Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Teaser Tuesday: Rhapsodic

It's been a long time since I shared a teaser with you all, so I thought I'd post one from Rhapsodic, which is coming out fall of this year! Not going to lie, I sorta just closed my eyes and stopped on a random page, but I stumbled upon a good scene, so it all worked out for the best. :) It was supposed to be mini ... but I gots carried away! Enjoy!

By the way, for those of you who don't know, Callie, the main character, has a wrist full of beads that are essentially magical IOUs she owes Desmond "Des" Flynn (AKA, the Bargainer). Tht might erase some confusion while reading. :)


Rhapsodic Teaser

The Bargainer blocks my exit, his hands gripping the top of the doorframe. Unwillingly, my eyes move to those toned arms of his.

“What if I told you that you couldn’t go?” he says, his voice hypnotic. “That I wanted you to stay and use up some more of my beads?”

I didn’t actually think he would try to keep me here. He’s wanted nothing to do with me for so long that I can’t really imagine our relationship any other way.

“I wouldn’t believe you,” I say. “Now please, move.”

Des is staring at me strangely. He releases the doorframe and prowls forward. “Truth or dare?”

I back up, suddenly nervous at the look in his eyes.

“Des …”

“Dare,” he breathes.

In the next instant, he’s on me, his hands roughly cupping my cheeks. His mouth crashes into mine, his lips demanding.

Des is kissing me, and God is it savage.

I kiss him back without thinking, swept up into the taste of him and the feel of him holding me.

I’m supposed to be leaving, reclaiming my house and my life, but nope. It’s not going to happen, not while Des is demonstrating all the ways my taste in men was spot on when I was a teenager.

I’m backing up, and one of the Bargainer’s hands has dropped to my thigh, exposed by the high slits of my dress. His fingers move up and down the skin, up and down.

My back bumps into the wall. Des cages me in, holding me hostage with his body. My lips part, and Des’s tongue sweeps inside my mouth, claiming mine.

His hand moves to my breast, and I arch into him, my breath leaving me.

“Gods, Callie ...” he rasps.

Des’s wings materialize, spreading out and closing over the wall around me. While I kiss him, I begin to run my fingertips over them.

He groans, leaning into my touch.

“Feels too good.”

***

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Hugs and happy reading!
Laura

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Rhapsodic Description



Hey hey readers!

Gueeessss what?! Rhapsodic, my upcoming NA paranormal romance trilogy finally has it's official description! I'm so excited to share this novel with you. It's been over two years in the making, and it stars a fae king and the siren who's indebted to him.

In the next couple of months, I'll post another teaser, as well as a Q&A on this series. But for now, check out the book's description:

Rhapsodic

Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past. For the last seven years she’s been collecting a bracelet of black beads up her wrist, magical IOUs for favors she’s received. Only death or repayment will fulfill the obligations. Only then will the beads disappear.

Everyone knows that if you need a favor, you go to the Bargainer to make it happen. He’s a man who can get you anything you want … at a price. And everyone knows that sooner or later he always collects.

But for one of his clients, he’s never asked for repayment. Not until now. When Callie finds the fae king of the night in her room, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eye, she knows things are about to change. At first it’s just a chaste kiss—a single bead’s worth—and a promise for more.

For the Bargainer, it’s more than just a matter of rekindling an old romance. Something is happening in the Otherworld. Fae warriors are going missing one by one. Only the women are returned, each in a glass casket, a child clutched to their breast. And then there are the whispers among the slaves, whispers of an evil that’s been awoken. 

If the Bargainer has any hope to save his people, he’ll need the help of the siren he spurned long ago. Only, his foe has a taste for exotic creatures, and Callie just happens to be one.


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Hugs and happy reading,
Laura

Friday, July 15, 2016

Blood and Sin is Now Out!

Hi readers!

The title of the post kinda says it all! Blood and Sin is now out! You can find it here! Ahhh, I'm so, so, so excited to share my newest series with you. It was a blast to write, and did I mention that I got to write it with my husband, Dan Rix?

For those of you who don't know, Blood and Sin is the first book in a NA paranormal romance trilogy that stars a demon (they prefer to be called Infernari), and a demon hunter bent on wiping them all out. There's dark magic and portals to hell (or Abyssos, as the natives call it). Oh, and I mentioned there was romance, didn't I? ;) 

I hope you enjoy reading Blood and Sin as much as Dan and I enjoyed writing it! And if you want to know more about Blood and Sin, read on for the description.







Blood and Sin

Hot-blooded, prideful, feral, Lana Malesuis is a demon. She has sworn an oath to heal her war-torn, dying species. Her method: drain human blood, use it to fuel her dark magic, reap human misfortune. She has come to the town of White Sulfur Springs to cull. 


