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This is my absolute favorite time of year. I love the Holiday Season. My Christmas tree went up on Thanksgiving night and all my other Christmas decorations the next day. I decorate every room in the house, so it is very festive where I live. I was one of the crazy people who went shopping the day after Thanksgiving, but I have about 90% of my shopping done. Woo Hoo. One of the reasons I love this time of year is because there are so many parties. I have my annual party every year that I am working on right now. And there are always work related events, family parties and of course, New Year’s Eve, the party night of the year. I am going out of town this year for New Year’s Eve with a bunch of friends, so it should be a really good time. I wish everyone a joyous holiday season! ~Liz I am blogging every Wednesday at the Sexual Chocolate Authors Blog, http://sexualchocolateauthors.blogspot.com/. Come by and see what special excerpts might be posted this month. The Wedding Dress Anthology will be coming out in print this month from Samhain Publishing. A Special Announcement will be sent out as soon as I know the exact date.
The Myth of Moonlight, my first book in the Moonlight Series, co-authored with Lena Matthews, will be releasing on January 10, 1007 from Ellora’s Cave. This is a new paranormal werewolf series that I hope you will all love. We are planning six or seven books in the series.
Lena and I are still working on our second Werewolf story in the Moonlight series. With Lena’s pregnancy and the Holidays we haven’t gotten very far, but it’s coming along. I’ve gone back and started my rewrites on the first book in my new series. Once again it’s taken me a while to get back into the groove, but I’m finally working on writing again, so wish me luck.
Although a short story, this was a cute Christmas themed book that I just loved. The sex in the workplace always works well for me. Plus the cover is just hot. LOL.
Well, I had a number of posters to the Sexual Chocolate Authors Blog this month during my usual Wednesday topics. The one topic that got the most responses was about how much money readers are spending on ebooks vs. print books. The winner is Lisa Williams. Congratulations! For December, send an email to msliz@lizandrews.net with the subject line December Contest and you will be entered for a $5 Samhain Gift Certificate
The Myth of Moonlight “Come with me and I’ll explain everything.” “I’m not going anywhere with you.” “Lycan Law.” “I’m not in your Pack.” “That’s where you’re wrong. According to Lycan Law, Zingaro, if you’re unmated and unclaimed and you’re in my territory, you belong to me.” It was officially Nico’s new favorite law. Anything to put Kimberly under his watchful eyes worked for him. “Stop calling me that!” “What?” “Zingaro or whatever. My name is Kimberly.” “I know very well what your name is, Kimberly.” He said her name as if it were a caress. “But Zingaro is fitting as well. It means ‘my little gypsy’. My Were without a home.” “I have a home but more importantly, I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone.” She was such an innocent. It was rewarding and annoying at the same time. Nico couldn’t imagine who would have let her leave without warning her about the ways of the world. “Not up on your rules and regulations?” “Are we beasts or are we goddamn democrats?” “Everything has laws, even in nature. The strong survive, that is the law of nature.” “If you say Lycan Law one more time, I’m going to scream.” “Prepare to scream,” he warned, and to his amazement Kimberly opened her mouth to do so. Moving quickly, Nico covered her mouth with his hand. There was no doubt about it, her meekness didn’t carry to the bone. Threading his other hand through the auburn curls hanging loosely at the back of her head, Nico gripped the silky strands and used them as an anchor to hold her in place. Kimberly’s eyes widened, not with fear as he thought they might, but with something closer to passion. The fever was upon her, and if she didn’t submit soon, there would be hell to pay. “Not only do you need a keeper but you also need a history book.” Eyes narrowing, Kimberly reached up and pulled his hand away from her mouth. “They have books on this?” she asked in wonder. She kept surprising him. Shaking his head, he asked in shock, “Where were you raised?” “Around.” The squeal of tires swung both their heads toward the entrance as a white Volkswagen Bug pulled into the parking garage. “This isn’t the place for this conversation.” Finally, she said something he could agree with. “Fine. I’ll follow you home.” “That’s not what I meant.” “For as long as you’re in my territory, you’ll do as I say. Unattached female Weres need all the support they can get. My Pack will help you through this.” “Through what?” “You really can’t be so naïve?” “What are you talking about?” The irritation in her tone nearly matched the level of his frustration. “Don’t you wonder why I knew who you were? Why you’re so antsy and can’t keep still.” “You’re the Benandanti, you can sense things.” “Yes,” he said, nodding his head slowly, “and one of the things I can sense is you’re in heat.” “What!” The smell of fear rolled off her in waves. The engaging scent actually overpowered the aroma of her heat, an amazing feat when she was this close to her time. The look of shock and despair on her beautiful face made Nico feel horrible. He hated breaking this to her so abruptly, in the middle of a parking garage, but she wasn’t leaving him much choice. Her safety was on the line and she was running out of time. “Your body is readying itself for mating. How could you reach puberty without knowing these things?” Whoever her Benandanti was, he needed to be skinned and mounted on a wall. It made absolutely no sense that Kimberly was so unprepared for the world. “I’m a slow learner,” she replied snidely, scratching again at her neck. Nico’s eyes narrowed on her neck and he had to bite back a curse. Her time was upon her and she was in no way prepared. “It’s time, Kimberly. You’ll need my protection. If you’re not linked by the time of the full moon, you’ll have every Were sniffing at your door. I won’t have my territory tarnished.” “Then I’ll leave.” The hell she would and Nico was getting damn tired of her threatening to run away from him. “The only place you’re going is home with me. You need me—us—and you need us now.” “It will go away. It has before.” “No, it’s only simmering below the surface, waiting for the right time to come out.” Shaking his head, Nico picked up her hand and held it out in front of her. “Look at your pulse, Zingaro,practically beating out of your fragile flesh. Your nerves are raw, you’re shaking and I can smell the moisture gathering between your thighs.” Nico’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He wanted to delve between her legs and drink the juices beckoning him. Kimberly wasn’t even in full force yet and she already had him feeling like a randy dog. There was no telling what would happen in six days when the moon was full and her heat blossomed. He could have a WWE riot on his hands. “It’s only going to get worse. I can ease your pain.” Licking her lips, Kimberly asked nervously, “How?” Herbs, meditation and the right amount of control were methods taught to Lupas when they were young, but nothing could be done for Kimberly now that didn’t involve long hours of fierce loving. She was becoming prime and ready for her mating, and Nico was beginning to feel as if he were the Were for the job. There would even come a point, once she was in tune with her beast, when Kimberly would be able to control her need to mate altogether. If she had been raised right, brought up right, her needs wouldn’t even be an issue. But she wasn’t and therein lay the real problem. “Come with me.” “No,” she said again, refusing to give in. “I can handle this on my own.” Cursing in Italian, Nico turned from her, trying to calm his libido and his temper. As Benandanti he had the right to assert his wants over hers, as a wolf, he had the desire to force her to her knees and take what was rightfully his, but as a man, he knew he couldn’t. The hardest part of being all three was trying to find the even plateau. Turning back, Nico looked her steadily in the eye. He wanted to give her the option to come to him willingly, even if he knew she couldn’t do it herself. Sometimes the pretense of control over one’s destiny was just as good as the real thing. “You have four days to bring this to an end on your own. By nightfall on the fourth day, if you haven’t cooled the fever, then I will come for you.” “Four days isn’t enough time.” “It’s all you have.” Nico wasn’t risking her health or wellbeing. If Kimberly made him, he would play the Alpha card and to hell with the plateau.
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