Tuesday, June 16, 2015

~Author Spotlight: Brenda Dyer~

Blurb for Love’s Prophecy, Book #1
True Love Takes Courage and Sacrifice.
Dark warriors of might...
Mel is a vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill demons in the dark streets of Vancouver. But he's burdened with a new assignment: find the meaning behind the Vampire Prophecy. Having no faith in the gods and their empty words, he believes there's no truth to the ancient legend until he meets Breeana, a human woman who bears the mark of the prophecy and resembles the mysterious woman haunting his dreams. When a vengeful demon spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. He must take her from the world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind, the world, and the woman he loves. Does he have the courage to let the one woman who could heal his wounded heart and soul go, or will he bind her to him for all eternity?
Small warriors of light...
Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer yearns for love and companionship, but the disappointment of failed relationships has left her bitter. She now finds solace in romance novels. But when she meets a mysterious stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. As Breeana’s drawn deeper into his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend. Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. As their enemies close in, desperate to destroy them both, she must fight to convince Mel her place is at his side. A life-altering choice is before her—one that will take all her courage and love to make.

Excerpt from Love’s Prophecy, book #1 in the Prophecy Series

Breeana stared at Mel, appalled by his words. The gardens—the beauty of the evening—forgotten.
He cleared his throat. “The first memory I had as a child was of my father dragging me from the slave dungeon and locking me in the killing cage.”
She jerked back. His arm slid from around her shoulders. “The what?”
His eyelids lowered as he looked at the grass. “It was an iron box suspended from the top of the castle by a chain. The front had narrow slits, just wide enough to allow the morning sun to shine in. He used the cage to punish his slaves or his soldiers, hell, sometimes just for sport.”
“Oh my God!”
Mel's gaze drifted out over the yard. The look on his face told her he no longer saw the gardens or smelled the perfume scented air. His mind must have drifted back hundreds of years, reliving what sounded like a horrific nightmare.
“When I realized what he was about to do, I panicked. I fought back but I was young, maybe four or five. My arm snapped as he shoved me inside, but I didn't feel the pain, it paled in comparison to the terror I felt when I heard the lock click.”
His eyes filled with terror and bounced around like the eyes of a trapped, frightened animal. “I knew what was coming. I'd heard the screams of others who had burned alive.” He swallowed. A trickle of sweat coursed down his temple. “I clawed at the bars, pleaded with my father, but he just laughed.”
His words chilled her to the bone. Nausea churned her stomach.
“I tried to sift—disappear—but vampires can't sift through metal or rock, and the spaces between the bars were too narrow. I was trapped. I…I continued begging my father to release me. Then as the first rays touch my skin, just when the pain began, he ordered his soldiers to pull the cage back in.”
Numbness spread through her. She opened her mouth, but shut it. What did you say to someone who had lived through such a traumatic experience?
“That was the first, but not the last time he locked me inside,” he said in a flat tone. “Each time he pulled me back in. I don't know why he didn't end it there.” 

Blurb for Prophecy’s Child, Book #2

True Love Takes Determination and Forgiveness
His secret will shatter her world.
Katherine Colby’s life splintered ten years ago when her lover suddenly vanished, leaving her with more than a broken heart. But when Kal unexpectedly makes an appearance, her safe, dependable existence is shattered once more. Drawn into Kal’s deadly world of vampires and demons, she must now put aside her hurt and anger and learn to trust him. Can she forgive past deceptions and find the courage to love again? Or will she turn away the one man who owns her heart and soul?
Her secret will change his life.
Powerful, and lethal, Kal is a vampire warrior, sworn to protect humans from demons. Loving Katherine too much to pull her into his dangerous world, Kal deserted her, believing his decision was best for them both. But not even time could assuage his yearning for the woman who has captured his heart. As fate tosses them together once again, Kal must fight to win Katherine’s trust and forgiveness before evil separates them forever. But is he ready to become the man she needs him to be? Or will he lose the one woman he can’t live without?