Cold-blooded, ruthless, conniving, Jame Asher is a human. He has sworn to avenge his wife and baby girl, killed by demon magic. His plan: destroy demons’ portals, deprive them of their human blood supply, exterminate them one by one. He has come to White Sulfur Springs to kill. 


But when they meet, and he takes Lana as his prisoner, the last thing he expects to see in her wild violet eyes is the frightened innocence of a young girl. For her part, Lana never expects to feel anything but hate for the most feared demon hunter on Earth. 

Neither of them expected it to become something more. 

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Blood and Sin Playlist

Only a few more days until Blood and Sin (The Infernari #1) comes out! I can hardly wait! Until then, I thought I'd put up a quick post with the official Blood and Sin playlist! Music is a huge part of my writing, and the following songs really caught the mood of Blood and Sin and/or inspired me while writing it. I hope you enjoy!



Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Dan Rix and Laura Thalassa Discuss Blood and Sin


Hey readers!

Blood and Sin (Infernari #1), the NA paranormal romance novel I co-wrote with Dan Rix, comes out on July 15. In honor of its upcoming release, Dan and I created a video where we answer some questions concerning the book, ... and goof off. Without further ado, here it is:



I hope you enjoy! For more info on Blood and Sin, you can check it out here on Goodreads. If you'd like to receive an email when the book releases, please consider signing up for my mailing list, located in the top right hand corner of this page.

Happy reading!
Laura

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Rhapsodic Cover Reveal and Excerpt

Okay, so this book as been a looooooong time in coming! I started talking about Rhapsodic back in early 2014, when it was called Moonlight Rhapsody and going to be part of an anthology, but the anthology never went through, so I set out to publish it separately. Only ... the idea for The Queen of All that Dies shoved its way in, and I decided to write that series first. So I set Rhapsodic aside--until now.

Rhapsodic is the first book in a NA paranormal trilogy that stars a siren with an armful of magical beads, each one an IOU that she has to repay to the king of the night. I'll have more info on this in the coming months, but let me just say that I am ecstatic to finally get to pick this story back up! It's going to be dark and fun and full of thrills. If you want to read some teasers I've already posted on the novel, you can browse through them here. These teasers are subject to change since I haven't touched what I've written in over two years! If you want to read the description, I've included it with the cover below!

Okay, onto the cover. *Sigh* I think this cover might be my favorite one yet! It's fairly different from my other covers, but I hope you like it anyway! 

Are you ready?


Here it is:




Rhapsodic
Coming Fall/Winter 2016


Ten years ago I bought an armful of favors from a very bad man, a man only fools and desperate people call upon. They call him the Bargainer, but I know him as Desmond Flynn. If you need a favor, he’s the man to go to. He can fulfill your heart’s desire. 
But every favor comes at a price, and once the Bargainer commits to his side of the deal, you’re magically bound to fulfill yours. Only death can sever that obligation—and trust me when I say the Bargainer doesn’t let that happen. 

I've waited ten long years to repay my debts. Ten long years to forget my dark past and the man who's haunted it. But that all ends today. 


Desmond Flynn has finally come to collect.

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Excerpt from Rhapsodic

10 years ago ...

Blood on my hands, blood between my toes. It’s splashed across my chest, and to my horror, I can taste a few droplets on my lips.

There’s far too much of it staining the kitchen’s marble floors. No one can possibly survive that much blood loss, not even the monster at my feet.

My entire body shakes, adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I drop the broken bottle and fall to my knees.

Blood soaking into my jeans.

I stare at my tormentor. His glassy eyes have lost their focus. If I were a braver person, I would’ve placed my ear to his chest to just make sure that his cold, blackened heart had stilled. I can’t bear to touch him, even now. Even if he can no longer hurt me.

He’s gone. He’s finally gone.

A shuddering sob pushes its way out of me. For the first time in what seems like an eternity I can breathe. I sob again. God it feels good. This time tears follow.

I’m not supposed to feel relief. I know that. I know people are supposed to mourn the loss of life. But I can’t. Not him, anyway. Maybe that makes me evil. All I know is that tonight, I actually faced my fear and I survived it.

He’s dead. He can’t hurt me anymore. He’s dead.

It takes only a few more seconds for that realization to hit me.

Oh, God. He’s dead.

My hands begin to shake. There’s a body and blood, so much blood. I’m drenched in it. It speckles my homework, and one fat droplet obscures Lincoln’s face on my history textbook.

A harsh shiver courses through my body. The air feels different now that death has touched this place.
I stare down at my hands, feeling like Lady Macbeth. Out damned spot! I dash to the kitchen sink, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in their wake. Oh, God, I need to get his blood off of me now.

