had been the second time that day for rear entry.

“I love your ass, lubha,” he’d whispered into her ear as she came screaming into the hand he’d held over her mouth. After his climax, he’d tenderly wiped away their combined fluids from her sex and thighs with a soft cleaning cloth and then kissed every single inch of the heated skin on her bottom, soothing what he’d reddened.

She groaned at the memory of his words and actions. Dammit! She wanted him to take her again, and soon—in just that way. She was a sick, sick, sick person to want him again. Yet, though she desired the sexual intimacy, she couldn’t do it. Physically. Could. Not. Do. It. She was sore, and her sex felt raw.

Huw nudged at her mentally and she rebuffed him. “Go. Away. Work. I’m tired.”

“Nadia … cwen … lubha … I love you. Let’s take a nap.”

“I need a nap … but we’d do it again. You can’t help yourself, and neither can I … I can’t handle more sex right now.”

“I promise to hold you. Just cuddling. On my honor … I need your skin next to mine. I have to have your scent on me, surrounding me. Stay with Lia. I’ll be there soon.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Huw … gemat … I love you. But if you try to put your cock in me again … I’ll punch your lights out. I swear it.”

Huw’s low rumble of amusement sent shivers over her skin, making her even hotter. “I promise … just a nap.”

Copyright, Monette Michaels, 2012.

Prime Chronicles, Book 1

 

And if you missed the first book in this trilogy, you can read all about it on my web site.

Or buy it at LSB, Amazon, B&N, or All Romance eBooks.

 

The Bewitching Halloween Blog Hop

It’s that time of the year again which means besides trick-or-treaters and ghosts and goblins, it is time for another Halloween Blog Hop from the folks at Just Romance Me. This is just one stop along the tour, so if you started here, you might want to go back and start HERE, so you can visit all the blogs needed to make you eligible to register for the Grand Prize and all the other prize bundles.

Everyone has a different approach to what they post on their blogs for these hops. In the past, I liked posting pictures of hunks, until I found out that linking to the site that posted all those pics of hunks was not considered fair use as defined by the Copyright Law. So, sorry, no more hunks.

Thus, since I have a new book coming out right before Halloween in my Prime Chronicles series, I have decided to promo it here and GIVE AWAY THE FIRST BOOK IN THE TRILOGY TO ONE LUCKY PERSON WHO POSTS ON MY BLOG.


Blurb:

Commander Nadia Petrovich, Science Officer of the Alliance Starship Galanti, has a problem—which has nothing to do with science. Her problem is Commander Huw Caradoc, the Galanti’s Chief Engineer. She and the stubborn Prime male have a growing connection he refuses to acknowledge—a bond that could drive him mad.

They are connected psychically and the bond grows stronger every day. If Nadia didn’t know it was impossible, she would suspect they were mating in the Prime tradition—a biological imperative that locates and marks a Prime’s optimum mate. But she isn’t Prime, as Huw tells her and anybody who’ll listen.

Nadia’s emotional anguish couldn’t have come at a worse time. The Prime and Galactic Alliance merger is finally under way, and the all-male Prime crews are learning how to work with female Alliance crew members. The Antareans threaten the outer arms of the Milky Way, and Prime rebels wreak havoc on the Prime home planet and elsewhere.

Despite the conflict surrounding them, Nadia and Huw will not be able to avoid their fate or their growing love. Prime selection will make the decision for them whether the timing is right or not.

Short excerpt:

“There’s an opening beyond. This block of granite either fell or was placed here.” Nadia looked at the smoothness of it. “I’m thinking placed. To block out the creatures?” She looked at Bre whose lips were fixed in a thin, grim line.

He nodded. “That would seem logical. The Prime who came here many millennia ago might’ve tried to box the creatures out of the tunnels they’d taken over.”

“The creatures would just eat through them.” Nadia stated the obvious.

“Maybe the Prime didn’t stay around long enough to know that. Ursa 345 was probably a way station infrequently used and they only needed security for short periods of time. These walls would slow the creatures down.” Bre shook his head. “Or at least I would hope so.”

“Then why hasn’t one of the creatures eaten through this one?” Nadia asked.

“Maybe they didn’t need to.” Bre looked around. “If their major diet is mineral-based, they have a whole planet to eat.”