Excerpt from Prophecy’s Child, book #2 in the Prophecy Series

Katherine busied herself by unzipping her suitcase and stacking her clothes on the bed. She sensed Kal behind her, but didn’t acknowledge him.
“Katherine?” Kal cleared his throat. “I know it’s been a huge inconvenience quitting your job and moving in here, but I hope we can at least be civil to one another while you’re here.”
Her boss’s angry face flashed through her mind. When Katherine quit her job—with no notice—Michelle had been livid.
She walked over to the dresser, yanked open the top drawer, and dumped her load of clothes inside. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything,” she said through gritted teeth.
He cursed under his breath.
She wheeled around. “What the hell more do you want from me?”
“You don’t want to know.”
She slammed the drawer shut. “Try me.”
“You sure?”
“May as well get it all out on the table.”
He closed the door; the lock clicked into place.
Fear of being alone with him took the edge off her fury.
Heat from his gaze burned through her clothing. “I want you naked on my bed. I want to see you smile, hear you laugh.” He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her from across the room. Lifting a hand, he caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I want you to love me again. But most of all, I want your forgiveness.”
His fingers traced the contours of her jaw, her neck. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you—I always have.”
Her mind screamed run, but her feet remained rooted to the floor. Each word chipped away at her defenses.
Leaning closer, his lips gently brushed hers. “All I’ve ever wanted was your happiness.”
His tongue outlined the seam of her mouth. Desire scorched her willpower. Without thinking, she opened for him, and his tongue swept inside.
A deep groan tore from his throat as his arms tightened around her.


Blurb for Prophecy’s Power, Book #3

True Love takes Strength and Compromise
He kidnapped her heart

For Natalie Tortelli, everything comes down to a hard-won fight. She’s survived an insane mother and a cold, indifferent foster care system. To stand apart from everyone and everything is to trust only in herself—and that suits her fine. But all that changes one night when she happens upon a handsome stranger, murdering another. To make matters worse, the killer takes her captive and claims he’s part of a vampire race that protects humans from demons. Caught in a dangerous world she doesn’t understand, Natalie has no choice but to trust in him. But her pride won’t allow her to fall for the sexy kidnapper.

She stole his soul

Soren from the Fourth Clan of vampires loves his life. With an endless supply of demons to fight, and willing women to share his bed, why wouldn’t he? Love is an emotion he cares nothing about. But the foundations of his philosophies are shaken to the core after he has to detain Natalie. She’s unlike any woman—vampire or human—he’s ever come across. When it comes time to let her go, he finds he doesn’t have the heart to release his wild and sexy captive.

The power of love binds them

Together, Soren and Natalie attempt to unravel the secrets that haunt her past—which might tie both of them to the vampire prophecy. Though their passionate relationship is more than either had expected, both hesitate to fully entrust themselves to one another. But if they don’t, death may be the only thing that unites them.

Excerpt from Prophecy’s Power, book #3 in the Prophecy Series

With both hands covering Soren’s pecs, Natalie pushed harder. “Get off me,” she snarled through gritted teeth.
“What?” He placed his hands on the mattress and reared up. The muscles in his arms shook. Sweat dampened his hairline and glistened on his cheeks. “I don’t think I heard you correctly, ‘cause I swore you told me to get off you.”
She leveled a hard glare at him. “You heard me. Now get off.” For emphasis, she heaved under him.
He scowled. “Why the sudden change of heart? And don’t bother saying you weren’t into it. Believe me, sweetheart, I know you’re as hot for me as I am for you.”
“I’m not!” Jesus, she sounded like a petulant child, which sparked her anger. It irritated her he could read her so well. Whatever. She’d put an end to any ideas he had. “I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You promised you wouldn’t rape me, but here you are, forcing yourself on me.” Oh, that was low. Guilt turned her gut sour.
His expression darkened. All traces of bewilderment evaporated. Fury took its place. He jumped up as if he couldn’t get away from her fast enough—and she didn’t blame him.
He paced the room, running both hands through his short hair. On his third trip around, he stopped and a low growl grew in volume. Slowly, he glanced sideways at her. His fierce appearance said he wanted nothing more than to strangle her.
She gulped and slammed her knees together before scurrying into to a sitting position.
“Rape?” he asked in a deceptively calm voice. “That’s the label you’re trying to slap on what was happening between us?”
Fear held sway, keeping her from nodding.
“So, it wasn’t my name you called out? It wasn’t me you begged to touch you?” Turning so he faced her full on, he crossed his arms. Powerful muscles along his shoulders bunched.
Oh, dear, God! Did she actually say the words from her dream out loud?
Her cheeks flamed, and she glanced away, not wanting to see the truth in his accusing glare.
Dammit. She couldn’t win with this guy. But the last thing he needed was a bigger head. In a situation like this, best course of action was to deny, deny, deny.
She copied his folded arms motion—though his was an intimidating gesture. Hers was more of a hope-he-doesn’t-see-my-heart-pounding gesture.
Natalie raised her chin in defiance. “No for both questions. I woke to you shoving your tongue down my throat.”
Oh shit, wrong answer. Redness crept over his face and his lips rippled like a snarling dog’s.
She had the smarts to shrink back.
The next second, he was alongside the bed. His fingers bit into the flesh of Natalie’s arms as he hauled her off the mattress. She hit the unyielding wall of his chest with a teeth-jarring thump.
Barely controlled murderous rage simmered in his eyes. “I guarantee you if I ripped off your pants, I’d find you wet and ready for me.”
Although crude, his words sent more moisture to her sex. Lust destroyed her pride and unease. If he dared take off her jeans—if he touched her core—she’d cum for sure, then all her protests and lies would be proven false.
He pulled her closer. “Listen to me carefully, little lady. We will have sex. And I promise you this, when we do, you’ll beg me for it. There’ll be no rape involved, got it?”
Soren dropped her back on the bed then stormed out of the room, slamming the door.
Natalie sat in the dark room, gaping at the closed door.

