Pre-Order Price...just $.99 until Release Date

Okay, everyone, here is the scoop! Scorched Souls: The Complete Saga, is releasing for Kindle on February 9, 2016. At that time, the book will retail for $2.99.

BUT...right now, I am running a special Pre-Order SALE. You will be able to read the entire Scorched Souls series, that's Firetrap, Firefight, Firestorm, and Fireworks, plus two bonus chapters, one featuring Rowdy, for less than a dollar. That is 444 pages! Just $.99! Great price for a BIG book.

And, due to popular demand, it looks as if Rowdy will be getting his own book. My upcoming book release schedule (subject to change) looks like this:

February 9, 2016 - Scorched Souls: The Complete Saga, for Kindle.
(It is currently available in trade paperback). 

April/May 2016 - Bad Beats: A Rock-Star Step-Brother Romance. 

Summer 2016 - Rowdy's book. No title yet. 

By the end of 2016 - Bottle Banished, Book II: Claiming Cassie

This is a pretty aggressive schedule for me, considering I also work full time. But I'm crossing my fingers that I can manage it all. That is why I always say...subject to change. Sometimes life has other ideas. I suspect you understand! Phew, deep breath. I can do it!

For now, grab your pre-order copy of Scorched Souls! For your convenience, the links are below:

Scorched Souls: US 

Scorched Souls: UK

Scorched Souls: AU  

Scorched Souls: CA

 

Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie is getting great reviews!

 With the upcoming release of Firetrap, book one in the Scorched Souls Serial-Series, I haven't been as focused on my genie and jinn friends, but other people have! In fact, the book is garnering some fantastic reviews! Here's just a sampling from those reviews:

I hope these positive comments tempt you enough to spend $1.99 to let Genie and her friends (and enemies) out of the bottle! Book two is already in the works. 

Get your copy of Bottle Banished-Click Here! 

Book Two's amazing cover, created by Laura at The Book Cover Machine.

Free! Free! Free!

It has been quite awhile since I've updated you. My mother passed away on March 22, and my world fell apart. She was my best friend. I have contests to honor, books to send out, reviews for other writers, and a ton of other important tasks to catch up on. I've been just barely holding it together for family and work, only now, getting back into the writing swing. To make matters even more challenging, I've been battling what my doctor calls "cluster headaches." They are a cluster F **k to say the least. Painful. Annoying. Nagging. I'm sure you get the idea!

For these reasons, I am working hard to climb out of the painful pit I've been drowning in and return to the land of the living. In celebration of that decision - I'm starting water aerobics, got a hair cut, returned to church, and am working to make several other positive life changes while still hoping to meet my deadline for book one in the Scorched Souls Series. I am expecting a release date in May 2015. That's just around the corner. 

In light of everything, I thought a FREEBIE on KINDLE for my book, Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie just might be in order. Between April 14 and April 17 you can pick up your Kindle copy for free! 

Reviews have been outstanding! 

Here are just a few from Amazon:

"Where to start? This book had a ton of action, suspense, mystery, magic, and hot sex. The men were dominant, aggressive, and sexy as hell. It was written in multiple viewpoints and the author pulled the pieces together nicely. I enjoyed the unveiling that took place as relationship connections were developed and revealed during the story's progression. I love genies, by the way!"


"This is a treasure find for those of us who enjoy adult paranormal. In place of "shape shifters" or "vampires" we enter the world of the Djinn and Genie. After a well defined introduction to this "world" we are lead through the journey of one "Genie" who is a little "out of time". I found this well written, well paced and left me intrigued as to where this series will go. For adults, check this out!"


"Loved this book. I truly got sucked into the story immediately, unable to put it down until I finished the whole book. The characters were so relatable. The steamy scenes were so steamy ! Since I was traveling during my readings of this book... It actually made me feel slightly uncomfortable yet naughty to be reading these passages with some stranger sitting next to me. C.L. Riley certainly has a talent of making this genre and making it seem so real and plausible. I will be looking around from now on wondering who those around me truly are!"

I hope you take advantage of this upcoming offer and please, please, if you would, leave a review. 

And get ready for...

Heating Things Up!

Steamy Scene with Jinn Kûru (who goes by Seth with humans) and Cassie (the master hunter who has imprisoned him)

The Real Question is: Who is really hunting who?

The night crawled on at a snail’s pace. Kûru patrolled the circle’s outer edges, testing its strength and looking for any potential openings. He’d been thrown on his ass too many times to count. The erected energy field knocking him back, keeping him trapped.

Cassie’s skills were no joke. She’d created an impenetrable barrier, something only the most efficient and experienced hunters could manage. Her ingenuity continued to impress him.

His tiger.

She’d stalked him from the first night, well aware of what he was. He’d rolled out the welcome mat, inviting her into his life, blinded by his attraction to her natural beauty and her ability to resist his advances. He should have been more wary, but it was too late now to berate his negligence.

Single women hunters were a rarity, most worked in teams. Not his girl. As a master hunter, she controlled up to ten, likely more, jinns; no genies from what he’d observed. That wasn’t surprising with their decreasing numbers. More genies had been bottle banished over the years and were considered easier prey.

