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Tuesday Catch Up

Published September 13, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Well, first I guess I should apologise for the lack of posts lately. 2016-05-11-1462971004-479389-writerUnfortunately real-life has been kicking my ass. I won’t go into too many details, but just been feeling rather down and fed-up which makes it a bit harder to ‘switch on’ the creative side. Still, it happens sometimes and we get through it x

Anyway, onto more positives! Had a lovely weekend catching up with family and things are slowly picking up this week. Back on edits and should get the next book over to my editor in the next few days. Am just working on those last little tweaks – and of course, de-Britishing it lol! My heroine is suppose to American but since I’m obviously not, all sorts of British terms and phrases tend to automatically pour out when I’m just getting the story down – and then need to be ruthlessly cut out in edits! It’s a tricky process sometimes, and while I love you Americans then sometimes you don’t just have good substitutes for certain words and phrases 😉 I think for my next one I definitely need a British main character then I can happily go nuts with the UK words lol.

gray-wolfOnce I get this off for edits then should hopefully be able to get back to writing (well, and the other one I need to edit). I also have a cover almost finished, which I am loving – shall share soon and hopefully you’ll agree 🙂

Hope you all have a great week. Take care x

Saturday Sale – Free Fairy Tale Romance Read!

Published July 23, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Hope your weekend is off to a good start 🙂 I’m relieved the heat is coming down slightly here (though I’m sure many of my readers across the pond are mildly amused at us Brits melting in what is probably ‘might need a sweater’ weather fot them lol!). Anyway I’m in a good mood – and we’re having a sale! Scarlett Legacy is free on Amazon for this weekend only.

What if the fairy tales were true – but they had it all wrong? Scarlett Legacy is a fairy tale inspired romance, with a Big Bad Wolf you really won’t want to miss! Here’s a teaser.

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His body was like something out of a magazine, or like the Greek statues at the museums she’d been to for tedious fundraisers. Bronzed skin covered sculpted muscles with a dusting of hair leading down into his pants—which, oh Christ, were coming off as well! She closed her eyes a moment, and then couldn’t help herself and had to peek. So much for wondering whether he was going to keep on his underwear as he wasn’t wearing any. He seemed completely comfortable in his nakedness, and when he bent over to neatly place his clothes on the rock she had to clench her hands to restrain from reaching out to that tight ass. Jeez, you could market that! He turned back to meet her gaze and her cheeks flamed at the knowing amusement in his eyes. Before her fuddled brain could even start to think of something to say, he leaned forward and brushed a quick, hard kiss across her lips.

“Don’t worry. You have the exact same effect on me,” he whispered to her and then stepped back. “See you in there,” he told her with a grin, before turning and jumping off the rock straight into the shining water.

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Convinced yet? 😉 Check it out now here:

myBook.to/ScarlettLegacy

Remember, it’s only free for the weekend, so don’t miss out!

Take care x

Sexy Saturday

Published June 18, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Hope your weekend’s off to a good start! I’ve been having a slightly frazzling week, so glad to reach weekend and have a chance to put my feet up (well , put my feet up with the laptop on my knee at least lol). Since it’s Saturday I’m sharing an excerpt and this is from Scarlett Legacy. Edits on book 2 are coming along well, can’t wait to share with you all. But in the meantime, hope you enjoy this snippet 🙂

 

WolfDamian’s jaw clenched as he watched her amble through the woods, seemingly lost in her own world and paying no attention to any possible dangers. He lifted his head, breathing in deeply to take in her scent on the drifting breeze. While he’d been expecting a reaction it still hit him like a sucker punch in his gut. His stomach clenched and his body hardened.

His inner beast was already raging at him. The burning need to mark her, to possess her, rising up within like a force of nature but he grit his teeth and forced it down. He was not some undisciplined pup unable to control himself. Years of leading his people had driven into him patience and control above all else.

Instead, he forced himself to stay hidden for now, easily keeping pace with her. She was exactly as he’d always imagined—dark curls flowed down her back and framed delicate features, high cheekbones, and huge dark eyes with thick lashes. Everything about her drew him in, but he’d waited too long to rush things now.

