Thursday, September 27, 2012

Booked for the Weekend! 99c Reads

This Australian long weekend I'm taking part in a fabulous book promotion. Eight Australian authors coming together to share one of their books (or more) for the one off price of 99c

I've linked each book with their Amazon buy link - click on  title in caption below each cover to read excerpts at Amazon. Some of these titles are also available at other sellers. HAPPY READING!!

The Ring of Lost Souls

Producing Real

Not Like My Mother

Operation Swift Mercy

Identity Shift
Time Thief
Mr. Right and Other Mongrels

Emeline and the Mutants

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Introducing Mel Teshco

It's my turn to talk a little about myself and my new book, Beneath the Light of the Silver Moon, that is released with Pan Macmillan's, Momentum (Nov 1). You can find me over at the Hot Down Under blog, where the fourteen of us to be released this year and early next year, are featured and taking in turns doing a bit of an introduction as well as a question and answer.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Pre-Order available for BTLOASM!!!

No, BTLOASM is not some kind of new fangled medical procedure, it's my (long-titled) contemporary erotic short, now available for pre-order through Momentum - for 1.04 at Amazon. A very affordable read! Hopefully it will be available for pre-order soon at other sites too!

And don't forget Momentum's other Hot Down Under short stories, there's some brilliant reads there. A very cool way to wile away a few hours =)

Kristen Treymore isn't living anymore – she's existing.

Trapped in marriage to Jack, an alcoholic who uses his fists to communicate, Kristen has given up her freedom in an attempt to protect his daughter.

When Conrad Doyle, childhood friend and the man whose heart she unwittingly broke, shows up on Kristen's doorstep and offers her a lifeline, she can't refuse.

What she never dreams possible is how much she still wants him—but is that enough to keep them together when terror still beats deep in her heart?


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Practical Gifts for the Apocalypse?

Okay, so we all want to survive an impending apocalypse, right? So what practical gifts can one give a girl (or guy) to help them do so? And I'm not talking Hummers and Rocket Launchers and other assorted expensive paraphanalia, we're keeping it real here (and affordable aka cheap!)

So come over to the Romance Writers of the Apocalypse with me and see what suggestions I have - you'll be blown away by my cleverness *wink*

Sunday, September 16, 2012


So I'm reworking my last chapter (which may well turn out to be my 2nd last chapter) of my short novel, Galactic Flame (previously titled Galactic Storm), which is book 3 in my Alien Hunger series.

Edits for Beneath the Light of a Silver Moon are all done and sent back(yay!!) - I really enjoyed putting the final touches on my contemporary short story. (yes, not paranormal this once...) 

I also got a little sidetracked by another story I had started, Nightmix, (originally titled Larakyte) which is now handed into my Ellora's Cave editor and waiting approval (I hope!) Though it's a shape-shifting story it's a little different to anything else I've done in that it has a dystopian feel to it. Loved this story =)

On the 'to be written front' I hope to finish Dimensional this year - that's my biggest goal before the year is out. It should be around 80-90k and aimed at the single title market. If I get time I might squeeze in another short story for Momentum's Hot Down Under (assuming the line takes off - of course it will!!) and/or get Shadow Hunter into publishable form =)

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Cover Reveal: Beneath the Light of a Silver Moon

So pleased with my cover for Momentum's Hot Down Under line, it perfectly portrays my heroine and the story itself (released November). There are thirteen authors all up, come visit us at the Hot Down Under blog.

Here is the revised blurb for Beneath the Light of a Silver Moon:

Kristen Treymore isn't living anymore – she's existing.

Trapped in marriage to Jack, an alcoholic who uses his fists to communicate, Kristen has given up her freedom in an attempt to protect his daughter.

When Conrad Doyle, childhood friend and the man whose heart she unwittingly broke, shows up on Kristen's doorstep and offers her a lifeline, she can't refuse.

What she never dreams possible is how much she still wants him—but is that enough to keep them together when terror still beats deep in her heart?

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Gateway to Hell: blurb & excerpt

Congrats to Eleni Konstantine, she's just released yet another cool story - available through Musa Publishing

Zeta will protect the one she loves, even if it means living in Hell.
Mastering a unique power was much safer for Zeta Kosmos with a mentor to help her along. Now that he’s disappeared, Zeta must continue alone with her calling—closing Gateways to Hell.
Daniel Richards is in the family business—Warding supernatural evil from causing havoc on humans. As such, he’s only interested in the safety of one-night stands. Until Zeta. This bad boy now wants a long, lasting relationship.
But Zeta can’t let go of her past, nor can she ignore the secret demonic threats against Daniel’s life. She’d rather fight demonic spawn and be dragged into Hell than allow anything happen to him. Can Daniel convince her to stay? Will she have to pay the ultimate price?


