Demons

 

 

He came to a halt, his body suddenly taut, his mind in shock as he stared at the tiny woman laid on a metal framed bed. Her hair was dark, long and tangled, some of it laid across her face as she stared unseeing at the ceiling. Her hands were tied to the bed by leather cuffs attached to a cable running underneath the metal frame, her legs attached very much the same way. She was thin, so utterly thin that Rhand could probably play chopsticks on her ribs.

But it was her expression–one of agony that pulled at something deep inside him. Her eyes, such a vivid green, were wet with silent tears that flowed into her hairline, and her lips were so cracked, she reminded him of a wilting flower in the sun. Her skin was so pale, almost see though, like a wet piece of parchment paper, her veins so close to the surface, he could see her weak pulse at her neck.

Anger shot through Rhand so fast, he heard all the metal in the shitty place groan. The woman made a weak move and turned her head towards him. Her movements were sluggish and stiff looking, and when her eyes tried to focus upon him, Rhand saw the evidence of drugs as her gaze wavered, her lids blinking heavily before a smile spread across her chapped lips.

“I only wanted water,” she whispered, her voice so quiet, so weak Rhand almost didn’t hear her.

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Begin Again

I have just under two weeks until me, my lovely family and our little fur-people all pick up and move to Canada.

CANADA!!

This little British girl is going to be half way across the globe starting a new life. I can’t wait to see everything Canada has to offer. Though I am nervous about the normal things, like; the children settling in at school, and do they sell Hellmans Mayonnaise? – Yah, know, important stuff.

But most importantly,

I HOPE MY EXTREMITIES DON’T FALL OFF IN TTHE WINTER! – No, seriously.

I have plans for my writing – BIG ones. I now can’t wait until i move so I can knuckle down and begin.

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I Freaking Paused!

When Secret Cravings closed their doors, and 11 of my books were no longer available to buy, i was so upset.

I didn’t know how much it actually affected me until, fast forward a year, and i have not typed The End since.

I realise that with Secret cravings closing, I felt a little defeated. Gutted. Im sure it affected more than just me in this way – i hope it didn’t- but i bet my husbands left nut it did.

Just the other day, someone asked me what i ‘do’  – Besides that fact, i have two kids, a house, an imminent move to another continent, I actually paused before I answered.

I FREAKING paused!

If someone had asked me what I ‘do’ a year ago, I would have proudly announced that I am an Author. I would have handed over a business card and pointed them in the direction of my website, Amazon page and even produced a flyer from my Mary Poppins handbag. I would have smiled and answered as they peppered me with questions – “What do you write?” “How many books do you have out?”  – “I never knew you wrote.”  – obviously, these questions always lead to “where do i find your books?” And i always had an answer…

On this day I didn’t… And it made me a little embarrassed. Which is silly, I know, but it did.  Iv’e written 13 books, books I bled my heart into, books I proudly showed off, books i cried over and laughed over – books I WROTE –  and 11 suddenly were gone…

Talk about epic disappointment.

“Where do I buy your books?” …. Well… nowhere at the moment – Doesn’t that sound flat? Doesn’t that sound weak? Doesn’t that sound stupid? –  I felt like a fraud. I walked away from that encounter very sad. Utterly depressed.

But just today, my sons teacher asked me about my books, about my writing, and I had knowledge, actual knowledge about world building, character growth and plot building. I knew all about writing a book, a story – a place that only my mind can make up.

And then just like that, it hit me.

I AM a bloody Author. I DO have 13 books with my bloody name on! Just because the publisher I was with closed its doors, it doesn’t mean my need to write disappeared.

And so what if those books aren’t out now? They will be again and if not, another one will replace it…

I dont do self pity, but apparently, I have been wallowing in a vast, damp pit of it without  realising.

So, today, i opened my laptop, wrote 2k words without breathing or looking up, I sent them to my BETA reader, made her cry “I WANT MORE!” and BOOM! I felt whole again.

Being a writer is who I am. Who I was before Secret Cravings… WHO I WILL ALWAYS BE.

