Son of Thunder

Today I am on Entangled Publishing’s blog talking about what stages I go through while writing a book 🙂 It was a fun post to write, and it has gifs! Head on over by clicking the link picture below.

And you can still get Son of Thunder for $0.99!


Special Guest: Allyson Young

Hello everyone! I’m pleased to welcome Allyson Young to the blog with her newest release 🙂



River Fortuna’s wolf is awake and pacing, anticipating their
first heat. Traumatized by early misunderstandings of shifter sexuality, River
intends to avoid being claimed at all cost. She doesn’t plan on meeting
handsome, virile Alpha Jett Reeves.
Jett is instantly drawn to River, his pheromones flooding to
trigger her heat and force her sexual surrender, despite her tangible—and
unlawful—means of avoidance.
Initially a mindless slave to her hormones, River comes to
accept Jett past his ability to assuage her sexual need and falls in love with
him. Unable to label his myriad of feelings, Jett doesn’t reciprocate, and she
is devastated, realizing she is locked in a lifelong, loveless partnership.
Attacked by a rogue shifter, River wakes with no memory, and
Jett must face the fact that what he felt for River all along was love—and find
a way to bring her back to him.
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They rode the elevator to the
sixth floor in near silence, the eddies of lust making the small space nearly
insufferable for him, and his mate leaned against the wall as though she might
slip to the floor any moment. Her brow and temples glistened with sweat and her
fingers twitched spasmodically. She was coming into her full heat and fighting
it all the way.
Stepping off when the doors
opened, he strode in the direction the small arrow indicated and found the room
within several yards. The key card gave them entrance and he flicked on the
light. He shoved the cases just inside the door, blocking the heavy panel with
his forearm so it wouldn’t close. “In you go, River.”
Did women trudge? His woman did,
despite the trembling of her entire body. His heart ached at her trepidation
despite the all-encompassing lust he experienced. Her head down, intense need
radiating to pull him in, he threw the deadbolt, and then gave in to what their
nature decreed.
 Thrusting his hand through
her thick mane, his fingers weaving among the long, silky strands just as he’d
fantasized, he drew her head back and forced her to look him in the eyes. Hers
were dilated, the rich brown irises nearly eclipsed by the stark black of her
pupils. Square, white teeth clenched her full bottom lip, presumably to control
panting, because she drew draughts of air in through her nose. He could detect
the threads of resignation weaving through her vast need, her intense heat
rapidly eclipsing any coherent thought. Regret that he’d caused this once again
pierced his own narrowly shrinking focus—but only briefly. He lowered his head
and took her mouth.
Sweetness and life burst over his
senses at his first taste, and he groaned against her full lips even as his
tongue made a foray past them. River totally surrendered, as female wolves do
when they met their fated mate, and he barely had time for that thought—fated
—before he wrapped an arm around her limp form. Two steps and they fell
to the big bed, the mattress compressing beneath their combined weight as he
ravished her mouth. She opened to let him in and gave up all the flavor that
was uniquely her.
He reluctantly tore his lips away
to rear up and shred the plain shirt that hid her from his view. Her lightly
tanned skin filled his vision as her utilitarian bra met the same fate, and he
noted with pleasure how modest her tan lines were. His wolf rose up. Mine. The
growling claim resounded in the room and her eyes fluttered open and she
blinked. Behind the thicket of her dark lashes, a sexual haze again blurred the
rich chocolate, and her lids drifted shut.
Once they came to know one
another, their coming together could be slowed and savored, but for now, he
needed to visibly establish his claim. His frantic cock shuddered in agreement
as he demolished the tough denim of her jeans, taking care not to score her
soft skin with a claw.
With her nude beneath him, his
gaze drawn to the soft, pale fur at her apex, he willed his other-self back,
and his claws retracted. Lord knew what she’d seen when she’d stared up at him.
Probably a wild-eyed beast intent on its succulent prey, and he
blessed the Mother and the mating heat that River hadn’t screamed in fear. Only
an alpha could partially shift, and it was unlikely she’d seen one in such a
state before.
His own apparel fell away as he
quickly stripped and then blanketed his mate’s writhing form. Velvety
flesh met his own in a haze of heat and sensation.
“Please.” Her plea was strangled
and all the more evocative because of it.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised.
About the author;
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She
worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic
romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica. 
Allyson will write until
whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
Twitter:  Allyson Young


An Excerpt of Ghosts of Kingston Cottage

Happy Sunday! For your reading pleasure, an excerpt of Ghosts of Kingston Cottage (Revenant Investigations book one).

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Arriving at the docks around a quarter to seven, Arabella wasn’t surprised to find Nick and Lena already loading the tech equipment onboard the Mad Hatter’s Mistress. She also wasn’t surprised to see the boat’s captain, Dustin Hatter, looking at her from the top of the boat ramp as if she were late to some gala event.

She hurried up the ramp. “Captain, thanks for doing this on such short notice.”

He raised a gray eyebrow before bringing her in for a hug. “Lass, it’s no problem. You know I love you kids.”

That’s how the fifty-three-year-old seaman referred to her and the rest of the Revenant crew—his ‘kids.’ He’d known all of them since they were babies. He was still good friends with her father, who worked on the boats as an engineer. He used to say ‘kids’ to annoy them, but now it was a heartfelt endearment.

He took her bag, helping her aboard. “So, where’s the skeptic?”

“Don’t know. Folger promised he’d be here on time, though. He still has a few minutes.”

“We’ll see about that, lass,” Dustin said, then he took her duffle bag below deck.

The Mad Hatter’s Mistress was a large boat—Dustin hauled fish and other seafood during their seasons. The twenty-five minute journey to Kingston Island would be a breeze, even with all of Nick’s delicate technical equipment on board.

