Watch This Space–Siren Allen

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This edition of Watch This Space spotlights sexy author Siren Allen and her new smoking hot sci-fi romance, Silver. Wondering what it’s about?  Here’s the blurb:

All Malia Valdese wants to do is survive in the Outlands and serve food to the patrons of her diner. She doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome silver-eyed stranger who keeps showing up after closing, asking her weird questions and making her feel something she hasn’t felt in years, desire.

She doesn’t care that he’s the sexiest male she’s ever seen or that he stares at her like she’s the main course. Steering clear of him is her plan. Well, it was the plan, before he turned her world upside down with four words…. You’re coming with me. Apparently she has no say in the matter.

She’s not on the menu. But she’s what he hungers for.

Her scent tells him she’s his and the wanted pictures popping up all over the dark-net tells him he needs to lay low for a while. Having her next to him in bed while he tries to clear his name is the plan. Unfortunately, his enemies are closer than he thought and now they’ve found his weakness…. her. Can he shield his mate from the consequences of his dark past? Or will she flee to his enemies to escape him and the intense emotions he stirs inside of her?

No matter what she chooses, he has no intention of letting her go, ever.

I love a good, spicy sci-fi romance and can’t wait to read this one.  Check out this excerpt:

“Tell me to step away,” he told her.

Why would she do that? No rational female would tell a creature like him to step away. Wait, she should do that. She wasn’t trying to be with him for real. This was pretend.

“Say it and I’ll do it. I promise Malia.”

She couldn’t say it. The words wouldn’t come. Instead, she reached up and touched his face. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I don’t want to say that.” Even the rational part of her was falling for this male.

“Good, because I don’t want you to say it. I want to keep you all to myself,” he whispered. “I don’t want to share you.”

“You don’t have to share me. I’m all yours.” Yep, she’d just said that. And right now, she meant it. She’d deal with the consequences of her words later.

“All mine,” he mumbled, opening his eyes. “And I’ll destroy anyone who threatens you.”

Stars, that was the most violent statement she’d ever heard, yet it made her feel safe. What was she turning into?

“Say you believe me, Malia.”

“I-I believe you.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Say you believe this.”

“I believe it.”

“Good.” He took a step back, her hand still resting on his cheek. His hand covered hers. “I will go and get the crew. I will try my best not to kill any of them for getting too close to you.”

“Please behave. I don’t need you dirtying up my new kitchen.”

He smiled, before pulling her hand away from his face and placing it over his heart. Her breath caught.

“This is all yours,” he told her. “I promise.” He released her hand and went in search of his crew, leaving her breathless.

Stars, what had she gotten herself into?

And how the hell was she supposed to get out of it with her heart intact?

I’m such a huge fan of Siren Allen.  One thing that she does that I love is character interviews.  Get to know Silver and Malia, the stars of Silver.

Q: What thoughts raced through your mind the moment you found your mate?

Silver: My first thought was, ‘Stars, she more beautiful than I’d imagined.’ My second thought was, ‘I wonder what she tastes like.’

Malia: Oh my gosh, Silver, you didn’t have to give a second thought. My first thought was, ‘This guy looks like trouble.’ And I was right.

Q: If you could change one thing about your mate, what would it be?

Silver: I would change how she sees herself. She thinks she’s too curvy. I think she’s perfect. If I could change anything, I would make her able to see herself through my eyes.

Malia: Ahhh, that’s so sweet. If I could change anything about Silver, it would be his need to kill any male who stares at me.

Silver: That will never change.

Malia: I know. I’m just saying what I would change if I could.

Q: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Silver: Yes. Though, I knew I would love her before I met her. She’s my mate. I’m supposed to love and cherish her. But when I saw her for the first time, those feelings that were ingrained in me tripled. I knew I had to have her. Unfortunately, my way of getting her wasn’t the most charming.

Malia: That’s an understatement. As for me, I believe in lust at first sight. When I first saw Silver I didn’t think about forever with him. I thought of all the things I would love to do to him that night. The forever feelings came later, wayyyy later.

Silver: She played hard to get.

Malia: Uh no, I was hard to get. And then you kidnapped me.

Silver: Problem solved.

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So where can you get your Kindle on this book?  I have the links right here:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZJG2P3
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LZJG2P3
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LZJG2P3

Now Siren Allen tells us a little about herself:

Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things supernatural and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

Connect with Siren Allen:

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – www.amazon.com/Siren-Allen/e/B00ELF795O/

WEBSITE – http://sirenallen.com/

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PLUS, and I know you’ll want in on this, Siren has a giveaway.  Don’t miss out!

