All posts for the month November, 2015

Monday Catch Up

Published November 30, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Happy St Andrews Day!

happystandrewsFor those of you on the last day of Nano, good luck and happy writing. And for those who may have started Nano and are not going to make the ‘goal’ I’ll echo what I’ve been saying to a few friends on facebook today – if you’ve written this month, and especially if you’ve written more than you normally would have, then I’d consider it a win 🙂 I knew there was no way I was going to make 50k this month, but I have some new words down and I’ve got through a lot of writing-related tasks (some I must admit that have been hanging around for a while) so I’m quite happy with my productive November.

promo graphicFor a wee roundup – I organised and released a charity anthology, Duty Honor Desire, with all proceeds to Help for Heroes.

Prequel Cover 3I finally finished, edited, formatted and made a cover for my prequel, Love Awakened – that you can find free here:

I’ve also been busy with new writing, re-editing on a Christmas story, and of course, promo for Love Reawakened – which is on the last day of its Thanksgiving weekend sale price! You can find it here:

So, I’m feeling like it was a good month 🙂 We’re into December tomorrow so I guess it’s going to be a busy one, Christmassy things already seem to be stacking up so hopefully there will be time to fit in all the writing things as well!

Take care x

Saturday Sexy Teaser – 28/11/15

Published November 28, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Happy weekend, if you were out shopping yesterday for Black Friday I hope you got some bargains and weren’t too frazzled by the crowds 🙂 It seems like the usual Sexy Saturday blog hop might be having a Thanksgiving break – but I thought I could share a wee teaser with you anyway! This is from Love Awakened, which is my new free read prequel.


Prequel Cover 3Emma was rapidly starting to lose her buzz. Was it too much to ask to be able to dance on her own without half a dozen jerks insisting that she must need company? This one seemed particularly persistent.

“I’m sorry, I’m really not interested” She tried more firmly, and this time turned her back on him. Surely that would give the hint?

Instead, she felt rough hands on her butt. Seriously? She whirled round, sparks flying from her fingers and singeing the air around them both. The ass-hat took an unsteady step back, his hands waving in the air as though trying to swat a fly.

“What the fuck?” One of the sparks caught his hand, and he snatched it back to his chest, staring at it confusion and then rising anger. “Goddamn bitch burned me.”

He stepped forward again, face contorted with drunken rage. Emma took a deep breath, called up her magic, and then the guy was suddenly on his butt in the middle of the dance floor. She blinked. Okay, that hadn’t been her.

Then Garret was taking her arm and moving them to the other side of the polished wooden floor. He turned her away from the small group gathered around the floored guy, and began moving them to the music. She stared up at him in surprise, unsure what to say.

“I thought you didn’t want to dance.”

He sighed. “I didn’t, but you obviously can’t stay out of trouble.”

“Me? I was only sticking up for myself, and you seem to be the one putting people on the floor.”

He grunted. “I didn’t say he didn’t deserved it, but you were… inciting.”

“I was what? How exactly?”

His hands waved around randomly. “Hips, twirling… ness. Look, are you wanting to dance or not?”

She could feel the grin spreading across her face, but she simply nodded and let him pull her into his arms. For someone who claimed they didn’t dance, he moved well, and as the music switched to a slower song she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body sway in time with his. The world around them seemed to drift away as she relaxed against him, resting her head on his chest, she could hear his heartbeat under her ear. Breathing in, she let his scent surround her, a unique blend of sandalwood and musk, with an underlying thread that was just sweat and skin and male. Every hard muscle seemed to mould against her… oooh, including a certain extra hard part of his anatomy that seemed to be pressing against her stomach. Things were definitely looking up – literally! A sly grin curved her lips as she deliberately rubbed against him.

His breath exhaled on a hiss as he stiffly moved back from her. Frowning slightly, she tilted back her head to look up at him. His deep brown eyes burned into her, she could see the banked desire there. Rising up on tiptoe, she did what she’d wanted to do since pretty much the first moment she’d seen him, half-concussed in a graveyard, and kissed him.