When he’d first sensed her, that indescribable pull that couldn’t be anything else, he’d thought he was going crazy. He’d given up hope long ago, and yet there she was, walking through his woods as though she’d always been meant to be there.

sl rough 4He watched as she paused, looking around her with confusion on her face. She turned in a slow circle, her brow furrowed, and her teeth biting into her lush bottom lip. She was lost, he realized. Well, that was just perfect. His teeth bared in a wicked smile, he could go and “rescue” her. She would think he was Prince Charming when actually he was the big bad wolf.

You can find Scarlett Legacy on Amazon now:

myBook.to/ScarlettLegacy

Take care x

My Sexy Saturday 11/06/16

Published June 11, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Hope you’re having a good weekend 🙂 I’m joining in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop today – and this excerpt is from my fairy-tale inspired romance, Scarlett Legacy. Hope you enjoy x

 

castle5The length of the huge room was lit with glowing candle-bulbs, set in wall scones that seemed to float near the ceiling. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting and multiplying the dozens of dancing couples. Music from a string ensemble floated on the air, and she smelled the mingling scents of incense and mulled wine. As she stared in complete wonder, feeling like she was in a cross between a fairytale and a regency novel, Sophie nudged her yet again. Really, the woman was getting a little pushy. She’d been quite happy in her own little fairytale imaginings.

When she glanced over, the young woman was gazing at her with amused expectation and nodding toward the bottom of the curved staircase. Natalia’s breath caught in an entirely different way, heat flooding through her. Damian stood at the bottom of the stairs. The only adjective that came to mind was ‘dashing’. He wore a formal tux, the material tailored perfectly to his toned body, the crisp white shirt setting off his tanned skin and the dark unruly hair that just brushed the collar. A glittering pin held his deep red cravat in place. It glowed in the light and looked extremely expensive. The look of utter appreciation that filled his amber eyes as he stared at her made her legs shaky and heat run down her spine.

Her feet didn’t seem to want to move and she needed yet another nudge to start down the long staircase. It seemed to last forever, but then he was taking her hand in his warm one, and somehow the fact that it was still as rough and calloused as it had been in the woods centered her. He smiled at her.

“You look stunning, Natalia. You put every woman here to shame with the light of your beauty.”

She found herself smiling back. From most people, such a compliment would seem contrived or completely over the top, but the complete sincerity in his voice told her he meant every word.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “You clean up pretty good yourself.”

couple“May I?” He gestured toward the dancing couples and she nodded, though not without some trepidation. She hadn’t been lying when she said she wasn’t much of a dancer.

She shouldn’t have worried, since her partner had obviously done this before. He skillfully twirled her around the floor, his arm securely around her waist in case she mis-stepped. Natalia felt as though she was flying, as her feet carried her gracefully around the floor. Her skirts swirled around her, making her feel ridiculously feminine. She could feel the heat of his body, his hand secure in hers, and the sense of rightness only grew. When the song stopped, her cheeks were flushed, but she could have stayed in that moment forever.

 

sl rough 4Blurb

What if the fairy tales were not only real, but had it all wrong? Come meet a Big Bad Wolf like you’ve never seen before.

When Natalia rents a holiday cottage she is looking for peace and quiet, a place to reassess her life and recover from her failed relationship. Instead she finds a man who turns her world upside down.

However, people and things are not as they seem, and Natalia begins to find that legends are real and fairy tales have a basis in reality. As she grows closer to the enigmatic Damian she finds herself tested as danger and passion go in hand in hand, and everything she thought she knew about the world will be questioned.

After years of waiting Damian had given up hope that he would ever find his destined mate, and he certainly never expected her to be a sassy American who has no idea that his world even exists. Can he convince Natalia to believe in the impossible, and more importantly, can he protect her from those who seek to destroy his people.

You can find Scarlett Legacy on Amazon here:

https://www.amazon.com/Scarlett-Legacy-Shelli-Rosewarne-ebook/dp/B00YFPOG3I/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1465562277&sr=1-3&keywords=shelli+rosewarne

Take care x

 

Wednesday WIP

Published June 8, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Here we are on Hump Day 😉 Hope you’re having a good week so far. Mine has been a bit up and down, busy and tiring at work but meeting a friend tonight for a wee catch-up and possibly some cocktails – so can’t complain at that! Since it’s mid-week, I thought I’d share a teaser from my current WIP. This is just going into next round edits now so hopefully should have a release date for you soon. The response from my wonderful beta readers has been awesome so far 🙂 Hope you enjoy!

