10 Reasons to Buy Slaves of Destiny

Here we are again. Another book release and another shameless promotion about why you should buy it 😉

sd_smIn case you’re unconvinced by the cover (come on though, isn’t it sexy?), here’s a list of just some of the reasons you should buy Slaves of Destiny.

1. There’s a new supernatural species brand new to the series! A nymph.

He caught movement upstream. A naked figure bathing in the water. Long blonde, almost white hair fell down her back, reaching the apex of her backside. 

2. And my first human hero.

The brown man stared at her, friendly, but perhaps confused. Wavy black hair fell over his wrinkled forehead. His chest was naked, though he still wore trousers. Who was he? At first glance, he looked human, though a strange mark had been stamped on his chest. 

3. It’s sexy.

She dropped her gaze to his mouth and a greedy glitter grew in her eyes.

Lust. She wanted him.

Fuck, she wanted him! He couldn’t tear his eyes from her mouth. Would she taste as good as she smelled? She closed the distance between them. Her mouth hovered over his. He could taste the wine on her breath. Silence dragged on. Then he moved in.

4. And also a little dangerous.

He spun around, looking for something to use as a weapon. Not that he had experience in fighting, but he’d try anyway. Somehow, in the span of a few hours, the girl had made him care about her. Though she belonged to this world and he didn’t, there was something vulnerable about her that drove him to want to do the honorable thing – to save the damsel in distress. 

5. Aedan makes an appearance!

“You fucked with the wrong fae, Nazar,” he growled. “And you kept me from my mate.” He swung his sword at the smirking incubus.

6. It’ll make you laugh…

“You need to eat?”

“Yes, but it’s not food I crave.”

He thought through the worst. Blood? Animal hearts? High fructose corn syrup? 

7. and also smile.

A cocoon of safety surrounded her. For a long shuddering moment, she knew peace. Eyes closed, she inhaled, then exhaled, trapped under the weight of his masculine body, aware of how she was a part of him as he was of her. For the first time she could recall, there was no fear. Only love.

8. It proves even humans can be sexy.

He kicked off his pants and felt a wave of relief as his cock sprang free. There was a sense of rightness at seeing her beneath him, eagerly waiting, wet and hungry. He wanted to sate her, not just today and not just to ease her pain, but forever. The satyrs could go fuck themselves.

This woman was his.

9. There’s a lot of depth.

There was no greater feeling in the world, nothing that made him more whole, than understanding and being understood by another person. Understanding creates connection, and connecting makes a path for love.

And love was what made the journey worthwhile.     

Who knew sitting in an Underworld brothel would bring such clarity?

10. It’s got a surprise twist ending.

Ah, ah, ah. That I can’t show you. You’ll have to read the book to find out 😉

Below are the buy links. Remember to join the party on Facebook for Friday 12/20, where Cari Silverwood is also celebrating her new book release and we’re each giving away a $25 gift card to Amazon.

Thanks for coming by and happy reading!

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Slaves-Destiny-Shadows-Leia-Shaw-ebook/dp/B00HDJAQFA/ref=la_B004SUQ368_1_14?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387386453&sr=1-14

B&N:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/slaves-of-destiny-leia-shaw/1117730726?ean=2940148990499

Allromance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-slavesofdestiny-1375538-340.html

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/slaves-of-destiny

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/389047

 

 

 

The Mythology in Slaves of Destiny

I did quite a bit of research into mythology while writing Slaves of Destiny. If you know me, then you know I’m already cringing at the word “research.” I am probably one of the laziest writers you’d ever meet. Though pulling from myths and fairy tales is sometimes easier than making up your own shit. So I usually do a combination of both.

For Slaves of Destiny, the heroine is a nymph. I read a bit about greek mythology before writing the book. I wanted to make her as close to “real” as possible. Nymphs are notorious partyers. Drinking, dancing, orgies… They enjoy pleasures of the flesh. Sexy, right? 😉

But they have a weakness, according to myth. Satyrs have an unnatural obsession with them. For the story, I exaggerated this. In Slaves of Destiny, satyrs had hunt the nymph population almost to extinction, forcing Seraphina to hide in order to survive. They don’t just have an obsession for them — they tear them apart while sating their lust.