Siren’s Sci-Fi Giveaway: Be sure to enter the rafflecopter giveaway for a chance to win a gorgeous Sci-Fi necklace.

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Weekend Excerpt–Lost & Bound

L&F--excerpt graphicYou can’t see me right now, but I’m doing the happy dance!  That’s because I just finished writing the first draft of my current project, Lost & Bound.

After getting into trouble, Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke is sent to cool her heels in the wilderness of northern Ontario.  There, she meets hunky mountain man Blake Walker.  While the world sees a bratty, over-privileged former child star, Blake sees a frightened little girl in need of a firm hand and unconditional love.  Is Shasta the perfect submissive to quench his Dominant craving?

In honor of this momentous occasion, here’s an excerpt.

Pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head, Shasta unscrewed the white lid and began ladling water into the container.  She figured it must have been about half full when she’d first arrived at the cabin.  She decided to fill it completely, the better to make fewer trips.

She still had about three inches to go before the water level was at the top of the container when she heard a motor.  Dropping the ladle into the cooler, she scrambled back up to the top of the hill.  Blake was just easing up to the dock in the same skiff he’d used to drop her off a few days ago.

She couldn’t stop the smile on her face as she hurried down to the dock.  “Hi!  How are you?”

Blake looked up as he tied off the boat and stepped out onto the dock.  “Hi, yourself.  I’m well.  How about you?”

Shasta watched him closely, taking in his scuffed boots, his faded jeans, the navy plaid flannel shirt hanging open over a white wife-beater tank top.  And his thick dark hair kissed with caramel, pulled up into a knot on the back of his head, his neatly trimmed dark beard framing his square jaw.

God, I forgot how hot he is.  “I’m good.  Great, even,” she answered quickly.  “I was just,” she hooked a thumb over her shoulder, “refilling my water at the spring.”

He nodded.  “Good.  That’s good.”  He gestured into the boat.  “I noticed that you had a fire in the fireplace last night.  I thought maybe you could use more wood.”

Shasta crossed her arms in front of her.  “That’s really nice, thanks.”   She glanced around uncomfortably.  “Listen, I’m sorry about the radio.  I didn’t realize…”

“Forget about it,” he murmured.

“I should also, um, apologize for throwing a rock at you.”  Her eyes were on the ground.

He stood straight and crossed his arms.  “Yes, you should.”

She huffed in exasperation.  “Well, that’s what I’m trying to do.  I just…”  She gazed out across the lake and took a deep calming breath.  “I was having a very bad day.  I’m sorry I was rude and I apologize for throwing a rock at you.  My bad day was not your fault.”

He smiled amiably.  “Apology accepted.”

Blake reached into the boat for a large grey canvas bag filled with split logs.  “I’ll just go put it with the rest behind the cabin.”

She trailed along behind him and helped him stack the logs with the rest of the wood.

“You didn’t have any trouble starting the fire?” he asked.

“Well, I did at first.  But then I found the box of fire starter sticks.  I put one of those in and it went right up.”

Blake glanced at her.  “You used a whole stick?  You can break those up into about six pieces.  You don’t need a whole one.”

Shasta blushed.  “Oh.”

When the bag was empty, Blake carried it back to the front of the cabin.  “You said you were getting water?”

“Yeah, I was almost finished when I heard you coming.”

This time, she led the way and when they reached the cooler, she picked up the dipper.  Blake looked down at the container and frowned.  “This is nearly full.”

Shasta grinned up at him.  “I know.  I figured, the more I put in, the fewer trips I’ll have to make.”

He gave her a look like one would give a slow child.  “But how will you carry it back to the cabin?”

Shasta could feel hot tears threatening and there was a knot in her throat.  “Once again, I get it wrong.”  Her voice was a whisper.  She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you,” he said.  He dumped out about half of the water and replaced the lid, hefted the cooler, and carried it back to the cabin.

Shasta waited outside for him, her arms crossed, the toe of her right shoe digging aimlessly into the dirt.  “So, thanks for the wood and everything.”  Her eyes were on the ground.

Blake gently closed the screen door.  “You’re welcome.  I wanted to check in on you before I leave.  I’m flying out to get one of the remote cabins ready for a fishing party.”

Shasta’s eyes bulged as she pushed her sunglasses back up.  “Wait! What? You’re leaving?”