 

wolves-and-werewolves-fire-and-ice-the-wolf-pack-23828159-240-320Niko cursed as pain shot through his body. Goddamn it! He hated being helpless. Damian was holding him up on one side, and when he staggered another arm went round his waist and a slight form fitted herself under his arm. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. He could tell from the scent, floral shampoo, Chanel perfume and something light and earthy that was purely her. This had been a bad idea, the scent was going to get into his house and he’d never get rid of it.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t make his cock twitch every time he caught a fucking whiff of it. If he’d been young and not quite so cynical he would have thought it was the scent of his mate, but then he’d been caught out once before on that. He could only assume it must be because she was related to Iyana. Even thinking her name caused him to flinch and deflated his erection beautifully. Yeah, that must be it. Because she was related to the heartless woman who actually had been his mate, before leaving him without looking back, there must be some kind of genetic chemistry. It was awkward, and definitely uncomfortable, but he would live with it. He had to, there was no other option.

Natalia fussed around them, fluffing up pillows and moving tables back out of his way. With the two others aiding him he managed to collapse into his chair, not quite holding back the grunt of pain as he did so. Damn it, he was weaker than he’d thought. He had been genuinely convinced that the doctor was over-reacting, that a day or two maybe with a nurse and he would be fine on his own. Based on the effort required just to get through the fucking door though, he might have to re-think things.

“Here, take these.” Her soft voice feathered down his spine and it was an effort to get his body under control again. He was seriously not going to be sporting wood in front of the pack leader and his mate.

bfsgraywolf1Looking up she was holding out a glass of water and a handful of tablets. He took the glass gingerly.

“What are they?” He eyed the pills a little suspiciously.

“Pain-killers, which it looks like you need right now, antibiotics to speed up the healing. That’s what you want, right?”

There was a challenge in her eyes, and he grunted crabbily at her, snatching the pills and downing them all with the water. Bratty little girl. If he’d been feeling better he’d have made her pay for that. Ways of doing that flashed into his mind and he bit back the groan that was threatening to rise up. This had been a terrible idea, having her in his house, around him all the time, was pretty much going to amount to torture.

 

Aww, do we feel sorry for him? 😉 Lol, hope the rest of your week goes well – take care x

A to Z Challenge – Z is for Zonked

Published April 30, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Well, we’ve made it to the last day and while it might not be strictly wolf-related then zonked is pretty much how I’m feeling 🙂 It has been great fun though and have really enjoyed getting to check out a lot of new blogs as well. I hope you’ve enjoyed my wolfies posts and today it seemed appropriate to end with what started it all – Scarlett Legacy (plus, z words are hard lol!). Here’s a wee excerpt 🙂

 

Wolves_wolf_great_wallpapers_for_your_deskopDamian’s jaw clenched as he watched her amble through the woods, seemingly lost in her own world and paying no attention to any possible dangers. He lifted his head, breathing in deeply to take in her scent on the drifting breeze. While he’d been expecting a reaction it still hit him like a sucker punch in his gut. His stomach clenched and his body hardened.

His inner beast was already raging at him. The burning need to mark her, to possess her, rising up within like a force of nature but he grit his teeth and forced it down. He was not some undisciplined pup unable to control himself. Years of leading his people had driven into him patience and control above all else.

red and wolfInstead, he forced himself to stay hidden for now, easily keeping pace with her. She was exactly as he’d always imagined—dark curls flowed down her back and framed delicate features, high cheekbones, and huge dark eyes with thick lashes. Everything about her drew him in, but he’d waited too long to rush things now.

When he’d first sensed her, that indescribable pull that couldn’t be anything else, he’d thought he was going crazy. He’d given up hope long ago, and yet there she was, walking through his woods as though she’d always been meant to be there.

He watched as she paused, looking around her with confusion on her face. She turned in a slow circle, her brow furrowed, and her teeth biting into her lush bottom lip. She was lost, he realized. Well, that was just perfect. His teeth bared in a wicked smile, he could go and “rescue” her. She would think he was Prince Charming when actually he was the big bad wolf.

