tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29781392930288859082024-03-14T05:22:08.389-07:00Suzanne Wright's BlogSuzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-41988016344272674562016-09-01T03:40:00.000-07:002016-09-01T03:40:42.249-07:00BLAZE HAS FINALLY BEEN RELEASED!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLqMlpzIiiz0kRRf8RtdFQcQ3NVVqD3dcVJqI9pJHDOIbnHs0TqbdtYksY71-dBIozQkCWZS2E9cMTNIVbRHa0gPK2P1Z2IdB_PizzuIyzZjxqebSZ9OMlGymXthwp8nwv8d6d9qtzQ0X/s1600/BLaze+Hi+Res.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLqMlpzIiiz0kRRf8RtdFQcQ3NVVqD3dcVJqI9pJHDOIbnHs0TqbdtYksY71-dBIozQkCWZS2E9cMTNIVbRHa0gPK2P1Z2IdB_PizzuIyzZjxqebSZ9OMlGymXthwp8nwv8d6d9qtzQ0X/s200/BLaze+Hi+Res.jpg" width="126" /></a>September 1st has arrived and Blaze (the second in the Dark In You series) has been officially released! In addition, the first book, Burn, is now available on paperback. I've got a giveaway going on my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/suzannewrightfanpage/">Facebook page</a> if you're interested. For anyone who has no idea what book or series I'm talking about, you can check out my trailer below...<br />
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Here is the synopsis for Blaze...<br />
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Defeat the enemy. Win the boy. Live happily ever after.But life "ever after" isn't as easy as it used to be. Harper's gone from being a member of a small <b></b><b></b>demon lair to co-Prime of one of the most powerful lairs in the US with a mate who, though hot as hell, is just a mite overprotective - <i>I mean,</i> <i>you get kidnapped by dark practitioners just once . . .</i><br />
Then one of Knox's demons goes rogue, and in his madness decides Knox Thorne must die.<br />
Harper's worried. Knox isn't - at least until he discovers his mate's willingness to get between him and danger. Now, Knox has a new priority: Keep Harper safe . . . no matter what it takes.<br />
But Harper begins to suspect there's more danger than one rogue demon. It seems the combined strength of Harper and Knox has upset the balance of power in the demon world and there are those who are determined to right that wrong.<br />
Because when you move up the food chain, sometimes the other predators just want to take a bigger bite.<br />
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If you'd like to check out an excerpt, read on...<br />
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<b>CHAPTER ONE</b></div>
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“Stop right there, bitch!”</div>
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Snapping her gaze from her cell
phone to the pistol now aimed at her head, Harper Wallis froze. Well, shit. She
couldn’t deny that she had some karma to burn off. She was no angel. Being a
demon, she was quite the opposite, in fact. But having a gun pointed at her by
a human with a shaky hand and dilated pupils that said he was drugged up to his
eyes balls…well, it just felt like the universe was being a little unfair,
that’s all.</div>
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“Put the phone on the ground!”</div>
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She<i> so </i>didn’t have time for
this. She’d taken a quick break from work so she could head to the ATM—</div>
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<i>“Put the phone on the ground!”</i></div>
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“Do I really have to?” The floor of
the alley was covered in grime, cigarette butts, glass fragments, and dirty
rain puddles. Then there were those dubious looking stains…</div>
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“Don’t make me repeat myself.”</div>
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With an inward sigh, Harper slowly
did as he asked.</div>
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<i>Note to self: Stop taking
shortcuts through alleys.</i> It wasn’t exactly a scenic route with the
dumpsters, trash bags, moldy walls, and scent of rotting food…although the
graffiti was pretty cool. The artist definitely had potential.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
“Hands up and keep them up!”</div>
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She raised her hands, all the while
staring into blue eyes that flickered with nervousness. Sparky here wasn’t as
confident as he was trying to appear. But he had every reason to feel at least
a little confident. They were alone except for the rats, she was small where he
was burly, and he had a weapon while she was unarmed—or, at least, that was
what he thought. Not that the stiletto knife tucked into her boot was going to
do her much good against a gun.</div>
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Really, she should know better.
This area of North Las Vegas was high in crime…which, incidentally, was why her
family fit right in. The Wallis demons were pretty notorious for doing exactly
what all imps did: mostly lying, stealing, tricking, cheating, and of course
breaking and entering. Although Harper was a sphinx like her mother, she’d been
raised by her paternal family and was an imp by nature.</div>
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“Now throw me your purse!”</div>
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“You told me to keep my hands up,”
she pointed out.</div>
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“Well, now I’m telling you to give
me your damn purse.”</div>
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Okay, that was going to be a
problem. It had been a gift, and she wasn’t going to hand it over to anyone.</div>
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“<i>Now</i>, bitch!”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
How rude. Not that he was wrong.
She was a bitch and she took pride in it. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”</div>
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His brows drew together. “What?”</div>
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“See, someone very important to me
bought me this. I tell him not to keep buying me shit, but he doesn’t listen.
He likes to spoil me, even though it makes me uncomfortable—”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
A burger wrapper crumpled under his
foot as he took an aggressive step forward, lips flattening. “Throw. Me. The.
Purse.”</div>
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Her inner demon snarled, eager for
Harper to either slit his throat or do something equally entertaining. Like
shifters, demons had a dualism to the soul. Shifters shared their soul with an
animal. Demons, however, shared theirs with a dark entity—an entity that was
without conscience, possessed a strong sense of entitlement, and lacked both
empathy and the ability to emotionally connect. “Come on, give a girl a break.”</div>
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“Oh, I’ll give you something,” he
said, a lewd gleam in his eyes.</div>
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Like hell he would. A dark yet
protective power unfurled from within her and rushed to her fingertips, making
them prickle. Her demon urged her to release it on the human, but there were
other ways of dealing with him.</div>
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“You don’t want the purse,” she
said in the compelling tone that all sphinxes were gifted with, enabling them
to confuse people. Satisfied when his eyes glazed over, she went on, “You don’t
want to hurt me. You want to drop the gun.” She wished she could compel him to
never do it again or to confess his crimes to the police, but her compulsions
wouldn’t hold that long.</div>
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A car honked in the distance,
making him jump, and the glaze fell from his eyes. “Give me the purse!”</div>
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“This is getting tedious.” She
flinched at a loud bang. Motherfucker. The human had shot at the ground in
front of her feet. She wasn’t sure if he’d purposely missed; she had no
interest in finding out. Before that shaky hand could shoot again, she acted.
Faster than he could ever hope to be, she whipped out her knife, kicked the gun
out of his hand, slammed him into the wall, and put her blade to his throat.</div>
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Breaths quick and shallow, he
stared at her through wide eyes. Well he’d be a lot more scared if she granted
her demon’s request and infused hellfire into the knife. It would be pretty
funny to watch his face go slack, but that would be exposing herself as inhuman
and…and was it just her, or had the temperature dropped seriously quickly? It
was also darkening fast. She looked up. A dark, heavy, ominous-looking cloud
had formed—</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
Harper’s eyes snapped back to the
human as a large, sweaty hand crushed her wrist and sharply yanked it, making
her drop her blade. His free hand wrapped tight around her throat as he spun
them, slamming her into the wall. The breath whooshed out of her lungs. Fisting
her hair, he rammed the back of her skull against the wall, and there was the
sickening sound of bone hitting brick. Spots danced in front of her eyes and a
ringing sound filled her ears.</div>
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“Bitch!” He bit down hard into her
cheek as he roughly tore open her fly.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<i>Motherfucking bastard</i>. She
slapped her palm to his forehead, and the power prickling her fingertips shoved
its way inside him. With an agonized sob, he dropped to his knees and slapped
his hands against his head. A little on the dizzy side, she rapidly blinked.
