New Release: HUNTED (fantasy erotic romance) Only $2.99!

A brand new sizzling hot romance with a touch of fantasy and a flare for the paranormal, HUNTED is sure to keep your weekend erotic!

For years, Penelope Farris, has narrowly escaped the soul-searing gaze of General Ryon Amadeus Ward. No other in the village has the kind of reputation he had: for being a true dominant. When she learns that the overly-possessive Ryon plans to fight any male competitors on Penelope’s first Claiming Day—she is not happy. To win the Claiming is to win the female as a mate. Immediately following the male winning the female, he then consummates their partnership with a wild coupling filled with dominance and mind-numbing pleasure.

But Penelope doesn’t think she wants Ryon. He’s too big, too strong, too dominating, too everything for her. She wants someone a touch more submissive in her life. The days preceding her Claiming Day offers Penelope and Ryon the opportunity to test the bonds of their attraction to each other. Her greatest fear is of being caged by a man, but can Ryon let her run free even if it tears out his own heart to do it?

“T.A. Grey pulls the reader into a storyline of betrayal, jealousy, romance and love. HUNTED is a spirited, inventive and seductive storyline about two people who are meant to be together but time, history and a shapeshifting species will stand in their way until the very end.” – The Reading Cafe

 

 

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T. A. Grey

 

 

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Hunted
A Claiming Novella

Coming June 26th, 2014!

It’s here! The exclusive sneak peek from Hunted, my upcoming fantasy/paranormal erotic romance. Read on…if you dare… Warning: things get hot!

 

From His Majesty the King

Fifth of Martz, the year of Lionel, 2463

Dear Compatriot of Tarlè Kingdom:
Join us this weekend for the celebration of the Claiming. 
This year’s pick, Penelope Farris, daughter of Jesha and Marvus Farris, will step forward to be claimed in lawful ceremony to all possible male candidates. 
Male matches take heed. The spirited dancer will require a gentle touch to capture.

His Majesty, 
Lionel Edward Richard Hargrowe
King of Tarlè

The font, elegant and crisp, thick and black, scrawled across the fine parchment paper in curving sweeps. Occupying the lower right-hand corner of the letter rested the royal seal stamped in viscous, ruby-red wax, like blood.

Ryon Amadeus Ward read the royal missive word for word before crumpling the letter in his fist.

“What is the meaning of this?”

The messenger who’d delivered the letter stepped back at the edge in his voice. Of course the messenger wasn’t to blame, but that didn’t keep anger from rising like a volcano about to erupt.
“W-well, you see, the king—“

Forget it, he thought, instantly regretting asking the boy. Even worse than this omen in written form was this boy’s bumbling. The General dismissed him with a wave and the boy escaped with a mumbled “thanks”.

The sun had yet to reach mid-day and already an ache blared at his temples in full force. This was shaping up to be a bad day.

He took a seat at his desk and pulled his silver-edged knife out from the bottom drawer, locking the drawer again afterward. Leather handled and sharpened weekly, the blade could cut through skin without added pressure.

Meanwhile, his mind churned, ticking by like a well-greased clock.

Penelope Farris would be available for claiming.

An uncomfortable pressure filled his chest, making him rub the spot. These emotions she’d always managed to suck out of him never ceased to surprise him. His feelings for her were too strong, he knew; fierce with possession and greed. He must have her. No other woman had ever given him such pause for thought.

will have her. 

She would be his. Completely his.

She must have known the king had selected her for claiming in advance. And she hadn’t come to him to tell him. Was this some sign? A challenge from her? But she knew where he stood, knew that he had no qualms about claiming her. It had been his intention all along. Even if he’d never voiced as much, he’d made his attentions well known through his actions. It was she who was hesitant with him. If only he could figure out how to surpass her defenses—something he’d been attempting for two years now. All this time he has waited for her to come around.

Certainly she must know he’d find out. What did she get by not telling him herself? Just what was she up to?

