Publication date: October 17th 2014
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Paranormal
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Paranormal
Synopsis:
BRANDON is the sequel to CONSTANTINE of The SIREN Series.
Brandon, a Druid male warrior, has sought the call of the Mother, the sea’s endless summons something he can no longer ignore.
Leaving the Reaper vampire stronghold, he seeks those females who share his blood and unique calling. Brandon enters a battle between the mixed-blood Constantine, Kane of demon descent and Madden—a Mer who has the answers to the mystery of his lineage.
Left with more questions than answers, Brandon is shocked when he discovers a female that is mixed as he.
Can Brandon find answers to the questions that plague him? Or will his protection for the one female who calls to him circumvent the resolution he craves? When males from the opposing sects hunt him for what he possesses—can he call on his Druid counterparts to save everything he cares most about …
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Excerpt
Ember steps around Con, and Con sees Madden's nostrils
flare. Hard.
“You have fucked the Faction,” Madden accuses her.
Constantine sighs. Grabbing Ember's elbow, he jerks her
closer to him. “You imbecile, I am no longer Faction. Do you see yonder Faction
present? Them, oaf, not I.”
Madden's brows dump, his eyes narrowing to slits. “A
mongrel is what I see,” he says, dismissing the Faction who used to battle
alongside Con.
Not that the other Faction’s stance as current potential
enemy ruffled Con’s feathers. Con has found independence, and it suits him
quite well.
Con doesn’t have time for usurpation. “Well, bravo, my
fishy enemy. But this mongrel will end you.”
The Mer open their mouths to call the Mother.
Constantine would like to bitch about their methods.
However, he has always been a dirty fighter, and he approves of using
everything at his disposal.
On that note. Con whips Ember around, gripping her
arms. Her blood-red eyes and blond hair contrast in the strangled moonlight
seeping through the trees like pale blood.
“Derail their siren's call, Ember.”
Her eyes grow round. “I do not know if I am able.”
He gives her a teeth-rattling shake. “Try—before I inspire
you to do so. You can take the Faction out of the male, but the violence
remains.”
Constantine draws her close as the Mer call the aid of the
sea.
He feels the Mother as his lips take Ember's in a brutal
press of flesh that leaves her gasping.
He bites her lip just hard enough to draw blood, and it
fills their mouths.
He pulls away. “Do it. Do it now!”
Ember's tongue swipes at the wound. He watches her pupils
dilate, the black eating the red. When her eyes are glossy ink marbles in the
ivory of her face, her mouth opens, and Ember's song fills the stillness.
The demonic and Druid cover their ears against it.
But Con does not. He has enough blood of the Mer to
tolerate her high-toned wail, though it causes as much pain as it does
pleasure.
A common theme for what Constantine enjoys best.
A wall of seawater rises like a hand from a watery grave.
It hovers over Ember and Constantine.
The Druid's arms drop to his sides, an expression of
wonder filling his face as he approaches them.
Ember's wailing isn’t interrupted when she gives a
cautionary shake of her head. Con doesn’t shred the cock and balls off the
young male, as his impulse would normally be, because when the Druid sets his
hands on both their shoulders, Ember’s song rises in pitch—strengthening the
call. The water that threatens them swings around and crashes into the five Mer
and Faction who sidle closer to gain the advantage of proximity.
Fierce satisfaction fills Con when the Mers’ siren call is
cut short, water stealing the sound.
Ember's final note carries on the now-still air. Her
trembling music crushes the silence as it ends.
Their breathing is all Constantine hears.
Author Bio
Marata Eros (a pen name for Tamara Rose Blodgett), is the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of A Terrible Love. Marata has more than thirty-five titles in multiple genres including Dark Fantasy, Dark Romance as well as her highly successful Dark Erotica series.
Marata lives in South Dakota with her husband, children and fur kids. She is an ardent reader of many genres. Tamara enjoys interacting with her readers via Twitter, blog and newsletter as often as possible. Please stop by and say hi :)
Marata lives in South Dakota with her husband, children and fur kids. She is an ardent reader of many genres. Tamara enjoys interacting with her readers via Twitter, blog and newsletter as often as possible. Please stop by and say hi :)
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Please welcome Marata Eros to Diane's Book Blog.
Ode to the Three Star Reviewer
This is
a love letter of sorts. Anyone who's ever bothered to check out my blog,
Facebook or twitter sites knows that I'm positive, assertive and command a
great respect for my readers (and all other supporters). Some authors won't
make the ballsy move to say anything about reviewers because we're terrified of
offending anyone by accident and getting labeled as one of “those” authors.
Well, no need to worry about that, guys. I'm not one of “those.” I'm a normal
chick whose day job is writing. I'm a wife, a mother of four, and daydream from
mind to paper. It's not complicated. I'm not here to spread negativity so rest
assured, the words that follow are positive, truthful and from the heart. It's
all good.
This
month I'd like to touch on reviewers. I love my readers; I am one. I
read about 3-4 books per week and understand my taste intimately, select
accordingly and won't go past 10% [eReader] on any work unless it engages me.
Since I'm a niche writer... well, that typically means I don't like “broad”
work. However, there's exceptions, like BEAUTIFUL DISASTER. I loved that work
and its wide appeal cannot be denied. The one that took the rug out from
underneath me was the wonderfully dark, poignant and clearly controversial CJ Roberts
masterpiece, CAPTIVE in the DARK. Wow. Just- wow.
So- I
understand your pain. I read, I select, and I... critique.
What? You
don't like everything you read? The short answer is: no.
However,
as a writer, your constructive criticisms are helpful. I won't lie: I adore the
fives stars, the one stars are tough... the three stars are [typically]
informative. As an artist I don't “learn” much from that wide pendulum, though
I appreciate every review. Appreciate doesn't mean like or dislike, it's
a nod to the time it took that reader to voice their thoughts in a tangible
way. Stephen King once said: “The worst advice? ‘Don’t listen to the
critics.’ I think that you really ought to listen to the critics, because
sometimes they’re telling you something is broken that you can fix.”
Okay,
King is The Master. Since we write, we need to listen to our readers so we can
continue to improve our work: the craft of writing. Everyone's time is valuable
and I don't ever dismiss readers who share their thoughts.
I love
hearing what resonated in my work; I need to hear what didn't work just as
much. Some things compromise the work and I can't alter those, but I can add
things that readers need. My break out dark romantic suspense, A TERRIBLE LOVE
is a case in point. When I read some reviews where readers wanted to hear more
back story, and just more “why,” I fleshed that out in the companion, A BRUTAL
TENDERNESS. However, the intrinsic character's personalities must remain true
to who they are, a product of what shaped them in the past, and what the
present is feeding them. I usually use the rule of “3s.” If I hear the same
criticism three times (or the same “love”) I will emphasize the latter and
improve the former.
I'll
speak for all those who write: if you care about your words, you care about
who's reading them. Altering your work to improve it for your reader while
remaining true to your style isn't cheating, it's progressing.
Thank
you so much for reading our work. Without you, they're just words on a page.
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