You can get it free at Smashwords now:

And if you’re wanting the full story Love Reawakened is reduced in price this weekend due to my publishers Thanksgiving weekend sale – check it out now 🙂

Take care x

Guest Author Interview – Matthew J Metzger

Published November 27, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Well, it’s been a busy week but yay for weekend. Today, I have the fab Matthew J Metzger visiting, for the first time I might add, so am very excited to find out more about him 🙂

WelcomeMatthew *waves* So, let’s start with you telling us a bit about yourself.

Well, I’m an asexual transman with six tattoos (and counting!) and a distinct lack of height. I’ve just moved back to Yorkshire in the UK, and my accent is slipping accordingly! I’ve been writing since I was three, and my first book came out when I was twenty-two. I write primarily LGBT fiction, both adult and young adult. When I’m not writing, I’m usually working or planning to travel. My next major holiday is going to be a month in New Zealand, but I’m hoping to make some of the US romance conferences before then. Will that do?

That will do fine! I’m a Lancashire lass originally, but shall try not to hold the Yorkshire thing against you 😉 Was there a specific moment where you first knew that you wanted to be a writer?

No. Like I said, I was making up stories when I was still figuring out what my feet were for (clue: not putting in my mouth) and writing them down since I could hold a pen. Writing books was more or less a natural extension for me. And as I never wanted to make a living or a career out of it, I never had that ‘aha!’ moment for it.

Do you have a particular writing routine, or any special rituals?

Again, no (wow, I am really boring…). I just kind of…do it. Mostly in bits and pieces after work, but I’ve lost a few weekends here and there. There’s no real rituals or special places I do it.

Lol, don’t worry, I tend to be the same way – my writing rotuine consists of ‘when I have time to do it’. Tell us about the genre you write in, and what drew you to it.

I write primarily LGBT romance. Romance because it’s so character-focused, and LGBT because I’m queer as hell myself and I always had more interest in writing queer characters. I write both adult and young adult books, usually just depending on what the particular story wants to be. And I write a surprising amount of sex for an asexual guy…

It’s interesting what comes out that you don’t expect, isn’t it? Are there any particular authors or books that have really inspired you?

I…don’t read much. Haven’t for years. And I never read romance to begin with, so…yeah. I’m a bit of a strange one in this genre.

Hehe, well at least you know you aren’t being influenced by any other writings – though I must admit I don’t know how I’d cope sometimes without a good book to destress with. If you’re not a big reader then, what five things could you never do without?

The internet, my phone and my laptop. Easily the top three, not in any particular order. I’d probably put the laptop first because I can’t write without it. I think my day job as well, I absolutely love it and it keeps me happy when the writing world can drive me mad and make me distinctly unhappy at times. And for the fifth…I don’t really know. My lungs? Pretty sure I couldn’t do without my lungs.

Nope, I think they might be on the necessary list 😉 So, tell us a bit about your new release.

Thicker Than Bone is a story about Ali, a perpetually nice kind of guy, being asked to donate bone narrow to his older brother, Tony, who has cancer. And usually, Ali wouldn’t even need to be asked for a stranger, never mind his own brother. Except that Tony is an extreme racist, and nearly murdered Ali’s partner several years earlier for being of Muslim extraction.

The book is really a joint look at the phrase ‘blood is thicker than water’ and the ethical question ‘if you could save a life, no matter whose it was, would you?’ And Ali faces both. He has to decide whether blood is thicker than water, or whether his love for Yazid is even thicker than that. And he has to decide whether he can ethically save or condemn the man who nearly killed his boyfriend.

It was a lot of fun to write in many ways, this juggling act between love and family that Ali is undertaking, and the balance between the very dark and serious aspect of their lives in relation to Tony, and the much more light-hearted, fun and loving way that Ali and his partner, Yazid, interact with each other.

Wow, that definitely sounds like a thought-provoking read. Where did your inspiration for it come from?