I rinse my hands furiously. The crimson liquid stains my cuticles and it's embedded itself beneath my fingernails. I can't get it all off before I notice blood also coats my arms. So I scrub those. But then it’s on my shirt, and I can see it congealing in my hair.

I whimper as I work. It doesn’t matter. It’s not coming out.

Fuck.

I lean over the granite countertop and assess the pink admixture of blood and water that stains it, the floor, and the sink.

Can’t hide from this.

Reluctantly, my eyes slide to the body. An illogical part of me expects him to sit back up and attack me. He’d always seemed like some terrible force of nature. Why would a little thing like death to stop him? When he doesn’t do just that, I begin to think again.

What … do I do now? Call the police? The justice system protects minors. I’ll be okay, they’ll just call me in for questioning.

Nausea rolls through me. No, I can’t do it.

But I have no choice, not unless …

The monster bleeding out in our kitchen knew a man who knew a man. Someone that could clean up a messy situation. I only had to sell a bit of my soul to speak to him.

I dash to the junk drawer, my trembling hands having trouble opening it. Once I do, it’s short work grabbing the business card and reading over the peculiar contact information.

Fear washes through me. If I do this, there’s no going back.

My gaze sweeps over the kitchen. It’s already too late to go back.

I take a deep breath and do as the business card instructs.

“Bargainer, I would like to make a deal.”

***
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Hugs and happy reading,
Laura

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Blood and Sin, Teaser #2

Happy early summer! Sorry, I had to start with that because the days have been so freaking beautiful lately! Late spring/early summer is one of my favorite times of year, and I thought I'd celebrate today with a little teaser!

This is an excerpt from my upcoming novel, Blood and Sin (The Infernari #1), a NA paranormal novel (the first of three books), that's about demons--or Infernari, as they call themselves--and the human hunter that wants to eradicate their kind. I'll post the description below, but you can also read about it here. It comes out July 15, and for those of you newsletter subscribers, you'll be getting the first three chapters of it in my upcoming newsletter! If you haven't subscribed and would like to receive a sneak peek of Blood and Sin, I have a signup form on the top right hand of my website.

I am co-authoring this series with my husband, author Dan Rix, and it's been so much fun! If you're interested in checking out his other books (I totally recommend his Timeloopers series), you can check him out here.

By the way, I always forget to mention this but the following excerpt is unedited and subject to change. :) Without further ado, here's the second teaser:


Blood and Sin, Teaser #2

No one even gave me a second glance.

But oh, they gave Lana second glances. Plenty of them.
Sashaying next to me in her skintight jumpsuit, her eyes a luminous blue-violet and her long hair breezing unnaturally behind her, she had the attention of every guy on Bourbon Street. A whole crowd of douchebags parted around us, eyeing her up and down and whistling.

Their catcalls grated my nerves. But unlike the guy I glared at earlier, they were too drunk to heed my stare telling them to back the fuck off.

“Let’s see some titties!” one of them hollered, dancing in front of her, a dozen necklaces of glittery beads clanking around his neck.

Lana had halted, momentarily mesmerized by the rainbow colors.

“I’ll give you my best beads…” he continued, “this one right here if you show us your tits…” He fumbled to get one off.

Nuh-uh. I was not in the mood for this crap.

All night, I’d kept it on lockdown. But seeing this little twerp, seeing his crap plastic beads jingling over his fraternity hoodie, seeing him yelling and shaking his beads in Lana’s face, I cracked.

I tried to keep my cool, but I couldn’t.

Rage flared under my skin, and my fingers clamped into fists.

I tossed the bottle aside, grabbed the guy by the collar, and shoved him up against a nearby arch.

“Mardi Gras is in February,” I growled. “So take your beads and get the fuck out of my way.”

He shoved me back. “It’s always Mardi Gras where I go.” His breath reeked of beer. “That your girl? ’Cause she was eyeing my beads like she wanted some.”

My eyes fell to his clinking jewelry. I lifted up the strands of his cheap plastic beads. “You think a girl like that—” I jerked my head towards Lana, “is going to show her tits to a little shit like you for crap beads like this?” I flung them in his face. “You know what, give them to me. All of them. You’re done.” I pried them over his head and stumbled away with a fistful of plastic necklaces.

Smirking, I turned around, and one of his frat brothers punched me in the face and laid me out on the curb. The blow rang in my ears.

The other douchebags danced away, shouting, “Dude, you beaned him!”

Yep, had to get drunk and pick a fight with six frat boys, huh, Asher?

Not my proudest moment.

Rubbing my jaw, I rose slowly, seeing red. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

I tackled the guy into a nearby oyster shack, bowling over a table and scattering the screaming patrons. Already cocked back, my fist slammed into his face. His nose sprayed blood. Nice.