There was no way she’d banish him. Not a chance. He expected her to return before sunrise for more sex. Like the maid back at the hotel, she wouldn’t be able to stay away.

Bored, he stretched out on his back, thrilled to discover she’d created the enclosure big enough for him to lie down. Entwining his fingers, he rested his head on his palms and stared into the blackness. Without his superior senses, it had taken awhile for his vision to adjust enough that he could see the sigils across the walls and ceiling, pulsating with magic, they glowed. He’d always wondered where the hunters had originated from and how they’d learned their trade. He’d heard the stories, of course, but no one seemed to know for certain.

With nothing better to do, he let his mind travel back to a time and place far removed from the hard ground he rested on.

“Father,” he prodded. “I don’t understand. Why do they hunt us?”

His father, never one to elaborate, kept this answer simple. “Because they hate us.”

“But why? I’ve never harmed a human. Their girls sure are sure pretty,’ he added as an afterthought.” He had his eyes on a certain girl at the market.

His dad roared, his laughter contagious, drawing glances and a few chuckles. “Indeed they are. When you start your own harem, you will have human females that tend to your needs. You have to be careful, though, son. They are not strong like genies and break easily. They will want your undivided attention, something you cannot give.”

“Where do you think the hunters come from, father?” He needed to know, more like he was desperate to understand. Talking about harems and being ‘tended to’ gave him a funny feeling.

His dad sighed and gazed skyward. “We have many stories and myths. No one knows for certain when mankind and our kind crossed paths. We are stronger and have magic they don’t, but they have found ways to control us. Human masters make wishes we have to obey, and sometimes those wishes hurt others.”

Kûru nodded. “And that one clan, the one we destroyed, they hurt humans on purpose, pretending to be evil gods.”

“They did. The humans are only doing what we do, protecting themselves from a perceived threat. Sometimes real, other times not.”

He heard Cassie’s footsteps before the loud clunk that preceded her entrance. His memory faded, and he closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He was curious how she would react.

“I should have made the circle smaller,” she said to herself. “He looks too damn comfortable.” She prowled around her handiwork, her steps light. “Seth, wake up. I need to speak with you.”

Keeping his breathing slow and steady, he waited for her next move.

He didn’t have to wait long.

She stepped across the border, planting a foot on either side of his hips. He could feel her gaze on him. “Seth…” she let out a frustrated sigh.

He knew then he had her where he wanted. She was contemplating their earlier encounter. He could tell by the way her breath hitched and she shifted uneasily.

Lifting her foot, she started to leave.

Like a coiled snake, he struck, gripping her narrow ankle in his much larger hand. “Going somewhere, Tiger?”

She sputtered and lost her balance, swaying above him a second before she toppled over. He stopped her fall and pulled her on top of him. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He licked her earlobe.

“Don’t make me…”

“Make you what?” He rotated his hips, pressing his erection against her pelvis. “I was having such sweet dreams, before you interrupted. Now that you’re actually here, I intend to keep you.” This time he ran his teeth down her ear, drawing a gasp.

His tiger liked it rough.

Her verbal claws came out right on cue. “You are such an ass.”

“You already established that.” Palming her rounded rump with both hands, he squeezed and kneaded, thrusting his hips up, unable to stop his own shuddering growl. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and put that p_ _ _ _ over my face.” He hadn’t tasted his tigress yet and was hungry for her sweet juices.

“You’re my prisoner,” she said, sounding unsure. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Baby, I’m not asking you to let me go. I want to stick my tongue in your hot c _ _ _ till you scream my name. That’s all.”

“Oh,” she whimpered, her mouth now against his.

He took full advantage and plunged his tongue between her lips the way he intended to pierce her p _ _ _. She moaned and devoured his mouth with more fervor than he’d expected. 

“What have you done to me?” she hissed before nibbling his throat. “I should be immune.”

“Less talk, more tongue,” he bit her bottom lip.

Heeding his no-talk suggestion, she stood and slipped her jeans to her ankles, stepping gingerly out and using her foot to push them aside. Reaching up, he grabbed her thighs, guiding her down over his face. “Stop,” he ordered when she was less than an inch above him. Grasping her hips, he held her firm. His tongue darted out, finding her swollen nub.


PLEASE NOTE: I  "bleeped" out words some might find offensive. Don't forget, this book has numerous erotic sex scenes. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Check out the latest Bottle Banished REVIEW on My Book Filled Life.

Bottle Banished-Dreaming of Genie--Release Day

Genie is out of the bottle and hopefully on your bookshelf or your Kindle! This is the day every author waits for with bated breath, eagerly hoping readers will discover, and enjoy, what awaits between their book's pages (or on the e-reader screen). 

I'm no different. I'm so excited for your to meet Genie and Reid and the rest of the gang. In addition, in celebration of this BIG DAY. My first Book Blog Tour has kicked off. I will post the final schedule for you tomorrow morning. (It is after midnight here right now)

You can already link to the first two posts:

TOUR STOP ONE HERE

TOUR STOP TWO HERE

Fantastic news for you...there is an awesome GIVEAWAY with THREE POSSIBLE WINNERS. Each PRIZE PACK includes a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card, Autographed Copy of Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie, and a cool, colorful, Genie Bookmark. (see below) You will find the entry form at the various tour sites.  