The oddest little place — I had a daydream in my head with a guy at a kitchen counter, doing something. I didn’t know what he looked like, who he was, or what he was doing, but he was there. And in sneaks his boyfriend, who just tiptoes up behind him and then attack-hugs him. It was just this silly, slice-of-life scene about this two guys messing around and being a bit daft.

Only the intruder was definitely, right from the very beginning, from the Middle East. I just knew that, the moment he appeared in the daydream. And I found myself asking what his story was, this happy guy with a boyfriend and a nice kitchen. Who was he? Where was he from? What religion was he? Did his family know? Did his boyfriend’s family like him? Were they both British, or was he an immigrant? From where? Did they live somewhere with racial tensions, or was it all fine in their immediate area? Did he still practice any religion?

Thicker Than Bone was born around that scene, and yet, weirdly, that scene never appeared in the final book!

It’s weird isn’t it, how the smallest little snippet can spark so much 🙂 What did you find most enjoyable about writing it?

Weirdly, Tony. Tony was awesome to write. He was just so openly vile that I enjoyed every minute of him, and how the other characters reacted to him. I had strangers in bars telling him to shut up, I had Yazid being very withering about him even while his presence was understandably frightening for Yazid. I even had to Google more racist terms for Muslims because I ran out, and yet I could create these great scenes of Yazid being really scathing in return because Tony is so utterly stupid.

Lol, sometimes I find it quite liberating to write truly horrible characters, perhaps it’s about letting all my pent-up irritations out! What was the hardest part about writing it then?

Ali’s decision-making process. I’m a much colder person than Ali, and very quick to decide about ethical dilemmas. Ali’s prizing of family is a bit unfamiliar to me personally, so there were times I wanted to shake him and say, ‘Jesus, man up already! He nearly killed your boyfriend, strangle him with his own IV!’ But that wasn’t Ali, the character utterly refused to sway from his own morals, so I had to let him have his way. Git.

*sighs* characters – they never seem to do what you want them to! Speaking of which, who’s your favourite character in it? (I know, I know, favouritism!)

Yazid. Easily. He’s fun, he’s lively, he’s really still celebrating being alive. He’s the emotional bedrock of the novel, he provides Ali with both support and a kick up the backside when he needs one. He was just so completely likeable from the very beginning, finding a bit of humour in everything and being so upbeat when he had every reason to have walked out on the whole mess years ago. I loved him from start to finish, and he is probably my second favourite character of all time, and definitely the favourite in this book!

Aww, he kinda sounds like the friend we all wish we had. Just in case we’re not convinced already – why should we run out and buy it right now? 

Because there’s a scene where Yazid dresses up as Princess Jasmine and gets utterly hammered at a party. And another where, after Tony walks in on them, Yazid loses his patience and threatens to give Tony a naked hug to make him go away. And a third in which Ali likens Yazid’s night-time cuddling to sharing a bed with an octopus. You kind of want to see how those three can fit in the same story, right? (Hint: it’s Yazid.)

Plus, there’s simply tons of hurt/comfort, so if that’s your thing, this is your book.

Hehe, well I think I definitely need to read those scenes. If you’re feeling the same way, the book details are here.

Thicker Than Bone coverBlurb

If you could save someone’s life, would you? Anyone’s?

Ali’s older brother has a swastika tattooed on his knuckles, a prison ID number for nearly beating a man to death for the crime of being Middle Eastern, and spent his teenage years ruthlessly persecuting Ali for being gay.

Blood may be thicker than water, but Ali has spent most of his life desperate to prove that he is nothing like Tony. A committed vegetarian, charity-supporter, and blood donor, Ali would do anything for anyone, and is frequently teased by his partner, Yazid, for being too soft-hearted. Ali may share parentage with Tony, but he is determined not to share anything else if he can help it.

So when Tony contracts leukaemia, and Ali is the only match for the urgently-needed bone marrow transplant, Ali is caught between two equally awful choices: to refuse, and condemn a man to death, or to donate.