The bite mark on her cheek was throbbing like a bitch. Watching him whimper
pathetically at her feet, she gently probed the lump that was quickly forming
on the back of her head. Fucking ouch.</div>
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Giving up any pretense of being
human, Harper crouched in front of him. “Do you know why one simple hit to your
body took you down? Because my touch can cause soul-deep pain. I can’t really
empathize, because I’ve never felt it myself. I’m told that the pain burns each
nerve ending, cuts through each organ, slices through each bone and then lances
through the very soul, making it feel like its shattering. Does it?” She was
genuinely curious.</div>
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Eying her with a newfound terror,
he clumsily scrabbled away from her.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
Understandable, really.</div>
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His gaze fell to the gun, but it
was too far away and he was in too much pain to get up.</div>
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“You might as well lose the dream
of shooting me,” she told him, grabbing her cell phone off the floor and
tucking it into her purse. “Now, what should I do with you?”</div>
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A cold wind blew through the air,
flapping her t-shirt and causing her loose hair to whip at her face. Looking
up, she saw that the murky cloud was bigger and darker. The air felt…charged,
somehow. Wary, she slowly stood upright.</div>
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Ping. Ping. Ping.</div>
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Something hard and sharp bounced
off her hand onto the concrete. Wincing, she frowned down at the small white
ball. Hail. “Well, shit.”</div>
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In a matter of moments, a torrent
of icy pellets was raining down on them, stinging the skin of her face and
hands. She shrugged off her jacket and held it over her head. But, like the
rest of her clothes, the material couldn’t protect her from the hard sting of
the hailstones.</div>
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The deluge was <i>deafening</i>.
Each pellet pounded into the ground, hammered into the garbage cans, and
splashed out of the rain puddles. The pellets weren’t big, but the force of
them was bad. They were no doubt chipping windows and denting cars all around.</div>
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Seriously, where the fuck had this
storm come from? One minute the weather was mild, the next there was a
hailstorm and she was freezing. If it was anything like the other recent
strange storms, it would end as abruptly as it had begun.</div>
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She could hear raised voices coming
from the end of the alley; watched as people scrambled to escape the torrent.
She would have followed their lead and run for shelter, but there was good ole
Sparky to consider. She was going to have to do something with the little
bastard, who was now crawling toward the gun, proving yet again that he was
indeed a bastard.</div>
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She kicked it far out of his reach,
and it slid into a slushy puddle.</div>
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With a groan of defeat, he rolled
onto his side and curled up into a fetal position, shielding his face with his
thick arms. Like her, he was wet and his teeth were chattering. Maybe she
should have felt bad for him but, well, she just didn’t. He’d freaking attacked
her.</div>
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A very familiar mind slid against
hers. <i>Harper, where are you?</i></div>
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Even telepathically, her mate’s
voice was like an erotic stroke to her senses. Hell, everything about Knox
Thorne stroked her senses. But seriously, his smoky, velvety rumble was pure
liquid sin.</div>
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<i>Caught in a hailstorm</i>, she
told him. He was no doubt warm and dry in a conference room somewhere in
Chicago.</div>
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<i>I know you’re stuck in the
storm. I want to know where exactly you are.</i></div>
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She frowned, wondering how he could
possibly know. Now that the deluge had abruptly begun to slow, she scooped up
her blade with cold fingers and returned it to the sheath inside her boot.</div>
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<i>Tell me where you are; I’ll come
for you.</i></div>
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Hearing another groan, she looked
down at Sparky. He was shivering even worse than before. And Harper…yeah, she
still wasn’t feeling bad for him. <i>It’s sweet that you’d offer to pyroport
all the way from Chicago, but it’s not necessary. </i>Right now, she wouldn’t
mind having that ability herself – traveling by fire would at least warm her
up.</div>
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<i>I’m at your studio, I’ve been
waiting for you.</i></div>
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Well then it would seem that he’d
cut his business trip short. But why? Uneasy, she asked, <i>Is something wrong?</i></div>
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<i>Harper, where are you?</i></div>
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She narrowed her eyes. <i>You
avoided my question.</i></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<i>You avoided mine.</i></div>
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Well yeah. <i>The storm is actually
easing off. </i>The rumble of pellets had slowed to light individual pings.<i>
You don’t have to come for me.</i></div>
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<i>Harper</i>, he growled.</div>
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<i>Okay, but you have to promise
not to lose your shit</i>. But considering she had bite marks on her cheek, a
goose-egg on her head, and the buttons of her fly had been ripped off, there
was little of chance of that. She wasn’t averse to seeing the sick-ass
motherfucker on the ground die a painful death, but it was never a good thing
for Knox Thorne to lose control.</div>
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Only a handful of people—including
Harper—knew what breed of demon he was. Still, he was both feared and respected
within the demon world since he was rumored to be the most powerful in
existence; a demon that could call on the flames of hell. It was a rumor that
very few knew to be true. And since nothing was impervious to the flames of
hell, he could, literally, destroy the freaking world.</div>
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A vibe of anxiety touched her mind.
<i>Harper, where the fuck are you?</i></div>
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Sighing in resignation, she lowered
her soaking wet jacket. <i>The alley between the ATM and the Deli.</i> An alley
that was now dotted with icy pellets. Well at least it smelled better; ozone
and water beat pigeon shit and grime any day of the week.</div>
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Fire roared to life a few feet
away, causing Sparky to cry out in terror. The fire hissed and spat until the
flames quickly calmed. And there was Knox. Piercing, deep-set ebony eyes locked
on her, and the intense potency of his natural sex appeal swept over her,
causing her body to hum. Well over six feet of danger, power, solid muscle, and
a raw sexual magnetism, Knox Thorne was both a mouthwatering and intimidating
sight.</div>
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As always, he looked like something
out of GQ with his black tailored suit, sexily confident stance, and his short,
dark stylishly cut hair. He exuded an aura of self-assurance that said he could
handle any situation with total ease. At that moment, he was also radiating a
fury that thickened the air. Crap.</div>
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“I’m fine,” she assured him.</div>
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“Nothing about this situation is
fine,” said Knox, stalking toward her. He sounded completely calm. Composed.
Casual. But she knew he was none of those things.</div>
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“What I mean is that I’m okay.”
Albeit wet and cold.</div>
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“You’re soaked, shivering, and
bleeding.” He lightly breezed his warm thumb over the skin beneath the
throbbing marks on her cheek, and his fury became almost tangible. “The human’s
mental shields are weak. I can see what he did to you, I can see what he
planned.” Knox turned to the human, who was now shaking like a shitting dog.
“You’ve mugged and raped many women, haven’t you? Young girls, too. You should
have been put down long before now.”</div>
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Menace stamped into every line of
Knox’s face, he grabbed the human by the throat and lifted him off the floor.