So, what are you waiting for? Enter the contest; read my author interview; visit some really cool book blogs showcasing a variety of great books and authors. I suspect if you're a reader like me, you will find plenty of books to add to your TO-READ-SHELF. 

Don't Forget!

In honor of my book's release, I have a contest running on my personal Facebook Page. The first person to name the 1970's TV show that FBI Agent, Brad Sanchez, refers to, will win an Ebook copy of Firetrap when it releases and a $5.00 AMAZON GIFT CARD. 

Learn more on my personal FB Page

Thank you so much for joining me on this genie journey!

Character Cameos: Mark and Selena

One more week! That's right. Release date is a week away. Which means the $.99 PRE-ORDER Price is coming to an end soon. Just a couple of friendly reminders but not the real reason for this post. 

THE REAL REASON?

It's time for another, actually two, character cameos. 

The first one features, Mark Harlan, one of two people Reid Romans calls friend. Mark owns the liquor store Reid frequents every night. He learned about genies from his grandfather, though he isn't quite sure what to believe. Once Reid uncorks the mysterious purple bottle, and Genie appears in a smoky spiral, he becomes a certified Genie believer! How can he not? What he thought were crazy ramblings from an old man suffering from dementia have become his reality as jinns and genies invade his life and his home.

Okay, I realize some of you are saying: "Wait a darn minute here...that's Sam from True Blood." 

Why yes it is! 

For some reason, the whole time I was writing Mark's character in Bottle Banished, I kept seeing Sam, who just happens to be Sam (Trammell) in "real life." 

Just forget the Sookie Universe and envision Sam as Mark. 

No accent. No shifting. No Sookie. Major thing in common: Both work around booze. Sam owned a bar (Merlotte's) and Mark owns a liquor store (Harlan's Fine Liquors). Hum... Not the same. See?

PRETTY COOL FAN ART OF THE TRUE BLOOD GANG HANGING OUT IN MERLOTTE'S (see below) 

Oh my gosh, I'm so off topic. 

The point I was trying to make is actually simple. Sam Trammell is the famous person I picked to star as my character cameo for Mark Harlan. There. Phew! Still, cool True Blood fan art...right?

My other character cameo features Genie's sister, Selena. I can't tell you much about her without revealing major SPOILERS. I will, however, share a scene that takes place between Mark and Selena. 

The "star" I chose to star as the genie, Selena, is a model I found on the web. As with Genie's portrait, I wish I knew who to give credit to. I have no clue who she is. If you know, please pass on her identity. 

Take a look! What a stunning beauty!

Excerpt from Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie


“Hey,” Selena said from behind. “Are you having a staring contest with something in there?”

Mark jolted, bumping his head on the open cupboard. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there gawking at the glasses and mugs. Numair hadn’t said anything; maybe because he was still too busy scanning available cable channels, a silly grin on his face.

“I know you heard,” she whispered. “Mom might have been too wrapped up in our little discussion to notice you, but not me. I threw the vase to distract her, well, and I was pissed.”

Mark allowed himself a moment to drink in Selena. With her bodyguard-of-a-mom always nearby, he never had the opportunity to fully absorb and appreciate her elegance.

Genie and Selena were very different in appearance. Where Genie’s hair was the blackest black with an unusual blue hue, Selena’s was a warm chestnut with burgundy highlights that he suspected were natural despite their glossy shine. She was taller than her younger sister and less curvy, her build more athletic. But it was her amber eyes and their intensity that he’d noticed first, and her no-nonsense attitude about life and the spunky and sometimes snarky way she communicated and carried herself. She was everything he’d always wanted in a woman and then some.

“What? Staring is rude, you know?” Her mouth twitched before breaking into a full smile. “I guess you’re making up for those times you tried to look my way but were detoured by my mom’s glares. She means well, though. Really.”

He chuckled. “Are you sure about that? I think she wants to put me in a locked box on a shelf somewhere, if I’m lucky.” He didn’t say what he truly thought. It would be way worse than any locked box.

Selena reached past him and grabbed two glasses. She snapped her fingers and a champagne bottle appeared on the counter. “She’s not here now, so let’s celebrate our five minutes of freedom.” She poured them each a glass.

It was then he got the irony. “You magically conjure up some expensive looking champagne but pour it in my old, soap-stained glasses.”

She smiled again, her eyes sparkling. “Good point, human. I knew you were smarter than you looked.”

“Ouch.” He put a hand over his heart. “You wound me genie princess.”

She blinked two flute glasses into existence and started over. “Better?”

He raised his glass. “Cheers to new adventures.”

She arched her brow, and extended her glass. “To improved human genie relations.”

“To improved relations,” he agreed.

They finished their drink at the same time. “More?” she offered.

Numair chose that moment to forget his TV show search. “What about me? I’m thirsty, too.”

Selena huffed. “Pour your own. I’m tired of waiting on men.”

Feeling bold for a change, Mark lowered his voice. “Want to start working on those improved genie human relations? I know just the place to enjoy the rest of that bottle without making it a party.”

She gave him a salacious smile. “Show me the way.”

He grabbed the bottle and led her back to his room, ignoring Numair’s complaints.