I don’t know about you, but I love these Greek mythological paintings. They were a source of inspiration for me both for plot and character development. I love that the woman have hips and meat on them. I tried to form Seraphina to fit that look.

Nymphs. It was the root word of nymphomaniac. He looked at her sleeping body. She was built for sex. Hips big enough to grab onto. A cute, bitable ass. Sturdy curves and bone structure.

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And like the nymphs from mythology, Seraphina is a very sensual being. She likes sex. She also needs sex, especially on the full moon. This is what drives her and Bodhi together. Her need to “feed” and his desire to help her. And, well, he’s a guy and she’s beautiful so that helps 😉

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I didn’t follow so closely to the stories of myth when it came to incubi. The whole gender switching thing doesn’t work for me and there’s some gross stuff having to do with semen. I don’t want to give too much away so that’s all I’ll say on that subject. Just that there are incubi in the book and they have a major part in the story. A sexy part 😉

Slaves of Destiny release on Friday, December 20th. There’s a release party on Facebook here. I’m giving away a $25 amazon gift card so come by and leave a comment!

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Slaves of Destiny Sneak Peek

You may have heard, Shadows of Destiny book 6 (a novella), is releasing December 20th!!! I’m excited for this surprise story. It’s short but sweet and sexy. I hope you like it too. Here’s a first look at the book. The very first chapter (unedited so don’t yell at me for typos). Enjoy!

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There was nothing like disappearing into the wild to clear the mind.

Dozens of hikers lost their way in the Gila Wilderness every year, never to be heard from again. Now Bodhi understood why.

He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow then kept trudging. It felt like he was walking on hot coals. He couldn’t wait to reach the river, take his boots off, and plunge his feet into the coolness. His shirt clung to his skin uncomfortably. Maybe he’d jump in, clothes and all. He’d been daydreaming about it for the last hour, at least. It was easily ninety degrees in this hellhole.

He had no right to complain. This had been his idea. The solo backpacking trip, the location, the time of year. One of his only breaks from work was in the dead of summer, which made for a terrible time to hike across the small mountains of New Mexico.

The terrain didn’t look how he’d pictured it. New Mexico brought to mind sand, desert, small shrubs, and rattlesnakes. There were snakes alright, but what he hadn’t expected was evergreens, mountain peaks poking up in the distance, even a marsh he’d trekked through the day before. Versatile and interesting, but also dangerous. If he hadn’t much experience, he might have been one of the many that disappeared for good.

Through the thin tree line, a murky river appeared. He willed his feet to move faster but only ended up stumbling. At the edge, he dropped his pack then plopped down onto the rocky ground. He pulled off each hiking boot, hissing when it scraped against his raw blisters. With a deep inhale, he walked through a meditation to center himself.

Eyes closed, he pictured himself as a rock. The water was his pain and it flowed toward him. The sound of the small river helped the vision. In his mind, the water came to him but instead of rushing over him, it made a circle around him. On either side of the rock, it rushed past, never touching him. It was a meditation he’d done hundreds of times. It came so easily that in the next breath he exhaled, the raw pain of his feet diminished to just a dull ache.

He opened his eyes. The river was smaller than he’d thought – only a few yards wide. It was more of a stream though the guide book called it a river. The dry spell was especially bad this year it seemed. He rose from the ground, breathing through stone digging into his aching soles then walked to the water.

When the coolness washed over his feet, he exhaled a moan. The chill of the stream snaked up from his toes and worked its way

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My muse for Bodhi

through his body, leaving him covered in goose bumps. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it onto the shore. A warm breeze came by and tickled his sweaty skin. Using his hands like a cup, he scooped the water and trickled it onto his chest and arms, trying to keep his pants from getting too wet. Hiking in wet clothes was just asking for an infection from chaffing.