The air chilled even further as his eyes bled to black – his inner demon was
now in control. The entity had claimed her as its mate, though it didn’t ‘care’
for her; it lacked the emotional capacity to do so. But it had formed a very
firm attachment to Harper. It was as possessive and protective as Knox. It
viewed her as something it owned; something it had collected and intended to
keep.</div>
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Glaring at the human through cold
eyes, the demon spoke in a flat, disembodied voice that would give anyone the
chills. “You hurt what belongs to me. No one does that and lives.”</div>
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Hellfire rushed from its hand to
completely engulf the human’s body; it happened so fast that the guy didn’t
have a chance to cry out. Fire crackled and popped as his skin blistered,
melted, and peeled away. Her nose wrinkled at that the God-awful stench of
burning flesh. The alley smelled bad once again.</div>
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As the body slumped in its grip,
the demon dropped him and watched with clinical detachment while it vaporized
right in front of them. Good ole hellfire sure was a bitch.</div>
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Obsidian eyes cut to Harper, still
cold as ever. The demon prowled towards her, and she had to force herself not
to tense. She knew that she was in no danger, but the entity still unnerved the
ever loving shit out of her. It did a slow blink. “You should have called for
me, little sphinx.”</div>
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That made her and her inner demon
bristle. “I handled the situation.”</div>
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One brow slid up. “Pride can be a
weakness.” The demon tapped her lip. “Take better care of what’s mine.” It then
retreated, and Knox’s dark eyes once again held hers. And it was clear to see
that he wasn’t happy. Evidently, he agreed with his demon.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
She sighed. “I was dealing with the
guy just fine on my own. If I’d thought I needed your help, I would have called
for you.”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
Knox slowly splayed his hand around
her throat and circled her pulse with his thumb. “Really?” His tone called her
a liar.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
“Yes. I’m stubborn, not stupid.”</div>
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“Then you’ll have no problem making
me a promise here and now.”</div>
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She didn’t like the sound of that.
“Oh yeah?”</div>
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“Promise me that if you ever need
my help, you’ll call for me.”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
“I told you I will. I meant it.”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
“Then this will be an easy promise
for you to make.”</div>
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Damn, she’d walked right into that
one. “Fine, I promise.”</div>
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“Good girl.” He kissed her, boldly
licking into her mouth. The kiss was as aggressive as it was possessive; she
could taste his anger, his concern, and his determination to keep her safe. He
ended the kiss with a sharp, punishing bite to her lower lip. He wasn’t quite
calm yet.</div>
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A car horn honked, and Knox said,
“Time to go. We need to get you warm.” He guided her to the end of the alley
where a sleek, top-of-the-line Bentley waited. Well, that was the kind of thing
you could afford when you were a billionaire who owned a chain of hotels,
casinos, restaurants, security firms, and bars.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
Like all demons, Knox hid in plain
sight, blending in easily with humans. Their kind often sought jobs that
granted them power, control, challenges, and respect. Many were entrepreneurs,
stock brokers, CEOs, politicians, bankers, surgeons, lawyers, police officers,
and celebrities. Harper wasn’t so big on power, but she did enjoy the
challenges of co-owning a tattoo studio.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
Knox was as influential in the
demon world as he was in the human world. He was a powerful Prime of a fairly
large lair that spanned most of Nevada and a good portion of California. In
addition, he owned a subterranean version of the Las Vegas strip known as the
Underground. It was a busy place, given that demons were impulsive, forever
restless, suffered from instant gratification issues, and had a bad habit of
trying to deal with their oppressive boredom using cheap thrills.</div>
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Levi, one of Knox’s sentinels,
opened the rear door of the Bentley for them. He didn’t look much happier with
her than Knox did. “What the fuck happened to your face?” he growled, gunmetal
gray eyes flaring with anger.</div>
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She gave the tall, powerfully built
reaper a bright smile and slung her wet jacket at him. “Never say I don’t give
you anything.” As she and Knox slid into the backseat, she turned to her mate
and said, “You’re back early from your trip.”</div>
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His expression didn’t alter at all,
but his hesitation to answer he spoke volumes.</div>
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“Something happened. What is it?”</div>
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He took her hand in his. “It’s
Carla. She’s missing.”</div>
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Harper's stomach rolled. Carla
Hayden was a sphinx and a member of their lair. She was also Harper's mother.</div>
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Hey everyone,<br />
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I just wanted to share my new trailer for the Dark in You Series! I was originally going to have a trailer made for the second book, Blaze, which will be released 1st September. But I thought about how great it would be to have a trailer that gives an insight into the setting of the series itself. I absolutely love it and have to applaud the producer for somehow managing to create this when you can't really provide visuals for psychic gifts and anchor bonds and all that jazz.<br />
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I hope you like it!!!<br />
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<br />Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-45822000615536752382016-05-10T01:44:00.001-07:002016-05-10T01:44:37.871-07:00Savage Urges Bonus Material
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just a quick reminder that the deadline for receiving the
Bonus Material Pack is fast approaching! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyone who wishes to receive it (includes a deleted scene
from Savage Urges, a Behind the Book commentary, a short story for Jaime and
Dante, and a sneak peek at the second in the Mercury Pack series, Force of
temptation) just send proof of purchase of Savage Urges – a receipt, email
order confirmation, or a snapshot of the book in your library – to my assistant
at </span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">askmelissa@outlook.com</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The offer will stay open until 11:59pm Tuesday 10</span><sup><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-17633784231165757672016-05-02T07:14:00.001-07:002016-05-02T07:14:15.511-07:00Savage Urges is Released Tomorrow!
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cant believe the day is almost here! This is the fifth book of the Phoenix Pack series and tells Ryan's story.<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span>I’ll include the synopsis and an excerpt in this post so
you can take a peek. I’ll be celebrating on Facebook tomorrow, so I hope you’ll
come. There will be giveaways and a chance to receive bonus material. I like to
do giveaways, but it seems sad that so many people get involved and only a
handful win something. As such, I’ve created a Bonus Material Pack. It contains
a Behind the Book commentary, a deleted scene, a short story for Jaime and
Dante, and a sneak peek at the second instalment of the Mercury Pack Series,
which will be released in autumn. The Bonus Material Pack will be available for
the first week of the book’s release. To get it, all you have to do is send
proof of purchase to an email address that I will post on Facebook tomorrow
morning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Here’s the synopsis for Savage Urges...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She’s a lone wolf with a cause.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As a volunteer at a shelter for lone shifters—the same one
that rescued her—Makenna Wray has dedicated her life to finding homes for its
residents. And when she discovers that a teen in her care is related to Ryan
Conner, the broody, handsome-as-sin enforcer of the Phoenix Pack, she’s eager
to help connect the two. She just wasn’t prepared to feel a connection of her
own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lone wolves are loners for a reason—and most of them bad. Or
so Ryan assumes until he meets the mysterious Makenna. Quirky and sensual, she
seems to enjoy riling him, especially when she refuses to discuss her past.
Although there is no mating bond, he’s sure she’s the one. All he has to do is
be patient and wait. But when another pack’s sinister Alpha comes sniffing
around, threatening Makenna and her shelter, this enforcer is ready to let his
wolf off the leash…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Read on to check out an excerpt of the book…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Stalking people was so boring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At least the view was attractive. Smoky black eyes, a strong
jaw, broad shoulders, and impressive abs that she could see right through his
dark-gray tee. The angles of his face were hard, rough, and dangerous, matching
his menacing frown. He was incredibly hot, if you liked the broody, rugged
type, which Makenna totally did. Especially when that male exuded strength and
confidence with every step he took.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ryan Conner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Whenever she found potential guardians for loners, she
researched them, scouting the Internet for information and asking questions of
her many sources. The guy was a respected enforcer within a powerful pack and
was well known for being a seriously talented tracker. All good things. He’d
been described as stoic, dauntless, cold. But Makenna often had feelings about
people—she was good at reading them, good at seeing past masks and shields—and
she had a very good feeling about Ryan Conner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Since she had more chance of talking with him in a public
place than being permitted on his territory, she’d followed his Chevy to a
small line of stores in town. And now, parked at the far side of the lot, she
watched impatiently as he stood by his car talking on his cell phone. Her plan
was pretty simple: the moment he put away his cell, she’d approach him,
introduce herself, explain the issue, and . . . and now he was walking away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She grimaced as he disappeared down an alley, out of sight.