Once inside, he shut the door and pointed at the window and whispered. “Can you cover the noise? I need to open the window. If your mom…”

Selena raised her finger to her lips, motioning him to continue. He moved cautiously to the window and pushed it up. The usual scraping and thud when it opened were absent thanks to her running interference with her magic. Climbing through, he reached back a hand. “This way.”

Somehow they made it up the fire escape, to the roof, with the champagne bottle intact. They’d left the glasses behind. He had no doubt she’d just create more, or they could drink straight from the bottle. The more he thought about it, the better the second option sounded.

“My secret garden,” he announced when they stepped onto the sunken rooftop.

She twirled around. “You did all this?”

“Me and a few building tenants, but I’m the only one who keeps it up anymore. No one else comes up here. At least no one I’ve seen.”

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, moving through the potted plants and flowers to his favorite place, where he joined her.

He’d created a summer, rooftop-sanctuary of sorts by installing a sturdy patio cover to keep out any renegade rain. Underneath, he’d laid several throw rugs and tossed pillows. Three lounge chairs with a round table were the sole furnishings. From the patio cover, he’d hung white twinkle lights that he quickly plugged in to the lone outlet. Off to the side was a barbeque he hadn’t used since Genie’s arrival, and several patio chairs were scattered near the roof’s edge facing south and the city.

“I’m glad you approve. Coming from you that means a lot.”

“And why is that?” She was at his side in a blink. “More champagne?”

“That’s two questions, but I’ll answer the second one first. Yes, I’d like more.”

She took a long drink from the bottle before handing it to him. Copying her, he let the bubbles tingle down his throat in a delicious trail. He rarely indulged in the bubbly and was enjoying its dryness.

“That’s good,” he sighed, running his hand across his mouth and stifling a burp.

She laughed, the sound musical. “Don’t hold back on my account. I was taught that a good belch equaled a compliment when it came to food or drink.”

“I’ll remember that next time.” He let his gaze travel over the city, dawn wasn’t far off.

She turned serious. “You still haven’t answered the first question. Why my opinion matters…I want to know.”

Facing her, his chest tightened. His usual insecurity around beautiful women threatened to overtake the bravery he’d embraced bringing Selena up here. “I’m not good at this.” He paused, glancing down, away from her penetrating gaze that seemed to see right through him. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to meet her stare. “You’re gorgeous, funny, strong, and a little strange.”

She smiled, her cheeks flushing. “I like that. Go on.”

“Strange in a good way. I like you, Selena. If we weren’t in the middle of whatever the hell we’re in the middle of, I’d ask you to dinner. The fact you like my sanctuary means a lot. That’s the best I can do.”

“That’s the most honest thing any man has ever said to me, jinn or human.”

Before he could answer, she’d cupped his face in her hands and smashed her lips against his. Without thinking, he tossed the bottle over the edge behind him. It shattered on the sidewalk far below.

“I’ll clean it up,” she whispered, pressing into him.

He grabbed the back of her head, tangling his hand in her hair and kissed her the way he’d dreamed about since she’d first appeared. She purred, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. He savored the champagne mingled with her distinctive taste, creating a flavor he’d never forget.

He pulled back. “I want you, Selena. Here. Now.”

“Yes,” she agreed, her amber eyes on fire.

“No. I think not,” her mother interrupted, suddenly at their side.

Do you wonder what happened next? I hope so! You will have to read the book to find out. Head over to Amazon and grab your Kindle copy for $.99 while its still on pre-order (Yes, I'm shamelessly promoting right now). 

GET YOUR COPY HERE!

Seriously, it's a fantastic price for a dark, delicious adventure you won't soon forget!

Until next time, keep moving and shaking AND belly dancing, if you're so inclined. I'm still thinking of trying it out. And believe me, my tummy doesn't look anything like the dancer's below. 

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Who is Reid Romans? A drunk or something more?

For my famous representation of Reid, I imagine a younger Charlie Hunnam. Why oh why can't he be in Fifty Shades? Sorry, I digress. I find the man absolutely enthralling. 

Anyway. Moving on! A little about Reid Romans: 

He spends his days panhandling on Portland's street corners, favoring the one outside Powell's Bookstore. His past is a dark, painful mess that threatens to push him closer to madness. Without his daily bottle of Jack Daniels past memories torment and torture, tempting him with the idea that death might be preferable to his present circumstances. Only in his mid-twenties, he's harboring more secrets then men twice his age, secrets if uncovered could cost him his miserable existence. 

Things change for Reid in a major (I mean major) way when a local liquor store owner offers him something far different than his daily dose of whiskey. 

When a gorgeous genie explodes from the gifted bottle in a cloud of smoke, his life is turned upside down, inside out, and right side up (sort of). 

Underneath all the dirt, grime, and abundance of unkept facial hair, Reid Romans is seriously sexy. He is not who or what he seems to be. Genie helps him peel away the unwanted layers, both physical and emotional, allowing him to become who he was meant to be. 

As a man whose sexual tastes are highly diverse, he's afraid Genie won't be able to handle his desires. He's shocked to discover she's exactly what he's been searching for in and out of the bedroom. 

DISCLAIMER: There is so much about Reid I just can't share without giving away HUGE SPOILERS. 

