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Wednesday WIP

Published July 27, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Well, we’re at another Hump Day – this month seems to be just flying by! Hope you’re all having a good week. I’m definitely keeping busy, but wanted to share with you an excerpt from my current WIP. Hope you like it 🙂

 

witch-fantasy_00408573Venn stared at the little cottage with some trepidation. It was just so… cutesy. Warm red brick with a neat little garden, shadowed in the growing darkness, leaden-paned windows and a sloping roof. He wouldn’t be surprised to see deer and little bunnies frolicking through the grass. Urgh. This did not look like the home of a powerful witch. Maybe it was a kind of camouflage? Let’s face it he didn’t have a great deal of options. Everyone else had turned him away. If this witch couldn’t help he was pretty much screwed.

He glided through the night to the painted front door. There was a neat, hand-printed sign.

For enquiries, come to back door.

Great. Like a servant, or a delivery person. Gritting his teeth he made his way round to the back and knocked sharply on the door. It flung open, spilling out warm light and framing the form of a small woman. He blinked at her a moment. Short, curvy, brown, slightly frizzy hair pulled back in a messy up-do and thick glasses that gave her the look of a blinking owl. This – this was his last hope?

“Can I help you?”

Her voice was surprisingly rich and smooth. Fine, he was here now, though he wasn’t feeling optimistic.

“I hope so. You are the witch in residence here?”

Maybe she was an assistant or something? There could be someone inside who reeked of power. Her eyes narrowed as though she sensed his thoughts.

“The one and only. I am Elizabeth Garrett Morrigan. And I need a good reason to want to help a vampire.”

He sighed. At least she had enough power to know what he was, that was surely a start.

“My name is Venn Draconius. I was told that you can be sympathetic to those who others shun. I am badly in need of help. I am under a curse.”

Her brow furrowed. “What kind of curse?”

“Could we perhaps discuss inside?”

A male voice came from inside the house. “Libby, don’t you dare invite a vampire in here.”

cottageVenn raised an eyebrow. “I assure you no harm will come to anyone in this house on my account.” His lips twisted cynically. “I give you my word on that. Even if I had the inclination, the execution is no longer possible for me.”

The woman stared at him for a long moment, almost as if she was taking his measure. He was surprised to notice that her eyes behind those huge lenses were actually quite beautiful, a deep forest green with tiny flecks of gold around the iris. Odd, he hadn’t noticed a woman’s eyes in probably a century.

She suddenly stepped back, gesturing him in. “I invite you into my home.”

He gave her a brief bow, before stepping past her into a warm and homely kitchen. Curious, he glanced around for the source of the male voice. Perhaps she felt safe because she wasn’t alone.

“I honestly cannot believe you, Libby.” The voice sounded again, close, like it was in the room, but Venn couldn’t see any sign of anyone. “If we’re all killed in our sleep I swear I will never let you live it down.”

Libby gave a brief smile and gestured to an odd shape on the wall. “This is Huwie. Don’t mind him.”

“Don’t mind me? Don’t mind me! That’s gratitude for you.”

“Is that a starfish?”

Venn stared in bewilderment as one of the tiny creature’s arms flapped around, obviously in time with his distress.

She sniffed. “That is Huwie, he is my friend and my familiar and if you expect me to even consider helping you then you’ll be nice to him.”

Be nice to a talking starfish? Obviously this witch was crazier than he’d thought, but he needed to keep her on side.

“Erm, nice to meet you?”

Was he supposed to shake hands as well, and which of those arm/limb things were classed as hands? He felt the strangest urge to laugh. Again something that hadn’t ocurred to him in more years then he cared to remember.

“Take a seat,” the little witch gestured him to one of the wooden chairs at the table, “and tell me about this curse.”

 

Take care x

Wednesday WIP

Published March 23, 2016 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Hope your week’s going well. Must admit am feeling a little subdued today, such sad news from Brussels yesterday, you have to wonder what the world is coming to sometimes. Still, have to try and think that for every evil extremist out there, there are so many more good people. Just seeing the outpouring of support for Belgium shows that.