Crap. Could nothing be simple anymore?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hopping out of her Mustang, Makenna crossed the lot, traced
the path he’d taken, walked into the alley, and—</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where the fuck had he gone?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She moved a little farther into the alley, stepping into the
shadows. It was empty. Well, that was totally shit. Now she’d have to—</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A large, warm, calloused hand suddenly curled around her
throat from behind as a solid body propelled her forward, caging her against
the brick wall; the rough surface grazed her palms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A hot mouth was then at her ear. “Why are you following me?”
It was a menacing rumble.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And just like that, at the feel of his breath against her
ear and the sound of that gravelly voice, lust slammed into her. The reaction
was instant, elemental, and totally unwanted. Sometimes being a naturally
sexual creature was very inconvenient. “You know, there aren’t many people who
can creep up on me. You’re good.” He hadn’t made a single sound. Makenna was
good at stealth, but not that good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For a moment, he didn’t respond, and she had the feeling
she’d surprised him. He grunted, “Answer my question.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Did he think that gruff tone would scare her? It probably
should. Especially since she had well over six feet of untamed power
practically curled around her from behind. With her slim build fitting into the
groove between his broad shoulders and her head resting just beneath his chin,
she felt totally surrounded.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her wolf should have felt threatened. She didn’t though as
she was a little distracted by the dark animal energy that hummed beneath his
skin and his delicious scent: rich hazelnut, smoky sandalwood, and a dark
sexuality. Makenna could admit it was rather distracting. “Sure thing. But I’ll
need you to release me first.” In truth, she could easily escape his hold. But
it would serve her best to let him believe she was helpless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I’ll release you when you answer me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I just need to talk to you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“So talk.” His thumb circled her throat in a movement that
was surprisingly arousing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Look, I’m on a bit of a schedule here—”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Who sent you? What pack are you from?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If she revealed she was a lone wolf this early in the
conversation, she’d most likely be sent on her way. “Nobody sent me. I just
need to speak with you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A pause. “You have five minutes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I’m gonna need at least ten.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I mean you have five minutes to convince me not to snap
this pretty little neck.” He punctuated that with a flex of his grip.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She sensed that he wasn’t kidding. Well, of course he
wasn’t. She was a perfect stranger, she’d been following him, and he had all the
instincts of an enforcer. A threat to an enforcer was a threat to their pack.
As such, they would never hesitate in eliminating one. “Hey, if you really want
me to walk away, fine. But then you’ll never know what was so important to make
me trail you like this.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He grunted. It was a sound that said, “So?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Damian Lewis was your cousin. Correct?” He didn’t respond,
but she knew she was right. “As I’m sure you know, he died six years ago. His
mate died shortly after, unable to survive the breaking of the mating bond,
leaving their son to the care of their pack.” She licked her lips. “Zac left
his pack six months ago, and he point-blank refuses to return. He’s been
staying at a shelter for loners for the past four months.” Ryan still said
nothing. “Are you going to let go of me now?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“No.” He circled his thumb over her throat again, increasing
the buzz of arousal beneath her skin. “What does this have to do with you? Are
you from his pack?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“No, I’m a volunteer at the shelter.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He growled, “You’re a loner?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As his grip tightened—not enough to hurt but enough to
reassert his dominance—Makenna sighed. “Okay, I get it. You’re a big, bad,
scary wolf, and your proverbial dick is bigger than mine. I’m officially
intimidated.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Really?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">His mouth moved even closer to her ear, until he was almost
nibbling on her lobe. “That’s a lie. I don’t like it when people lie to me.
Don’t do it again.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Spiral of Need, the first in the Mercury Pack series, has been released today!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you're interested, read on for an excerpt from chapter one:</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing like being accused of attempted murder to complete a
girl’s Friday evening.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alyssa “Ally” Marshall kept her expression carefully blank as
she stared at the two wolf shifters sitting across from her. For at least an
hour the enforcers had kept her detained in an empty room of the pack house
before finally joining her, only to look at her as though she were a perfect
stranger as opposed to one of their pack mates.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She knew why they had left her alone for so long. Shifters
didn’t do well with enclosed spaces. Placing her in a small room, bare except
for three chairs and a desk, was obviously supposed to increase her discomfort
and make her wolf feel trapped and isolated.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It worked, but Ally had fought hard not to show it. Fought
hard to keep her pacing wolf from losing her shit. And fought hard to suppress
the memories of the last time she’d felt so trapped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then the mind games had begun.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">First Greg and Clint had tried the good cop/bad cop routine,
which she’d found rather insulting to her intelligence. So while Good Cop Greg
had done his best to convince her that he was her savior and Bad Cop Clint had
been browbeating and antagonistic, Ally had remained calm as she firmly stated
the facts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Instead of listening to what she had to say and considering
her side of the story, they had tried twisting her words. And she’d quickly
realized that they hadn’t brought her into this room to hear her version of the
events. They had already made up their minds that she was guilty; what they
wanted was a confession.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">At that point, she’d demanded that they summon their Alpha
but was told that Matt was talking with Ally’s supposed victim and wouldn’t be
joining them. That was when Ally turned silent. She wasn’t going to give them
anything more to use against her. No matter how much psychological pressure
they put on her, Ally refused to crack. She didn’t flinch, she didn’t lose her
temper, and she didn’t evade eye contact. As they stared at her, she stared
right back. Her wolf approved of her resilience, though the animal would find
much more satisfaction in scalping the bastards with her claws. It wasn’t a bad
idea, really.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Greg had then turned from good cop into
frustrated-as-all-shit cop, sighing and growling. And Clint had gone from bad
cop to on-the-verge-of-snapping cop, slamming his hands on the table and
aggressively invading her personal space. Ally was the only one in the room
projecting an outward calm . . . and that was just irritating them even more.
How grand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Do you have any idea how bad this could get for you, Ally?”
Greg leaned forward. “Matt is going to be supremely pissed. You’re facing an
execution here. Tell us the truth, and we can help you. We’ll reduce the
penalty to banishment from the pack.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She snorted. Even if they did want to help her, they didn’t
have the authority to decide penalties.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Continuing to maintain your innocence is pointless,” stated
Clint, rising from his seat. “We have evidence”—no, they didn’t— “and we have
witnesses.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What they had were the words of some asshole kids who had
been detained in this room more times than anyone could count.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Greg folded his arms across his chest. “You said those boys
approached you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No, she hadn’t. She’d said they surrounded her when she left
her cabin mere seconds after she’d realized that not only had someone broken
into the cabin while she was gone, but they had totally ransacked it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Greg went on. “You also said you’re certain that those boys
made a mess in your home.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Personally, she wouldn’t call breaking her furniture,
slashing her clothes, spray-painting insults on her walls, smashing her TV, and
slinging the contents of the refrigerator around her home a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">mess</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“But according to the eight youths, they were just hanging
around, minding their own business, when you came at them and accused them of
breaking into your cabin.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Which, of course, was a load of cock
and bull.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“They claim that they assured you that they weren’t
responsible for the damage.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Another lie. In truth, they had delighted in confessing their
involvement when they crowded her, laughingly informing her that Rachelle had
put them up to it. And who was Rachelle? Only the delegate of Satan. She also
happened to be the pack’s Beta female.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“They insist that you refused to listen, that you persisted
in accusing them of breaking into your home at Rachelle’s request. Then you
stated, ‘I’m going to kill her!’ before running off.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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Multiple times. Had she spoken them aloud? Not even once, because Ally didn’t
bother with threats or warnings. She much preferred to challenge her foe, get
the fight over with, and then go on about her day. But she’d resisted the urge
to challenge Rachelle for several reasons— mostly because it was exactly what
Rachelle wanted. Ally had no intention of giving that crazy heifer anything.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Clint came to Ally’s side, resting his hands on the table. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You </i>say that you headed for the pack
house, looking for Matt, only to find that the place was empty. But, see, I
don’t buy that, sweetheart.” His eyes drilled into her as his upper lip curled.