So how about an excerpt? 

“You’re at my place. Genie made breakfast. Why don’t we fill you in over bacon and eggs?”

Despite the pounding in his head, his stomach gurgled at the thought of hot food. Breakfast was a luxury that no hangover, no matter how extreme, could keep him from.

After using the bathroom and finding a shirt he must have discarded by the bed, he joined Mark and the woman called Genie at the table. He was torn. Part of him wanted to devour the plate of food that had been placed in front of him, the other part wanted to stare at the foreign beauty who had referred to him as master, whatever that meant.

He decided to do both.

Shoveling the best scrambled eggs he’d tasted in years into his mouth, he watched Mark and Genie as they discussed Pirates of the Caribbean, the movie she had enjoyed last night for the first time. His heart rate increased as he absorbed all that was Genie.

Her hair was such a deep shade of black, it appeared almost blue, but unlike the trendy hair colors common to Portland, hers somehow seemed natural. He’d never seen the vibrant color before. Contrasted with her unusually dark eyes, full, heart-shaped lips, and olive skin, it was hard to tear his gaze from her face, but when he finally did, he was rewarded with a long, elegant neck that begged to be kissed, perfectly sculpted shoulders, and breasts that would more than fill his hands. He couldn’t see below the table, but he’d already memorized her narrow waist, tapering into flared hips that were wider than what adorned most popular magazine covers. He’d always found protruding hip bones and ribs unattractive on women. There was nothing unattractive about Genie.

Sensing his appraisal, she glanced his way. “Mast…I mean Reid, do you approve of my attire?” She stood and spun a slow circle.

Unsure why she’d ask, he looked closer at her clothing.

Dressed in a body hugging tank top, with some glittery design across the bust, and a pair of short shorts and silver sandals, she looked perfect. She wore her hair lose. The way it cascaded over her shoulders, reaching her waist, was beyond sexy.

He was glad she couldn’t see the bulge in his jeans. He shifted, hoping to take some of the pressure off.

These days, this particular inconvenience happened only when his bladder was full first thing in the morning. His alcoholism and homeless lifestyle didn’t bode well for sexual encounters. Not that folks on the street weren’t having sex, because they were; but in his case, he’d lost all interest. Keeping his liquor level on target took all his time and energy; but for the first time since that night, he found himself fantasizing about sex—sex with Genie to be more exact. Forcing the thought away, he took a bite of bacon.

“Reid?” she pressed. “You didn’t answer my question. I think this ensemble is more in line with current fashions.”

He leaned back and ran his hand through his hair. “Uh, you look great, fantastic, I mean.”

“I’m glad you’re not angry anymore,” she replied. “I understand. You had quite a shock.”

Mark piped in, “Ready to hear what happened?”

Was he? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He’d been pissed about something, and he hated to dredge up any reason to spark his anger. He spent most of his time angry. For once, he was halfway enjoying himself.

“Perhaps I could just show you.” Genie flicked her wrist, and the big flat screen flashed on. Instead of a TV show, an image of the liquor store appeared. Mark and Reid were standing amidst the shelves talking.

“How did you…?” Maybe he’d imagined what he thought he just saw. No one could turn on a TV without a remote.

“Just watch. It will all make sense,” Mark instructed.

Turning his attention back to the screen, Reid observed the scene with increasing interest. He was uncorking a purple bottle that Mark had handed him. A plume of smoke billowed from its opening and morphed into Genie dressed in some flashy belly dancing costume. He stayed silent as more of last night’s events unfolded magically like a made-for-TV-movie, and then he remembered—everything.

The jerks outside Powell’s; Starsky and Hutch robbing him at knife point; and his desperate attempt to get a bottle of Jack from Mark without paying; it all came back in a rush.

What he’d gotten from Mark was a genie named Genie. A mythical creature who clearly saw the faults he’d fought so hard to keep hidden and who had every intention of saving him from himself.

No wonder he’d been angry. He didn’t need anyone’s help. Not Mark’s and certainly not some genie who called him master. What he needed was another drink, and then he’d get back where he belonged, Portland’s streets. 

Want to learn more about Reid, Genie, Mark, and the others? Bottle Banished is available still for the PRE-ORDER PRICE of $.99. The price will increase on February 12, 2015, the day after publication. 

PRE-ORDER BOTTLE BANISHED FOR KINDLE

As a recap, here are the characters you have met so far:

Jinn Kûru starring Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

Genie starring a gorgeous model (would love to find her name)

Reid Romans starring the delicious Charlie Hunnam

Who is Genie the genie?

Time for another character cameo. I promised to share snapshots of how I envision my characters by using famous folks as examples. For Genie, I couldn't find a "famous" woman who fit how I picture her. However, I discovered a portrait of a gorgeous model who is an exact replica of my heroine. The only issue is her eyes. Genie's eyes are dark brown. The model's are a gorgeous sky blue. Other than that I believe I've found my genie. 

If you recall, I imagined Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson as my evil, sexy jinn who is obsessed with claiming Genie for himself. Genie is having none of that! 