Anyway, trying to stay on a positive note, it’s Wednesday so I’m sharing an excerpt from my current WIP. This was only started a few days ago, so it’s not very far in yet but am enjoying it so far – so hope you enjoy this! Please excuse any mistakes as obviously hasn’t been edited yet.

cottageVenn stared at the little cottage with some trepidation. It was just so… cutesy. Warm red brick with a neat little garden, shadowed in the growing darkness, leaden-paned windows and a sloping roof. He wouldn’t be surprised to see deer and little bunnies frolicking through the grass. Urgh. This did not look like the home of a powerful witch. Maybe it was a kind of camouflage? Let’s face it he didn’t have a great deal of options. Everyone else had turned him away. If this witch couldn’t help he was pretty much screwed.

He glided through the night to the painted front door. There was a neat, hand-printed sign.

For enquiries, come to back door.

Great. Like a servant, or a delivery person. Gritting his teeth he made his way round to the back and knocked sharply on the door. It flung open, spilling out warm light and framing the form of a small woman. He blinked at her a moment. Short, curvy, brown, slightly frizzy hair pulled back in a messy up-do and thick glasses that gave her the look of a blinking owl. This – this was his last hope?

“Can I help you?”

Her voice was surprisingly rich and smooth. Fine, he was here now, though he wasn’t feeling optimistic.

“I hope so. You are the witch in residence here?”

Maybe she was an assistant or something? There could be someone inside who reeked of power. Her eyes narrowed as though she sensed his thoughts.

“The one and only. I am Elizabeth Garrett Morrigan. And I need a good reason to want to help a vampire.”

tumblr_n0qucd56B61sjoq1co1_500He sighed. At least she had enough power to know what he was, that was surely a start.

“My name is Venn Draconius. I was told that you can be sympathetic to those who others shun. I am badly in need of help. I am under a curse.”

Her brow furrowed. “What kind of curse?”

“Could we perhaps discuss inside?”

A male voice came from inside the house. “Libby, don’t you dare invite a vampire in here.”

Venn raised an eyebrow. “I assure you no harm will come to anyone in this house on my account.” His lips twisted cynically. “I give you my word on that. Even if I had the inclination, the execution is no longer possible for me.”

The woman stared at him for a long moment, almost as if she was taking his measure. He was surprised to notice that her eyes behind those huge lenses were actually quite beautiful, a deep forest green with tiny flecks of gold around the iris. Odd, he hadn’t noticed a woman’s eyes in probably a century.

She suddenly stepped, gesturing him in. “I invite you into my home.”

He gave her a brief bow, before stepping past her into a warm and homely kitchen. Curious, he glanced around for the source of the male voice. Perhaps she felt safe because she wasn’t alone.

“I honestly cannot believe you, Libby.” The voice sounded again, close, like it was in the room, but Venn couldn’t see any sign of anyone. “If we’re all killed in our sleep I swear I will never let you live it down.”

Libby gave a brief smile and gestured to an odd shape on the wall. “This is Huwie. Don’t mind him.”

“Don’t mind me? Don’t mind me! That’s gratitude for you.”

“Is that a starfish?”

Venn stared in bewilderment as one of the tiny creature’s arms flapped around, obviously in time with his distress.

She sniffed. “That is Huwie, he is my friend and my familiar and if you expect me to even consider helping you then you’ll be nice to him.”

Be nice to a talking starfish? Obviously this witch was crazier than he’d thought, but he needed to keep her on side.

“Erm, nice to meet you?”

Was he supposed to shake hands as well, and which of those arm/limb things were classed as hands. He felt the strangest urge to laugh. Again something that hadn’t occurred to him in more years then he cared to remember.

“Take a seat,” the little witch gestured him to one of the wooden chairs at the table, “and tell me about this curse.”

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!

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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.

Buy Links:

Smashwords

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/595957

Love Reawakend Prequel (Free Read) – Part Three

Published October 22, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

It’s creeping towards weekend, and creeping towards release day for me as well. Only a week left to go! I’m definitely getting excited, and I’m hoping to share that with the next installment of my free read prequel. If you missed the first parts you can find them here: Part One  Part Two 

Really hope you enjoy! 🙂

witch-fantasy_00408573Emma slowly came back to consciousness. Her head hurt, she definitely wasn’t in her own bed and she was now getting a weird sense of déjà vu. She cautiously opened her eyes – please don’t let there be gravestones everywhere, please! To her relief she at least seemed to be in a bedroom, though she’d been right, it wasn’t hers. The neutral walls, plain furniture and dark sheets were completely unfamiliar. Where the hell was she?