“I think you knew that our Alpha would be of no help to you, knew that he would
take Rachelle’s side over yours.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only one thing about his theory was true: Matt probably <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">would </i>take Rachelle’s side.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“So then you decided to take the matter into your own hands,
didn’t you?” Clint’s voice turned harder, louder, browbeating. “You did exactly
as Rachelle claims: you tracked her down and attacked her from behind, slashing
her back, giving her no chance to defend herself.” He slowly stalked to Ally’s
other side as he continued, “She quickly righted herself and whirled on you,
didn’t she? That was when you sucker punched her, knocking her out, and ran
like the coward you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Her wolf growled, insulted by the “coward” comment. Ally
wanted to snort. If she’d wanted to kill Rachelle, she’d have gone at her from
the front. And she’d have made sure she finished the job. Since she’d joined
the Collingwood Pack two years ago, Ally had only been involved in two duels.
Both times, Ally had won. She fought hard and dirty, but she did<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> not </i>attack from behind. And she did <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not </i>run off like a coward. No
self-respecting dominant wolf would.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“You were jealous because you lost Zeke to her,” charged
Clint with a taunting smirk, “and you thought that if she was out of the picture,
you would get him back.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Even if she had wanted Zeke back, killing Rachelle wouldn’t
have achieved it. Since it was rare for shifters to survive the death of a
mate, Zeke would most likely have died right along with her. As such, Clint’s
allegation couldn’t be more pathetic. And because Ally had a terrible habit of
accidentally speaking her thoughts aloud, she mocked, “Wow, you cracked this
case <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wide</i> open.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Clint flushed from the neck up, but after a moment he gave a
careless shrug. “It’s your word against Rachelle’s.” His tone made it clear
that Ally’s word meant jack shit. Unfortunately, that was true.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The past few months had sucked big-time. It had been a blow
when her boyfriend found his true mate, but Ally was happy for Zeke. She had
been nothing but welcoming and respectful to his mate, but the female had
loathed her from minute one. Ally had felt the hate pouring from her in
waves—literally. Being highly empathetic came with the Seer package.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Her intuition had told her that Rachelle Lavin was going to
be trouble . . . and it had been right. Despite Zeke not hesitating to claim
Rachelle as his mate, the female had immediately embarked on a hate campaign
with Ally as the target.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ally had been shocked when Zeke berated her a few months ago
for supposedly insulting his mate. Confused and riled, she’d sought out
Rachelle . . . playing right into the woman’s hands, she later realized.
Everyone had witnessed her yelling at her Beta female, who had remained calm
and cool as she rebuked Ally and gave her pitying looks for her “jealousy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #181717; font-family: inherit;">That was when the “Ally’s jealous” tripe had started. And she
had quickly found that there wasn’t a good defense against that seventh-grade
insult. If Ally ignored it, she was jealous. If she responded with a smart
comeback, she was jealous. If she got pissed and told them to go eat shit, she
was not only jealous but bitter too.</span></span></div>
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Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-36142883419418504552015-07-01T03:10:00.003-07:002015-07-01T03:10:35.356-07:00NEW RELEASE NOW LIVE ON AMAZON!!'BURN', the first in my <i>The Dark in You Series</i>, is now live on Amazon!<br />
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For anyone who hasn't read the synopsis or an excerpt, you can check them out in the post below.<br />
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Amazon.co.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/BURN-Dark-You-Book-1-ebook/dp/B010P3660O/<br />
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Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/BURN-Dark-You-Book-1-ebook/dp/B010P3660O/<br />
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Suzanne :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-24473263516797101082015-06-25T09:18:00.001-07:002015-06-25T09:18:24.077-07:00Upcoming Release!'BURN', the first in my new <i>The Dark in You Series</i>, will be released in just six days! Time has flown! It follows the story of demon Knox Thorne, who was featured in 'Consumed.'<br />
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Here's the synopsis:<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Part of a small demon lair in North Las Vegas,
tattooist Harper Wallis lives a pretty simple life. That changes overnight when
she discovers that her psychic mate, or ‘anchor’, is a guy who’s rumored to be
the most powerful demon in existence. Compelling, full of secrets and armed
with raw sexuality, Knox Thorne is determined to claim her as his anchor,
creating a psychic bond that will prevent their inner demons from ever turning
rogue. The billionaire also wants Harper in his bed. She’s not so sure she
wants either of those things. No one seems to know what breed of demon Knox is,
only that he’s more dangerous than anything she’s ever before encountered. But
he refuses to walk away. And when an unknown danger starts closing in on Harper,
it seems that Knox is the only one who can keep her safe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As Prime of his Las Vegas lair and a successful
businessman, Knox Thorne is used to being in control. He’s also used to people
fearing and obeying him. Harper does neither, which unexpectedly amuses him.
Unpredictable, elusive, and complex, she draws Knox and his inner demon like
nothing ever has. Knox is used to getting what he wants, and he wants Harper.
He’ll have her, and he’ll keep her safe from the threat that looms over her.
Because Knox protects what’s his. He won’t allow anyone to take her from him.
Even if it will mean letting the demon inside him rise and wreak the havoc it
was created to make.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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If you're interested, here's an excerpt from chapter one:</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Inhaling deeply,
Harper slipped inside…and found herself fighting the urge to stare in awe at
the tall, imposing figure standing behind a glass desk. Deep-set dark eyes that
matched the color of his hair locked on Harper, and the intensity there rocked
her. Her body instantly responded. Molten lust licked at her, making her
breasts ache, her nipples harden, and every inch of her skin suddenly feel hypersensitive.
<i>Well, shit</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">All demons had
natural sex appeal, and she’d heard that Knox’s effect was more potent than
most, but Harper still hadn’t been prepared for the sheer impact of him. He
radiated alpha energy, projected a raw sexual magnetism that would make any
girl sensually starving. As she took in his bold stare, powerful stance, and
air of self-possession, lots of words came to mind: Powerful. Forceful.
Confident. Controlled. Dauntless. Determined. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Damn if it didn’t
make him intimidating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Refusing to buckle
under the force of it all, Harper shut the door and waited. He said nothing.
Didn’t greet her. Didn’t invite her to sit. Just stared at her with that dark,
penetrating gaze that was sizing her up, and the atmosphere seemed to thicken
with tension. But there was no chance that she would avert her eyes. This was a
test of her strength, and she wasn’t prepared to fail it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Finally, looking
like he’d just stepped out of a GQ magazine, Knox slowly rounded the desk and
walked towards her. No, walked wasn’t the right word. He breezed, glided –
moved with an animal grace that demanded attention and could easily keep it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her inner demon
froze, feeling threatened by this male that exuded danger. And he <i>was </i>dangerous – it was apparent in the
way he moved, in his posture, in the tension coiled in his muscles that rippled
beneath his black suit. She would bet that suit cost more than her entire
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He tilted his head, those dark eyes still locked on her. He was even more
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Harper Wallis.”
It worried her that he unnerved her demon, who was rarely rattled by anything.
To Harper’s utter frustration, she couldn’t get a read on him, couldn’t
identify what breed of demon he was. But every instinct she had told her to
tread carefully; that she was in the presence of a very powerful predator. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Harper Wallis.”