Surging to his feet, he nearly toppled the chair backward, but caught it. He shrugged into his worn, brown, suede overcoat before heading out into the chilly air. The door should have slammed behind him, but he had far more control than that. His hands nearly trembled with the focused, calm mindset he kept. He was the General. It was his duty to keep his composure at all times.
Wait until he got his hands on her…he’d like to wring her thin little neck.

Ha! He’d laugh if he could. As if he could ever lay a hand on her in anything other than care and passion.

Penelope Farris was the only woman he’d ever fancied for his own. She’d been as impenetrable as a fort to his advances. And that was on the best of days. Normally he might have moved on by now, but Penelope Farris had lodged a place in his heart two years ago and had never left. The elusive dancer proved difficult to trap for something as simple as a conversation. She seemed to forever be eluding him to slip back into the shadows and disappear. All the while her eyes flashed with open, sensual invitation at him like she wanted to climb atop him.

Frustrating barely began to cover how he felt about Pen.

She’d pushed his hand with this. These weren’t normal circumstances anymore. Not even close.

Now she was at risk for any male who wanted her. Anyone could stand up there during her Claiming Day and fight for a chance to have her as wife. The claiming ceremony, and the winner of it, won exclusive rights to the female. He had a time limit now. Until week’s end.

It was only the first of the week. Five days was not a long time, but he was General of King Hargrowe’s army and his ability to strategize better than anyone made him exceptional at his job.  He wouldn’t let anyone touch her, anyone but him. Even if his life depended on it.

Slipping his knife holster across his chest, Ryon untethered his horse from the post out front of his house and took off. His destination: Prima Donna’s. The dance club where Penelope worked as part of the last known ballet troupe.

The Avagarians had nearly eradicated their entire human culture through savage warfare. Ballet dancing was one of the last few traces of art the Tarlèans still had.  The ballet dancers were revered to the likes of celebrity gods by the people.

Evening blanketed the land in gloomy shadows. Pale glimpses of moonlight peeped through the trees in flashes of light.

The night seemed an apt representation of his mood, he thought bitterly.

A line was already formed out front of the dancing hall, not exactly typical for an early week night. But it looked like everyone had received their missive from the king and wanted a fresh look at the famous ballet dancer up for claiming.

Ryon stifled a curse as he tethered his horse. There were far too many men in line for his liking. Patting Dominic, his horses head, he lingered for a moment before slipping past the known security guard with a glance. Murmurs sounded around him.

The General,” buzzed the crowd like agitated bees.

Inside Prima Donna’s dance hall the swinging cabaret music resounded in full force: a mixture of jazzy saxophones, hooting trumpets, and deep baritones of a thumping upright bass. Above it all was a husky woman’s voice crooning about tulip fields and other nonsense. A troupe of women wearing colorful leotards, tights, and ballet slippers and kicked their legs high in the air to the jazzy tunes. Ballet had changed and shaped over the years. The music they danced to had changed and morphed just as they, as people, had. The plies, sautes, and glissades were all there but the dancing was quicker and more robust.

The woman he searched for was not on stage.

Ryon pushed himself through the crowd. The heavy digestion of people made walking a chore as they shuffled shoulder to shoulder into the club. The music grew louder as he came closer to his target. He surveyed the crowd, his gaze skimming across a figure in a dazzling sequined outfit and tutu that barely covered more than the necessary parts, before locking on.

She was the center of attention once more; a crowd having grown around her at the news of her claiming day.

Her beauty took his breath away. She was the kind of woman you wanted all to yourself. He wanted many things from her, and to give many things to her. He wanted her looking up at him with soft-eyed passion after a good kissing. He wanted to feel her arms wrapped tightly around him as they make love. Too many things to name.

He’d tasted her exquisiteness once.

Once.

Before it’d been ruined.

A scowl slashed his features and in the next moment he charged through the crowd with determined strides. People parted for him, instant recognition on their faces.

“The General,” someone whispered excitedly. Others piped in too. He grew tired of the whispers, but the people knew him as a hero and that was all he was to them. They didn’t know him personally, therefore they didn’t treat him the same. Such was life. He’d learned to deal with the attention, to ignore it as saying anything usually made the situation worse.