And in donating, save the life of the man who nearly murdered Ali’s Iraq-born boyfriend?

Click here to find out more, read a sample, and (of course) buy a copy of your own.

And don’t forget to follow Matthew on social media at the following links:

Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and Tsu, or at his website

Have a great Friday 🙂

Free Book Release – Love Awakened

Published November 26, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Well, first of all, a very Happy Thanksgiving to all my lovely readers in the US. While we don’t celebrate in the UK, I think it’s always nice to take a few minutes to appreciate what you have and what you’re thankful for. It’s been rather an up and down year for me, but we’re all still here – and that means there’s always something positive to focus on.

In the spirit of being thankful to all my wonderful readers, I’m releasing the completed version of the rather aptly Love Awakened – which is the prequel to Love Reawakened. If you’re read the original, this is the story of how Emma and Garret met, and basically how they managed to muck it all up first time round! Thankfully, we sometimes get second chances 😉 It’s a free read, so please do check it out and would love for you to share, repost etc. I’m currently waiting for Amazon to sort out their pricing and put it down to free, but in the meantime you can get Kindle copies, along with other formats on Smashwords – the link is below. Hope you enjoy!

Prequel Cover 3Blurb

Emma is training to be a witch, but sadly it’s not as glamorous as you might think. Creepy graveyards and raising the dead are not what she signed up for, but she needs to learn fast – and at least she now has a yummy new teacher in the form of necromancer, Garret.

When Garret has to rescue the sassy little witch from a spell gone wrong it’s hard to ignore the instant attraction. He doesn’t do long-term, not in his line of work, yet Emma somehow manages to not only get under his skin but constantly get herself into trouble. Can he manage to keep her safe, while not losing his heart in the process?

This is a prequel for Love Reawakened. While it can be read as a standalone it is basically the story of what went wrong first time around – so while I hope it’s an enjoyable read it doesn’t have a HEA.

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Writing Wednesday

Published November 25, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

I was feeling rather stuck on what to write today, a distinct lack of writing inspiration. So, I was thinking about what I do when I’m stuck, when the words just don’t want to come – and just as I was thinking this I came across some posts that are the epitome of what you don’t do. Yet again there are plagiarism scandals going through the self-publishing community. While I have seen one or two different names coming up recently, the main culprit seems to be one Addison Scott, who had around a dozen titles up on Amazon – and it turns out didn’t write a single one of them.  Each and every one stolen from another author, the names and titles changed but otherwise pretty much word for word.

These were originally self-published books, so I guess Scott thought these were people without the power of a publisher behind them so less chance of retribution, probably less chance of it being noticed. At the end of day, the sad thing is that what retribution is these person actually going to get? Yes, the books will be taken down but will those poor authors ever see a penny from Scott in terms of the money that was made on their work? Will Scott even get a slap on the wrist, much less anything more – or will they be free just to change to a different name and start all over again?

I can’t imagine how those original authors are feeling. What we write is so personal, it’s a part of ourselves, and for someone else to steal that and put their own name on it – it’s just a horrible violation. What can be done about it? I honestly have no idea. I appreciate that Amazon has taken the books down quickly, but I believe B&N and Kobo are still selling books ‘by Addison Scott’ despite being informed of the situation – so I suppose a more stringent policy on the part of sellers would be a good start.

It just confuses me why this person feels the need to do this in the first place. I’m sure most of us will agree that unless you’re a big name then ebook publishing is not exactly lucrative! If you didn’t have a love of writing then there are surely much easier ways to make money. Most of us go into it because we love what we do, because we enjoy interacting with our readers, because feedback on our work means the world to us – I honestly don’t understand what this person would get out of it when every nice comment, every positive review they received they would have to know was about someone else’s words.

At least we can take a positive out of this that the genuine writing/reading community has not only spotted and flagged up this issue in the first place, but is united in condemning it. With a few less positive issues around at the moment, it’s nice to see people coming together and supporting each other. Let’s hope it continues.