He didn’t say her name, he tasted it. Tasted it with a voice that was like
smoke, whiskey, and velvet. And Harper knew she’d be entertaining some seriously
dirty fantasies about him later. She sure hoped he couldn’t read her thoughts –
now, that would be embarrassing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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offended when he didn’t hold out his hand to shake hers. Demons were tactile,
psychic, sexual creatures, but they were also very selective in who they gave
permission to touch them. “Nice to meet you, I guess.” She didn’t sound at all
genuine. And for some odd reason, that made his mouth curve into a crooked
smile which caused her libido to do the fandango. Great.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">From April 10th - April 16th, 'Here Be Sexist Vampires (the Deep
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Hi! With just under two weeks left to go until the
release of DARK INSTINCTS, the fourth in the Phoenix Pack series, I have set up
two giveaway competitions on my website.</span></div>
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The first is for a signed paperback copy of DARK INSTINCTS. I have 12 to give
away. <span style="background: white;">The competition will run until 5:00pm
7th April 2015 (UK time) and the winners will be announced on my website on the
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The second giveaway is for an ebook ARC of DARK INSTINCTS. There are 20 to
give away. The competition will close 11:59pm 4th April 2015 (UK time), and I
will announce the winners on my website on 5th April 2015, at which time I'll
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Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-60590394508660960232015-03-16T09:29:00.000-07:002015-03-16T09:29:21.425-07:00Book Blitz for Dark InstinctsHey everyone, hope you're well, let me just begin by saying this message isn't just for bloggers. I'm soon doing a book blitz for Dark Instincts, the fourth in the Phoenix Pack Series, which is released on April 7, 2015. The whole point of the blitz is to have some fun and create awareness of the book - anyone with a Facebook or Twitter account or a blog of any kind is able to do that. So, whoever you are and whatever you do, if you feel like joining in the fun and taking part in the book blitz just by sharing links, the cover, the synopsis, an excerpt or even some Q & A, you can contact me by email and I'll send you whatever you need: suzanne_e_wright@live.co.uk or using either Facebook or Twitter.<br />
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Suzanne-Wright/1392617144284756<br />
Twitter: https://twitter.com/suz_wright<br />
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Take care!<br />
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S :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-25285768469752140702015-03-10T02:22:00.002-07:002015-03-10T02:22:17.891-07:00ARCs of Dark Instincts (The Phoenix Pack Series, book 4)<div class="ecxmsoplaintext" style="background: white; line-height: 15.95pt; margin-bottom: 16.2pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
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Instincts is now available for reviewers, bloggers, librarians, media
professionals, booksellers, educators, and bookstore buyers to download advance
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Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-45569239206552049252015-01-01T06:03:00.000-08:002015-01-01T06:03:14.505-08:00HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!Best of luck to all of you for 2015! Only four months until the release of 'Dark Instincts'. In case you haven't already seen the cover...<br />
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Sorry this post will be short and sweet, but I have to go back to the cave. Working hard on Derren's story for the first instalment of the new and upcoming Mercury Pack Series, and I'm almost halfway done.<br />
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Take care everyone!<br />
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S :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-89130433164467771492014-12-12T05:14:00.001-08:002014-12-12T05:14:25.284-08:00It's Release Day for 'Consumed'!This book is the fourth in The Deep in Your Veins series. It is Ava and Salem's story, and starts a few months after Sam and Jared - who are huge background characters - ascended. Just to warn all of you who are terribly fond of Sam and Jared...be aware that Ava and Salem are very different. Ava is very impish and cheery (though also deadly), and Salem is surly and not in the least bit chatty. Here is the synopsis:<br />
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make: should she accept the invitation of the Grand High Master Vampires and
join their legion? It will mean leaving behind her brother and her home. It
will also mean working with Pagori vampire, Salem McCauley. Unlike the majority
of vampirekind, she doesn’t fear Mr. Tall, Blond, and Dauntless…even if he does
have some psychopathic traits. In fact, he has a raw sexuality that tempts her
to drop her ‘no relationships’ rule and give him exactly what he wants from her
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or cheery. Yet he wants Ava with a desperation that’s bordering on obsession.
And shockingly, she doesn’t look at him like others do – you know, like they
fear he’ll rip out their spinal cord for fun. Now that the legion will be busy
hunting the players involved in the creation of an illegal vampiric brothel,
there’s no time for pursuing Ava. But Salem makes time, because he never denies
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Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-59932941703735234622014-09-25T09:03:00.000-07:002014-09-25T09:03:02.411-07:00Upcoming ReleasesThe fourth installment of the Deep in Your Veins series, 'Consumed', will be released 12th December 2014. This is Ava and Salem's story, with Sam and Jared being dominant background characters. The book cover and synopsis is coming soon, and I'll be posting teasers on Facebook and Twitter.<br />
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Also, the fourth in the Phoenix Pack series 'Dark Instincts' will be released 7th April 2015. This centers around Marcus and Roni. As with 'Consumed', the book cover and synopsis is coming soon. <br />
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One last thing...I'm also working on the first installment of The Mercury Pack Series, which is a spin-off series from the Phoenix Pack. This book is Derren's story, and will be released late 2015.<br />
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Take care, everyone!<br />
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S :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-37713079613185036222014-07-02T02:48:00.000-07:002014-07-02T02:48:47.008-07:00Just to Say...I'm going to be unreachable until Monday 7th July as I'll (and I say this with both excitement and sheer terror) be attending an author signing event in Scotland. <br />
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In preparation...<br />
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Remind myself not to curse like a sailor. <em>Check</em>.<br />
Attempt to put a stranglehold on my faulty mind-to-mouth filter. <em>Check</em>.<br />
Remember that not everyone appreciates sarcasm. <em>Check</em>.<br />
Order myself not to hide under the table out of the pressure of needing to appear normal. <em>Check</em>.<br />
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Maybe I'm being a little advantageous here.<br />
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Take care, S :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-1589546609080455412014-06-25T11:37:00.001-07:002014-06-25T11:37:09.192-07:00Hey There, 2 ThingsOne, with regret, I have to inform you that 'Here Be Sexist Vampires' won't be included in the 'Tall, Dark and Supernatural Anthology'. The electronic size of the anthology was much too big, so myself and another author - Kendall Grey - volunteered to pull out. I still urge you all to buy the anthology as the authors featured in it are very talented people.<br />
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Two...it's happened again. Someone illegally copied one of my books onto a website, only changing the characters' names, and claimed it was theirs. Not only is it devastating, but it's scary because if this has happened to me twice when I have only written 7 books, the law of probability says this kind of copyright infringement is common. That's definitely a scary thought. <br />
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Even scarier, I might never have known about this if it hadn't been for a fanfiction reader who found it suspicious that the names in the story kept changing from Rachel to Jaxxon, and Noah to Connor. A google search of the names Jaxxon and Connor led her to my website, and I now worship this woman. So please, if anyone has, or ever does, find themselves a little suspicious like that, don't ignore it.<br />
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Take care all,<br />
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S :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-91614940123385532812014-06-13T06:49:00.002-07:002014-06-13T06:49:58.845-07:00So excited about this...<div style="text-align: center;">
From 3rd July, 'Here Be Sexist Vampires' will be featured in a boxed set of e-books titled 'Tall, Dark and Supernatural', which includes stories by Lisa Olsen, Kendall Grey, Elizabeth Hunter, Gina Whitney, S. E. Lund, Michelle A. Valentine, Belinda Boring, Kim Grosso, and S. L. Jennings. </div>
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Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-56029195126393112122014-04-08T07:38:00.002-07:002014-04-08T07:38:46.317-07:00There's Going to be a Fourth Phoenix Pack Book!I'm delighted to announce that there will in fact be another addition to the series. The book will center around Roni and Marcus, which I'm sure won't be a surprise to those who have read 'Carnal Secrets'. I've already got started on the book, which I'm having so much fun writing. I can't reveal much about the story, but suffice it to say that smooth-talking Marcus is finding charming Roni - who's much like a solitary wild animal in nature - a challenge, but one he's totally enjoying. <br />
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I know many are interested in reading Dominic's story, but he's just not ready for his mate yet. His time will come, and we will laugh as the mated males give him shit in retaliation.<br />
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I don't have a release date for the fourth book just yet, but I will post it when I do. I'd imagine it will be sometime in late Spring 2015, but that's a guess on my part. Yes, I know it seems like a long wait; the publishing process is a lengthy one.<br />
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I just want to say thank you to all those who have been so supportive of the series! It means a great deal to me, and I truly appreciate it.<br />
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Take care,<br />
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SuzanneSuzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-19070485395483486522013-12-23T05:45:00.000-08:002013-12-23T05:45:19.580-08:00Short Christmas StoryHey everyone, I wrote a short story that gives a quick glimpse of the Phoenix Pack on Christmas Eve. It centers around Dante and Jaime, but it features the rest of the pack. If you'd like to take a look, read on.<br />
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bedroom, Dante stumbled over something and almost fell flat on his face.