Suddenly, the air in the warehouse lit up like a Christmas tree before being sucked into a hole of darkness, taking with it the blue swirls. It was like it crumpled in on itself.
Then, it was dark. Daniel blinked, adjusting his eyes. The day had come and gone, but they hadn’t noticed, what with the illumination from the gateway and Zeta.
Daniel glanced at his father, and as one they rushed through the door, towards her.
“Zeta?” He touched her shoulder as he crouched next to her.
Nothing. No response. Her eyes were now closed. No light shone from them or from her. Her hair now appeared limp and lifeless, her skin pale without the rosy patches he had noticed earlier.
His heart slammed into his chest. God, don’t let her be dead.
As if reading his thoughts, Mike felt for her pulse. He nodded. “Slow, but steady.”
Daniel let out a gush of air in relief. He reached out and touched her check with the back of his hand. Her skin was silky smooth and soft but cold. She looked fragile, but she had just got rid of six Zell Demons, almost single-handedly. She was bound to be wiped out.
She had proved to him she was a warrior, all right.
“We should get her back to base,” his dad said.
Daniel nodded and handed his weapons over. They didn’t say a word as Daniel lifted Zeta into his arms. She felt light, and he knew from her self-mocking earlier, she wasn’t. Right now, it was almost like she floated to him.
Could it be an aspect of the gateway? Some residual energy?
He carried her to the truck, gently placing her in the back seat, covering her with a blanket, before jumping in next to her. His dad would drive. There was no way he would be able to concentrate.
No way he could leave her alone. She’d done more than her part. It was time someone looked after her, and he had a feeling that usually didn’t happen. How did she come to be alone with no one to watch her back? The thought irked him and he wondered why. He knew of Warders that liked to work on their own.
Was it because she was a woman? No, female Warders, like his cousin, could hold their own. Was it because it was Zeta?
Daniel pushed the thoughts away as he pulled Zeta against him, making her as comfortable as he could for the half hour drive back to their base. Somehow he doubted she would recover in that time.
Dread ran over him. Would she recover at all?

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Worst Love Scene Ever (Adults Only)

Free image from Public Doman ClipArt
A little while back a good writing friend of mine, Tracey O'hara (aka Tracie Sommers) did an erotic workshop. I offered to do a 'how not to' write a love scene for her class, to help show how off putting a sex scene can be if written badly.

Here, in all it's badness, is that scene...

Misty Slag stepped into the elevator a second before its doors slid shut, enclosing her and superstar rocker, Don Ron Lovie, in their own tiny metal and darkly tinted glass world.

He looked at her with wasted, approving green orbs, the whites clearly bright red. “You wanna fuck?” he slurred drunkenly.

She gave him her most seductive stare from her blue peepers, pushing out her bosoms in her white blouse with intricate lace netting as she did so. “You got me, big boy.” She lifted her micro mini, which she’d spent half her Hungry Jack’s pay cheque on. She grimaced prettily. She might need to ask for more than ten hours a week.

She had nothing underneath her micro mini and her love box had been waxed bare, showing off the lush pink petals of her nether lips. That’s where the other half of her pay had gone. “I’m known around these parts as the pub bike.” As he leered at her, she added breathlessly, “And I’m prepared to give you the ride of your life.”

He jabbed the emergency stop button and the elevator juddered to a stop. He hooked a long, double-joined thumb with a chewed nail at the camera. “Let’s give security a show.”

They stripped in seconds and she thrust her hard mounds against his downy torso, one of her hands grasping his turgid, throbbing love tool and giving it an expert rub. Ten inches of stallion meat quivered and trembled willingly in her digits, a smear of love juice quickly coating the palm of her soft, pale hand. “I want your famous penis inside my vagina,” she croaked brazenly.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said arrogantly, as was the way with many rock stars of renown.

The next minute they were on the floor. First he was on top, pushing and thrusting his long member into her slippery, wet love passage, and then she was on top, riding him, her globes with her tawny-pink shell nipples bouncing up and down like peaches jumping about in a box trailer.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned grittily, “I’m going to come.”

She could feel his hot semen spurt inside her, filling her channel. Then she came too. “Ooooooh.”

She collapsed on him, breathing hard, panting. “That was the best fuck ever,” she admitted unwillingly.

He chuckled loudly, and she wondered what his breath smelled like. “Another notch on my bedpost, lovey. Now get off me, it’s my bed time and I’m tired.”



Monday, September 3, 2012

Hot Down Under

Come and check out our new Hot Down Under blog where the 13 authors for Momentum's new Hot Down Under line has kicked off with short intros. First cab off the rank is Rhian Cahill =)

While you're there check out the blurbs (unedited) for some of the books, there's some fantastic short reads coming your way! =)

Dahlia, Dragons of Riddich

For those of you waiting on book 4 - Dahlia, the wait is almost over!! I'm finishing off the last few chapters - and hoping to get t...