She is a woman who wants to help others. She takes rules seriously and doesn't settle for less than the best. She believes in love and finds the patriarchal society she was raised in obsolete and the practice of keeping women in harems, degrading. When she meets her new master, she is shocked to discover how attracted she is to him, despite a number of glaring problems that he makes no effort to hide. We'll talk more about Reid Romans later. Regardless, she hates to see anyone suffer, glaring problems or not, and Reid is no exception. Her attraction to him awakens feelings she's never experienced, especially with a master. 

Below you will find an excerpt featuring Genie and Reid. Let's just say, things get hot and steamy between them despite their efforts to resist.

Excerpt from Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie
Genie's POV

Standing in the exact place Reid had stood before giving her the home tour, Genie followed a yacht’s progress. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, she watched as it glided down the river, waves cresting gently at its sides, the onboard lights bright and cheery, the glow welcoming. She had an unexpected urge to join the ship’s guests as they enjoyed their summer evening on such a glorious vessel. Perhaps there, she could escape the feelings Reid Romans had awakened.

She was no longer held captive in a bottle, but was instead imprisoned by a set of archaic rules that kept her from what she wanted most.

“Genie! There you are. What happened? You were petting my blanket and admiring my room, and then you disappeared. I thought you’d left me.”

He thought I left him? I couldn’t…wouldn’t.

“Reid, unless you release me, I am yours for as long as you live. Nothing will separate us,” she said the words with the realization she didn’t mind being bound to a master, as long as that master was Reid. She’d left his bedroom to escape the fire blazing between them.

“Do you want me to release you? You said something about it last night.” He joined her at the window, their arms touching.

“No, I want to stay, but I figured that was what you wanted. You weren’t real thrilled to find me, if you recall.” It was hard to believe his animosity had diminished so rapidly. Removing his physical need for liquor had changed him faster than she’d predicted. Granted, they’d been bombarded with one crisis after another, keeping his mind occupied.

“I was a real jerk,” he admitted, leaning closer.

They stayed that way, barely touching and staring silently, until Reid cleared his throat. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. I don’t want to drink. That’s a miracle, pure and simple. I have hope, and I have you.”

Like a moth drawn to light, she tilted her head, glimpsing the intensity of his gaze.

 “Genie…” The way he said her name was like a soft caress.

He reached around her neck, sliding his hand into her hair.

She pushed aside every warning about romancing a master and shifted closer, until she was pressed against him. She shivered, dropping her head to stare at her feet.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Unable to resist, she obeyed.

 “You are the most beautiful and intriguing woman I have ever met, and that’s no lie. I need to kiss you. Once I do, there is no going back. Do you understand? I. Will. Possess. You.”

His words sent a jolt of desire through her like electricity through a wire. She wanted him to possess her, whatever that entailed. But a sudden vision of him in danger because of her selfishness invaded. Just the thought of him hurt had a sobering effect, dousing her desire like a bucket of water poured over a hot flame.

“I can’t. I’m sorry”

But what if the rules aren’t true? What if I can be with him?

“I’m not good enough for you,” he snapped. “The drunk with a past is not sufficient for the perfect genie. I’m guessing that jinn is more your type.”

“Master, Reid…that is not the reason,” she pleaded, angry with herself for sending mixed signals and with him for his rude response. She knew he was hurting and couldn’t possibly understand her rejection, but how could he accuse her of wanting the jinn? Hadn’t she made it clear how much she despised him?

“Tell me then. What is the reason? I feel like we’ve been playing cat and mouse all day. I know you want me, Genie. I can see it in your eyes, the way your body sways toward mine. I told myself I was no good for you, but none of that matters. Not anymore. If I can’t touch you, I think I’ll go insane.”

She gasped. His latest revelation sent her emotions reeling. “Reid, there are rules.”

“Fuck the rules! Rules are meant to be broken.” His eyes darkened again, ensnaring her like a fly in a spider’s web.

“Fuck the rules,” she whispered, liking the way the words sounded, but shocked they’d come from her.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck the rules.”

This time when he reached for her she reached back.

His lips crushed against hers with such force, she groaned. A responding growl rumbled deep in Reid’s throat as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring and tasting with urgency.

Genie responded, grabbing his hips and pressing her breasts hard against him. Nothing could have prepared her for how her body responded to one kiss. Heat radiated through her core, causing her womb to clench and her thighs to clamp together. Reid’s sent of musk and man overwhelmed her senses.

I want to consume him.

“I like it when you’re a bad girl. Breaking the rules is hot as hell,” Reid whispered against her lips. “Can you blink us to the bedroom, baby?”

He didn’t need to ask twice. 

If you enjoyed what you read and want more, now is a great time to grab your copy of Bottle Banished. It is available for Amazon Kindle at a pre-order price of $.99. Price will increase following the initial release. 

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Blog Tour Almost Here!

My first book blog tour is drawing closer. That's right! February 11, 2015 is the big day. Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie also releases that day. Woo Hoo! What a day. 

I'd like to share some promo pieces with you. Designed by my tour host, Bewitching Book Tours, these little lovelies are available for you to post. Feel free to grab and share on your blogs or Twitter, or, well, anywhere!

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Also, you can expect a character cameo, featuring Genie, and new book excerpts over the next several days. I can't wait to share more of my world with you!

Tease. Tempt. Torment.