“Hello?” She managed to call out. Fuck, her throat hurt too. This was not turning into a good day.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” The low voice shot through her, and her eyes scanned the room, settling on a tall figure rising from a chair in the corner.

Okay, the day might be looking up. Her brow scrunched up as things started to come back to her.

“You were in the graveyard, you carried me… wait, I wasn’t dreaming?”

He shook his head. “Sorry, sweetheart. How are you feeling now?”

Emma ignored the question, her mind racing. Fuck, it hadn’t been a dream. Her face burned as she remembered fuzzily telling him how cute he was. Urgh, she was never going to live this down!

“I’m sorry, for erm… stuff I said. I was a little out of it.”

He grinned at her, and she couldn’t help notice how his eyes lit up, and little crinkles appeared at the corners. God, she was staring again!

“Hey, anything said under a concussion can’t be held against you.” He winked at her. “And besides, you at least had the good taste to prefer me to my brother. Otherwise you might have something to apologise for.”

Emma closed her eyes as heat seared her face. Shit, there were two people who’d seen her embarrass herself utterly.

“Emma.” His voice was soft, rolling over her name, and her eyes flew open, shooting to him. His gaze was warm. “You honestly have nothing to feel embarrassed about. I was flattered such a beautiful woman thought I was… ‘cute’ to use your words.”

She groaned again, but he made her feel a little better.

“Now, how are you feeling?”

She sat up slowly. “Not too bad. My head kinda hurts, and my ankle, but I’ll live.”

He stepped up next to the bed, his fingers were light as they probed the lump on her head, but it still made her winch.

“You have a nasty bump, and your ankle is sprained. It could have been a lot worse though.”

Emma nodded slowly. “I know. I guess it was lucky you and your brother showed up.”

For a moment anger flashed across his face. “It was damn lucky. God knows what that incompetent teacher of yours was thinking.”

“It was my own fault,” Emma sighed. “I wasn’t sure on one of the symbols and I should have checked.”

“She should have been watching you, that’s her job.” He paused. “Well, it was.”

Her brow creased in confusion. “What do you mean ‘was’. Oh God, you haven’t got her fired. I said it was my fault!”

Shit, she couldn’t be responsible for that. The other students would curse her to high heaven, not to mention poor May might not be one of her favourite teachers, but she had a family to support. Her hand was suddenly taken in a warm grasp.

“Calm down, honey, she’s not fired. She’s just not going to be teaching you necromancy anymore.”

The heat of his palm was traveling up her arm, and it was hard to concentrate on anything else. What did he mean? She was seriously not getting kicked out of the class – okay, so it might not be her strong point, but she would work harder. She was going to get this, damn it.

“Well, I want a new teacher for it then.” She told him firmly.

He grinned at her, his thumb rubbing across the back of her palm, sending tingles shooting through her. “That’s already been arranged.”

She blinked up at him. “Really? Who?”

His grin grew broader. “Me, of course.”

 

39340Garret bit back a smile as the book sailed through the air, narrowly missing his head.

“We might need to work on your aim as well,” he mildly commented.

“If I was aiming for you, then I would have damn well hit you. Not that it would have made a dent in your thick head anyway!”

Hands on her hips, she glared at him. Her face was flushed, her eyes spitting green fire. Damn, she was adorable when she was pissed. Probably not the best time to tell her that though – not with so many throwable things within reach.

“You need to calm down,” he told her. “You’re letting your emotions get the better of you. Some aspects of witchcraft you can get away with that, but necromancy requires a calm centre. There’s no place for emotion among the dead.”

“Well, I can see why you like them as much then.” She snapped at him.

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him then. She was coming along nicely, whether she realized it or not, but patience was not something the little witch seemed to have any reserves of.

“Yes, the dead are frequently preferable to the living. No talking back, no attitude problem, no throwing things.” He grinned at her. “They tend not to be quite as much fun though.”