I was going to go to jail for this.

For defending Lana.

Fuck.

I landed one more punch before his friend dragged me off, arm clamped around my neck.

Tonight was just not my night.

I got my feet under me and thrust us backward. Through sheer dumb luck, I managed to ram him into the same archway, earning a grunt. Bits of plaster flaked off above us. Grabbing his arm, I heaved him over my shoulder and slammed him onto his back, knocking the wind out of him. Wheezing, he raised his palms at my cocked fist, and I backed off.

Breathing heavily, I turned back to the other four and wiped my bloody lip. “Anyone else think it’s Mardi Gras?”

They looked drunk enough to attack me, too. Probably thought they could take me six versus one. I’d survived worse odds, and my opponents hadn’t been idiot college boys.

“Bro, bro, he’s got a gun!” Catching sight of my holster, the guys grabbed their buddies and stumbled backward, tripping on their heels.

I called after them, “Come at me, bros! I want some more beads!”

But they were gone.

Idiots. I wasn’t even carrying concealed, and it took them that long to notice.

I looked around at the rest of the onlookers—half the street had paused to watch—and they ducked their heads and continued on their way, like I was going to shoot them or something.

“Humans are weird.” Lana frowned, clearly still trying to figure out what had happened. “What was that even about?”

I picked up the beads, and led her away by the elbow. “Told you you’d get into trouble.”

“That was you who got into trouble,” she said. “He was just being nice and trying to give me some beads…and can I at least have one? Or do I have to beat you up and steal them from you now? Is that how the bead game works?”

Her naivety made me smile. “Stop. Look at me.”

We paused on a street corner out of the way, those strangely beautiful eyes of hers fixed on me. God, she was innocent. Something protective reared up in me.

I draped all the beads around her neck. “There. Now they’re yours.”

The way her eyes lit up, you’d think she’d just learned Santa Claus was real. She ran her fingers reverently over the molded plastic balls, her expression wondrous.

I stared at her, unable to look away, suddenly bewitched by her. Like a moth being pulled towards a flame. Her allure was toxic. And I needed to get away from her before I did something I would regret.

But I didn’t edge away. Neither did she.

“Wait,” she said, “you won them, you should get some too.” She lifted off half the necklaces and stepped in close as she reached up to put them over my own head, so close I could smell her ashy scent, a scent I’d come to hate. A scent I was now reconsidering.

Her fingers brushed my chest, and my pulse spiked before her hand flinched back.

She’d felt it too, whatever that was.

Whatever this was.

I felt a tickle on my lip, still bleeding, and her eyes darted to it. I licked it away.

She wanted that blood.

Her gaze lifted shyly to mine. “Was that fight about me, Jame Asher?”

She was calling me out, and I had no answer. I shook my head, my heart thumping at the base of my throat.

“About how he was talking to me?”

And looking at you.

“Nah,” I said, running a hand through my hair, “I just didn’t like his punk attitude. Wasn’t about you.”

She knew I was lying, she could read it on my face.

I knew I should break the moment, snap out of it, ignore her and keep walking like I didn’t want to be here, but I couldn’t budge. In that instant, everything else faded away—the drunks swimming around us like fish, the chaos of Bourbon Street, the rhythm and blues thumping from nearby clubs. Maybe it was the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, maybe it was the odor of sex and desire in the air, maybe it was the way her eyes seemed to glow like blue-violet flames, but all I saw right then was her.

And for the barest of moments, it didn’t matter that I’d sworn to kill her kind, or that they were hunting me. All that mattered was that for the first time in a very long time, I felt something beyond grief and anger. Something light and good. And even though a part of me knew it was reckless, knew that I was that idiot moth about to get burned, for once I didn’t fucking care.

I cupped the side of Lana’s neck and I kissed her.

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If you enjoyed that, you can click here to add Blood and Sin to your "To Read" list on Goodreads. Read on for the book's description.

Blood and Sin
July 15, 2016

Hot-blooded, prideful, feral, Lana Malesuis is a demon. She has sworn an oath to heal her war-torn, dying species. Her method: drain human blood, use it to fuel her dark magic, reap human misfortune. She has come to the town of White Sulfur Springs to cull.

Cold-blooded, ruthless, conniving, Jame Asher is a human. He has sworn to avenge his wife and baby girl, killed by demon magic. His plan: destroy demons’ portals, deprive them of their human blood supply, exterminate them one by one. He has come to White Sulfur Springs to kill.

But when they meet, and he takes Lana as his prisoner, the last thing he expects to see in her wild violet eyes is the frightened innocence of a young girl. For her part, Lana never expects to feel anything but hate for the most feared demon hunter on Earth. 

Neither of them expected it to become something more.


Happy reading,
Laura