I'm hoping to tease, tempt, and torment  you (in a nice way) with tidbits from my book. These little snapshots provide just a glimpse of what readers will find within the pages of Bottle Banished. It is so darn hard to know what to share with you. I don't want to reveal secrets, but I want you to be tantalized into reading this book. (Like all my 'T' words?) 

Imagine a new mom with her baby all dressed up in his/her cute new outfit. She can't wait to show that baby off to the world. I think it's kind of like that for an author with a looming book release. We want to share this product of our labor to the world. Granted, laboring over a book might not be as painful as birthing a baby (10 lb babies in my case) but it is a trying process that involves hard work and dedication, pushing through the pain and frustration when those words just won't come out. See all the parallels to childbirth? 

Then come the reviews. Lord All Mighty! People criticize, and at times, even hate your "baby." They tell the world how awful your baby looks. You learn to develop tough skin. If not, you won't survive in this business. Just look at those bestselling authors, they, too, have the dreaded one and two star reviews. Sometimes, tons of them. Thank goodness they keep having babies (I mean publishing books!). 

So, right now is a perfect time to take a peek at my baby without investing a lot of your hard earned money. Until February 11, 2015, you can PRE-ORDER my book baby at Amazon Kindle for .99 cents. I believe, hope, wish, you find my "baby" to be so damn fantastic you have to tell the world about it. If not, you've only lost a buck looking.  I can't tell you how many book's I've checked out at low introductory prices and been thrilled. There's some good looking babies out there! 

Okay, enough of the baby/book comparison. Though it works, huh? Happy reading! More teasers coming soon. I'm thinking everyday until release. We'll see if I can keep up the momentum! Thank you so much for hanging out on my little corner of the web. I'd love to hear your comments and answer you questions. Feel free to grab any of my promo creations and share them on your corner of the web! Let's connect!

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One Obsessed Djinn

When a person (or jinn) wants something they can't have, he or she can become a wee bit obsessive, to put it mildly. They might even behave badly. It's easy, after all, to get hung up--hard--on the object or person we desire most. 

In my story, a jinn who never experiences rejection is turned down by the genie he wants above all else. His need to possess her supercedes even his common sense, making him ruthless and careless. S-o-o-o not a good combination when you're trying to rescue and avenge a family member while you have hunters hot on your smoky trail, eager to bind you to a bottle. 

Find out what happens when Genie refutes Jinn Kûru yet again, falling for a human instead. 

I think you will be shocked to discover how things play out. Don't think traditional love triangle. Oh, no! Not even close.

Crazy or Magic?

Reid Romans wonders if he has finally lost his mind. Is she real?

Reckless

Bewitching Book Tours: Now scheduling a two week tour for Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie by C.L. Riley

Bewitching Book Tours: Now scheduling a two week tour for Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie by C.L. Riley

 I am very excited to participate with Roxanne and Bewitching Book Tours. I am hoping to spread the word about Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie. With so many amazing books and authors to choose from, it is crucial readers get a chance to meet my characters. 

So...who shall I introduce first? 

Just for fun, I am going to use famous people to represent my characters. So I'm casting, Kûru, our evil, sexy, obsessive, domineering, sex-fueled djinn, with the one and only...Dwayne Johnson. In this particular photo (love the quote, too!) Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, reminds me of my jinn. Add a few more tribal tattoos across his chest and back, and ears that are a tad more pointy, and you've got my bad boy jinn.

Here is an excerpt from Bottle Banished featuring Kûru the Jinn:

Too impatient to wait for his driver to open the door, Kûru grabbed his leather jacket and slipped from the limo with inhuman grace. Side stepping him on the sidewalk, the driver raised a brow, clearly impressed by his quick reflexes.

He would need to be more careful.

Toning down his unnatural speed and flexibility wasn’t easy, but he had to make every effort to blend in. Nodding at the driver, he headed toward the entrance, energized by the thrill of the hunt.

A young woman pushed by. “Excuse me. I’m late for a meeting.” She bustled in without giving him a second glance.

Usually just a brush against him triggered a heated response. He entered after her, intrigued. He wasn’t sure what she looked like. She’d been so quick, all he had noticed was her hair’s ginger waves. Scanning the room, he struggled without success to spot her through the crowd.

True to the driver’s word, the place looked like a Wall Street after-hour-hangout. He could smell wealth and desperation. Like him, not everyone here was who they appeared to be. There were women hoping to snare rich patrons and men who had lost everything, eager for invitations back into the world they’d been barred from. Most curious was the scent of magic. It was faint, but nevertheless, all too real.

On guard and acutely aware of his surroundings, he made his way through the crowded tables, forcing himself to bump against a chair. “Pardon me,” he muttered, hating the farce.

How could humans live with their clumsiness? Just faking it disgusted him, but until he identified the magic’s source, he would remain wary and make every effort to appear human. He couldn’t afford to be blindsided by an enemy jinn or hunter.

Finding an empty stool at the long bar, he leaned back, arms crossed, and faced the room.

A jazz band played on one of several stages under a canopy of colorful lights. The atmosphere and décor were indeed designed to reflect the customers’ wealth. Waitresses wore simple, form-fitting black dresses with basic low-heeled pumps and carried their silver trays with expert ease, while the male servers moved through the room, spinning and ducking to avoid accidents with their own practiced precision. Their black dress shirts and slacks were casually classy. Over all, the place was sleek but simple.