Prophecy’s Language, book # 4
  True Love Takes Persistence and Faith
She’ll need persistence to break through to his heart

Author Eleanor Donavon’s life is finally going her way. She kicked her mentally abusive ex-husband to the curb, and her writing career is taking off. But her contented world changes when a stranger, who’s the spitting image of one of her fictional vampire warriors, appears in her home on the pretense of whisking her away on a vacation. Believing him to be a cover model sent by her agent, Eleanor takes him up on his offer in hopes of getting to know him better. When she learns the truth about who he is, and the reason behind her imprisonment, her existence is rocked to the core. Now caught in the brutal politics surrounding the vampires, her only hope of surviving is to trust Sin. To complicate matters, she’s spellbound by the fierce warrior and falling for him hard. With her heart at stake, she must somehow break through his icy defenses to the man inside or forever lose him to his haunted past.

Her love gives him the faith to live again

Sin lives by his own code: don’t care for anyone and you won’t let them down. His past actions taught him that valuable lesson. When he receives the mission to abduct Eleanor, a beautiful author writing about the Vampire Prophecy, his heart jolts awake. For the first time in years he yearns to go against his principles and make her his forever, but fear won’t allow it. When she becomes a target of the Sacred Order, Sin risks his career to save her, but the real danger lurks when he realizes he can’t stop his head-on collision with love.  

 Excerpt from Prophecy’s Language, book #4 in the Prophecy Series

Determined to break through Sin’s defenses, Eleanor stroked her fingers over the soft skin above the collar of his shirt. “You heard me.”
He stumbled backward, not stopping until he was across the room. As he gripped the counter, his knuckles glowed white. “Are crazy?”
“No. I want this, Sin. I want you.” She took a step then stopped when he looked ready to bolt.
“Forget it, Princess. Ain’t happening.”
“But nothing.” He stormed over to the entrance. “I’m taking you to Breeana’s, now.”
She chased him into the living room. “I know you want me, so why are being so damn stubborn?”
He whirled around. The blatant confusion and fear in his eyes almost stopped her from pressing the issue—almost, but not quite.
His mouth pulled into a snarl, revealing more of his fangs. “Why are you being so damn stubborn?”
The sight of his canines boiled her blood and strengthened her desire. With her hands clasped tightly together, she raised her head. “Because I want you—I want this. Look, we’re two consenting adults here. And I was married for ten years, so I’m no virgin. But I’ve also been divorced for a quite some time, and I...” Her courage faltered, but she kept going. “I haven’t been with a man since.”
“I told you. I’m not a man, Princess.”
“I know that, but I—”
“Lady, you have no clue what you want—you’ve no clue who I am. If ya did, you sure as shit wouldn’t want anything from me, especially sex.”
Eleanor was about to say he underestimated himself, but remembered how angry he’d gotten when she’d said something similar earlier that morning. “I’m not a child. I know what I want, and that’s you.”
Sin narrowed his eyes, his body rigid. “You do understand you’d only be just another fuck to me—another notch on my very lengthy belt of conquests. There’ll be no feelings involved. I have none to give, and I ain’t interested in any from you.”
His words took the wind out of her desire. Damn. In the face of his direct declaration, could she go through with it?
Yes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so don’t stop now. You know he’ll never shower you with love—and you don’t want his love, just mind-blowing sex.
“I understand perfectly,” she whispered. “And I’m not looking for love.”
Sin didn’t move or speak, but his eyes said it all. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Eleanor’s muscles vibrated, and her breasts swelled with anticipation. Did he need her to come to him? Make the first move?
So be it. Walking on trembling legs, she slowly closed the gap between them. Each step brought her closer to what she craved.
“Princess,” he said with a groan. His dark gaze latched onto her breasts then snapped to her face. “Are you sure about this?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” And she hadn’t. She needed Sin. Why, she couldn’t explain—and didn’t care to right now. All she knew was she had to feel him next to her, inside her—holding her.
Just before she reached him, he raised a hand, signaling her to stop. Panic flared in his eyes. His jaw snapped tight, and he moved farther from her.
“Sin?” He was ready to run; she saw it clearly in his body language.
“I’m leavin’.” He grabbed his jean jacket off the floor next to the leather chair.
“Why?” The disappointment in her tone was obvious as the panic stamped on his face.
“Because I’m saving you from making the biggest mistake of your life.” Sin shot her a look full of regret then disappeared.