“Too true.” Nadia with Bre by her side retraced her steps. A grinding noise above them had them looking at one another and then up. Cracks appeared in the rock ceiling and widened at a rapid pace, sending a shower of dust and rocks on them. A hot smell of acid eating at rock permeated the air.

Holy hell! Nadia froze for a split second, but it seemed like an eternity. Her primitive brain forced her to move. She shoved Bre in the opposite direction and followed him. She yelled between labored breaths into her com unit. “Get everyone … out of the tunnels … and caves … now! There are still live creatures down here.” They raced through the main tunnel and headed for the exit to the surface.

“Nadia! You’re in danger?”

Nadia had sensed Huw’s mental touch riding on the surface of the walls she’d constructed to keep him out. The shock of the creature eating through the tunnel ceiling, and her resulting gut-wrenching fear, had demolished her iron control. Her shields were down and Huw was inside instantly. “Can’t deal with you now, Huw.”

Huw remained silent inside her head, but his male energy rushed to supplement her own cortisol and adrenaline cocktail.

Behind her and Bre, more rocks fell as the jagged opening in the ceiling widened. Bre hung back, his weapon at ready, covering her ass.
Still running, Nadia looked over her shoulder. “Stop being a macho Prime. Get a move on! That’s an order, mister!” She had her laser pistol in hand with the power set as high as it would go. “We leave together or not at all. If it comes after us, aim for the head.”

“Yes, sir.” Bre sprinted to close the distance between them.

Both of them looked over their shoulders frequently. It was hard to see if anything pursued them due to the cloud of dust emanating from the hole in the tunnel ceiling.

“Not too far to the entrance cave now, I see light.” Nadia took a precious moment to pull her facemask down. The surface couldn’t sustain oxygen-breathers for long. Bre did the same. When they hit the surface, they’d have to hoof it until they reached their team. Safety in numbers and higher firepower.

“Aeron!” she yelled into her com unit.

“Yes, Nadia.” Aeron’s voice was calm, but she heard the tension underlying it. “How can we help? Z’es and his teams are ready to enter and…”

“No! Keep everyone out. Take a head count. I don’t want anyone underground. Be ready with the chemical grenades. I want to fire this thing up if he follows us out.”

The chemical grenades would react with the acid in the worm and burst into flames; at this point, she wasn’t a scientist interested in examining a potential new species. She was a very scared human not wanting to take a chance at the creature snacking on her teams.

“Commander, it’s following us. I see flashes of glowing skin among the detritus.” Bre’s words were breathy from exertion, but his aura was calm. Her geological engineer was one cool customer. “It seems to be smaller than the dried hulks we found.”

“I don’t care.” Nadia huffed as she climbed the last few steps to get out of the tunnel and into the large entry cavern to the complex. “It’s a dead baby. I hate snaky, wormy creatures. And it’s not safe to keep one alive.”

“Agreed, Commander.” Bre picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “I can run faster and the baby is slithering along too rapidly.”

“God!” Nadia’s breath came out in gasps as she bumped up and down on Bre’s shoulder.

“Nadia. Bre is touching you. Why?”

“Not now, Huw!” What a time for Huw to pick to be jealous. As if he had any right to be after the way he’d treated her.

Fear froze her next breath as she spied the creature chasing them and closing the distance. Man, that worm was fast. Huw’s mental energy forced her to breathe since she seemed to have forgotten how.

Even if the pseudo-worm was a young one, the creature was still huge—and it was intelligent. She sensed its emotions. It read as hungry. Its black eyes glistened and its body glowed a black green under the artificial lighting of the cavern. The worm left a trail of slime, which vaporized the rock floor. Its teeth dripped the same goo.

Ooh, ick! A phantom hand stroked her hair, imparting comfort as Huw’s male energy calmed her stomach.

Placing her free hand on Bre’s ass, she braced herself and raised her laser weapon. She placed three strong blasts into the spot between the worm’s nasal slits. Most living creature’s brains were centrally located in the heads. Most head shots usually did the job.

But not this time.

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Hope you enjoyed Nadia’s flight from a man-eating worm.  You’ll have to read the book to see just how close her escape was.

Prime Selection, Book 2 in the Prime Chronicles trilogy, is due out Monday, October, 29th, from Liquid Silver Books.

Have a Happy Halloween and enjoy the rest of the tour!– Monette