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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Thursday Spotlight: Phaze

Do you know about the writing team of Dahlia Rose and Crymsyn Hart?

Dahlia Rose has been writing from an early age and always wanted to write for the romantic at heart. She grew up on an island with the sand and surf at her feet and now she lives in the lovely Charlotte, NC. Her passions in life:her kids, the love of her life (she thinks every woman should have one of him) and her words. Without these three things, her life would not seem complete. She has always had a love of books, the way they can spin your imagination to far off countries and different realms of fantasy. She loved reading the older novels like Mills & Boons and Loveswepts with debonair men, Lords and Ladies. Men who were strong and wild but brought down by the love of a woman and nothing could stop him from claiming his
prize. Danger behind closed doors and difficulties they had to overcome together which all leads to a happily ever after. She was raised on a Caribbean island and could sit under a palm tree with the waves at her toes, the smell of mangos and papayas in her nostrils and take herself to Paris or Italy just by turning pages in a book. And her wish is to create that for her readers.

Crymsyn Hart is a best selling author of Erotic Romance. Her worlds are filled with luscious vampires, gorgeous gods, quirky witches, and everything else that goes bump in the night. Hell, there is even a delicious cheesecake god floating around, but if I were you I wouldn’t eat his brownie cheesecake.

Crymsyn worked as a psychic for many years in Boston while attending Emerson College. She graduated with a BFA in Writing, Literature, & Publishing. When she gets bored, she sneaks away to local cemeteries and coffee shops to find peace and quiet. Granted, graveyards might be a great place for the dead, but she still has to listen to their chattering. It can get annoying when all you want to do is write, but she can tell you quite a ghost story. Crymsyn shares her life with a small zoo, two playful puppies and her hubby Mark. If you come after dark, you’re more then
likely to find her snuggled up with a gory horror movie, or a bloody vampire movie.

Crymsyn has a collection of Living Dead Dolls and five bookshelves overflowing with books. Of course there's always room for more.

Be sure to check out their upcoming paranormal release, "How To Ruin Easter for a Werewolf."

Blurb: A part of their successful series, "How to Ruin Halloween for the Grim Reaper" and "How to Ruin Christmas for a Vampire", you don't want to miss the third in their paranormal series, "How To Ruin Easter for a Werewolf."


"Sebastian, I’m hungry.” Demona whined and stomped her foot.

Her companion rolled his eyes. Lean, mean, and full of piss and vinegar was what had first attracted him to Demona. She had curves in all the right places that snuggled his body perfectly. But she was a whiney bitch whenever she got hungry.

Fifty years ago he never intended on giving her fur. Honestly he wanted nothing more than to bump pelvises with her for a time, use her for a rump roast when he got tired of her, and then use her finger bones to pick the meat from between his teeth. But he had gotten a little too carried away one night while Demona screamed “oh baby” one too many times. His mind was engrossed on blowing his load deep inside of her. Instead of growling his pleasure in her ear like he normally did, he tasted rare meat on his tongue. Hot, pumping blood raced down his throat. He had to swallow it. By the time he looked at Demona with the most innocent look he could muster,
she had turned from an enticing lay to she-harpy from hell. She had raged for him to get out since he bit her. He knew when to exit and grabbed his pants while dodging a lamp. Two weeks later, there she was furry and beautiful in the moonlight. When he went to greet her, she nearly tore out his throat. He gathered she was still aggravated from the bite. Sebastian hadn’t expected her to roll over and be the submissive type, but he did desire respect. She hated him for months. When he decided to leave, she followed.

Over the years, they had hitch-hiked the countryside settling once and a while. His favorite times were when they roamed the deep wilderness of the Louisiana bayous, the lush towering civilizations of Redwoods, or the craggy mountains of the Colorado Rockies. Her paws, like his, had been sure of their footing on the rock under the opalescent full moon. Even when they raced as wolves in the dark night, he had taught her over time the moon did not rule them. Once they grabbed a hold of their nature, they could transform at will. Now she was a beautiful, sexy creature who made
him howl when she rode him hard and fast. But tonight, she was in rare form.

They had eaten a few days ago, but her appetite was growing by leaps and bounds. He assumed along with that and her tude lately she was going into her quarterly heat time. It was like human PMS but ten times worse. Not that he minded because the sex was amazing. His balls tightened just thinking about it. They would go at it for hours like rabbits. The last time they had gone a marathon of twelve hours with barely any breaks. He had begged for mercy after that. She finally relented and let him get some sleep. He was sore for a couple of days after that since she had ridden
him raw. For a wolf to do that to him meant something because they healed quickly. Sebastian’s tongue ran over his bottom canines. His stomach agreed he could go for a light snack. The jogger they ate a few days ago was a little too lean for his taste. Mostly muscle and gristle. Even thinking about it, he still tasted the mealy substance of the meat on the back of his tongue. Damn he hated vegans. He wanted, no needed something with more substance.

“All right, Pookie. We’ll go get you something to eat. What do you want? Japanese? Chinese? Italian? I smell pasta coming from the alley over there. What do you say?”

Demona eyed him. He saw her thinking it over. This was always the way with her. She could never make up her mind when presented with choices. Women. I don’t care if their bitches or human. They always take their goddamn time!

Watching her, the lust and call of the moon shot through his dick. The slight pink tip of her tongue rested on her bottom lip while she bit it making up her mind. It was a habit she had even as a mortal and one of the very things which made him want to fuck her on the spot the first time he saw her. His paws ached to claw their way along her torso, gnaw on her nipples, and then ram his cock so far inside her she would scream his name. Yeah. That was going to be her payment tonight for asking to hunt. She would take all of him. He wasn’t going to hold back this close to the full moon. A satisfied smile touched his lips. Her gaze flicked across the street. An amused and childlike chuckle escaped her throat like a small yip of excitement.

“I want rabbit.”

Sebastian shook his head. “Hon, there are no rabbits in New York City. Well maybe at Wong’s but, but not here.”

She rolled her eyes and then pointed. “No silly. Let’s follow the White Rabbit. I want to see how far into Wonderland he leads us.” She grabbed his hands and pulled him after her. He saw the white cotton tail of a rabbit going around the corner, into an alley. There was nothing around them save a bunch of converted mills and warehouses. A few of them housed art gallerias in the up and coming area. Where was the rabbit going?

“Demona, are you sure you want to go down the rabbit hole as it where. I’m not sure Wonderland will be anything like what it is in the books. You do know that is a children’s fantasy right?” Sebastian stopped them both. He could smell the rabbit. It was a mortal in costume. But even his interest was piqued.

His lover put her hands on her hips and gave him a low growl. Her eyes glinted yellow in the moonlight. “Of course I know it’s a children’s book. I’m not stupid or dim witted. Gee. I was just having a little fun. If you don’t want to hunt rabbit with me. Fine. But me and my babies are hungry.”

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