The news must have gotten to her across the room, for Penelope Farris, looking utterly womanly in her outfit, stood from her leaning position, and locked eyes with him. As always when he looked at her, his heart lurched in his chest like a spring-loaded weapon.

Down boy, she doesn’t feel that way about you. 

Yet.

Her eyes widened, alarmed, as she turned to face him. The man she’d been leaning over appeared behind her and a noise much like a growl climbed from Ryon’s throat.

Duke Patrick Gaines, a wealthy, entitled yuppie of a scoundrel—he couldn’t say enough good things about the man—slumped against the wall near Penelope looking like a hungry cat waiting to be fed by hand.

Fierce jealousy surged as it always did when he saw men leering at Pen. She was his, even if he had yet to claim her.

Ryon didn’t stop to say a word, couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted to. His lips were pursed tighter than a wet seal, his biceps contracted with the urge to throw his fist into the duke’s pale, smug face until it turned purple and blue.

“General. What are you doing here?” He heard tension in Penelope’s voice. Her eyes skated down his torso then back up. Did she have any idea what her greedy copper eyes did to him? When she looked at him like he was a large, intimidating man and she liked it.

Lord, she drove him mad.

If only she’d stop running from him.

“Please, do tell. What’s your business here, General Ward?” the duke drawled. “I don’t believe it’s every day you find the General visiting a ballet hall.” Mocking words had never sounded so obvious.

Tall and slender, the aristocrat wore his black hair pulled into a long braided thong around his shoulder. His lips dipped into a twisted scowl, disdain dripping from every pour of his body. He wore expensive clothes made with fine etchings in gold and silver thread. The red velvet cape draped across his narrow frame must be worth more than Ryon’s current ensemble.

Ryon and Patrick had never been friends. They’d done some military combat training together during their education years. In that time, they’d managed to compete and learn to loathe each other. They both had one thing in common though—an interest in Penelope Farris.

Penelope, or Pen, as he preferred to call her, no matter how much it rankled her nerves, put her hands on her hips in a move he recognized all too well. Anger. “Yes, what is this interruption for, General?”

His fist twitched. He hated when she called him that. They both knew it. Thus why she did it. The little devil.

“We need to talk.”

That surprised her. “About what?” She fidgeted with the lace of her tutu, one thin slipper lifting to scratch her calf with the toe.

Ryon pulled the folded missive out of his pocket and flashed it at her.

“Oh…that,” she said vaguely, cheeks turning redder. They both knew why he was here. She was the only one pretending.
The duke wouldn’t have any of it.

“Listen here General, I’ve come with good money here so let the girl dance.” The duke leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Penelope’s small waist. His hand dipped even lower to grab a feel of something he had no right touching.

Ryon told himself that what he did next was because of that inappropriate grope and not because of his possessive feelings for Pen.

Murmuring a brief excuse for what he was about to do, Ryon whipped the duke’s hand away and ducked, pushing his shoulder into Penelope’s midriff in the next second. He lifted her up and over his shoulder so easily you’d think he did it often. In fact, a feeling of deja vu struck him.

They had done this once before under similar circumstances. And look where that had landed them.

There was no stopping him now. He had everyone’s attention trying to steal their most talented dancer. But no one dared to stop the General. Not even the duke dared to stop him with the hard look Ryon sent his way. Everyone by now had heard the tentative history between Ryon and Pen.

Tonight it was all coming to an end.

He could feel the tightness in her muscles as he waded through the crowd, could feel her nails scraping into his back where she hung on for dear life, possibly puncturing his skin—on purpose. Ryon made it through the dance hall and out the back door, one arm latching Penelope’s rear-end to him.

It wasn’t the closest he’d ever held her, but it was the most he’d touched her in a long time. He’d take it. Having her touch him felt far better than not.

Outside he hitched her higher on his shoulder, not even feeling her slight weight, and marched to the woods with only one place in mind.

Maybe in a way it was their place. It was the only time she’d ever opened up to him and admitted her feelings for him. He’d been stunned stupid by her honest, raw statement, and staggered by the passion of their kiss. After their first kiss, like a young fool, he’d been unable to speak for a long minute. And, typical to any naïve fool, he’d said something he still regretted to this day.