Take care x

Tuesday Teaser

Published November 24, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

It’s Tuesday, so I thought I would tease with a wee excerpt from the Love Reawakened prequel, which should be out this week! I’m just sorting out formatting at the moment, but I do have a shiny new cover made for it… what do you think?

Prequel Cover 3I was going for the dark and creepy look, well that and I just love spooky pictures with bats – so, sue me 😉 Anyway, here’s your excerpt and it’s slightly in keeping with the cover. Don’t worry though, there’s definitely some romance in there too!

Garret’s heart stopped as the scream ripped through the air. What the fuck? There shouldn’t be anyone around at this time. The place was middle of nowhere, not to mention private property. Most people didn’t even know it was here, which was the only reason there hadn’t been serious casualties from the ghouls so far.

Deacan’s eyes met his, shock on the other man’s face as well. As one, they turned, running in the direction of the cry. As they came out into the open Garret’s sharp eyes picked out the running figure, and blind panic slammed into him as he recognized the slim form and red hair flying out behind her.

“Emma!” He shouted.

She glanced over her shoulder, and even from the distance he could see the fear in her eyes. The nearest ghoul reached out, its claws curving and he realized in that split second that she wasn’t going to make it.

Time seemed to slow down as he saw her fall. He threw his powers out, was dimly aware of Deacan doing the same, and the ghouls dropped to the ground like puppets with the strings abruptly cut. All he could see was the small figure lying motionless on the ground, her dark red hair pooled around her head, glinting in the flickering light from the fires, matching the red stain spreading across her back.

 And, don’t forget, the original, Love Reawakened is out now 🙂

Take care x

Monday Catch Up

Published November 23, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

These weekends do seem to fly by, don’t they? It’s been a bit of a busy week, had some survey work one day last week, which meant I ended up doing freelance work 5 days instead of 4. Hopefully it’ll bring a few extra pennies in before Christmas, but it does make it seem like a longer week and sadly cuts into the writing time! I have managed to get back to some new writing this week though – I’m doing an angel-themed story at the moment. It’s going to be very loosly tied to an angel story I wrote a couple of years ago, so fingers crossed it will be finished in time to release before Christmas.

indexI’m also doing the last checks on my free read prequel, so hopefully that’s going to be able to go up for download very soon. I know it’s going to be a free read, but it will be the first thing I’ll have released that won’t have gone through a professional editing process, so I’m a little paranoid that it shouldn’t have too many mistakes in it. It’s always so much easier to spot things in other people’s work than in your own 🙂

Our charity anthology also seems to be going quite well – and if you haven’t checked it out yet then please do have a look. All proceeds are going to charity, so you get three steamy reads and the chance to support a great cause!

You can find it here:

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Take care x

Guest Author Interview with Carolyn LaRoche

Published November 22, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Apologies, I’m running a little late today – but don’t worry it’s worth the wait because I have the lovely Carolyn LaRoche dropping in for a chat, and to tell us all about her new release, Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos. (Trust me, as someone who can barely walk in any heels, I’m impressed already!)

Carolyn LaRoche Author pictureThank you to Shelli for having me as a guest on her blog today. I am very excited to share my new release, Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos with all of you today.

It’s wonderful to have you here 🙂 So, let’s start with you telling us a bit about yourself.

I’m a little bit like Clark Kent/Superman with dual lives- during the day I work as a high school science teacher, a mom to two sons with active baseball schedules and wife to a hard working police officer. At night, on the weekends and every other free waking moment I write.

Hehe, I’m definitely getting a superman/woman vibe if you’re managing to juggle all that! Was there a specific moment where you first knew that you wanted to be a writer?

I have always been a writer in that I write all the time. Always have. Now, if you asked me when I thought maybe I stood a chance of getting my work out there for people to read, that would have been maybe five years ago. A friend read one of my stories and her first words were something like you better do something with this.

That’s probably the first time I actually considered writing as a career.

Sounds a like a great friend 🙂 Do you have a particular writing routine, or any special rituals?

