The Musa Books I Absolutely Must Have...

Welcome one and all to the land of Nya Rayne!  Please fasten your seat belts, grab a wet nap, because I like it haut, and e-n-j-o-y the ride!!  Which will last from the 16th - 19th of Feb.

Yep, it's going to be short and sweet!

First, a little about me:

I am a paranormal and futristic romance writer.  All of my stories err on the side of romance with a good helping of erotica, and then a dash more of romance.  So, yeah, I like it sweet!!  I've been writing professionally for a little over 10 years, but wrote my first story at the tender age of 15. It amounted to nothing, but was so much fun to write that I kept doing it.  Anyway that's enough about me, you're here to hear about my must reads at Musa and win some FREE stuff, right?

So, my first must have is ...

Susan Murphree always heard you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your handsome prince, but she'd settle for one honest man who didn't act like a toad. Her hot new neighbor, research fellow Robert Taj, certainly doesn't look like a toad, but Susan has learned looks can be deceiving. Sure, he has a sexy foreign accent and a drool-worthy body, but anyone that mysterious must have secrets.

Robert's secret is that he's a real prince, heir to the throne in the tiny European country of Cartasia. Now that he's in America all he wants is to focus on his research and be accepted for the man he is, not the title he bears. Once he's fallen for Susan he worries revealing the truth will mean losing the only woman he's ever loved. Can this real life fairy tale have a happy ending?

Second on the list...

People disappear in the bayou. And that’s exactly what fourteen-year-old Robin Sherwood needs to do — before her Uncle Conrad snips her toes off with his rusty garden nippers.

 When her parents’ private plane disappears in the Voodoo Swamp, Robin’s uncle moves into the multi-million dollar Sherwood Estate as guardian. It doesn’t take Robin long to figure out there’s something not quite right about Uncle Conrad — besides having a metal claw where his left hand used to be.

Weird changes to crazy when he explains the bizarre game he has planned — a game that will leave Robin dead and Uncle Conrad the sole heir to the Sherwood fortune. In order to escape his devious plan and its deadly consequences, the bayou may be Robin’s only chance. It’s a risky choice, but becoming alligator bait seems a lot less terrifying right now than what’s waiting for her in the cellar.

And last but certainly not least, because all the books at Musa are worthy of a looksey...

Across battle lines, foolish games, and conflicting tempos, love always finds a way. From rock and roll to symphonies, modern day geeks to 19th century soldiers, this collection of sexy and romantic stories shows even the loneliest of moments can be made right when the perfect note is delivered. Let More Love Notes find a home in your heart, a reminder that love happens all over, any time, any place. Written by four of the hottest authors in gay erotic romance--Lydia Nyx, Scarlett Parrish, Viki Lyn and Jenny Urban--these stories will definitely add an edge of spice to your Valentine's night.

To purchase any of my little scrumptious delights click on the pics and it should take you straight to the buy page.

Wait don't go anywhere, there's one more book at Musa that I MUST have and you definitely should have too...

  Release date Feb 17th

Sometimes the very thing you've run from all your life is the one thing that can save you. 

Excerpt For Storm's Fury:

Thunder preceded its lover, lightning, as it sliced across the sky. Rain poured down, blanketing the city, its goal to punish the millions of sinners calling it home.

Ambrosia “Stormy” Wyatt’s foot sank into a puddle of sullied water, saturating her sneakers. Fear stiffened her spine as a trash can crashed in the darkness behind her. She spun around and searched the shadows to her left and right. They seemed to breathe and swell with a heartbeat all their own. They reached out to her, called to her, promised her a lifetime of pain whenever she got too close.

She hefted her bag higher on her shoulder, spun back and broke into a sprint toward the mouth of the alley.

Her breath shuddering, water soaked through Stormy’s clothing, carrying a chill deep into her marrow.

Stormy hurdled a bag of garbage that could have been mistaken for a dead body, determination her only friend. She knocked a nearby trash can over in hopes of slowing her unseen pursuers as she raced for the well-lit street.

She had to get to the light. They couldn’t get her there.

Stormy had stayed too long when she knew better. The little voice in the back of her mind urged her to stick to the original plan—three weeks—and get the hell out of town before leaving was no longer an option.

She hadn’t listened this time.

Instead, she had made a friend of Mrs. Velda Johnston, the sweet old woman rooming above her. Mrs. Johnston had had a stroke earlier that week, and Stormy stayed to help with her affairs until her daughter could fly in. One extra day, that was all, and they were close on her trail once again.

She barreled around the corner and took only a second to scan up and down the sidewalk.

Pushing soaked strands of hair out of her face, she cursed under her breath. “Sin City, huh? Well, where the hell is a sinner when you need one?” There wasn’t a pimp, prostitute, sidewalk evangelist, drunk, or police officer in sight.

Stormy spared another second to glance behind her before she turned and bolted across the deserted street and down the strip toward the lights of the Bellagio.

She didn’t know a soul there, and she damn sure couldn’t afford one of their rooms even if she saved for six months. But she’d heard rumors that the hotel had so many lights it could be seen from a shuttle orbiting the earth. That was probably a lie, but any place was safer than where she was.

The noise came then, like a million screeching claws raking across a thousand chalkboards. It dug into her soul, buried itself deep into her mind and demanded she halt. A part of her felt compelled to obey, but the primitive part wouldn’t allow her to. It ordered her to run harder, faster, and further.

And run she had, but how much longer would she have to run before she felt safe again?

Stormy covered the remaining distance to the hotel and pushed through the revolving doors. Her chest heaved, and her lungs burned as she turned to look back into the night’s shadows.

She could feel their eyes on her, waiting for her to let her guard down and to give in to their silent call. The danger and their merciless intent were undeniable.

“Never,” she whispered, her breath fogging the glass door sealing her in. In that moment, she swore the shadows closest to the building reared up, transformed into a clawed hand that reached out across the ground toward her, leaving jagged ruts in the street.

She staggered back and through the second set of thick glass doors. “Never,” she hissed at the darkness.

Thunder rolled. Blades of lightening streaked angrily across the domed skylight high above her head and crashed into something in the near distance, sending a loud boom echoing through the night.

In the instant it took Stormy to understand that the sound was a transformer blowing, she was standing in a sea of darkness.

Contest Time!!!

  Contest #1

Sign up for my blog, friend me on facebook, and leave a response to this post telling me which book you're going to buy and why, and you'll be entered to win a free copy of Storm's Fury and a smashing Storm's Fury t-shirt.  Oh, and how many times did I mention the name of my new novel on this page?  it's not as easy as you might  think, or is it?

Contest #2

Be one of the first 50 readers to purchase Storm's Fury on the 17th and respond here telling me the name of the city Stormy and Fury meet for the first time in and you will be entered to win a beautiful Kindle.  Seriously, Amazon will deliver it directly to your door!!

So click here and purchase your copy of Storm's Fury.

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