As expected, women were starting to notice him. Men had spotted him as well, marking him as a rival to their chances at business and pleasure. He understood he was also what regular attendees might refer to as “fresh meat.” He shook his head at the ridiculous comparison.

A perky waitress stopped in front of him. “The bartender looks pretty busy. Can I get you something?” She pressed out her breasts and smiled, looking too young to be peddling liquor.

“Scotch, Johnnie Walker, blue label, minimal ice.”

She waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. He was on a mission and didn’t have time for frivolous pleasures, not tonight. Cocktail waitresses were off the menu no matter how tasty they might be.

A few minutes later she returned with his drink. He gave her a sizable tip, regretting he couldn’t give her what she really wanted.

After enduring sixty minutes of flirty advances from intoxicated women and challenging stares from the men, he was weary of the whole scene. Despite their social standing, the humans were predictable and boring. No one stood out, and he’d yet to locate the woman from earlier.

Ready to leave, he headed through the crowd to the men’s room. He wanted to wash his hands of this place both literally and figuratively.

At a table near the back, surrounded by gossiping females, he recognized the woman he’d been searching for. Apparently the meeting had been her birthday celebration. She was tearing shiny paper from a box. A half-eaten cake with candles, surrounded by empty glasses, took up the table’s central spot. Unlike the rest of her party, she paid him no heed. The others had stopped watching her to stare at him.

“Ladies! I’m over here! What’s wrong with…?” She finally lifted her head to meet his gaze. She scowled. “Can I help you with something?”

Her friends tittered nervously. “Cassie,” one chided. “That’s rude.”

He looked over his shoulder and back. She had to be kidding, right? No human female had ever rejected him. Only his genie could claim that feat.

Fighting the urge to turn up his sex appeal, he slammed through the bathroom door, humiliated. Another man followed. “Don’t feel bad. We’ve all tried to hit that tonight. She’s one of those ice queens. Her friends seem pretty impressed with you, though. At least you don’t have to go home alone.”

He wanted to strangle the man now humming as he faced the urinal, but instead accepted a towel offered by the bathroom attendant who kept his expression neutral. He handed over a tip and made a quick escape before he’d be forced to hear anymore sage advice from a useless human.

Frustrated by Cassie’s rejection, he stomped by their table, focused on the exit.

“Wait! Please!”

He stopped, turning slowly. Cassie waved him over. Too curious to resist, he found himself standing beside their table.

“I’m sorry. I was impolite. You didn’t do anything. I’m just sick of …”

“Men,” the woman on her left supplied. “She’s sick of men.”

Not sure what to say, he raised an eyebrow.

“You look about as lost as I feel,” Cassie laughed. “Come on, have a seat. I’m sure one of these other non-man-hating ladies will buy you a drink.”

Feeling oddly uncomfortable, he pulled out a chair.

Before he could sit, the scent of magic, stronger this time, assaulted him with its one of a kind sweetness. The nearby employee entrance was flung open and a handful of masked men poured into the room, weapons drawn.

The need to protect Cassie was both sudden and unexpected.

He leapt over the table and pushed her behind him. The band stopped and people scrambled to hide under tables; others cowered on the floor crying. An ammonia laced odor was evidence that bladders had emptied the second the gunmen entered.

Keeping their weapons pointed into the crowd, the men parted like the red sea for Moses, but rather than the biblical hero, a lean Hispanic man swaggered into the room, talking as he walked. “No need to be so scared. I’m here for one person. He knows who he is. If he comes willingly, you all can continue your evening. No one gets hurt. Comprende’? If he doesn’t, I kill one of you every minute until he does.”

No one moved.

Kûru glanced to the right where the magic seemed strongest.

His nephew’s gaze met his. At least he wasn’t in a bottle, banished.

Using the link existing between jinns, Kûru sent him a mental message: Do not reveal you recognize me. I will free you, and we will enact our revenge. I promise you. The leader, is he Santiago?

No. His younger brother. Santiago sends others to do his dirty work.

Had it been Santiago, Kûru might have acted right then.

“You!” Santiago’s brother pointed at him. “Why aren’t you on your knees like everyone else? Since you are so brave, you die first.”

“No!” Cassie cried behind him, warming his heart despite the guns now pointed at his head.

He sneered at the threat, satisfied to see his adversary flinch. Apparently, the younger Santiago had expected him to collapse on the floor and plead for his life.

That would never happen. Not now. Not ever.

He’d have to risk using magic. Fortunately, the options for creative retaliation were infinite. If he could find a way to finish this swiftly, without revealing his powers, he’d call the night a success.

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When I first had the idea for a bad ass jinn, I was reminded of a character from the TV series, Supernatural. Remember this djinn?

Though, scary, he didn't have the sex appeal I was seeking. Thus:

I hope you enjoyed the teaser! Most scenes involving my lead jinn include steamy sex, so I am keeping it simple on the blog. Watch for more character cameos coming soon! I'd love to hear who you think would make a sexy, evil, djinn. Please share! I welcome reader interaction. So let's interact!