Lucky Stars – Boxed Set by 7 Paranormal Romance Authors

Lucky Stars CoverI’m proud to announce the release of “Lucky Stars” From the folks who brought you Three Times Lucky, our original menage boxed set, comes:

Thank your Lucky Stars…
Seven romantic novellas take the reader out of this world and into worlds of sexy heroes and strong feisty heroines. From the stars in futuristic sci fi, to wolf shifters, to Greek gods, to ancient curses and fairy tales, seven of today’s hot romance authors take you on journeys of the heart where the only rule is a happily ever after.

7 complete stories-500 pages of romance happily ever afters.

LIVE on Amazon NOW for only .99!

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I’ll share a teaser from “Submit to Him” soon..

Cover Reveal: Lucky Stars Boxed Set

Yours truly is joining the amazing crew on a new boxed set, featuring some of our Night writers, namely Kim Carmichael, Solera Winters, Christine ALucky Stars Covershworth, Erzabet Bishop, Fred. T. Kerns, and Louisa Bacio will be joining me n a new paranormal themed romance boxed set!

My story is actually a continuation of the Reinhold saga I started years ago.  Feeling uninspired and unwanted, Theresa must make a decision when the strong willed Alpha of the local pack comes on to her.  Can she submit to him, give in her entire being to this man or will he scare her off?

I’ve got the proof of my story to go over today, but ya’ll enjoy this cover right’chah!

Review of Endangered –

Endangered_final_fiona5 Paws, fangs or whatever!

This book is an amazing and unique journey into a world where vampires are out in the open, running the mob and drug trade and giving a whole new meaning to customers for life! Livia, the Queen of the night, and her longtime lover, Isabelle, have been together for a very long time. They were peasants in Hungary when the Turks invaded and have been together ever since. They are strongly opposed to the drug trade and are fierce adversaries of the present regime.

There is a myth among the vampires that there is that one person out there that is the key to their salvation and from the moment Josef Staganov is born Livia knows that he is the one for her. She spends most of his life watching over him. She is so incredibly impressed by his strong sense of right and wrong and his continual search for justice. She decides it is time to make her presence known and claim him when he takes one too many risks with his life. He has become addicted to a new super powerful strand of heroine while undercover on a mission of his own and she is drawn to help even though her love, Izzy, is strongly opposed to bringing him into their family. Josef carries a secret that he is not aware of and he will need Livia’s love and Izzy’s strength to make it to the other side!

Sascha Illyvich gives an intense and thoroughly enthralling look at the seedy dark ugly side of the vampire run drug trade and the horrific violence that results when a mob boss that is also an ancient vampire must be overthrown! He pays incredible attention to detail and builds a plot that is a white

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knuckle page turner that will leave you breathing hard and praying that our heroes can pull their butts out the fire one more time. All of the violence is perfectly balanced with the incredible love story that builds between Josef and Livia and the look into a lifetime of love that has been shared by Livia and Izzy. To say that their love is explosive, all-encompassing and STEAMY is only touching the surface.

I am completely hooked by Sascha Illyvich! Thank you for introducing me to your supernatural world, I await more with baited breath!

Have you picked up your copy of Endangered from Amazon yet?

Naked Person Trivia From Red Sage

The folks at Red Sage suggested I answer some if not all of the questions on their form for the readers toenrique3a get to know ME more.  I think, I’ll have Josef and Livia answer these too, and Isabella of course, on The Nights of Lust site.  I might have (as a male romance author) naked when I did so.



Smoking a Masterpiece Platinum coupled with a damn fine glass of velvety merlot while relaxing in my favorite oversized leather chair. 


I think I’m actually creeped out by stuff but not really afraid of anything.


From my books? Joséf.  From others?  Wrath from Dark Lover


Let’s go with what makes me happier, it’s a shorter list.


“What if” is a fun game. 


Wounded Warrior project is one I believe in.  And RAINN. 


My life – I’d better explain.  Recently my health hasn’t been so great. Coupled with my own accidental self-destructive behavior, I thought I’d end up dead.  The ambulance trip last year didn’t help.  But it woke me up.  So, I possess my life. 


Don Cervantes cigars, books, great wine, women…


JR Ward, Christina Dodd, Lora Leigh’s older stuff. 


Michael Westen.  Or does Rick Castle count?

Endangered_final_fionaWHO ARE YOUR HEROES IN REAL LIFE?

Bill O’Reilly for protecting the folks, Our US Soldiers for protecting the country. 


I was never age five. 