I have dark and twisted characters in my brain and if I don’t let them out, well, shit… I don’t care to find out what would happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Decree!

determination.stone

So for a little while I’ve been preoccupied with life, moving country for the third time in four years, bringing up kids and trying to learn to speak French, and my writing has taken a back seat. No more!

I have struggled with trying to find a balance between life and writing and i have come to realise, there is no balance. If i want to write, i have to make time. If i want to socialise, or learn French or do anything that involves not being in front of my computer, then i have to sacrifice writing. Not writing has lead to doubts–i don’t like this feeling.

determination

I am no longer happy to sacrifice my books and my characters for any excuse.

So, here it is. I have devised a ‘working week’ for myself. I have a routine that i WILL NOT break from.

AND I WILL GET THESE STORIES OUT!

There it is. My decree.

hopefully i’ll be sharing some covers and new releases with you all soon…

Kerrianne

GIVEAWAY! Hump Day Hook 19th November

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Hi Guys! Happy Hump Day!! To be in with a chance at winning, just leave me comment below xx  This is from my MC Romance, Full Throttle. Revved 1 full throttle Now, she had the pleasure of finding out that he was a legendary kisser. It was no wonder she was clutching his shirt and standing on her toes to get closer. Distantly she knew that this wasn’t at all like her, distantly she could hear that annoying voice reminding her that she was a good, girl, a virtuous girl. A girl who would be ashamed of herself, and her actions, tomorrow. That thought made her pull back, breathless and weak, she stared up at Josh as he raised his head and frowned. Good God, he looked so bloody gorgeous. He stared back at her, his expression intense, and if Sammy were a confident person, she might say disappointment flashed in his dark eyes. He cleared his throat. “Are you ok, Sam?” he asked, keeping his hand still the side of her face, his fingers threaded through her hair, the other on her hip, digging in with erotic need. She nodded, still bemused and utterly shocked to be in this situation. “It’s just… I have… Umm, what I mean is I haven’t—” He stepped back then, and Sammy saw a frown crease his brow before he ran his hands through his hair. Was he shaking? Sammy swallowed past her suddenly dry throat as regret for making him stop kissing her tugged at her chest. “You’re a virgin?” he asked, kind of laughing, huffing as he spoke. He definitely didn’t look happy. She shook her head “No. I just…” Shit! Just talk, Sammy. Because of her stupid bumbling, he’d stepped back. Because of her stupid nerves, he was looking like she just poked him with a branding iron. She just messed up the one and only exciting sexual experience of her life. “I’m sorry. I—” She turned and faced the door, mortification burning the backs of her eyes as adrenaline and the need to run trembled through her arms and legs. “I don’t do stuff like this.” She dropped her eyes and took a step towards the door as her embarrassment turned quickly into defeat. Who was she kidding?

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Hump Day hook 13th November

This is from Snow White the Demon Huntress.

Snow White Demon Tale 3

Snow White Demon Tale 3

“Calm down Sam,” Snow whispered. She reached up with her free hand and gripped Sam’s shirt in a tight fist, tugged him close—and everything disappeared as his whole attention, his whole fucking being, zeroed in on Snow. The way she purred his name sent a shockwave of heat to his groin, and Sam wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. 

“You can’t blame the boy,” she continued, her voice a seductive whisper against his flesh. “I do have killer legs.” Her smile turned into a wide grin, a cheeky, fun-filled grin and the breath left Sam’s lungs in a painful groan. 

She’s dangerous.

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Hump Day Hook 22nd October

This is from Rapunzel The Demon Tale x

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The first thing she saw was Blane hanging from twin chains in the ceiling. His head hung heavily against his chest so she couldn’t see his face, his beautiful hair was matted and clumpy, presumably stuck together with blood—his blood—around his damaged horns. His entire body was wet with sweat and blood, his muscles shaking against the bonds. It was horrifying—disgusting—all-consuming to her stunned senses.

“Oh, my god, Blane!” Chloe cried out and took a step toward him. She stumbled over loose chains on the floor and she knocked a candle over making the flames dance around the dank room. The yellow light swished along the walls as the candle fell, and that was when she noticed the second thing in the room…

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