“I have to go to Big Birch Lake to lay in supplies and get the cabin ready for guests.”  He saw her panicked expression.  “I’ll be back late this afternoon.”

“Please take me with you,” she blurted.

Slightly taken aback, Blake shoved his hands into his pockets.  “I don’t know…”

“Please!  I promise, I won’t be in the way.  Maybe I can even help.”

His eyes narrowed.  “The cabin is even more remote than this one, only accessible by float plane.  There’s not a road for miles, only wilderness.  There’s no place for you to go.”

Shasta shook her head.  “No, I’m not trying to leave, I just…  I’m so tired of being alone.”  There was raw hope in her eyes.  “Please let me go with you.”

The “No” was on his lips as he drew in a deep breath and debated with himself.  The vision of her the previous night, alone and sobbing in the cabin, filled his mind and he still felt like a shit for making her cry.  He’d come damn close to it just now, without even meaning to.  “Okay, you can come.”

She jumped up and squealed, gripping his hand tightly.  “Thank you, thank you so much!  I’ll help, I promise.”

Blake waited as she retrieved her pink hoodie and locked the cabin door.  He noticed that she’d also taken the time to plait her long red hair into a thick braid down her back.  When she was ready, he led the way down to the skiff, holding it still for her to get in.  This time, Shasta faced him as he steered them across the lake toward the lodge’s dock.

“Can I get one of these things to use while I’m here?”

Blake frowned.  “One of what things?”

“A boat.  Is there one I can rent?”

His eyes sparkled with amusement.  “Where do you want to go?”

She shrugged lightly.  “I don’t know.  It would be nice to not feel stuck.”  Glancing around, she pointed to a rocky outcropping on the shore to the north of the island.  “I was looking over there.  It looked like it might be a cool place to explore.”

“That’s Winchester Point,” he said.  “There’s an old trapper cabin up there.  It’s mostly ruins now, but it is kind of cool.  And there are blueberries.”

Shasta grinned.  “See!  I could go pick blueberries.”

“There are also bears.”

Her grin dropped as her eyes widened.  “Bears.  Seriously?”

Blake had to laugh.  “They like the blueberries.  But you’d probably be okay.  I’m sure I can scrounge up an extra skiff for you.”

They pulled up to the dock and Blake reached for Shasta’s hand, helping her out of the boat.  She stood uncertainly as he finished tying up the skiff and climbed out.  Bear came bounding down the dock to meet them.

“Hello, puppy!”  Shasta leaned down to pet the huge black dog.

“He’s usually a little shy with strangers,” Blake commented, just as Bear flopped down and rolled onto his back, offering his belly for a rub.

“He doesn’t seem shy to me, do you, puppy?”  She knelt down to scratch the dog’s underside.  Bear, for his part, panted and happily swished his tail on the wooden dock.  “What’s his name?”

“Bear,” Blake replied.  “And he loves proving me wrong.  I won’t forget this, pal.  Payback’s a bitch.”

“He’s just a sweetie, that’s what he is,” cooed Shasta.

“Alright.  I’m going to start bringing down the supplies and provisions for the fishing cabin.”

Shasta gave Bear one last rub and straightened up to follow Blake up the hill to the main house.  Off of the reception area where she’d been the day she’d arrived, a door opened onto a large storage room.  Near the door were several boxes filled with nonperishable food and other supplies.  Blake appeared from around a corner pulling an oversized wagon constructed of yellow wire mesh.  The rubber tires were large and knobby, giving the contraption an all-terrain appearance.

Together, Blake and Shasta loaded the cartons and bags onto the wagon.  Shasta ended up carrying two of the lighter ones in her arms as Blake pulled the wagon down the slope to the dock.  They took everything to the end of the dock, where the float plane was tied up.  Shasta set down the boxes she’d been carrying and looked to Blake.

“I’ll get in the plane.  If you can pass me the boxes one at a time, I’ll fit them into the tail section and we’ll be on our way.”  He opened the back door of the plane and climbed up, leaning down to take the first of the boxes from Shasta.

“What do you want next?” she called to him.

He appeared back in the doorway.  “How about that big one over there?”  He watched as Shasta leaned down to pick up the box he’d indicated, appreciating the way the yoga pants hugged the curves of her ass.  Keep focused, man.  There’s nothing but trouble there.

But his cock wasn’t interested in reason.  God bless yoga pants.  They’re like a push-up bra for your ass.