Tatuaje Cojuno 2012 Habano, Flor De Las Antillas, Alec Bradley Black Market Filthy Hooligan, all three fine cigars.   And a bottle of  Bourbon to go with it.  And a hotel room. The Bunny needed some time alone away with me…

You shouldn’t forget to pick up your copy of ENDANGERED at Amazon now!  Read the novel author Diane Whiteside “couldn’t put down!

Jaded Males – My #Writing Specialty

One of the things I’ve continued to enjoy about paranormal romances was how I could dig deeper with the emotional levels and play enrique3aharder, heavier with angst, love and everything in between.  I think as a reader first, I like to experience books like roller coasters.  Even as I write this blog, I’m listening to dark, angry Djent-metal and Russian Death Metal band Ease of Disgust, so I can stay in the mood I’m trying to set while I talk about four heroes from three books.  We’ll start darkest to lightest so we end on a happy note, just like a good set of romance stories should.

In my upcoming Red Sage release ENDANGERED (Nights of Lust book 1) Joséf Staganov is an angry man.  Fed up with the world, dismayed by his peers on the police force, and now hooked on the smack he was trying to get off the streets, he’s a bitter man with one goal.  Do one last good deed before he’s killed.  Only, when Livía and her lover Isabella interfere with his desires to die, does he stop for a moment to examine his true motives.  When they begin to interfere and reveal to him his true destiny, it does nothing to undermine the real mission Joséf embarked upon when he joined the police force, but only by walking through the fires of hell will he be able to succeed.

Józsi and Nicholaus from my Opeth Pack Saga share the same problem.  Both men are stubborn and refusing to accept their fate until dragged back into the fight by loved ones.  Only in the arms of their triads can they find solace from the noise in their heads.  They desperately need safety from the hazards of being strong alpha males in a wolf pack badly in need of resurrection.

Cover for Raining KissesFinally, we’ve come to Derrick.  Reluctant hero, former spy and unlike my previous heroes, puma shifter, not wolf.  He spent time in a three letter organization until the nightmares and life of a spook grated on his nerves, tearing him down.  After he retired, a friend came to him asking for a favor, altering his main mission of relaxing and staying off the grid.  Only for love, will he be able to change, grow, and address some of the issues plaguing him, but he remains unaware until a few chance encounters with a beautiful witch with a deadly voice crosses his path.  This book will be published this summer through Assent Publishing’s Ardent Books Imprint!

Each of the stories takes a look at those darker elements and allows the heroines to do what I believe a romance Endangered_final_fionaheroine should be allowed to do:  Stand firm yet give just enough to let the hero grow on his own.  As a reader drawn to the likes of JR Ward, Lora Leigh and Christina Dodd’s para-rom, I’ve taken great pains to ensure I’ve learned the lessons from those wonderful authors and made my stories my own, yet peppered them properly so you the reader will enjoy them and beg for more.

After all, I am the bad boy of romance.

Don’t forget Savvy Authors is hosting my upcoming workshop Male POV – Creating Better Heroes June 16th-22nd!

Click here for details

Cover Reveal – Kisses Fall! An Opeth Pack Saga novel!

KissesFall_MEDHow will Éva and her lover deal with the stranger who brings chaos and passion into their lives?  

Éva thought she had a normal life until a stranger named Álmos shows up with the intent to seduce.  When pressed for information, he claims to be a wolf, traveling to see the sights America has to offer, but her gut tells her something is off.

Every time Éva presses for more information, Álmos gives her what she feels like are only half truths to a bigger picture until it’s revealed that Roman, one of the Nobles, a race of deities trying to keep the wolves from Heaven, attacks her home in an attempt to protect her from the wolf menace.

Every action begets a reaction that only makes things worse as Éva uncovers the truth about her growing love for Álmos, and acceptance of him as part of a triad, until their lover János, is injured and forced to return to Hungary to find a cure in Lake Balaton.

Vowing to fight Ronan head on, Éva realizes she’s taking a huge risk and will probably die, but the relationship that’s been rekindled between her and Álmos, and the addition of a third only makes her more determined to win against an enemy with great power.

Saved at the last minute by Les, an enigma of the Opeth Pack, he offers her a choice to return to her old life, or go forward with renewal; Éva must make the decision best for everyone around her, but what if she wanted something truly for herself?

Coming soon from Secret Cravings!  Excerpt to follow too!

Character Change and Growth in Erotic Romance

Many of you know I started the Opeth Pack Saga by basing Józsi on Vin Diesel’s character from Pitch Black and Chronicles of Riddick. Richard_B_RiddickThat trend continued for our Alpha as the stories progressed and prophecy began to unfold.  While I’m not looking for depth in the mystery (right yet) I am watching how the characters grow in unexpected ways with each book  As I stated on the Opeth Pack site, Selene has seemed to resemble my writing mentor, sage, smartassed and sassy, and that hasn’t changed from book to book.  

