The last weekend in March gave us snow despite the high of 70 a few days ago. Weather really has no pattern. LOL. I’m sharing my 8 sentences from Arak’s Love but its from the heroine’s POV to switch things up. If you want to follow along on the blog that gets you sneak peeks of WIP’s and new releases click here http://www.wewriwa.com.

   The door to the cargo room slid open and another alien entered. Sylvie stepped further back in her cage until she bumped the bars. The air pulsed with violence from his arrival and her fellow prisoners obviously sensed the same because a few of the women began to cry. Sylvie shoved her trembling hands beneath her armpits refusing to join them.

The large male wore navy pants that clung to massive thighs and a black collarless shirt that struggled to contain his broad chest. What unnerved her most were the black curved horns that extended from his temples. Like many on Earth she accepted the fact that life existed on other worlds. She’d studied her SP packet with the species who were compatible with Earth women and many of them didn’t meet humanoid standards but none of them…none of them resonated evil like this beast of a man.


Coming Soon 2015

Interview and Audiobooks

I recently had the pleasure of being interviewed by Veronica Scott at HEA USA Today. Please stop by and check out our chat. She’s such an awesome writer and I didn’t feel nervous at all after chatting with her before the interview. I’ve included the link below.


Also, I’m looking into doing an audiobooks for my readers who enjoy listening to a good book during the long car ride or commute. Do you have a preference on which book goes to audio first? Let me know in the comments


#8Sunday More Arak

March is moving along briskly and I’m ready for spring break more than the kids. LOL. Welcome to another wewriwa where authors share snippets of their latest projects or a current release. If you want to follow along and add to your TBR like I do click here http://www.wewriwa.com. I’m sharing another 8 from my WIP Arak’s Love, book 2 in A World Beyond and the cover. I’m picking up where I left off last week when Arak burst into a room holding two women in a Marenian facility. Thanks for stopping by. :)

“We’re fine and can rescue ourselves, Mr. Jutak.” The one with the knives made the declaration as she tossed stringy hair over her shoulders, its color indiscernible.

Arak pushed back the hooded mask he wore, hoping that seeing his face would ease them a little. “I’m a Jutak warrior. Jutak’s not my name. Are either of you Lindsey Ferra?”

“No,” the knife wielder snapped before turning to her friend. “Let’s go Sylvie, we don’t need him.”

Well there’s my 8 and below is the cover for Arak’s story which I have titled Arak’s Love.



Blurbs, Cover reveal and stuff…

It’s getting close to the release day of my 4th Warlord book, Rise of the Shadow Warriors. Woot! This means my focus lately has been on writing my next release. This evening, I’m working on the dreaded task of blurb writing. Not one but two. *Gasp* Kill me! LOL. I need to put together one for my upcoming novella (book 4.5 for the Warlords) then I need one for Arak’s story, book 2 in A World Beyond. Oooh, speaking of, I need to share the cover and title for Arak’s book. It’s very simply titled, Arak’s Love. :)


If you check my blog on Sundays, I’m sharing small snippets of the book as I work through it. Lots cooking on the writing front. I’m so excited about the weekend that I’m not even upset about the predicted 1-3 inches of snow today. See? I’m radiating positive vibes :)

Author Spotlight- Cara Bristol

I’m so excited to feature today’s author spotlight. I discovered Cara via a weekly blog hop about a year ago where she featured her sci-fi Terran series. The good news is she has a new sci-fi romance out :)
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Pretty cover, right? LOL. I love covers that make me one click.

The Goddess’s Curse blurb
Sharona women and barbarian Lahon men maintain separate lives until libidinal fever strikes, and the women are forced to mate.
Stricken by a mysterious terminal illness, Sharona Princess Reena jumps at the chance to accompany a cousin on her mating journey so she can at least see a Lahon before she dies.
Garat, leader of the Lahon, hates the Sharona because of the woman who birthed and killed his son years ago. Now that a massive earthquake has left his people with precious little water, he has the perfect excuse to exact revenge by driving the Sharona from their homeland and taking what the Lahon need.
When he encounters Reena on the mating journey he takes her hostage to force the Sharona to capitulate to his demands, but finds himself drawn to her instead. As his desire rises, lust for revenge wanes.
But after what he’s done, can he convince her of the evil that lives in the palace in time to save her life?

Amazon US http://amzn.to/18oT87H
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/1ElbuSc
BN http://bit.ly/1x0Tg8Z
Kobo http://bit.ly/1FXDTOf
Apple http://apple.co/1b7s7ai
Scribd http://bit.ly/1MxMFGr

Reena sighed and snuggled in her bed. As her illness progressed, a persistent chill had pervaded her bones. The heaviest robe, the thickest blanket could not banish it. This morning? So comfortable and cozy. Her blanket, though unusually heavy, was oh so warm, and so was the pillow beneath her head. But hard. What kind of feathers could make a pillow so firm yet still tickle her nose? She rubbed her cheek against it, absorbing the unusual, pleasant scent. Musky, and earthy. Like woodsmoke or fresh evergreen. Or a combination of both.
If only every morning could be like this. She hugged her pillow. Soon an attendant would arrive to rouse her for breakfast, but maybe she’d feign sleep. Naughty. She smiled.
Then sobered. Yes, she’d been naughty. She had displeased her cousin by refusing further treatment. What had occurred after that? She crinkled her forehead, trying to remember. She’d poured out the tincture, and then…then…
A Lahon had burst from the foliage.
Then muscle cramps and searing pain. Paralysis.
Her eyes flew open. Rough-hewn walls, large, rustic furniture filled her field of vision. Gone were familiar accoutrements and luxuries. Instead of finely woven fabric, a furry animal hide covered her, and, supporting her head, was hard flesh covered by a thick mat of…of, hair. A man’s chest.
She bolted upright with a shriek.
The Lahon sprang up without a sound.
“Help!” She tried to scramble from the bed, but he hooked an arm around her waist. “Let me go! Help!”
She slapped at his shoulders, his chest, his face. Neither blows nor screaming fazed him a bit, and she found herself flat on her back, her cries silenced by his calloused hand, her arms restrained, her lower body pinned by his heavy, muscular thigh, and something sizable and rigid poking her leg.
She stared into dark eyes. Be careful what you wish for—you may get it. She’d longed to see a Lahon up close and personal. It couldn’t get any closer than this. She could detect the pores on his face, discern that his “green” eyes were composed flecks of fern, moss, and teal, and that a muscle twitched in his square jaw. Long, unbound dark hair fell against broad shoulders.
Her heart fluttered like the wings of a frantic bird. What had happened? How had she gotten here? Where was Honna? And…and her robe? Oh Goddess. He was naked, too. That, that, thing digging into her leg was his…his manroot.

About the author

Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently resides in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.


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