The only real routine I have is procrastinating as much as possible before writing anything! I also like to have music playing while I work. It helps me concentrate because it blocks out everything around me.

I feel you on the procrastination, Facebook and the internet in general tend to be my downfall *sighs* Tell us about the genre you write in, and what drew you to it.

I write both contemporary romance and mystery/intrigue with a hint of romantic conflict. I love reading about happy endings as much as I love a story that keeps me guessing so it sort of works well that I like to write them also.

Yup, I’m a sucker for a HEA! Are there any particular authors or books that have really inspired you?

I read everything and anything I can from mainstream, commercial fiction to an advance review copy passed to me by an indie author. The inspiration to me is that these people write entire stories that keep me up until the wee hours of the morning because I don’t want to put the book down. That makes me want to write stories that keep people awake at night.

It is one of the nicest compliments you can get as a writer, I think 🙂 What five things could you never do without?

Not counting people, the five things in my life I couldn’t live without are the internet, my laptop, my books, my kindle and my very first smart phone that I am finally learning how to use.

Hehe, yup, I gave in and finally got a smart phone at the end of the last year, and still have no idea what most of the things on it do! So,tell us a bit about your new release.

Cyndi Mills is married to a very overly protective, safety motivated, danger prepared police officer. They are totally hot for each other, have a beautiful daughter and a really good life, despite Jason’s quirks. Cyndi still finds herself looking for a little fun-call it a midlife crisis, maybe? She finds herself wrapped up in a very unexpected job that requires her to keep secrets from her husband. Those same secrets land her in a heap of trouble.

Ooh, sounds interesting! Where did your inspiration for it come from?

Last year I co-wrote a non-fiction book with a friend of mine. We are both married to police officers and wanted to put together a book that would help the wives of officers new to the job adjust to the unusual lifestyle. We turned to a group we belonged to on Facebook for their stories and input and the idea came up for a fiction book that highlighted some of the unique and fun things about being married to a cop. (Believe me, there are many!) That’s how Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos came to be.

Aww, that’s lovely that there was so much real-life inspiration behind it. What did you find most enjoyable about writing it?

Most people are afraid of or dislike cops. After all, if one pulls you over or shows up at your door, it’s not usually to say hi. What I enjoyed was being able to show some of the fun that goes along with it. Most people don’t realize it but cops tend to be very funny people. They have to have a good sense of humor to survive. I loved being able to show some of the fun we have through Cyndi and Jason’s relationships. In fact, every book in the series has a hints and bits of our real life that to be honest, you just can’t make that stuff up.

What was the hardest part about writing it?

Of all the books I have written, this one was the easiest. I don’t think I really struggled with any of it. Jason’s character was easy since I live with his muse. Cyndi is nothing like me but she is a perfect complement to Jason. Their banter and interactions just rolled right onto the page.

It’s nice when it just flows like that, isn’t it? Who’s your favourite character in it? (I know, I know, favouritism!)

I have to admit, I love Johnny the bartender. You have to read him to appreciate him but when you do, you will love him too. Even as I answer this question, he is making me smile.

Ooh, we’re intrigued now. Why should we run out and buy it right now?

To meet Johnny

Hehe, well I think I’m convinced 😉 Let’s have a look at the book details:

Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos CoverBlurb

Every woman has secrets, and Cyndi Mills is no exception…
Cyndi has a beautiful daughter, and her husband Jason is totally hot for her, but something is missing. As a cop, Jason is extremely vigilant about safety and security, and Cyndi longs for some time to herself, so she takes a Friday night job.
Jason thinks she’s cleaning offices, when she’s actually dancing in a red bustier and six-inch stilettos at a club called Sugar Shakers, something only her three best friends, also police wives, know.
When club employees start disappearing, the truth comes out…
A young runaway, Jade, and a military widow, Lola, vanish, and Lola’s body is later found in the ocean. Cyndi begins investigating—with some help from her friends—but when anonymous threats put her daughter in jeopardy, she has no choice but to confess her lie to Jason, rocking their previously solid marriage.
Jason is furious, but Cyndi has to ask for even more if she hopes to solve the mystery…
Cyndi convinces Jason to sign her up as a confidential informant, and she officially goes undercover at the club, while Jason struggles to control his jealousy. As the evidence mounts and the danger becomes all too real, Jason fights to keep Cyndi safe.
But no amount of security can protect someone when lies are more common than the truth and no one is who they appear to be.

