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Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Featured Author Dariel Raye

Destiny’s Favor (Orlosian Warriors Bk. 2)
Destiny’s Favor synopsis
His world shifted the moment she was born. Now, nothing can stop him from making her his.

Imagine meeting a man who looks like an angel, wings and all? What would you do if this man told you he existed with only one purpose – to claim you and only you?

Destiny Carter is a feisty, take charge, Rubinesque beauty with a tough façade, who finds herself in that age old quandary, “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” A string of lackluster relationships leave her hopeless and ready to settle…Until she meets Japheth, the man her fiancé claims is his best friend! Japheth’s arrival is heralded by an attack on Destiny’s life, and instinctively, she knows this is just the beginning.

Born more than 200 years ago, Japheth looks like an angel but he’s far from it. In his world, the ratio of men to women is 500 to 1, and although he’s a superior being, he’s willing to break the most sacred law of his brothers, even drink human blood, to have one meant for him alone.
When he meets Destiny, he knows she’s the one he’s been searching for. To claim her, he will have to betray a friend, risk his life, and hardest of all, humble himself enough to win her love.

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Calm Assurance (Orlosian Warriors Bk. 1)
Calm Assurance synopsis
Two hearts, two different worlds, uncompromising love.

A straight-laced Nephilim-descendant and a human trouble-magnet?

When Asriel - Orlosian Warrior, descendant of Nephilim, law enforcer – is sent to guard Malina, a human with a penchant for drawing trouble like a tornado, she becomes his obsession.

With no hope of finding love in his dimension, he breaks the cardinal rule, leaving his home to protect her, but she has also drawn the attention of his enemies, and he is forced to face demons from his past. If Asriel chooses to stay with Malina, not only does he risk forfeiting his right to ever return to his dimension, but he will need her blood to survive.

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Dariel Raye
Dariel is an animal lover who writes IR/MC (interracial/multi-cultural) paranormal and dark urban fantasy romance. She is presently writing a shifter series, “Dark Sentinels,” a reluctant hell-dweller series, “Kushiel’s Keep,” two Nephilim series with vampire-like heroes, “Orlosian Warriors” and “Cain’s Progeny,” “Lifegivers,” a paranormal romance series with a variety of beings, a crossover paranormal thriller shifter trilogy with romantic elements, “Gateway,” and an erotic fantasy newsletter serial. To learn more about Dariel and her books, visit her blogjoin her newsletter, and follow her on Amazon.

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Monday, May 09, 2016

A Little Something I'm Working on #amwritingfantasy

This story started out as a stand alone. Then I made the mistake of mentioning it to an author friend who said, "Friends don't let friends write stand alones." lol Thus Lost God became Lost Gods and the first book of 3 is Ze's story. Here's the first chapter and part of 2 and NOTE it has NOT been edited. I hope to have the work finished by the end of the month then on to my betas and critique partners then finally to my editors.

Ze- Lost Gods
by LaVerne Thompson

Copyrighted 2016


“He can never remember.” The collective entity making up the Fates warned Kratos.
He never raised his head to look at the four identical beautiful beings, shrouded in shimming white cloth from head to toe, with the planes of their faces barely visible, even then their features were ever changing. Seemingly to represent all the peoples of the world. At times all four appeared feminine, but others he was not so sure all were female. It mattered not. “Tell me nothing of what can or can not come to pass. Would that I could have that gift or curse to forget. Forget we no longer have the powers we once did. Have been all but forgotten.”
“It is as the world should be Kratos. You know this. Humans must make their own decisions, be the makers of their own will. Not that of the gods. No matter how powerful.”
He scoffed. “Yes. The gods.” He placed his hand in the water swirling it and dispersing the image they’d been looking upon. At one who in another age, other times had been the most powerful amongst them. Reason enough for the Fates to condemn Zeus. The Father of them all and a god he himself had killed, his body dispersed down to dust, carried off unto the four winds and mixed amongst all matter. Yet, never completely destroyed, pieces of him being reborn over the ages. God no more, each time just a man.
A fate worse than death for one such as he. Unfortunately, for them all, Zeus’ destruction had created a chain of events opening the world to chaos, the fall of Olympus and everything they had once known. The Fates had no choice but to take control and punish them all. Perhaps their plan all along and the excuse they needed. There could be none more powerful than they. Still Zeus must be called forth once more.
Kratos, pulled the black hood over his even darker locks, walked out of the obsidian hall into the crumbled ruins of what had once been Olympus, home of the gods. Even with his eyes open he could still see the opulence of the buildings as they once stood. The gleaming golden doors twelve feet tall, the music that lulled and pleased ones senses filling the halls. Gone. All of it. And he no longer had the power to change any of it.
He would wish the Fates to a mortal hell, but they’d already placed him there and there was no release for his soul. His body melded into the dark matter making up the night, and he returned to the nothingness he was.
The four who remained behind continued to watch the water in the pond as it settled. Returning to its calm state and the vision came once more.
“He can not remember, everything.” The husky whisper came from the center form.
“No. That would not bode well for what he must yet do,” the tallest of the four stated.
“As the son destroyed the father so to must the father destroy the son,” one whispered.
“For all the powers the All Father had he too came to his inevitable end. Death comes for all, even a god,” the final sister pronounced shaking her head.
“All the gods are dead. Long live the gods.” The cry came in unison vibrating with the power of the Fates.