“Do you mind telling me what you’re doing, General?” Penelope’s anger jerked him swiftly back to reality and out of his reverie.

There it was again. The nickname, not his real name. She never used it, was too personal. If she gave him a chance maybe she’d see how much he knew about her, how much he cared.

For this he needed to be face to face, so he readjusted her in his arms so that he cradled her to his chest like a baby. She reluctantly wrapped an arm around his neck—and resumed glaring at him like she wished he’d drop dead.

“You shouldn’t frown like that,” he told her.

“Why not?” An instant, snapping response.

“Because it makes me want to kiss you.”

Her breath hitched. He’d surprised her. Who knew he was a man of surprises, aside from using his cleverness in military strategies. He’d never thought before that he could use those same skills towards wooing Pen. But the idea looked better and better the longer he thought about it.

Slender fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. He nearly stumbled a step when she pressed her cheek again his. Gentle breath teased his ear and his grip tightened around her reflexively. She always managed to catch him by surprise. Just one of the many things he appreciated about her.

The effect she had over him had been there from the moment he first saw her. Any move she made touched him like a bolt of energy, left him aroused and edgy. Even the simplest touch such as her wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling closer made his vision hazy.

From how they must look you’d think she’d asked to be carried out of the club and not forced. He didn’t have much further to go.

They were nearly there. Not much longer, then he could put her down—a bittersweet thought.

“Do you want to kiss me?” A teasing whisper blew across the shell of his ear with each word.

He didn’t hesitate. “You know I do.”

The quiet woods surrounded them in solitude. Only the light from the stars guided them on this fortuitous night.

She caressed his cheek with hers, rubbing like a cat, grazing the stubble on his jaw with her soft skin. Chills swept down his spine. As always her touch aroused him, hardening his cock.
Thank God.  They finally made it to his destination. Ryon set her down near the edge of the pond. Their pond. Pen looked around and laughed, her smile lighting up her face.

“The pond? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.” She kicked off her heels and stepped into the water before he could say a word. “Do you want to see me get wet, General?” A playful light graced her sparkling eyes.

He stifled a groan, or maybe a curse. “You are a tease, Pen. Always have been.” Here he came to talk privately about the royal missive he’d received and she was already taking control of the situation. She always managed to rip the power from him with careless ease.

Or maybe he allowed her to take control, he supposed.

Her face lit up with delight at his proclamation and not with a touch of shame. He loved that about her.

Tossing her head back, she laughed throatily. “You make it sound like a bad thing. Look at you all grumbling about because you heard about my Claiming. You know you’re my favorite. Surely you know that.” Her pretty, almond-shaped eyes softened.

“That’s as close to a confession as I’ve ever heard. I suppose I’ll take what I can get,” Ryon said.

Pen looked away avoiding his gaze. “You received the missive then?”

“You should have told me yourself.”

The statement hung out there like an accusation.

He wasn’t afraid to admit what she did bothered him. She should have come to him, should have told him. Everyone in the kingdom knew he’d been trailing after her scent for two years. He had thought that he simply needed more time to break down her defenses.

Not for his lack of trying. But he could only get so far while trying to tamper his aggression. His tightfisted nature shook her up and he’d yet to soften enough for her apparently.

She already thought he was too dominant for his own good. Or so she’s said. Didn’t she see how badly he wanted her? He needed her to end his torture and finally put him out of his misery.

“I suppose I was too nervous to tell you myself. I only learned that I’d been chosen last week.” She waded deeper into the water, raising her sequined dress higher to reveal shapely thighs. The water level rose to lap at her tantalizingly milky calves, shapely with muscle from years of dancing. He watched her move gracefully through the water on the tips of her toes, riveted.

“A cowardly move,” he chastised.

“Perhaps. But I’m not the only one here who’s a coward. Am I, General?” Her teasing banter was punctuated with a heated, low-lidded look. She looked at him from dazzling blue eyes that sparkled.
When she had fun it was contagious. That laughter threatened to weaken Ryon’s own defense; his mouth twitched to laugh. Something he couldn’t let happen.