Her brow scrunched at him, as though she was trying to decide whether he was making fun of her or not.

“I have a raising tonight. I was going to ask if you wanted to come and assist me, since you’ve been doing much better, but if you’re going to throw things…”

For a long moment she stared at him, and he could see the struggle behind her eyes. Then she sighed and the anger seemed to seep out of her. “I would really like to see it done properly.”

He grinned at her. “Great, it’s a date.”

“A what?” Her voice went up an octave.

He laughed at the shock on her face. “Don’t say I don’t know how to show a girl a good time. But in the meantime… back to work.”

“Slave-driver,” she muttered under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! I didn’t say a word.” The smile she shot him was positively angelic. Yup, he was probably in trouble here.

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Love Reawakened Prequel – Free Read Part One

Published October 15, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Cemetery in a foggy full moon nightWell, we were going to have a new release today but unfortunately, as often happens in both life and publishing, things haven’t gone quite to plan. Some issues were picked up in final checks and rather than rushing it out when things weren’t quite right, we’ve agreed to put back a few weeks to the 29th October. While, I’m obviously a little disappointed, it does mean I have a bit longer to get things planned out and I get a Halloween-week release – so have an excuse to go overboard on the spooky stuff 🙂

It did give me a bit of a dilemma on what to post here today though, as I had nothing planned apart from squeeing about my new release. So, I’ve decided since I promised you something shiny and new, then that’s what you shall get! This is the first part of a brand new, never-seen-before free read. It’s a prequel to Love Reawakened (so if you’ve read earlier versions you will hopefully recognise some of the characters), and will probably be eventually released as a free read on Amazon – but you saw it here first. Since I wasn’t planning on releasing this quite yet, you’ll have to excuse me if it’s not as well-edited as the final copy will be. Really hope you enjoy! 🙂

nightEmma cringed as the warm stickiness covered her fingers. Urgh, did blood have to be so… well, icky! A shiver ran through her as the cold of the graveyard seemed to seep into her bones. Concentrate! There were five other students stood behind her, the previous three had all managed to do this, and she wasn’t going to look like an idiot by wussing out. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the fresh scent of the grass and dirt, not the metallic smell of blood. Her fingers shook as she slowly began to trace symbols with the blood. She could do this, had done it a million times in the classroom.

A hum of power slowly began to grow, the hairs on her body rising and a soft vibration buzzing through the soles of her shoes. Her movements became more confident, the symbols automatically appearing beneath her fingers as the power rose. A sound behind her snapped her out of her trance. What the… ? She glanced around, there was nothing amiss, one of the other students had probably stood on a twig, but it had broken her concentration. Her brow furrowed as she stared down at the symbols, the rhythm suddenly lost. Was it a full circle or a spiral to complete this one? Think!

She looked back again, searching for May, their instructor. The tall woman was stood right at the back, laughing at something Teresa was saying. They didn’t look over. The rest of the students were starting to stare at her, and Emma could see scorn on their faces. This should be a simple spell, but already she could feel the power starting to fade. No! She could do this. It was a spiral, she was sure it was a spiral. Dipping her fingers back into the red stickiness she finished the symbols, stepped back and brought her hands down to close the circle. Power hummed along it and she breathed a sigh of relief. See, nothing to worry about.

The ground began boiling in front of her and it was an effort of will to stand her ground as the dirt parted and a smallish form rose up. Animals only at this stage, thank God, they weren’t to be trusted with humans. The dog-like shape looked a bit ragged but it was moving. Emma took a deep breath and prepared to chant the ritual words. Before she could even open her mouth it turned to face her, lips drawn back over snarling teeth and an unholy fury burning in its glassy eyes. Oh shit, something was seriously wrong here.

The creature crouched back onto strong hind legs, before leaping straight at her as though the circle didn’t exist. Emma screamed, the sound being echoed behind her as the other students started gasping and crying out. The creature’s weight slammed into her chest and she was flung to the ground. Pain shot through her head, and then it all went black.