“Hey Ze, you ready, man?”
Eyes the color of a summer storm zeroed in on the tall man standing at the door. “Sorry, Linc.” Ze shut his laptop, pushing his chair away from his desk, he stood. All six five of him, situated on a solidly built frame.
“Is that the Chinese?”
“Yeah.” Linc, his president of operations and right arm, refereed to the latest deal his company, Lightning Enterprises was working on.
Linc would be shocked if he knew not only had Ze not been working on any last minute tweaking of their deal but he hadn’t been working on anything related to business legit or otherwise. Since at times they straddled the gray. Instead, Ze’d been dreaming.
He wanted to rub his throbbing temples, but he’d show weakness in front of no one, not even his oldest and most trusted friend. The visions no longer came to him at night, when his eyes were closed and his defenses down. In the last month he’d been wide awake, eyes wide open, yet still dreaming. He didn’t know what else to call it, no matter how real they seemed, it couldn’t be, but shit had to stop. Too much was at stake.
Linc frowned. “What’s wrong?”
He almost smiled, his friend knew him too well. They’d spent a lot of time in hell together. Linc was the only one who knew he’d been to see a doctor but even Linc didn’t know why.
At first he’d gone to his doctor for sleeping pills, fuck lot of good that shit did. Only took him under deeper to some seriously fucked up shit. Where he’d turn into a big ass white eagle, at least he thought it was an eagle who knew they could be white. But that was not the only thing he could do in these visions, he could also call lightning down from the sky in the form of a thunderbolt. Which he’d hold in his hand and toss at an army of beasts, misshapen dinosaur looking creatures in front of him. All stuff he could never tell anyone. They’d either lock his ass up or someone would put him out of his misery with a bullet to the head. Show no weakness. That mantra kept him alive these 34 years.
He rubbed his hand across his face, lingering a little at his small dark brown goatee. It matched the color of his short cropped hair. The darkness of his hair in sharp contrast to the color of his eyes something women loved. Friends and enemies just called him a silver eyed son of a bitch. Once he fucked a women though they called him a god, the men just call him bastard. He grinned banishing his headache.
The sharpness in Linc’s voice told him of his concern. He grinned even more. Damn straight with a name like Zeus he better have no weakness. His adopted mother loved Greek mythology and thought his gray eyes reminded her of lightning storms. “I’m fine. No worries.”
“So?” Linc prompted. Don’t leave me hanging. You have to leave now but we can walk and talk.”
Ze shook his head. “Nothing to talk about. I’ll be flying out soon and in twenty-four hours this deal will be locked and we’ll have in roads into a billion strong market. The money we sank into the Asian lobbying firms worked.”
“For a fucking change it will be our products in the Chinese market and not the other way around.” Not that they always conducted business within the red tape, this time it was the only way to go since it also meant dealing with the Triad. He did whatever was necessary for the country or products he dealt with.
“I hear that. The planes all ready, the pilot’s on board.”
“Good.” Most of the time Ze preferred to drive himself, but since he was heading for the airport and planned to be gone for about a month. Two weeks in China and Hong Kong, then another couple of weeks in their office in London, he let Linc take him to go over anything last minute.
“Oh, I almost forgot you’ve got a passenger.”
“Remember, we signed up as part of the Angels In The Air Program, if we’re flying anywhere in the world where someone needs to go for medical care we agree to give them a free ride.”
“Yeah, right,” Ze nodded. “Brilliant move on my part. It was part of the deal that got us those medical contracts.” Along with the very timely death of their chief competitor. Something that Ze had nothing to do with, this time. “Okay. I hope it’s not a sick kid flying by themselves, shouldn’t at least one parent be with them?”
Linc shook his head. “Yes, all minors are required to travel with a parent or adult guardian.” He pulled out his phone and must have checked the information he had on the passenger. “In this case it’s an adult. Kassia Jamison. She’s twenty-eight and terminal. There’s a doctor in China who’s had good results with a radical treatment the US and other countries haven’t approved yet.”
“Figures. All right.”
“So try to be charming.”
Ze snorted. “Like hell. I’m going to be busy going over my notes. I’m assuming she’ll be settled in the front of the plane and leave me alone in the rear to work.” He’d had the plane outfitted so that the rear was almost like an office. Everything he’d need to work. And if he needed to take a nap on the flight there were eight seats that unfolded into beds to choose from. Four toward the front near the cock pit there was also a kitchen and bathroom there, the flight attendant sat up there. Then four seats in the center, then a bedroom and office area in the rear, with its own bathroom.
Once he was on board he planned to say the obligatory, hello, to his passenger  move to the back and get in a few hours of work, then sleep for a couple before they landed. He had his pills with him and hoped this time around when he closed his eyes sleep would claim him for a few. In the last month, he had a collective total of maybe a hundred hours, but he did manage to get a lot of work done and things finalized for this deal with the Chinese government. However, those sleepless nights were starting to show.
At six five and two hundred pounds of muscle even his frame was beginning to show signs of fatigue. Those lines at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth weren’t from stress but lack of sleep. He rubbed his hand over his face and glanced at the airport terminal coming into view.