“Here you go,” she smiled up at him.

“Thanks.”  He disappeared again into the back of the plane.

“Aren’t you glad I’m here?” she asked.  “I mean, you’d be doing all this by yourself.  It would take you at least twice as long.”

“I would take me longer to load the plane, that’s true.”  He watched her pick up another carton.  “I’m glad you brought other shoes.  Those high heels you were wearing the other day would be useless.”

She handed him the box and rested her hands on her hips, smiling.  “Don’t hate on the pink Manolos.  They’re my power shoes.”

“Power shoes?” he laughed.

Shasta nodded.  “Pink Manolos, Donna Karan skirt, the Chanel blouse, fierce makeup…”  She pulled down her sunglasses.  “Prada shades.  It’s all part of the armor.  They make me invincible.”  She laughed lightly, but Blake had the impression she wasn’t joking.

“You look different than you did the day you came here.”  It was an honest observation.

She crossed her arms.  “Yeah, well, I didn’t bother with makeup today.  I figured I’d be safe from the cameras.”

“Cameras?”

“They always want to catch you without makeup, looking like crap.  Then they plaster it all over the internet.”  She shook her head in disgust.

He assessed her for a long second.  “You look better without all that makeup.  You don’t need it.”  He took the next box from her and disappeared again.

I’m aiming to launch Lost & Bound in the New Year.  Stay tuned right here for all the latest news and updates.

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Watch This Space–W. O. Cassity

dementia-praecox-book-cover-smallThis installment of Watch This Space is a change of pace.  ASPA author W. O. Cassity is a man of eclectic tastes and interests.  His debut novel, Heir of the Blood King was well-received.  Now, he’s writing a horror series called A Short Journey Into Darkness.  The first installment, Dementia  Praecox, releases today.

Here’s an excerpt:

Skulking over the ledger’s musty-scented pages, Dr. Livingston dipped the oversized quill into the emerald-green inkwell before penning the latest entry:

11 November 1877

Bethlem Royal Hospital Bedlam

London, England

Subject 41 expired at approximately 10:22 p.m., possibly due to cardiac arrest once again. I wait for my assistant Hensley to deliver and release the corpse to the hospital morgue. My only concern is that there may perhaps be further inquiry into the claw-like contusions upon the deceased’s forearms and along his facial cheeks. I still cannot fathom how the subject, who was restrained, managed to damage himself in such a way. Both Hensley and I agree that the peculiar wounds appeared to spontaneously appear across the patient’s flesh of their own accord.

Having witnessed this entire incident, I must admit that further precautions are still a necessity as I continue to push on toward a resolution to this condition. The screams of the patient still reverberate within my ears at those haunting terrors, which only existed in his tormented mind. My first assertion is that the patient’s experience became so vivid, he was somehow able to enact the subjective manifestations of his consciousness into literal lacerations upon his extremities. Perhaps Hensley and I are the first to witness the true potential of the human mind to inflict its falsely perceived stimuli upon the body during a controlled experiment. Mind over the material world indeed! This may warrant further exploration in the future after I have completed my current work toward a cure for dementia praecox.

When Hensley returns, he will prepare Subject 42 for her time in the chair. I will administer the new cocktail of ingredients according to the schedule after readjusting the chloroform and nitrous oxide levels for proper sedation during the procedure. Even though she’s much smaller than Subject 41, we still need to gauge the appropriate levels of anesthesia so Subject 42 will remain conscious yet controllable and programmable during the procedure.

As I understand it, Subject 42 has a peculiarly heightened state of hysteria, so perhaps this will allow us to mark any substantial improvements in her mental realignment using the electric resonating device with profound measure. It was difficult to identify the response from Subject 41 due to his condition’s tepid state and mannerisms.

Regardless of tonight’s setbacks, I have the utmost certainty that I can mitigate the issues Subject 41 experienced tonight. It is too soon for me to surrender now and too dangerous for me to stop. Questions are being asked already and if I do not have an answer to Annabelle’s condition soon, I may not be able to cure her ailment before they forcibly return me to New York if they discover what I have been doing. Certainly, they would shower me with accolades upon my substantial progress, but the board will need to see results and I need to save Annabelle if I am to marry her. She would definitively accept my proposal of marriage with a clear mind, for who else could liberate her from Dr. Kraepelin’s diagnosis other than the youngest fellow to be accepted by Bethlem Royal Hospital? At the age of thirty-seven, I will become renowned for such an achievement and therefore, Annabelle would accept me unconditionally.