 

The two men strode easily through the graveyard, keeping pace with each other with the habit of long use. Both moved silently, long strides eating up the space between the carefully kept graves.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea. You know you can’t keep something like that to yourself forever, sooner or later the council is going to find out.” Garret ran a hand over his close-cropped hair in frustration.

The other man simply smiled back at him. “I’m aware of that, little brother. However, neither will I be a test subject for them to prod and poke, subject always to their will.”

“Come on, D, I’m sure it wouldn’t be like that. They can’t force you to do anything.”

Deacan’s smile grew grim. “No, they can’t, but it’s better if they don’t realize that for a while.”

Garret snorted. “I would have thought anyone who knew you would realize that.”

“You would think.” Deacon’s tone was light. “Anyway, this discussion grows dull, what are your plans for the rest of the night?”

A laugh escaped the younger man. “I don’t know yet. Probably head out to find something to amuse me.”

“Or someone?” Deacan asked slyly.

Garret grinned, his brother knew him so well sometimes. “Hey, it passes the time. You should come along sometime, find someone yourself. God knows, you live like a goddamn monk most of the time.”

“You have no idea how I live, little brother, but I’m afraid I must decline this time. Things to do.”

As though in synch they paused at seeing the small group on the hillside. Garret’s sharp eyes picked out the details first.

“Witches who still need the training wheels on,” he snorted disdainfully.

“Come on now, you know you’ve played teacher before.” His brother gave a mock shudder. “Don’t know how you manage it myself.”

Garret shrugged. “It pays. Doesn’t mean I have to approve of witches getting in our business though. Should stick to their pretty light shows.”

A scream suddenly rang out from the group, followed by gasps and shouts. The brothers looked at each other.

“Apparently they should.” Deacan grunted, as they both ran towards the class.

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Walker Wednesday – 14/10/15

Published October 14, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

So, we’re halfway through October, Halloween is creeping up fast and The Walking Dead was back this week (squee!) so I hope you’re all getting your spook on 🙂 It’s also Wednesday, which means some more zombie facts for you. Now, we all know that there are various ways in which zombies can be ‘made’ and the focus in most modern books, films and tv shows is through a kind of mutation of the human cells, either through contracting a virus or exposure to some form of toxicity, eg radiation. While I can understand the reasoning for this – it gives it a much deeper sense of realism in today’s world, which makes the idea much scarier (hey, who knows if it could happen!) – in my own novel I’ve gone the more ‘traditional’ route and the zombie raising is done by magic, or more specifically necromancy. I hope you’ll forgive me then if I tend to stick to this side of things in my facts! Today, we’ll have a wee look at the fun art of necromancy – it’s a dying skill don’t you know (lol, and I didn’t even mean to do that pun!). Enjoy your mid-week 🙂

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Necromancy is thought to have its early roots in shamanism, which calls about spirits such as the ghosts of their ancestors. The earliest written account is in Homer’s Odyssey, where Odysseus travelled to the underworld in order to speak to the dead, with the help of spells from the sorceress Circe. Many early accounts were very descriptive as to the nature of necromanic rituals, which could include things like magic circles, wands, sacrificial animals and special chants and incantations.

Necromancy was also mentioned in the Bible, with a warning to stay away from it! Though, later Christian writers balked at the very idea that a human could raise the dead and it was instead implied that the spirits and undead bodies that were raised were actually demons, disguising themselves in the form of dead people who had previously been known to the caster. This eventually came to be known as ‘demonic magic’ by Christianity was strongly condemned by the Catholic Church in particular.

In spite of this though, many practitioners of necromancy in medieval times were actually from the clergy. It was considered to be a mix of astral magic, taken from Arabic influences, and exorcism, taken from mainly Christian and Jewish rites. It was believed three main things could be achieved with this type of necromancy; manipulating the will and mind of another person or spirit, illusions, mainly involving reanimation of the dead, and knowledge that could be gained from these spirits (or demons, depending on the beliefs of the caster).

It was claimed by some that necromancy was a third and separate branch of ceremonial magic. Not black and not white, which is an interesting view when many through the ages have considered ‘death magic’ as the ultimate in black arts.