If you’d like to read more, the book details are here:

sl rough 4Blurb

What if the fairy tales were not only real, but had it all wrong? Come meet a Big Bad Wolf like you’ve never seen before.

When Natalia rents a holiday cottage she is looking for peace and quiet, a place to reassess her life and recover from her failed relationship. Instead she finds a man who turns her world upside down.

However, people and things are not as they seem, and Natalia begins to find that legends are real and fairy tales have a basis in reality. As she grows closer to the enigmatic Damian she finds herself tested as danger and passion go in hand in hand, and everything she thought she knew about the world will be questioned.

After years of waiting Damian had given up hope that he would ever find his destined mate, and he certainly never expected her to be a sassy American who has no idea that his world even exists. Can he convince Natalia to believe in the impossible, and more importantly, can he protect her from those who seek to destroy his people?

Buy Links

Amazon

Thanks so much for visiting over this challenge! Take cate x

A to Z Challenge – S is for Superstitions

Published April 23, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

blackwolfThe eagle-eyed may have noticed that the letter S post should have gone up yesterday – yup I’m a day behind. It’s been a slightly chaotic week but hopefully after the shift today I have a nice lazy day tomorrow 🙂 Today though we’re talking superstitions around wolves. The wolf has been feared and persecuted by man probably more than any other animal, and only it’s intelligence and resilience has saved it from complete extinction. Yet has the wolf really done much to deserve this history and fearsome reputation?

The Black Plague, which devastated Europe in the Middle Ages, may explain much of the strained dynamic between wolves and humans. With corpses stacking up way faster than they could be buried or burned, it was only natural that wolves would gather at the edges of cities to feast on the dead. In doing so, whole generations developed a taste for human flesh and likely began viewing us as prey items. No doubt horrified, the highly superstitious people began spinning tales, contributing to already prevalent beliefs of werewolves, vampires, and ghouls.

wolf eyesWhile Pre-Christian and Pagan warriors wore wolf pelts to symbolise ferocity and to channel the spirit of the wolf, in Christian Europe it was believed that the wolf was either created by the devil or the actual devil in disguise. Ironically despite this wolf teeth or pelts were said to ward off evil. As well as wrapping someone in wolf skins to cure epilepsy or rabies, rubbing wolf’s teeth on an infant’s gums to alleviate toothache and teething pains, sleeping with a wolf’s head under the pillow to stop nightmares or insomnia and eating wolf’s meat to prevent ghosts haunting the person. With all these various body parts being in common use, it’s no wonder the poor wolf was nearly hunted to extinction! Hopefully we have a little more sense today and can appreciate this beautiful animal all in one piece.

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Take care x

A to Z Challenge – Q for Questions

Published April 20, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

red and wolfHow’s your week going? Today we’re on the letter Q, which was a bit of a tricky one for me. This might not be specific to wolves but it’s an important word for all writers. Questions are the cornerstone of writing, and the main thing that can spark a story. With Scarlett Legacy, as you probably know, the initial inspiration came from the Little Red Riding Hood fairy tale – but the story itself came from asking questions. What if the fairy tale was wrong, what if the Big Bad Wolf was just misunderstood after all – after all, we all know how history and folklore can be manipulated to suit the people telling the story. Once you start on ‘what ifs’ it can quickly spiral. What if there was more than one wolf – they are pack animals after all – and let’s face, a wolf who can talk and reason and plot is at least a little bit human – which leads us to shifters.

sl rough 4Then of course, once you have the inspiration for the basic story you need to ask more questions – this time more research-based. How are you going to translate wolf pack behaviours and hierarchies into a human society? How would they hide from the world? How could you bring an old fairy into the modern day? How could you tie in the all important ‘red riding hood’? (The last one is actually one of my favourite bits in the story – but I’m not going to spoil it if you haven’t read yet!) Before you know it a whole series is falling into place – just from a few little questions 🙂

This is one of the things I love most about writing, and why I always want to keep asking questions.