  1. L., PhD

Edgar rested his quill in the inkwell and remained still as he pondered what outcomes awaited him in the final experiment of the evening. A rapping at the heavy oak study door rescued him from his reverie.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“Dr. Livingston, Subject 42 is now prepped for the resonance procedure,” Hensley responded. “Should I start charging the apparatus?”

“Indeed, Hensley. I shall be there momentarily.”

I’m totally digging the creep factor here.  Intrigued?  Here is the buy link for Dementia Praecox.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KQVSSHE

Just who is W. O Cassity?   W.O. Cassity grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley dreaming of new worlds fueled by his passions for writing and playing tabletop games with his friends. As an adult, he relocated to Nashville, Tennessee where he pursued a career in IT and Telecommunications, working for companies such as Dell Computer Corporation, Verizon Wireless and Asurion. Will returned to his childhood passions sharing those experiences with his children. He went on to release his debut novel, “Heir of the Blood King” which was well received. He also has an ongoing horror short story series, “A Short Journey Into Darkness”.  Will and his wife, Barbara, currently reside in Arkansas with their four children, three dogs and one very stinky cat.

Author W. O. Cassity was kind enough to answer Pandora’s Dirty Dozen.  Here’s what he said.

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

 I like to immerse the reader into vividly detailed environments with a real-time feel of what’s happening in the story to enrich the reading experience. My preferred point of view is 3rd Person, limited perspective and I generally tell my stories in the past tense.

2. Talk about your process. Where do you write? When do you write? Are you linear or do you write scenes and put them together later? Who are your muses and where do you get your best ideas?

 I try to write everyday and I do most of my writing in the bedroom in the morning while pouring through a cup of coffee. A good number of my stories are related to impressions I had while dreaming, so this writing routine allows me to capture that dreamlike feel in my stories.

3. Tell us about your latest release.

 My latest release is title Dementia Praecox and it explores a topic very dear to my heart: Mental illness. Dementia Praecox was the first clinical term used to describe the mental condition of schizophrenia, which plagued my maternal grandfather most of his life. I wanted to tell a story of a mad scientist in a gothic period story experimenting on patients in a cold, calculating manner. Obsessed with his goal to cure his beloved, the patients are treated like lab rats. In the end, Dr. Edgar Livingston accidentally succeeds in a way that unlocks the full potential of his patient’s mind, opening pathways that should remain closed in the real world.

4. What is your current project?

I’m working on a story tentatively titled, “A Guest In Solitude” with a poetry and prose inspired writing style similar to Poe’s “A Tell-Tale Heart”. It features an older man isolated in a rustic cabin whose solace is disrupted by a mysterious haunting voice whispering to him from under the front door.

5. Now about you… Very generally speaking, where do you call home?

 I grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley and so, I’m a Southern by nature. I never quite fit into my community, so I have traveled and brought those experience back home.

6. As a reader… What genre do you most often read? What is your all-time favorite book, and why?

 I enjoy reading horror and fantasy stories, but my favorite novel is Frank Herbert’s Dune. The world building is immersive and the inner dialogue of the characters captured my imagination and left me with the feeling that I belonged in his beautiful, yet dark world.

7. What do you like to do when you’re not writing or reading?

 I enjoy gaming with my family and deep philosophical conversation, as well as spending time doing both with my wife and children.

8. We all have guilty pleasures. I enjoy boy bands. There, I said it. What is your guilty pleasure?

 Even though I have no guilt, my obsession is chocolate even though I know it isn’t good for me.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

 Flying. Even as a young child, I immersed myself in dreams and during my waking hours, I was fascinated. Lucid dreaming allowed me to take charge in those wayward nightmares to put me in control of the situation. I would usually fly to escape my nightmarish dilemmas. This process also help me escape the cruel realities that occurred in my traumatic childhood.

10. If you could live anywhere, you’d choose…

 Where isn’t as important as who I’m with. I want to be with my wife and children in a place that values freedom of expression.

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

Neil Gaiman

12. In the airport, you overhear a heated argument between a husband and wife. You:

 politely ignore it.

Contact links for W. O. Cassity:

Author Blog:  www.wocassity.com
Author Twitter:  https://twitter.com/wocassity
Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/wocassity

Patreon Page: https://www.patreon.com/wocassity         
Goodreads Author:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13834500.W_O_Cassity