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Tuesday Teaser – 13/10/15

Published October 13, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Hope your week is off to a good start. It’s Tuesday, which means it’s time for a wee Teaser. This is from Love Reawakened, which is hopefully realising this week (fingers crossed, I’m waiting to hear back whether the formatting is going to be done in time or whether we might need to push back a little. Shall keep you updated!) Anyway, hope you enjoy this in the meantime 🙂

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Humph! Garret snorted to himself. We would have managed just fine, thank you very much! It would have been preferable to being beholden to the irritating man. As his brother left the room, Garret sank back crabbily against the pillows.

“Why?” he muttered. “Really, you couldn’t think of anyone else?”

He opened his eyes to Emma standing over him, hands on hips and glaring.

“Oh, silly me! When you were lying on the ground unconscious and covered in blood with a life-threatening zombie bite, I should have scrolled through my address book to find someone you would approve of! Next time I’ll goddamn leave you there!”

Tears glistened in her eyes, and the guilt reared up again. Damn, he could be a real ass sometimes. He reached out for her hand, tugging lightly so she sat down on the edge of the bed, albeit with bad grace.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know you only did what you thought was right at the time. It’s just a bit of a shock seeing him again.”

Her gaze softened a little. “He does love you, you know. Why else would he drop everything to come and save your sorry ass?”

“So he could hold it over me for evermore?” he suggested glumly.

She sighed. “I’m sure that’s not the case, but either way, you’re alive. So surely it’s worth it?”

He supposed it had to be. He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand, the softness and warmth of her skin soothing him. She smiled down at him.

“Besides, if you’re talking about owing people, don’t I get anything for helping keep you alive back there?”

He grinned at her. “Nice try, honey. If I remember rightly, I got injured by your zombie, while saving your ass. So if anything, you should owe me.”

She leaned forward, a wicked glint in her eyes that sent blood pooling to certain areas.

“Is that so?” she whispered, her lips a breath away from his. “I kinda liked the idea of you owing me.”

He swallowed. “Oh yeah? And what would you want in payment?”

She closed the distance between them, crushing her lips to his, and he groaned as the world dropped away.

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Tuesday Teaser – 06/10/15

Published October 6, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Hope your week’s off to a good start. Mine’s shaping up to be a busy one already, rushing to get final edits finished, writing the prequel, starting promo and fitting it all round my regular work. It’s all go! 🙂 Since it’s Tuesday and Teaser day, I thought I would share a snippet today from the Love Reawakened prequel. I’m hoping it will be finished before the actual book releases, but as usual my characters aren’t sticking to schedule as I guess we’ll see. I’m definitely enjoying it though, so hope you do too! (you’ll have to excuse any mistakes – this hasn’t got as far as editing yet)

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“How’re you feeling?” His voice was low, gravelly, and did funny things to her stomach.

“My head hurts,” she whimpered.

“I know, sweetheart, you took a bit of a bump. Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable and we can get it looked at.”

Sweetheart? Mmmm, for someone who very rarely dreamed her subconscious was really on form here. If it would just get rid of the throbbing pain in her head then this might really be getting good.

“Can you stand?” He was asking, and she tried to get to her feet, only to realize her ankle didn’t want to behave either. A cry of pain escaped her when she tried to put weight on it, and she ended up almost falling on top of him.

“Easy, honey,” he told her with another grin. “We have only just met.”

“I don’t think I can walk,” she whimpered, and then let out a cry of shock when he swung her up into his arms.

“Come on then, never let it be said I don’t help damsels in distress.” His eyes twinkled down at her.

“Not a damsel,” Emma muttered. “Am a witch.”

He laughed. “I know that, no reason you can’t be both.” His gaze suddenly shifted past her and his tone went brisk. “All sorted, D?”

“Yup, he’s back in the ground. And, I see you have things well in hand here.” There was a hint of amusement in that voice and Emma managed to twist around slightly to see another man grinning down at them. Wow, he was hot as well, her dream imagination was on form tonight!

“Hey, I’m just helping out,” the man holding her groused, and he set off moving, the second man keeping pace with them.

Emma looked up at her rescuer. Her head was really feeling fuzzy but he was just gorgeous, dark hair, close-cropped to his head, deep brown eyes that held a hint of mischief, couple of days stubble as though he hadn’t been bothered shaving. She slowly reached up a hand, tracing her fingers over the dark shadow on his jaw. He paused, looking down at her.