Lukina grows stronger in her powerful position as the messenger of the pack.   Most surprising though is Józsi.  

Damned if he doesn’t resemble Nucky Thompson from Boardwalk Empire as of late.

An earlier scene from Raining Kisses showcases his original behavior:

“Why do we want this Heaven?” Nicholaus took his cigar from Józsi and puffed on it. He tapped the ash into the tray beside him and strolled out to the balcony.

Ashing his cigar, Józsi followed him. The door closed behind him.

“Look at all the people.” Józsi exhaled and blew smoke into the air.

“Yeah. I know.” Nicholaus looked down at the sidewalk below them. His glance roamed over a couple, a wolf couple that walked past a streetlight toward The Library bar and grille.

For a few minutes they leaned over the railing, scanning, observing, watching the humans and occasional wolf pass by.

“I didn’t want to need Lukina. Or Ilona,” Józsi broke the silence, taking another long puff on his cigar before letting the steady stream of smoke escape into the air.

Nicholaus turned to face him. “Then why did you?”

“I couldn’t stop myself from caring any longer. I had nobody. Living in Houston was fine. But living alone isn’t really living, Nicholaus. I don’t know if we need bother with the idea of Heaven, nor do I give a damn. Right now, we exist on this plane. Know one thing. That woman in there loves you. She loves the wolf, the illusion of man, everything about you. Hell, she even loves the loneliness about you, as it’s something to focus on as a way of giving you a cure for it. So does Krystyna. If they’re anything like Lukina and Ilona…”

Nicholaus looked back through the glass at Katarina and Selene. Both women appeared to be chatting and hugging. It hit him that he needed that type of relationship in order to survive. Right now he was just living, if one could call it that…

“Will Krystyna forgive me for leaving her to Savas?”

“I can’t answer that question. Neither can Selene. Selene knows a lot about this pack, knows things I’ve yet to understand but that’s her duty as pack witch. How she knew any of this is beyond my understanding, but her magic is pretty powerful. The ties she has to all of us have made it difficult for us to move without her knowing, which is good. Ultimately.” He sighed. “She’s sort of a historian. I’m only now learning the hierarchy. But Selene can only hope as much as I can.”

“Fuck.” Nicholaus slumped his shoulders.

“Just be prepared to give henucky-thompson-steve-buscemi-commits-a-shocking-murder-at-the-close-of-the-season-two-finale-ofr your all, Nicholaus.” Józsi turned and leaned against the railing.

The door opened and Katarina stepped outside.

“You’ll catch a cold out here.” Nicholaus smiled weakly at Kristina.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Józsi took a puff on his cigar and blew smoke out over Central Avenue. Then he walked inside and poured another glass of port for himself and Selene. 

Sounds like Typical Józsi yes?

Many of you know I’m ass deep in writing Fall Into Love, the fourth book in the Opeth Pack Saga, and in the next blog post I’ll detail why I think Józsi is looking and acting more like Nucky than Riddick!  I can only speculate the need for diplomacy rather than brute strength as our Alpha has tougher decisions to make nearing the end of this series.

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#Poll – Favorite #Paranormal Series

Thought we’d do something different here on the site.  I’m looking for a new series to read soon, since I’m busy waiting for The King (thank you WARDen!)

Quick Question though.  Favorite Paranormal Series:


A Tale of Two Intros – Faeries, Erotic Romance and more

HisReign_SMWhile I’m reworking the intro and subsequent chapters for the third book in the Opeth Pack Saga, I realized I had a LOT more free time.  Decided to open up Stalker, take a look at the feedback given to me by a very good friend and then go forth to change the story, make it better.

So, here’s the voting question:

Today:  The original first chapter’s ten pages:


“Goddamn, I hate these fucking cum shot posers!” Millie tapped a spiked heel against the concrete. Loud music thumped not too far from where she and a half a dozen others stood waiting for admittance to the club.

Raising her chin up, she yelled, “Move it you fucking asshole! They’re playing Combichrist!”

Some folks looked at her oddly, wondering if she were a real faery or if she were just trying to fit into the gothic scene. Her ears were typical Fae, pointed and triangular. Millie didn’t give a shit about them or the natural response humans gave her. Using her glamour often wore her out with the amount of energy it required in this realm.

The Fae were mostly an accepted race here on this plane now, they had been for over ten years now.

Tonight however, Millie was on a mission to relax before work.