“I’m here right now. I don’t think that makes me a coward.” He was daring her to be honest. But would she rise to the bait?

“Do you like my new dress?”

The question took him by surprise. But no more than what she did next.

With a laugh, she flicked one of her dress’s strap off her shoulder. The material slipped down to reveal a whole glimpse of overflowing mounds of supple flesh. This sight of her breasts barely being contained by her tight top had muscles tensing in his neck until they felt ready to snap.

He advanced towards her. “Stop this and come out of there. We need to talk about this.”

“My darling General, why don’t you join me instead?” She took one long look at him and that was it—she had him pinned. Nothing was worse than a beautiful woman getting the hold of you and Penelope had him lined up in her sights. Gentle, taunting laughter almost succeeded in coaxing a smile from him. Almost.

“No.” The answer did not coming easily.

“Now who’s the coward?” Her chin lifted in challenge. She squared her shoulders like a soldier, all the while fighting a smile.

“You shouldn’t taunt me with how I feel right now, Pen.” Like a string too tightly wound, that had been cranked and cranked beyond capacity. The pressure was full to overflowing. All it would take was the faintest crack for the pressure to burst. He’d explode.

A crash of water as she dropped down into the water then surged up to her full height. She looked like an exotic enchantress with water cascading down her body in the moonlight. Already her magic was weaving itself around his bones, beckoning him to do her will.

“Taunt you? Why, oh why, would I ever do that? General” she added the last part like she couldn’t help herself.

His muscles coiled like a loaded spring. “What did I tell you about calling me that ridiculous name?” He recognized that dangerous glint in her eye; it was the same look she wore before chaos ensued.

Ryon stepped into the water, moving to stop the impending destruction.

That didn’t stop her. “It’s what I want to call you, so I will. There’s no changing that. Why do you continue to fight a war with me that you can’t possibly win?”

He closed in on her, mere feet separating the distance between them. Warm supple female to hard aching warrior.

She slipped the second strap off her shoulder.

Bare skin, mounds of palpable flesh with hardened tips bobbing gently from her chest. Sleep ribcage flaring out to wide hips. Beckoning him like a magic spell. Exquisite. She bared her breasts to him like an ancient offering. The mouthwatering sight didn’t stun him as he might have expected, but empowered him instead.

Ryon charged forward, catching her startled intake of breath a moment before he snatched her by the shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

“Say my real name.” A demand.

He couldn’t catch his breath; neither could she. His control was a thin piece of thread tethered to an anvil, fragile strands softly snapping as the weight proved too great to hold. She knew what he wanted to hear, but refused to give it.

“General.” A breathless hitch hung in her answer.

Bare breasts pressed against his crisp shirt and he captured one with his rough palm, snatching it. It felt incredible. Better than he could have imagined—soft, warm skin and a mound that filled his hand. His fantasies couldn’t live up to the real thing, not even close. He palmed her with growing intensity, molding her and learning her shape, the texture of her skin, the firmness of her tit and nipple. His shaft throbbed with undisguised longing.

Indecision skewed across her face: the need to obey and disobey warring in her mind. He could see her thinking, struggling to choose the right path.

Her breast heaved in his hand, yet she kept herself tightly guarded against him. He could see it in her hesitant scrutiny. He’d need a battering ram to strike down those walls—and he had only a few days to do it. He had to make his mark now.

Ryon pinched her nipple between two fingers, applying pressure until her eyes snapped back to his. Then, as he held her attention, he gave her an order as he had to many a soldier.

“Say my name.”

About Hunted 

For years, Penelope Farris, has been narrowly escaped the soul-searing gaze of General Ryon Amadeus Ward. No other in the village has the kind of reputation he had: for being a true dominant. When she learns that the overly-possessive Ryon plans to fight any male competitors on Penelope’s first claiming day—she is not happy. To win the Claiming is to win the female as a mate. Immediately following the male winning the female, he then consummates their partnership with a wild coupling filled with dominance and mind-numbing pleasure.