Glancing down, he wasn’t surprised to find a stray shoe. “Jaime!” From her spot
on the floor amidst rolls of wrapping paper, tags, ribbons, and a pile of
gift-wrapped boxes, she lifted her head and presented him with a bright smile
that always hit him straight in the gut. Ignoring the sensation, he glowered.
“Do you want me to fall and break my neck, is that it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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mate – and inwardly laughing her ass off – Jaime replied, “I’ve thought about
it.” When he picked up her shoe and pointed it at her, she sensed a lecture coming.
“Lay off, Popeye. I’ve been using the shoe rack.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Yeah, to put CDs on.”
He gestured at the sporadically placed shoes. In honesty, the mess bothered him
more than repeatedly tripping over. “Why do you have to scatter them
everywhere?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Stop obsessing over
it.” Smiling again, she jumped to her feet. “That’s everything wrapped. You’re
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Fully intending to spank
her ass later, Dante helped her carry the gifts through the network of tunnels.
In the living area, most of the pack was seated on the large sectional sofa,
watching <i>The Grinch. </i>Taryn was playing on the floor with baby Kye while </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Trey was stood frowning
at the tree, telling Ryan, “I just don’t understand the purpose of it.” He had
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gifts under the tree, Jaime stood upright to find that Dominic had come to her
side, wearing a flirtatious grin and holding mistletoe over her head. “Oh for
God’s sake.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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when Dante snatched it. “All I want for Christmas is you, Jaime.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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don’t make me hurt you. Again.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Come on, Jaime, would you really deprive me – your favorite person ever – of
the thing I want most?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“How could you be so
selfish and</span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">¾</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">? Ow!” Rubbing the back of his head, he scowled
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Rolling her eyes, Jaime
turned away from them and noticed that Kye had crawled to Ryan and was tugging
on the leg of his jeans. The little guy had taken an extreme liking to the
enforcer. Looking awkward, Ryan reached down, gripped the back of Kye’s
sweater, and lifted him. Blowing bubbles, Kye grabbed Ryan’s nose. Wincing,
Ryan tried handing the baby to Trey, but Kye wasn’t prepared to release his new
toy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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soft spot for you, Ryan.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Greta huffed at Taryn
and gestured at the fairy lights decorating the room. “Is all this really
necessary? I’m starting to get a migraine from all the twinkling.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Taryn smiled sweetly. “I
suppose if you’ve lived to see over three hundred Christmas days come and go,
it’s hard to get excited anymore. On another note, did you remember to put
wrinkle cream on your list?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Why does it have to be
me?” Tao’s whine had everyone’s head swiveling. Dressed as Santa, he was shoved
into the room by Trick and Marcus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Trick looked at him
impatiently. “Stop moaning! It’s for Kye. It’s his first Christmas.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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on a cookie. “Yeah, now go and do…whatever Santas do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">With a long suffering
sigh, Tao made his way to Kye. But no matter how much Tao fussed over him, the
kid just frowned a very Alpha-like frown at him, totally unimpressed. Then he
grabbed Tao’s nose and pinched hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Tao jerked backwards.
“Ow! I’ll swear he just grunted.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dante turned to Jaime,
only to find that she was bending over and adjusting the position of a bauble.
And that was when he noticed it. His whole body tightened. The second she was
upright, he cupped her elbow and whispered into her ear, “We need to be alone <i>now.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Confused and curious,
Jaime allowed him to lead her out of the living area. It was quickly apparent
that he was leading her to their bedroom. Once they were inside, he slammed the
door closed, pushed her up against it, and swerved her around. “What the</span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">¾</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Lifting up her t-shirt
and jerking her jeans down slightly, Dante released a low groan and ran his
finger along the white fur that lined his mate’s panties. Ignoring her
indignant huffs and slapping hands, he stripped her down to her underwear in
seconds and then twisted her to face him. He raked his gaze over her, feeling
his mouth dry up at the sight of her in the red lacy, fur-lined underwear.
“Damn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“It was supposed to be a
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I think you should
reward me for being a good boy this year and let me unwrap you early.” He
pulled her against him and nipped her neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">She snorted. “A good
boy? Considering the things you do to me in that bed, you must be constantly on
the naughty list. But don’t worry – ‘nice’ bores me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Glad to hear it, since
you’re stuck with me. Even though I suspect you’re trying to break my neck, I’m
keeping you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jaime locked her arms
around his neck. “And even though you’re a total neat freak who likes to
control everything around him, I’m keeping you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">He smiled against her
mouth. “That’s good, because I intend to love you and irritate you for the rest
of our lives.” He kissed her. “I say we don’t leave this room again until
morning. After all, it’s important to celebrate our first Christmas as a mated
couple in style.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“In style, huh. I can go
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“But first…” His
expression turned pained. “Do you think you could put all your shoes on the
rack?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh for the love of all
that’s</span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">¾</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">! Therapy, you need <i>therapy</i>!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Over 50 authors have participated in this tour and I've had great fun taking part! There is a fabulous prize giveaway, and the grand prize is a Kindle 7'' HD Fire 100 books.</div>
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As part of the tour, a joint interview featuring Taryn, Trey, Sam and Jared together will be posted on 20th October. Alli from <a href="http://www.aliisbookjungle.com/">Ali's Book Jungle</a> was great to work with and we had lots of fun doing it. There'll also be an author interview <i>and </i>a small excerpt from 'Carnal Secrets: The Phoenix Pack Series, Book Three'.</div>
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Also, an 28th October, a short Halloween scene taking place on Phoenix Pack territory will be posted on the <span style="color: #c02942; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.readingbetweenthewinesbookclub.com/"><span id="goog_1709811275"></span>Reading Between the Wine</a></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.readingbetweenthewinesbookclub.com/">s</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><span id="goog_1709811276"></span></a> </span>book club blog. It's always great fun writing about the Phoenix wolves. Trey, Taryn, Jaime, Dante, Kye, Marcus, and Greta are most prominent in the scene.</div>
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Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-43350516096730762013-10-03T06:59:00.001-07:002013-10-03T06:59:31.978-07:00Carnal Secrets Cover RevealAt last we have it!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is the cover for the third installment of The Phoenix Pack series! For anyone who hasn't already read the synopsis, I'll include it here. The release date February 11, 2014 still seems so far away, but it will most likely fly by.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">A pack Alpha and his estranged, true mate wrestle with painful secrets, ruthless enemies, and their own irresistible attraction, in the sexy third book of the Phoenix Pack series.</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Half-shifter Shaya Critchley may hold a submissive role in her pack, but she’s done taking orders. After her Al</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;">pha wolf mate refused to claim her—but committed to interfering in her life—she took off. Now she hides from him, posing as a human in a town full of anti-shifter extremist groups. She thinks he’ll never find her again, and that suits her just fine. But she’s wrong.<br /><br />Nick Axton can barely control his feelings for Shaya, but he could never claim her—not if he truly cares for her. The degenerative brain condition he keeps secret would ultimately leave her with a burden rather than a mate. But when Shaya runs away, Nick can’t bear the thought of never seeing her again. After tracking her down, he discovers Shaya’s feisty and passionate side in the process…a side he’d never seen before.<br /><br />Under the menacing gazes of territorial local packs and violent human extremists, Nick vows to finally claim the spirited Shaya…and despite her initial resistance, Shaya just might find his fiery determination to be the ultimate aphrodisiac.</span></span><br />