The rest of the crowd dressed in dark clothing. Guys wore tight black pants, leather belts with silver studs, buckles or even rings and boots that came various lengths up the calf. Chests were covered in either black dress shirts, tank tops or no shirts. A few of the men in the line wore dresses. Some had wild hair or shaved heads, but all stood in line so they could get into Dallas’s hottest gothic club on a Thursday.

Women tended to go for the gothic witch or Dominatrix look.

Millie looked towards the bouncer who knew her by name. She shot him an annoyed glare.

He shrugged nonchalantly and continued checking IDs.

She huffed in the man’s direction, crossing her arms beneath her ample cleavage comfortably and tapping a black spiked heel against the pavement while trying to be patient with the line.

“Shut up, bitch! The song just started. And you know the DJ tonight plays an extended set of his stuff,” a large hand clapped onto her nearly bare ass.

Sucking in a deep breath, Millie started to turn around with her fist cocked. She spun around on one pointed heel, her short skirt whipping about her before she started to throw a punch into the very large body of Virus.

The scent of lupine hit her hard, knocking her off balance.

He stood six foot five, three hundred and fifty pounds and was pure wolf. He was also built like a brick shithouse. He grinned, baring fangs and smoothing a hand over his dyed black hair before readjusting his ponytail. His shirt hung loosely off large shoulders before he folded his oversized arms over his chest. Green eyes sparkled and emphasized his clean shaven face.

“Hi,” he beamed and winked at Millie before smoothing a hand over his hair.

Millie dropped her hand and wrapped her arms around the wolf. Laying her head against his chest, she whispered, “You’re a shit.” His body radiated warmth compared to hers, but it figured. Winter in this realm was colder than she often realized and she hadn’t had the brains to put on heavy clothes. Dressed in a tight corset that pushed her full breasts up close to her chin left her arms uncovered other than a faded gold band with an inscription in Gaelic.

Her skirt barely covered her ass, which Virus promptly fondled, earning him a dirty look.

An eyebrow rose. “Stockings, and I assume a garter? Millie what are you doing out tonight? Your father would be furious if he found you in the mortal realm dressed like this.”

She slapped him in the shoulder. “Oh, like you care what my father thinks. Besides, he’s dead.” Leaning into his warmth, she sighed contentedly. He’d been a friend of the family for years, saving Millie from one stupid Fae court incident after another. “And why did you dye your hair again? Wolves didn’t need to do that, did they?”

“I do care,” he winked and nudged her hips with his.

The throbbing mass of his erection pressed against her thighs, dampening her lips. She glared at him and gave him a shove. “It’s not happening. We aren’t compatible, Virus.”

Lifting a hand to his forehead, he tilted his head back in mock despair and let out a sigh. “Oh Millie, when? Why can’t you love me?” He snickered.

She smirked.

He lowered his head to her ear and spoke in a low voice. “What are you doing here?”

She nudged him with her elbow. “Relaxing before work. I have a lot of shit to do in the next twelve hours if I’m going to find Prince Faolan.”

Virus stepped back. An eyebrow rose. “You’re looking for the big bad Alpha Prince huh?”

She nodded.

Unable to control the leak of tension pouring off her, Millie exhaled and leaned into Virus, grateful for his calming presence.

Finally the line moved. When it stopped again, he looked at her dead on. “I dyed my hair because I don’t have the magickal ability to change it like the Fae do. We’re born with one coat of hair that matches our fur. And I grew tired of light brown.”

A wind blew, sending chills up Millie’s spine. She listened for a moment, hoping that the wind would speak to her in this realm over the sound of thumping bass.


Just ordinary wind. She thanked the God and Goddess for that. Safety was never an issue around Virus but there were some things in her realm that even a six foot five wolf with massive strength couldn’t protect her from.

The line moved quickly, putting Millie and Virus closer to the door. Once inside, she flashed her ID and a pouty smile before the thin woman with dark lipstick waved her past the register.

Looking over her shoulder, she glanced at Virus. “But I like your brown hair!”

Heaving a groan, Virus reached for her.

Laughing, Millie slipped out of reach and into the darkness before taking a sharp left the bar area.

Red velvet drapes hung, separating the register from the two bars. One to her right was busy with patrons standing around blathering about nonsensically while the bar in front of her was fairly empty. A few patrons sat on plush red couches to her left while nursing drinks and watching the crowd. One man in particular looked at Millie with a hungry look. She shot him a flippant glance and walked towards the bar before her.

Checking her watch, she noted it was only nine fifteen, mortal time. The thing with mortals keeping time always amused Millie, because the Fae didn’t bother. Time seemed pointless when you lived for hundreds of years. Smells and sights became ways of tracking or remembering past memories until even those faded from memory.