Ze and Linc took care of some last minute details then shook hands. He took the few steps needed to get him to the plane and climbed up. The captain and second pilot who also acted as steward were there to greet him as soon as he stepped on board.
“Morning, sir, welcome aboard,” Dick Peterson his captain said.
“Thank you. Good to see you Dick, hi Pilar how’s the family?” He’d flown with both many times over the last two years since he’d bought the jet.
“Doing great, sir. Thanks for asking. Our passenger is on board. After you get settled is there anything you’d like me to bring you.”
“I’m good for now, but maybe some of those sweet crescents in about an hour.”
They both nodded. “Well I’ll let the tower know we’re ready,” Peterson said and moved back to the controls.
Moving past them Ze spied someone sitting toward the middle of the plane in one of the window seats, the passenger no doubt. He sighed inwardly, he hoped she didn’t expect him to keep her company during the flight. He hated social chit chat, even when he had to do it for business. He was just about to offer a quick hello and let her know if she needed anything just ask Pilar.
His words wouldn’t come out. The woman was leaning forward, a mop of short curly hair adorned her head, her face turned toward the wing of the plane so away from him. His first thought was pleasure, at least she wasn’t bald and he liked the short curls the way they caught the early rays of the sun tinting it red, gold, and brown. He wondered if they’d be soft to the touch. What the fuck?
Just as he drew in breath she turned, for some reason he forgot to let the air out of his lungs. He didn’t know if he blinked or not but suddenly the plane, even the woman in front of him disappeared and he stood before a lake. No longer did he hear the soft hum of classical music piped through the sound system, in fact he was no longer even on the plane.

The sun was just setting, casting its shadowy fire to dance upon rippling waves. He stood at the edge of a lake, he’d been there before yet how could he? He stared hard as the ripples it looked like real flames blazing across the surface then the flames slowed, dying down, revealing for him the reflection of a woman. He spun around thinking she stood behind him, but he must have blinked because he was back on the plane. Staring at the features of the woman whose reflection was that of the woman in the water, but this one was of flesh and bone. What the fuck?

Copyrighted 2016 LaVerne Thompson

Monday, April 04, 2016

White Wedding Spotlight

The creation of the Guardian Agents started with White Wedding.

Most authors are asked how did you come up with that idea? Or why did you do that? So I thought I’d talk about what started me down the path of the Guardian Agency Novel. First of all it really was just supposed to be one book, Ross and Shanna’s story but it wasn’t long before I realized I had 3 different stories to tell starting with White Wedding.

The first thing readers should know is that as crazy as some of the things happening in White Wedding seems, a lot of it actually happened or close enough. I of course took certain liberties hehehehehe.

The title White Wedding was a nod to the Billy Idol song as well as crazy frazzled brides. How many times have you watched a show where the bride has cold feet and at the first opportunity bolts from the church just before she says her I dos? Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride climbs out a window to get away from her groom, at least Shanna ran through the front doors of the church to get away after her groom after he was discovered kissing his best man. She didn’t even stop to give him a slap, her mom did it for her. Lol

I had her run off to the island of Margarita, a real place, it’s actually part of Venezuela. I was looking for some place exotic that wasn’t Jamaica or the Bahamas. I spent a week in Margarita, days after a military coup, fodder for another story. Anyway, I loved the place and that was my setting for Shanna and Ross’s vacation fling.