You can buy Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos here:

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And don’t forget to keep in touch with Carolyn on social media at the links below:




Twitter: @CarolynLaRoche

Have a great Sunday x

Guest Author – Leona Bushman

Published November 20, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

It’s nearly weekend, woot! And I’m extra happy as I have the fab Leona Bushman dropping by to visit. Leona is not only an amazing and supportive fellow writer, but is scarily multi-talented and also an editor, painter, crafter, and general superwoman! You may also have read her *ahem* steamy story in our recent charity anthology (if you haven’t checked it out yet then please do!). Anyway, I shall hand you over *sits backs and grabs the biccies*

Hi *waves*

My name is Leona Bushman, and I’m a writer. I haven’t acted like one in recent years, letting circumstances push me around. But baby, I’m back! I have written nearly 40k words this month, on top of sewing, family crisis, sick kids, doctors, kids’ conferences…etc. I also edited a few peeps and work a part time day job of sewing/teaching sewing, which takes prepwork.

It’s been a hard row and taken a lot of grit, fighting depression, fighting stereotypes, and the hardest, fighting myself. What if it’s not good enough? Well, what if? Then you edit, revamp, work it out…I know all of this, and yet, let circumstances suck away my creative energy, my spark, my very will to write. But it’s back. I’ve had it go a few times as I let other people’s opinions make me insecure, or work for others…at places that aren’t paying enough for hours worked.

Never give up. Never, ever ever.

20151116_181517_004Now, I have a new book on the horizon, Magic and Weres, that I plan to self pub with three previously published stories from a publisher that is no longer in business, and one new one from me, that took it’s bones from something that was in a magazine a long time ago…basically, I kept under 1000 of the original words, and it’s about 9-10k, so yeah, bare bones is all! But I’m excited. I’ve had these puppies over a year. It’s taken this long to remember, I’m a writer and artist…not a jack in the box fly by night creator, but a true writer and artist. I’m depressed and emotionally upset when not practicing my arts, both written and visual, so why do I let myself go around the bend and lose sight of that? I don’t know, but now I have friends who kick me in the arse and make me go back on the rails where I want to be, to travel my journey in the direction I’ve chosen.

Find those friends, be that friend, and if you have them, freaking listen to them! Lol


I hope you will look for my books on ARe and Amazon and Barnes and Noble, and Kobo…and other places! My art is on Etsy, and I sell direct. My lovely hostess has a painting of mine that she took on a walkabout in Edinburgh!


PiperHehe, I do indeed – it was lots of fun taking it on a photo tour of Edinburgh – and it got lots of admiring looks. (I am completely positive than 99% of the stares we got were due to how awesome the painting is, and not at all because we were holding it up in front of random historic sites and annoying bagpipers).

Thanks so much to Leona for visiting, and I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I have. Please do check out her works, both writing and artistic, and if you want to follow her then she’ll give you all the details below 🙂


I love talking to people. I can be found on twitter, FB, and tumbler.

Leona Bushman goes by many names but the most well-known one is superhero. She earned this name from saving a kangaroo from a tree—and yes that is as hard as it sounds. The dragons taught their queen how to write, and Queen Leona hasn’t looked back, even when her muse tries to muck things up.

She can be found goofing off and loving dragons and other creatures of the supernatural at these places:

Twitter: @L_Bushman



Passion in Print:

Murder by Succubus

Rick Sexed Up the Doc

Just Ink Press:

Mayhem in Mexico ~Urban Sci-fi~ Please note, this is not a romance.