“You are really cute,” she told him.

A startled laugh escaped him, and she could feel the deep chest she was held against rumbling.

She heard the second man laughing as well. “Better hurry up, Garret. The poor girl obviously has a concussion.”

“Shut up, D. She might just have good taste.”

Emma frowned at him. “Yup, have good taste. That’s why this is a good dream.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not dreaming. You banged your head, do you remember?”

She frowned again. “Dreaming.” She gestured to the other man. “He’s cute too, but not as cute as you.”

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Monday Catch Up – and Cover Reveal!

Published October 5, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

Well, sadly it’s Monday again (they do seem to keep coming round!) Hopefully this is going to be a fun week though. It’s my birthday on Friday, so I’m planning a special giveaway – but more on that at the end of the week 🙂 This week has been a busy one, with only two weeks until the release of Love Reawakened it’s all go with final edits and starting on promo. There’s going to be a release day Facebook party, with lots of fun, giveaways and special guest authors, so I’d love for you to come and join us:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1500862333570037/

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I’m also finally allowed to show you my shiny new cover for it. What do you think? It’s always a little nerve-wracking to work with a new cover artist, but I think she’s really captured how I saw Emma.

With everything the writing has slowed down a little, but have still managed to squeeze a bit in, and the prequel is coming along nicely. I’m really excited to share it with you soon.

Hope your week is off to a good start.

Take care x

My Sexy Saturday – 03/10/15

Published October 3, 2015 by shellirosewarne

Hi all,

It’s finally weekend – and I’m happy to be starting it off by joining in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop. Since I’m getting quite excited about Love Reawakened releasing on the 15th, it’s probably not a surprise that this week’s excerpt comes from that. The theme this week was ‘dates’ – but since my poor hero and heroine are a little too tied up with chasing down an escaped zombie to actually fit an official date in there, I thought I would share the first time they meet up again. Hope you enjoy!

e357bcbdf3612bebf7cd279e7f997beaGarret sank into the battered armchair and brought the glass of scotch to his lips. Taking a long draught, he sighed in exhaustion. It had been a long night. Some days, he thought he was just getting too old for this. There seemed to be more aches and pains every night, and long gone was the slim sense of satisfaction he used to get. He rubbed a hand wearily over his face, frowning at the two-day-old stubble, and downed some more of the scotch. Stop being such a pussy! It was a job. That was all, and tonight, had just been a tough one.

At first, he barely registered the knock at the door, his senses dulled by alcohol and pure exhaustion. Then it came again louder, and he frowned, glancing at his watch—four a.m. Who on earth would be knocking on his door at this hour? Well, whoever they were, they were going to get a mouthful. He didn’t take jobs at home and everyone should damn well know that. He flung open the door with a sharp retort already forming on his lips, only to stand there in stunned silence, his jaw nearly on the floor when he saw who stood there.

“Emma?” he managed in astonishment.

She gave him a small smile. “Garret, it’s been a long time.”

He gaped at her. Emma Strachan was the last person he expected to see. His gaze swept over her, searching for any changes the last several years might have wrought. Small and slight, she barely came up to his shoulder. That, along with delicate features, meant people always underestimated her. He tried not to smile; they rarely did it twice. She had a quick temper and a wicked tongue. In more ways than one. The thought popped into his head, and he quickly squashed it down. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back from her face and plaited down her back, and she wore combats, thick boots, and a light cardigan. If he wasn’t mistaken, with dried blood on it and across her hands.

For a second, his stomach dropped, but she seemed unhurt, and then again, blood wasn’t that uncommon in her profession. One of the things they had in common, at least. He forced himself to meet the deep green of her eyes. She was scared, he realized with a shock, and it took quite a bit to scare Emma.

“What the hell have you got yourself into?”

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If you like the sounds of it, then I’d love you to come and join in the Facebook release day party here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1500862333570037/

Or I’ll be sharing my shiny new cover here on Monday! (Exciting).

Don’t forget to check out the other great authors on the blog hop here:

http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.co.uk/

Have a fab weekend x