Once Shanna got back to town shit hit the fan with hang up phone calls. How many of you have gotten hang up phone calls? At the time I was getting these hang up calls and the caller ID would flash ‘number blocked’ or ‘out of area’ so of course I used it in my story. It was a telemarketer whose automated program had been stuck. Sometimes I’d answer and there was a recording other times it was just static and beeping. The phone company hadn’t been much help, I managed to write that into my story. I had also had a friend with a crazy ex who would call her and hang up just to irate her. I use inspiration wherever I find it. Lol

I created the dichotomy of a threesome in the story because I read a couple of books in the genre at the time and knew someone going through it. She accepted that type of relationship, and today talks about it quite openly but that’s her story to tell. Anyway, in White Wedding Shanna was having nothing to do with it, my story was about Shanna and Ross their relationship. I decided to make her ex-fiancé have issues, he wasn’t so much a really bad guy just desperate and lacking in judgment when it came to Shanna. And the character Ben, just plain exercised poor judgment, not to mention jealousy over Shanna, since Kevin really did love her.

As far as the crazy scene at the end, lol, ever been in an earthquake? Lol I have more than once. I knew I wanted to add an earthquake scene, how chaotic it can be, which is why I set it in LA. I used to live there. The funny thing is since I first wrote White Wedding I could have set it in Washington, DC. I happened to be in DC when there was an earthquake. I was on the 8th floor of an apartment building the building began to shake as I stood in horror staring out the window watching as bricks fell off the side of a building. Fodder perhaps for yet another story. Hmmm.

So there you have it. The background for some of the more pivotal scenes in White Wedding. After that Something Blue about a singer with a stalker was a piece of cake. Lol I wanted the heroine, River to have a long standing connection to both the stalker and her hero, Noah, to make it slightly different from other singer bodyguard storylines. In Wine & Roses I wanted to show that sometimes what you see is not always what you see with Eboni and Simon’s story.


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Tuesday, March 01, 2016

The Prison Guard's Son


The idea for this story began with a random casual conversation with someone who had once been a prison guard. And me being me totally ran away with that thought and an idea was born. What if a male guard fell in love with a female prisoner and as a result they have a child? All the while she's incarcerated. But again me being me I didn't want to focus on the obvious consequences of their actions but I wanted my story to focus on the child and how events that happened before his birth affects him later in life. And so The Prison Guard's Son was born.

I hope you enjoy the story of Pike & Eryn.

“Now Sol. She’s an adult. There’s no harm in mixing, business with pleasure as long as both
parties can separate the two and understand it’s for our mutual benefit.” I know I’d done it before and planned on doing it again. Soon.
“Not when this one can come back and bite you in the ass. Not kidding Pike. She comes from an influential family. If they ever decide to go against you in court, pretty much on anything, you would lose.”
“Noted. Now, stop worrying. I promise, if anything happens between us I’ll make sure she understands it has nothing to do with business.” It was true. I keep my business separate from my personal, because I never allow any woman I ever sleep with to get personal. Other than the physical. That only last one night. I want no expectations and let any woman I sleep with know that from the first.
If they couldn’t deal then it didn’t happen. And yeah, so what if I’ve slept with most any woman that attracts me and some that I’ve worked with in the past? It was never more than once. I always tell them, if they can’t handle it let me know up front and it won’t happen. Only once did I ever have to replace my publicist because she didn’t believe my one night rule. Then again, it was not even for one night. I never spent the night with a woman. Ever. I preferred waking up alone.

Women got ideas when they fall asleep with you wrapped around them, or they you. So no…not going there. Not giving them that impression at all. Still, I instinctively knew, Eryn would take some work. Yet, in the end, I would get what I want. I always did. And from the moment she stared at me…I wanted her.
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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Featured Guest Post- Consenting Hearts Muffy Wilson

Consenting Hearts
Muffy Wilson

Just as we cannot live without dreams, we cannot live without love. Love is not found, for love is truly blind. Lovers do not meet for they dwell inside of one another until the moment a whisper ignites the heart and a kiss touches the soul. And we call that the beginning...of life with love.

So on Valentine's Day, what better way to lay tribute to love and lovers than with a love story that just happens
not on purpose, not by design, not by any other intention than to live life and love without boundaries? To fly limitless into the arms of someone who completes your soul gives one wings.