But Penelope doesn’t think she wants Ryon. He’s too big, too strong, too dominating, too everything for her. She wants someone a touch more submissive in her life. The days preceding her claiming day offers Penelope and Ryon the opportunity to test the bonds of their attraction to each other. Her greatest fear is of being caged by a man, but can Ryon let her run free even if it tears out his own heart to do it?

Coming June 24th!!
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Tempting Gray (After) Release Day Debacle!!

AHHHHHHH! It’s here! Kind of. For some.

Thursday was the official release day of TEMPTING GRAY a book I’ve been needing to write ever since Grayson Blackmoore strolled on to stage in Take Me. I nearly swooned. He was and is a compelling mixture of somber, stalwart, and erotic. Did I mention vampire as well? Absolutely wickedly delicious! 🙂 If you want to begin with the first book in the series, then you can get it right now for only $.99! This is only for the month of November so don’t wait too long.

Tempting Gray The Untouchables #2 by T. A. Grey

Bask in those glorious abs…

It all began nearly 600 years ago…

A dangerous vampire, mated to a woman his heart no longer beats for.

A mistake that would change his entire life.

A mistake so horrific it would lead Grayson Blackmoore back to one woman.

A woman who holds the power to shatter him completely—Arabella Donahue.

Vengeance, bloodshed. The hunt is on and Grayson won’t stop until they’re all dead.

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~ Tempting Gray Release Day Debacle on Amazon ~

If you’ve seen my Facebook lately, or pre-ordered Tempting Gray from Amazon, then you’ve surely tasted the AWFUL MESS that was the release day of TG at Amazon. Something happened, some kind of glitchy mess, which sent out only a few pages of the book instead of the whole book. Much of November 21st was spent with Amazon taking the book off sale and fixing the problem and me trying not to freak out. Since then, if you purchased the book, you should have received an email with an updated link from Amazon. Check your spam or junk folders, too! This updated link will give you the correct copy. Also, if you’re still having trouble getting the book (this has been an on-going problem for some) here’s what you can do:

1) *Contact customer support (it’s faster by phone) and ask them to resend the book to your Kindle (this has worked for everyone).
2) Try deleting the book from your e-reader then re-sending it from your Kindle Cloud Management.
3) Refund the book and repurchase it.
4) Refresh and re-snyc your Kindle, then check the book again.

*1: Everyone who said they called and had Amazon resend the book said it worked every time. I would highly recommend this since some people said the refund/purchase method did not work. I only had to refresh the book from my Kindle and it worked–but fewer people are citing that this method works.

Amazon phone numbers:
1-866-321-8851 (US) or 1-206-266-0927 (International)
I am so very sorry for all of this mess. It’s been awful and the complete opposite of what any author could want for a release day. Thank you so much to all of you for being patient and understanding through this disaster. I can’t tell you how much that means to me! It means the world. There, I said it. My fans have truly showed just how respectful and amazing they are this week. You made this ordeal so much more tolerable. Thank you for that from the bottom of my heart! ❤
Thank you all!
T. A. Grey

The Goings On in 2013

Hello ladies and sparse gentlemen!

So far this year of 2013 has been quite busy for me. The Fallen King is still freshly released and doing well. Some of the feedback I’ve been getting from readers and bloggers is really good! YAY! Those of you who have already read it got the thrill of watching (or reading, rather) a villain become a hero. Some, I came to find out, didn’t believe he could do it, that his past travesties from the previous book Ties That Bind were too much. HA! He showed you. 😉 A  strong, albeit crazy hero, laid beneath his villainous exterior.

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Enough about The Fallen King though. What this post is about is all the stuff I’ll be doing (or trying my best to do) in 2013.

Some of you may know that I am already mad at work at the first book in my newest series The Untouchables.

paranormal erotic romance booksIn Take Me, book one, the first brother you will get to know in the famous Blackmoore vampire family is Dominic. You will get to watch him meet his bruid in the most unexpected woman under a wee bit of a misconception. Due out in late February Take Me will have you laughing one moment then your jaw dropping the next at what comes out of the hero’s mouth. He has such a dirty mouth. It’s a great thing to read, let me tell ya! You can read the first chapter of Take Me right now, but be warned it’s no light stuff.