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Now I need to get back to Sam and Jared - I'm currently working on the third in The Deep in Your Veins series.<br />
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Suzanne :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-40675058446726740432013-08-31T14:37:00.000-07:002013-08-31T14:37:59.604-07:00Calling all fans of the Phoenix Pack...Hey everyone, hope you're all doing great. I finally got the go-ahead from the marketing team to release the synopsis for 'Carnal Secrets', the third book of the Phoenix Pack series (yay!) which will be released Feb 11, 2014. The cover should also be coming in a few weeks and I absolutely can't bloody wait. Once I have it, I'll put it up here. Anyway...here's the synopsis, enjoy:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">A pack Alpha and his estranged, true mate wrestle with painful secrets, ruthless enemies, and their own irresistible attraction, in the sexy third book of the Phoenix Pack series.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Half-shifter Shaya Critchley may hold a submissive role in her pack, but she’s done taking orders. After her Al</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">pha wolf mate refused to claim her—but committed to interfering in her life—she took off. Now she hides from him, posing as a human in a town full of anti-shifter extremist groups. She thinks he’ll never find her again, and that suits her just fine. But she’s wrong.<br /><br />Nick Axton can barely control his feelings for Shaya, but he could never claim her—not if he truly cares for her. The degenerative brain condition he keeps secret would ultimately leave her with a burden rather than a mate. But when Shaya runs away, Nick can’t bear the thought of never seeing her again. After tracking her down, he discovers Shaya’s feisty and passionate side in the process…a side he’d never seen before.<br /><br />Under the menacing gazes of territorial local packs and violent human extremists, Nick vows to finally claim the spirited Shaya…and despite her initial resistance, Shaya just might find his fiery determination to be the ultimate aphrodisiac.</span><br />
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Take care everyone!<br />
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S :)Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-84156469555762262302013-08-05T04:04:00.002-07:002013-08-05T04:04:31.964-07:00Big NewsHi everyone!<br />
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I'm happy to tell you that book 3 of the Phoenix Pack series has been given an official release date: February 11, 2014. Although it was originally titled 'Tremors of Need', my Editor and I discussed changing it to a two-word title to match 'Feral Sins' and 'Wicked Cravings'. The new title is 'Carnal Secrets'...and I'm so bloody excited. For those of you who have expressed an interest in pre-ordering it, here is the link: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Carnal-Secrets-Phoenix-Series-ebook/dp/B00E8PUYEU/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1375697379&sr=1-2&keywords=carnal+secrets">http://www.amazon.com/Carnal-Secrets-Phoenix-Series-ebook/dp/B00E8PUYEU/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1375697379&sr=1-2&keywords=carnal+secrets</a>. There is no book cover just yet, but it will be coming soon.<br />
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I'll continue putting teaser quotes from 'Carnal Secrets' on Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/suz_wright">https://twitter.com/suz_wright</a> and on my Facebook page: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Suzanne-Wright/1392617144284756">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Suzanne-Wright/1392617144284756</a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUcSwq_TDk2P6jVvI2nQr6NGIC0ffsDPf243VniBNuPL0FZK30967qIxQ0W1TUJeUKd11V3V5FB9qteujuqVVV4s0gtGvOHT60ieOFq7oXROfV61NNNabimvZYs-OYEDQr8A9rbnf1R3r/s1600/From+Rags+brand+new+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUcSwq_TDk2P6jVvI2nQr6NGIC0ffsDPf243VniBNuPL0FZK30967qIxQ0W1TUJeUKd11V3V5FB9qteujuqVVV4s0gtGvOHT60ieOFq7oXROfV61NNNabimvZYs-OYEDQr8A9rbnf1R3r/s200/From+Rags+brand+new+Cover.jpg" width="150" /></a>Also, 'From Rags' has been officially updated on Amazon so that it is free of grammatical errors. It means that anyone who bought it prior to the update may be contacted by Amazon to ask if they would like to have their version updated. If you don't hear from Amazon, feel free to contact them about it. I've also edited the cover slightly to make the title clearer.<br />
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In addition, 'From Rags' will be available in paperback format very, very soon on both Createspace and Amazon. I currently have the sample in front of me to read through and proof. It's going to be a long but very fun day.<br />
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Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-28944468878040834592013-06-23T05:34:00.003-07:002013-06-23T05:34:41.272-07:00Been a Long Time Coming, Hasn't It?Hi everyone! Just a quick update to say I FINALLY have my Facebook page up and running. If you've got the time, come take a look:<br />
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https://www.facebook.com/pages/Suzanne-Wright/1392617144284756<br />
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I'll be placing info about upcoming books and putting the occasional quote up from those books both on here and twitter (https://twitter.com/suz_wright)<br />
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Hope to speak to you guys on there! Have to go as I'm going to take my little minions to see Despicable Me 2. <br />
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<br />Suzanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12024064960598030364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978139293028885908.post-1611030336363263002013-06-17T08:25:00.000-07:002013-06-17T08:25:27.899-07:00Just A Little Advice...Hi everyone! I often receive emails from writers who are interested in self-publishing and have questions or concerns - particularly on copyright issues. It's always a pleasure to hear from other writes and avid readers, and I always aim to answer those emails as best I can. This is why I felt it necessary to write this particular post and to create awareness.<br />
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Thanks to a fan of Feral Sins, I recently discovered that someone had copied my work on an e-book community for writers and publishers to share their work. As you can imagine and understand, it was a very upsetting situation. There is a difference between FanFiction and copying someone's work, and this situation was certainly the latter.<br />
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After receiving notification of this by both myself and my publisher, the website instantly removed the copied text and apologized for the inconvenience caused - of course I would never blame the website; they're not responsible for what other people post and they trust their members to follow their terms of service. However, I felt I had to make this post to make other self-published authors or aspiring authors aware of this type of thing. I would never have thought to check any such websites for infringements, and had someone not found it, I would most likely never have known. It may be worth some of you checking for any infringements on your own work on such websites, just to be sure. Us writers should look one out for another.<br />
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I haven't named the infringer as although I'm upset and can be a bitch from time to time, I'm not bitter and cruel. I have a feeling that being contacted over this and having the text removed was shocking enough for them - after all, they clearly thought they would get away with it or never would have done it. Hopefully this discourages them from doing it in the future.<br />
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Thank you once again to the fan of Feral Sins who discovered the copyright infringement and contacted me about it. I'm your devoted friend for life...but not in a creepy way.<br />
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On a lighter note: I've finished the third book in the Phoenix Pack series. Unfortunately, it still won't be released until next year as publishing can be a long process, but it's done and I can now move on to the third book of the Deep In Your Veins series.<br />
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