Nothing can stop the power of love between a man and a woman.

This is a story about a professional woman, unlucky in love and tired of all things testosterone, who is erotically tempted by a female piano bar player and torch singer. Her intended tryst is derailed when she meets a Navy Seal in the lounge enjoying the sweet temptations of a Southern Comfort Manhattan. 

How does the night unfold for the strangers above the jeweled colored sparkling lights strewn like a bed in the valley below? Perhaps a twosome or maybe a threesome. Or...

Perhaps forever is only for a night.

She told him what she had done to herself in the ladies’ room, the slight smell of vodka and lemons on her breath escaping from full, ruby lips as he watched them move with each word and syllable. He was getting hard again; she could see the bulge in his pants. She described in detail exactly what she had done, how she felt and how it had made her feel when she emerged from the ladies’ room: strong, powerful, in control—hot. She leaned in closer and whispered into his ear.
“I am so tempted to guide your hand up to the wet desire you caused between my thighs.”
His bulge was quite obviously rock hard, as he no doubt remembered when she’d returned from the ladies’ room but in earnest at her seductive suggestion…
“I would be less than an officer and a gentleman if I didn’t oblige. I must confess,” Dylan said, “I thought I smelled the fragrance of sex on you, and you made me hard as steel—Navy steel hard…Jesus, Sailie…” Ordinarily, a comment like that would have brought some chuckles but the two of them were dead serious, staring into one another’s hungry eyes.

 “Last call for alcohol. You don’t hafta go home; you just gotta go. You can’t stay here,” the bartender hollered interrupting their locked gaze.
People started to shuffle around them gathering their things, collecting their coats and umbrellas, leaving. Sailie and Dylan had just gotten fresh drinks, so they had a few minutes to whisper and touch before they would have to join the others and leave. Shortly, the bartender started turning on lights and flashing them dim to high. That was the universal message that before too long, they would stay on. Sailie and Dylan were unconcerned. They had nothing but one another in their shared look. And Sailie thought of the torch singer.
The piano player stood, looked at Sailie and blew out the candle on her piano. In the flicker of the burning light, Sailie saw the invitation.
Dylan broke his gaze, stood and took Sailie’s elbow. “We’d better leave before they have us arrested,” he said. And they smiled, knowingly, at one another. Sailie was hoping there would be better reasons ahead to get them both arrested.
“Wait. Do you mind if I give my friend, Meesa, a ride home?”
“Meesa?” Disappointment hung on his voice.
“The piano player.”
“Oh…no, of course not. But, I have a small car.”
“No problem. I mean, would you like to have a nightcap at my house? I’ll ride with you and Meesa can bring my car when she is finished here. She doesn’t have one. You don’t mind, do you?” What could he say sporting that hard-on?
“No, I mean yes! I would love to come have a drink at your house and no, I don’t mind if she brings your car. I didn’t realize you were friends.”
“Well, yes, we’ve been friends for a little while. I’ll explain later. Let me give her the keys.”
As they rose to go, Sailie broke away from the man who had held her attention the entire night to the woman that held it now. She bent to the young woman’s ear as she slipped a twenty into the bountiful brandy snifter and inhaled the lavender fragrance she remembered so swell. Her aroma sent an electric bolt to the moist center of Sailie’s desire.
“Come to my house when you are finished, won’t you?”
“Yes, of course, I will. I’ve been watching you all night, both of you, but then you knew that,” the long-legged blond with the soft fingertips answered matter-of-factly.
“Here are my keys. We’ll have a drink. You will come, promise? Do you remember how to get there?”
“Of course, I said I will, Sailie. I’ll be here awhile cleaning up, but I should be there in about an hour. And yes, I remember how to get there. It hasn’t been that long—just last night.”
“You don’t mind him, too, do you?”
“Mind? Oh, lord Sailie, no. Are you fucking kidding? He’s gorgeous. And you look absolutely radiant. Is that an iridescent blush on your cheeks? You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, sugar. No, it’s not blush but excitement and a little bit of cum. See ya at my house.”
Sailie kissed her ear, the twenty safely tucked in the snifter, sucked her earlobe into her mouth with a little flick of her tongue and turned to the man that had her mojo melting.
“Come on, Dylan. Are you ready to go? I’ll ride with you to my house.”
“Ah, sure, Sailie. You, ah…you, ah, you kissed her…?”
“Yes,” Sailie turned and wiggled a wave to Meesa. “We’re close.”
“Oh, well, then…”

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Muffy, author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books, writing and education.

Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy dabbles in real estate, writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt. 
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