So, what does the rest of the year look like? Here is the tentative schedule. I say tentative because things happen. Once the manuscript is finished you will all have more solid dates listed. As of right now here is how my release schedule looks:

February: Take Me: The Untouchables #1 

AprilThe Untouchables #2 

JuneThe Untouchables #3

AugustThe Untouchables #4

October/NovemberContemporary romance series *new book #1

So, at the very least you can look to expect the entire Untouchables series this year and also the beginning of my next which, for the first time, will not be paranormal. I’m excited, and a little nervous about that one! At the very least we’re looking at five books this year; however, if I can make it more then I will certainly do it.

If you want to read excerpts of The Fallen King of Take Me then you can find them at my website www.tagrey.com. I hope this list looks good to you. It’ll definitely keep me busy this year. 🙂 I hope you all have prosperous 2013’s and that you read many good books that put a smile on your face and take you away from life for awhile.

Happy reading,

T. A. Grey

Giveaway & Interview with Urban Fantasy author Brynn Myers

Hello, readers!

I have had the pleasure to interview another fabulous author whom I just love. I hope you enjoy her interview and learn about her fascinating new series. After the interview, she is graciously offering five free copies of her book Entasy!

1. What’s one habit you have while writing? (i.e. listening to music, drinking coffee, rambling to yourself, writing in bed, on paper, etc.)

I have always had to have noise in the background. I usually turn the T.V. on in my office and find a show that won’t be too distracting.

2. What made you want to become a writer?

I had no idea I wanted to be a writer. I’ve always had stories in my head and often wondered how they would play out if they actually occurred, but that was it until I joined a book group on Shelfari. For fun, we took traits of our favorite characters and created our own unique personas. It was then that Kira, now Kylah, was born. 😀 I was drawn into creating stories from that moment on. I clearly fell down the rabbit hole without another thought and have been writing ever since.

3. Tell us about your debut-novel, Entasy. What kind of book is it and what’s it about?

Entasy is the prequel to the Prophecies of The Nine series. It was meant to be the backstory of Kylah’s life…her modern life and the life she had no idea existed. Entasy is a big teaser…it leaves a lot of questions hanging but I will be clearing up any and all confusion in January. 😀

Kylah is the granddaughter of two Celtic goddesses but due to a tragedy Kylah’s memories were taken to protect her. She has no idea who she really is but soon she will find out…soon she will have to confront her past in order to save her future.

4. Did you model your characters after anyone in particular?

LOL! Well, I can honestly say that have added traits or characteristics of those close to me into my characters. I have some amazing people in my life and it seemed perfectly logical to make them a part of my artistic creation.

5. What inspired you to write Entasy?

When Kira and Dex, the original names of Kylah and Aerric, were born, they were both vampires. Dex sired Kira and things went from there, but as these characters evolved in my mind, I no longer saw them as vampires. So, when I combined the traits of the original characters with my love of Celtic mythology, boom…Kylah and Aerric were born and Obsydian and the rest of The Nine were added them to the mix to create the Prophecies series.

6. When is the sequel to Entasy coming out and can you tell us about it?

Redemption is the first book in the series. It takes place weeks after where Entasy left off. A lot happened to Kylah in Entasy and now she will have to figure out her place amongst her family and The Nine. Redemption will clear up the many questions that the prequel left hanging and of course create more. *smirk* Entasy was told in the first person perspective to let the reader try and get into the mind of those who will have a driving force in this series. The rest of the series (nine more books) will all be told from third person point of view.

Redemption by Brynn Myers

Kylah’s mind has been freed and her power unleashed. She is once again the loose cannon she was two hundred years ago. Everyone she loves is waiting for her to take her rightful place among The Nine. But if Kylah can’t control her guilt, her anger, and her conflicting desires, she may yet again ruin the lives of those she loves.

After spending two hundred years thinking his mate was dead, Aerric finally has the love of his life back in his arms and in his bed. But after realizing Kylah willingly made the choice to leave him all those years ago, his heaven quickly turned to hell. Truths are revealed and tempers flare, leaving their happily ever after on the verge of ashes.