Scarlett Legacy is on sale now:

Amazon

 

Take care x

A to Z Challenge – L for Little Red Riding Hood

Published April 14, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Well, we couldn’t really talk about wolves, and in particular my own Big Bad Wolf, without looking at the fairy tale that started it all!

little_red_riding_hood_by_evanira-d64guu7As with most fairy tales the original versions tend to be a lot darker than the one we might be familiar with from our childhoods. The oldest version of the story seems to be from 14th century Italy, there was no red hood is this version, the wolf was actually a werewolf and, as you might expect, there is no ‘happy ending’ – the wolf wins and the girl dies. The moral was supposed to be not to talk/listen to strangers (maybe a little harsh?)

The first written version of the story was by Charles Perrault, who added the red cloak as a symbol of the girl’s sexual maturity, while the wolf was supposed to represent the sexual predator, seducing her off the moral path. It was a cautionary tale, warning young women of the dangers of men. The Brothers Grimm version, that we are probably more familiar with, was take directly from this but they added the ‘happy ending’ of having the woodsman come along to rescue Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother and kill the wolf.

images9This was one of the earliest examples of the wolf being used a symbol of sexual predation, and it still continues to this name in common terms and cliches. For example, a predatory man may be described as a ‘wolf’, while a whistle to indicate that someone is sexy is called a ‘wolf whistle’.

 

I find the way stories and fairy tales change and are adapted through history fascinating. The core of the story remains, but it is updated and tweaked for the current audience. Little Red Riding Hood is one that has seen numerous versions and adaptations, in novels, movies, television etc. I really enjoyed being able to do my version, and I hope it fits in somewhere:)

Scarlett Legacy is on sale at Amazon now.

Amazon link

Take care x

 

A to Z Challenge – K for Kiss

Published April 13, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

The month is just speeding along, can’t believe we’re on the letter K already! Today is a teeny bit of a cheat, okay so it’s not purely wolf-related but hey I write romances about wolf-shifter so you’ll let me away with it, right? 😉 I love writing romance and the kiss is always an important scene. The first kiss in particular is a defining scene, that first step for the characters that changes their dynamic for good. This one is from my current WIP – I hope you enjoy x

bfsgraywolf1“I’m sorry if I woke you,” he said gruffly.

Those bright hazel eyes shot to his. “I was up anyway. I heard howling. It’s weird, I didn’t know there’d be wolves this close to where people lived.”

A wry smile touched his lips, she had no idea. “Did it frighten you?”

Her brow scrunched. “Not frighten exactly. I’ve never seen wolves in the wild before.”

He grinned at her now. “Would you like to?”

She took a step closer. “What are you talking about? How could we do that?”

He liked the way she said ‘we’. He liked too much about her right now. The cute way her nose wrinkled when she was confused, her scent creeping around every corner of his room, the hint of curves under the ridiculous flannel. A low growl bubbled up, his wolf apparently liked her too. Her eyes widened.

“Did you just growl at me?” An incredulous note was in her voice.

index“Why aren’t you running away, Katya?”

She blinked at him. “Should I be?”

“Yes.”

If he had any sense left himself, he would be pushing her away, but the animal side was riding him right now and he found himself reaching out for her hand, dragging her closer until she was stood between his legs, looking down at him.

Her eyes searched his, a crease of confusion between her brows. “It’s weird, but it almost looks like your eyes are glowing. It must be the light in here, right?”

He didn’t answer her, one hand going up to cup the nape of her neck, dragging her mouth down to his. She gave a surprised squeak and then his lips covered hers.

Shit, it was more than he’d ever thought. Desire slammed into him, instantly hardening his body. His senses were pricked, making him keenly aware of every detail. The rough feel of the flannel and under it the warm and softness of her. The silk of her hair under his fingers. But most of all, her mouth. It was all heat and warmth and pure magic.

coupleA tiny whimper escaped her, and he deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue over the seam of her lips until she parted for him and he plundered every inch of her soft warmth. Every inch of him ached with the need to claim her, to possess every inch of her, to plunge into her core and take her as his own. Even with Iyana he’d never felt anything quite this intense.

Shit. He stiffened instantly. What the hell was he doing? Hadn’t he told himself all the reasons this was a stupid idea, and one night of her being under his roof and all his intentions disappeared under a wave of lust. He was acting like some kind of randy fucking teenager.

 

Take care x