Three Worlds Press:

The Ulfric’s Mate

Coming soon from Passion in Print:

Rick Sexed Up the Doc

Coming Soon from Three Worlds Press:

Barely There



Death’s Car, a serial

Coming soon: Pirating Christmas, Magic and Weres anthology



Thursday Tall Tales – Siren’s Call Part One

Published November 19, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

It’s Thursday, which means I’m sharing another free read with you 🙂 This is the first part of a new one, called Siren’s Call. It involves Ciaran, who is sadly unlucky in love – can the mysterious women he meets on the beach change that for him? Hope you enjoy x

9b1422101137166192ddffd8f9e08690It was Midsummer’s Night the first time he saw her. The heat was stifling and after tossing and turning, unable to sleep, he’d given up and decided on a walk along the beach. It was one of his favorite spots and one of the things that had attracted him to the house in the first place. The sea was calm for once and the gentle lapping of the waves against the sand was soothing. The sky was clear and the full moon offered enough light that he didn’t need the flashlight in his pocket.

He meandered slowly, hands in his pockets. This would be a romantic situation if he only had someone to share it with. He scuffed his feet through the sandy pebbles. Yeah, right. His friends were always laughing at his bad luck with women, and that was if he even got up the courage to talk to them in the first place. Was it really his fault that he preferred books to sports, that he couldn’t lift weights to save his life—and he’d probably be just as skinny if he did?

Lost in his self-pity, at first he wasn’t sure what the shape on the rock was. When he actually made it out, he was convinced he must be seeing things. He slowly moved closer, mouth gaping in disbelief. Sitting on the rock, bathed in the moonlight, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her skin glowed pure white in the moonlight; her hair streamed down her back and over her breasts. She was slowly running a comb through it, and his eyes became glued to the motion. At the moment it lifted at the front, he caught a glimpse of perfectly formed alabaster breasts. When he managed to drag his eyes up to her face it was a vision, delicate and heart-shaped, with huge eyes and full, pouting lips that pursed as she hummed a haunting melody.

d5fbb1685e519b68c1af881e02956be4He stepped forward, half-convinced that he was still in his bed, asleep. At any moment now he was going to wake up, probably after embarrassing himself like he had as a teenager. Instead, he saw her eyes widen in shock, the comb stilling in her long tresses as she looked at him with fear. For a moment, she seemed frozen before turning as though to run.

“Wait,” he cried out. “I won’t hurt you, please don’t go!”

The woman turned, her huge eyes lit with curiosity.

“I’m Ciaran,” he told her. “What’s your name?”

The woman rose gracefully from the rocks, and he gulped as he realized she was completely naked. She glided towards him and he tried to subtly adjust his pants as his body hardened uncomfortably.

“You can call me Rae.” Her voice was musical and he felt as though he could close his eyes and simply listen to it forever.

“Are you lost?” he asked. He couldn’t understand why she was out on the beach, alone and naked, in the middle of the night.

She smiled and shook her head. Up close, he could see that her eyes were pale, silvery in the moonlight. With only the tiniest slits for pupils, the irises looked huge. He had to clench his hands by his sides not to reach out and touch her. It seemed wrong to want to molest a woman alone at night. She seemed to have no such worries, though, and her hand drifted up, stroking down his cheek. Her skin was cold, despite the warmth of the night. He took off his light jacket and offered it to her. She simply laughed, the sound like notes on the wind.

“I am not cold, Ciaran, but it is nice to see there are still some gentlemen left on the land.”

He frowned; her words and manner were old-fashioned, and he had the odd feeling she didn’t belong here. She reached up on tiptoe and pressed her cool lips against his. Every other thought left his mind. Her arms slipped around his neck and he pulled her closer against him, running his hands greedily over her curves, glorying in the smooth softness of her white skin. His mind was telling him that something was distinctly strange, but his body ruled out any objections and told him not to be such an idiot. It was probably a dream anyway, he rationalized. There was no way he could be awake when the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen appeared naked and threw herself at him.