Thank you so much for letting me interview you, Brynn! It was great to learn about your series. It’s such a unique idea, and I love hearing more about your books.

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An Interview with Paranormal YA author Tish Thawer

Hello, everyone!

Today is an exciting day for me–it’s the first ever author interview I’ve conducted. Today, I’d like to welcome everyone to Tish Thawer the author of the YA series, The Rose Trilogy, and the new series, Ovialell.

Let’s dive right in!

TA: What’s one habit you have while writing? (i.e. listening to music, drinking coffee, rambling to yourself, writing in bed, on paper, etc.)

Tish: Usually I do my best writing while sitting in my sun room with incense lit and “spa” type instrumentals playing in the background.

TA: What made you want to become a writer?

Tish: I developed a deep love of reading over the last ten years; the joy of being transported to another world was something I’ve always been drawn to, even as a kid, so when inspiration struck…I jumped in feet first!

 


TA: Tell us about The Rose Trilogy. What kind of series is it and what is it about?

Tish: The Rose Trilogy is a mature YA paranormal romance. It’s about a young woman who’s in love with a vampire, but carries many secrets that could threaten their relationship and ultimately their lives.

Here’s the tag line:

What if vampires were the good guys and a human girl was the one to fear?

 

TA: Did you model your characters after anyone in particular?

No I didn’t.

 

TA: What inspired you to write The Rose Trilogy?

Tish: I actually woke up from a dream with the title of the first book in my head, and within seconds I though of the other two as well. I immediately knew it would be about a girl named Rose and her journey from an innocent “white” Rose, to a guilty “red” Rose, and finally to a dark “black” Rose.

 

TA: You have a new book available called Prophecy’s Child. Can you tell us about it?

Tish: Prophecy’s Child is a short-story companion to the Ovialell series, which provides back story to one of the side-characters in the main series.

Here’s the tag line:

The end of a race…

The beginning of history…

The birth of a warrior.

TA: I know you just had a new release, but when can we expect your next book and what will it be?

Tish:  Aradia Awakens, which is Book One in the Ovialell series, is due out November 6, 2012.

 

Tish, thank you so much for letting me interview you. You were my first I shall always remember it. 😉

Visit Tish’s website to learn more about The Rose Trilogy and the Ovialell series.

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The Bellum Sisters Trilogy – Book Trailer

 

Acclaim for The Bellum Sisters Trilogy:

“T. A. Grey’s “The Bellum Sisters Trilogy” is a provocative look into the lives of three young women as they come of age in a paranormal world. Ms. Grey’s world is not only magical, but erotic, enchanted, and deadly. In addition to the fiercely passionate female characters, Grey creates a fresh cast of male counterpoints who are seductive, gritty, rugged, and noble. “The Bellum Sisters Trilogy” is an encouraging start to a promising new series.  I look forward to reading more from Ms. Grey in the future.” copyright 2012 by Amber L. Barr  www.vampireandimmortalbooks.com

“Having never read a novel by this author before, I was delighted to pick up this novel. It [Chains of Frost] is extremely fast paced and never slows down. The story flows beautifully together, and will lead perfectly into the second novel. This is a truly enchanting novel that will grab the interest of readers everywhere and will not let go.” Night Owl Romance

“Bonds of Fire is, as I previously mentioned, the second book in the trilogy of the Bellum sisters. It is a wonderful story, moving fast and never stopping for anything. It ties in beautifully to the previous book, with the stories blending with each other, and working together to build the third novel, which is forthcoming. Romance lovers everywhere will adore this book (and the series) as much as I have.” Night Owl Romance.

“Ties That Bind is a hair-raising, nail biting, heartwarming adventure of the grandest scale. Of all three of the Bellum sisters, Lily would have to be my personal favorite, as she is charming, quirky, and not a little bit spunky and outrageous. She is also still a delicate and unsure young lady. This is a perfect conclusion to the Bellum sisters trilogy, and I absolutely loved it.” Night Owl Romance

 

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