Name: Brenda Dyer

Where you are from: Victoria, British Columbia, Canada

Writing Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tell us about yourself: I’m married and a mother of two grown sons. I live on a hobby farm with two miniature horses, chickens, and ducks. When I’m not writing or farting around on facebook, I love to garden. I’m going to attempt growing corn again this year. Was an epic failure the last time I tried growing it.

Your latest work in progress: My current work in progress is a novella from The Prophecy Series called, Prophecy’s Origin. This one is a little different because it is written in Lucifer’s POV.

When did you begin writing and why? I started writing back in 2008. How my writing journey started was back in ’08, I read this book—it was part of a series—and I hated the ending. I hated it so much that I tried to come up with my own ending for the story. But what happened was characters of my own came to me. Plots, backstories—detailed history behind the world I was beginning to create. I sat down, and before I truly knew what I was doing, I had written the very rough draft of my first novel.

What inspires you to write? I have to say my characters. I’d like to say my family, but they don’t understand my need to write, lol. They just want dinner.

Are any of your books based on something personal that has happened in your life? Not really. Just my weirdo beliefs in certain things.

Who are some of your favorite authors? J.R.R Tolkien is #1 on my list. That man and his writing have inspired me so much.

Favorite book? The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. The Silmarillion. J.R Ward’s BDB novels, Sherrilyn Kenyon—the list goes on and on.

Would you change anything that has happened to you? Totally. This list goes on and on, too.
Can you share some of your WIP? The snippet I shared isn’t from my current WIP. It is from my latest release, Prophecy’s Language.

“Fuck.” Sin shoved a hand through his tangled hair as he paced the short length of the room. He stopped and eyed her up and down.
The coldness of his gaze froze her to the bone, but heated up her libido.
His brown stare locked with hers. “If you knew what I wanted to do to you right now—right here—you’d run so fucking fast there’d be smoke coming from your heels.”
Eleanor’s mouth opened, but she couldn’t speak. The fierceness of his essence swirled around her like a rope, holding her still.
Slowly, Sin sauntered across the room, never breaking eye contact. His wide shoulders rolled with his lethal gate.
Eleanor backed up until her ass hit the wall. He kept coming. Flattening her hands on the blockade, she turned her head, not sure what he’d do. This Sin scared her.
Sin placed his large hands on both sides of her head and leaned in until their chests touched. “My willpower is snapping, my little Princess.”

What’s the hardest part of writing? For me, the hardest part about writing is writing. Some days it flows well, then others, it’s hard to find the right words. On the tough days, I close my document and find something else to do. Forcing the words doesn’t work well for me.

Do you have any other hobbies? Sure do. I like gardening. Watching T.V. Drawing and painting—but I don’t do these ones very often anymore.

Favorite TV show and song? Supernatural.  Fav songs change all the time. Right now, I’m into listening to Halestorm.

Fast Fire Round Pick One:

Dildo or vibrator?  Lol, I thought they were the same thing.  Shows you what I know—which isn’t much, apparently. I’m going with vibrator.
Inside or Outside? Outside.
Hard or Rough? Both—they go hand in hand, lol.
Beard or No Beard? No beard—but stubble is awesome.
Long Hair or Short? Long
Sour or Sweet? Sweet
Top or Bottom? Top.
Missionary or Doggiestyle? Doggie!
Tall or Short? Tall.
Ice Cream or Candy? Ice Cream.

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