He’d picked the Gila Wilderness on purpose. Getting lost outdoors hadn’t sounded so bad months ago, in the middle of second term, performing monotonous lectures to sleeping students at the University. He’d always enjoyed solo journeys through secluded areas, but this time he’d craved a challenge.

That’d been his thought then. Now he felt like this particular challenge might kill him. He wanted to lose himself in the peacefulness of nature – not die in a pool of his own sweat.

When he felt less like a roasted pig, and more like a human being, he stepped out of the water and searched for a comfortable spot to sit and meditate.

His Indian father was a practicing Buddhist and Bodhi had grown up watching him meditate for hours at a time. He settled down on the grass and slowly, one body part at the time, breathed out his tension.

In his mind, he was as big as the sea and as small as a bug. He was the wind blowing freely but nothing at the same time. His heart beat slowed and his body fell into a state of stasis.

Quiet. Serene. Barely alive.

A soft splashing sound drew him out of the haze. Slowly, he became aware of himself. His breath, his arms and hands, then to his feet and toes. Finally, he cracked open his eyes. The remnants of day cast an orange glow over a set of trees to the west. He needed to eat and make camp.

A feminine voice pulled his focus to the river. Humming? He scanned the area, looking for the owner of the sweet singing. Who on earth was out here in this miserable place?

He caught movement upstream. A naked figure bathing in the water. Long blonde, almost white hair fell down her back, reaching the apex of her backside. What the hell was a woman doing out here, naked and alone?

He scanned the area near where she bathed but it was perfectly still. Too still. A sense of serenity settled over him. He half expected a deer to trot to the water and bring her a robe, like some kind of Disney movie.

As quietly as he could, he stood and crept closer to the girl. Gravel crunched under his feet and she spun around and gasped. Their gazes locked. Her lips parted and she froze with her arms covering her breasts.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, hoping she spoke English. “I’m just a hiker, traveling through.” Where did she live? There hadn’t been signs of civilization in days.

Her eyes darted back and forth, as if she were looking for an escape route. Too enthralled to lose her now, he put his hands out in a peaceful gesture.

“Please don’t run. I won’t hurt you.” He crept closer. “Are you hungry? I’m going to make camp. I have extra food.”

Her shoulders relaxed and she dropped her arms at her sides, baring her breasts. Though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t look away from the pale mounds and rosy nipples. Her small waist flared to wide hips then lower, a small patch of blonde hair showed between her thighs. Well, she wasn’t starving, that was for sure. Fuck, she was sexy.

Only a few feet from the river bank where she stood, he stopped and forced his gaze to her face then smiled at her. “Hi. I’m Bodhi.”

She blinked her luminous eyes and something clicked. A fierce sense of protectiveness swept over him. Like one end of a magnet, he felt drawn to her, to save her or to fuck her, he didn’t know. Either way, he was hooked.

‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the season for ignoring my blog, apparently. Between Ever After releasing, working hard to finish Slaves of Destiny before Christmas, the holiday weekend, and oh yeah, CHRISTMAS, it’s been a little hectic.

So what’s coming next…

Well, Slaves of Destiny is a sexy little novella I’m trying to publish by Christmas. It features all new characters — my

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first nymph! The hero is a philosophy professor and the heroine is a nymph with a high sex drive so I keep joking with my writer friends that this book is pretty much just sex and deep thoughts. Lol. But I think you’ll like it.

Next up is the prequel to a new erotic Urban Fantasy series I’m starting. The prequel novella is going in a captive themed anthology with some really awesome erotic authors. This will hopefully be releasing sometime in March. The only thing I can tell you about the series is it’s a kind of post-apocalyptic theme and features a gargoyle. Intrigued? I hope so! Lol.

At the same time, I’m working on a contemporary New Adult full-length novel that I’m super excited about. It’s a funny, quirky book about catfishing. And no, it’s not how you think. You’ll just have to wait and see!

And of course, more Shadows of Destiny will be coming as well. Lots of people have asked about Nikki and Aedan, and also Gethin, and yes, they’ll all be getting their stories.

As you can see, lots of projects to keep me busy. AND getting through the holidays!

‘Tis the season for business and stress!