Having seen her world change so dramatically in the last several hundred years, she made a point to balance all the death and gore in her life with a new purpose.

Living as much on her terms as possible, Millie embraced what she was.

The life of a warrior had her studying, training, fighting. Using and learning magical skills she’d become the perfect assassin and had quickly realized that a war in Faery between the two kingdoms was unlikely any time in her lifetime. Still, she should have been scouting out the area for where Prince Faolan was reportedly seen.

Not spending time in the mortal realm at the gothic club looking for a good fuck.

If her superiors knew what she was doing here, they’d have a fit and recall her ass back to the Unseelie Kingdom for discipline.

As top negotiator for the Unseelie Kingdom, Millie was the pretty face put out by the Military to coerce everyone to follow laws set by the Kingdom.

Most of the time the opposition complied.

When they didn’t, Millie hated to think of what happened to the various villages that had been burned down by technology used in the Unseelie lands.

She found her way to the bar and leaned over it, spotting Shar.

The buxom woman made her towards Millie. “Whatcha want tonight hon?” Curly read hair so bright it could look like fire parted down the center and framed Shar’s sweet face and equally persuasive emerald eyes. Her bust had been emphasized by her tight black skull and cross bones T-shirt that rode slightly above her belly. She was a knife expert and had been bartending in the mortal realm for the last forty years.

Millie always liked the tattoo of the Phoenix that Shar had on her left shoulder. “More Combichrist, and a whiskey sour. The Fae whiskey,” she shouted over the thundering electronic body music bass.

The smell of clove cigarettes wafted towards her and she knew she’d been spotted by another of Virus’s entourage.

Trevor, also freakishly tall sauntered up behind her, setting a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Nevermind the fact that the Unseelie Fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on the side of the Unseelie court during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom.

Millie hated thinking about the idea that her current employers would someday attempt to wipe out the Seelie court and all its’ natural beauty. The entire war was based on a fear that had no foundation in reality as far as she was concerned.

Energy seeped into her, calming her from the stresses of the day. Millie turned and was greeted to purple and green spiked hair that stood up a foot taller than Trevor, silver eyes and a smile that could light up an entire room if he hadn’t been so threateningly huge. “Hi,” she shook her chest in his direction. “What’s cookin’?”

“You, obviously,” Trevor took another puff off his cigarette. Dressed in form fitting leather pants, boots and no shirt, his ample chest and bulging muscles rippled gracefully with each movement. “What’s new?”

“Nothing,” she took the drink from Shar and slapped a bill on the bar. “Just out for a night on the town.”

Trevor cocked a manicured brow. “On Earth? I figured things would be more exciting in Faery.”

Millie sipped her drink, enjoying the slight burn from the fae whiskey. She nodded. “Not at all. The same bullshit politics are continuing in the court about waging war with the Seelie for final domination and they’re,” she sighed heavily, “sending someone in to persuade the Protectors to join us.”

Trevor nodded. “Who are they sending in?”

She wiped her brow, moving dark red and purple curls out of her eyes. From her right, she saw the main dance floor, packed with bodies swaying and moving to the beat of the Combichrist mix that the DJ had started ten minutes ago. The beat of the music pounded loudly against her chest, drowning out the noise from earlier in the day.

Millie knocked back her drink and ordered another.

“Oh,” he nodded, slapping down money for her drink. “I see. So you’re supposed to talk to Prince Faolan?”

“Shit yeah,” she nodded and took the drink handed to her. She started to knock it back, but Trevor put his hand over the rim of her glass.

“Sip it. Then let’s dance. I hear they’ll play Covenant next.”

“Stalker?” Her eyebrows rose.

He nodded, reaching to touch her. “Yeah. After Combichrist.”

Millie felt instant peace at the connection. Her heart rate slowed, her pulse became audible in her own ears over the heavy bass beat. Her nerves calmed as the alcohol’s warmth spread throughout her body, making her feel warm at first, then cool again before her body temperature returned to normal. Tension eased off her shoulders.

It didn’t matter that seducing wolves was considered high treason.

Millie had escaped that penalty through protection of her superior and some document doctoring.

Besides, she had personal reasons for agreeing to this mission that had nothing to do with the Courts.

Sipping her drink, she let her hand fall down the length of Trevor’s body. Taking his hand in hers, she led him to the dance floor.

A wave of magick tickled her senses.

Millie looked up and met eyes with the deadliest and most sexy wolf in the entire club. She gasped. There he is.

It wouldn’t be a bad night after all.



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