In season, Dustin had three crew members. None were taking the journey today.

Out of the corner of her eye, as she looked out to the ocean towards the lighthouse, she saw Nick come back out to the deck.

“Hey, early bird,” she teased, giving him a hug when he reached her.

Nick had hated mornings since they were in high school. The only time he had voluntarily woken before ten was for Saturday morning cartoons. His blond hair had the bedhead look, as if he had just run his hand through it a couple of times after showering and that was it.

“I wanted to make sure everything was ready by seven, and Dustin said he’d be here early so that I could load all the equipment. Lena here—” he gestured behind him as she came out of the wheelhouse “—joined me about a half hour ago.”

Lena, her brown hair in a short ponytail, gave her a hug. “Morning, hon.”


“Looks like our skeptic is here.” Nick pointed at the end of the dock, where a man walked toward the boat, shading his eyes to read the names of the vessels.

Arabella was not expecting the reporter to be so…well…cute. Tall, dark brown hair, lean build. The closer he got, the more her hormones liked him. Geez.

“Ooo,” Lena teased, “he has the rugged-sexy thing going on. Your favorite.”

Arabella rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Lucas Brown stepped up the ramp. He did have the rugged-sexy thing going on, with his short hair and scruffy jawline, as if he had missed shaving for a few days. Damn it.

“You must be our skeptic.” She gave him her best welcoming smile and held out her hand. “I’m Arabella Pierce.”

He adjusted the straps of his two duffle bags before smiling back and shaking her hand. That smile caught her off guard, but she managed to hide her surprise. God, that smile could melt a woman.

“Lucas Brown, nice to meet you,” he said.

“And you. This is Lena Tompson, lead investigator and our empath. And this is Nick Mitchell, tech superman. No gift of the dead.”

He shook hands with the group.

Nick gestured to Lucas’s luggage. “Let me take your bags. I’ll put them down in the crew quarters.”


“No problem,” Nick replied.

While they didn’t know Lucas yet, his…vibe, so to speak, was a pleasant one. Arabella’s gift with the dead had taught her to rely on her senses. The other skeptics who came along on hunts felt off-putting—Lucas did not. That didn’t mean he was trustworthy. It just meant he had manners. After all, her senses had been wrong before.

Being rude wouldn’t help the situation, so Arabella swallowed her unease and decided to continue to be as nice as possible.

“Come on,” Lena said to Nick after he had Lucas’s bags in hand, “let’s get everything secured for the trip. Almost time to head out.”

“We didn’t know you were coming until yesterday,” Arabella said as her friends walked away, “so we weren’t certain what to expect from you. I will admit, you’re one of the few skeptics we’ve worked with who seems to be polite.”

“Folger explained your experiences with other skeptics. I want you to know I’m not that kind of guy,” he said. “I come in, ask questions, and watch. I will not ridicule or make a joke of your work. I promise. But if I find that there’s a chance of fraud, I will report it to my readers.”

Arabella stared at him, meeting his green eyes. Not what I was expecting. “That’s to be expected, but you won’t find fraud here. As you know, Lena—”

“Time to go, boys and girls,” Dustin announced. “Grab the ramp and the ropes, lass.”

“You grab the ramp, Mr. Skeptic,” she said. “I’ll get the ropes.”

After they were underway, Arabella took Lucas below deck to join Nick and Lena. He had caught her off guard with his sincerity, but Arabella had a suspicion that he was trying to break down her defenses. While proving a ghost was haunting the cottage was part of his investigation, it wasn’t the actual reason he was with them. He was there to investigate her, the medium on the hunt. And that made her wonder how Lucas had managed to convince Folger to let him come along.

The investigative crew gathered at the boat’s only table for a briefing. The table was large and could seat ten people. Lucas sat right across from Arabella, piercing her with those bright green eyes. Her mouth went dry—she cleared it, and focused on the case.

Bitten Series Finale

Well, another of my favorite shows has come to an end 😦 I think Bitten was taken too soon ~ there should have been at least two more seasons, if not more. Considering the way they left it, maybe we’ll get a spinoff…

But, onto my thoughts about the series and the finale.



I tried reading the books years ago but couldn’t get into them. I didn’t like Clay, and Elena was almost unbearable. But the tv show was different enough that I was drawn in right away to Elena’s story, as well really loving the pack members (who I had a hard time liking in the book as well). I gave the show a chance because, werewolves 🙂


Season One scratched the surface of the pack and their personal lives, and introduced you to Elena’s struggle between two men ~ one human, Phillip, and one wolf, Clay. In the book I recall that Phillip wasn’t really that big of a deal, but I’m so happy he played a bigger role in the show. And I love that they showed Elena’s struggle to accept her role in the pack and her desire for a normal life. It made me relate to her that much more.


Season Two brought in the witches. I wasn’t too happy at first that the show decided to bring in other supernaturals (yes, I know they’re in the book series 🙂 ), but the writers did a great job of incorporating them. I loved Paige and Savannah, and admired Ruth’s struggle and strength.


It was also nice to see Elena move on from Phillip’s death and embrace Clay. This is also the season where the enemy was something the wolves had never come across, which required them to band together tighter, especially when they lose Logan. But the struggle to defeat Alastair takes its toll on everyone.

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Season Three came back to the wolves, and focused again on Elena. It brought in her blood family, and an old war that comes fully back to life. This ending was very emotional (for me). To watch the pack struggle internally was hard, especially the tension between Jeremy and Elena. Also, Rachel with the new baby after losing Logan and learning that she’s a witch was an interesting twist. And Jeremy’s loss of Karen, by his own hand, was truly gut-wrenching.

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In the end, when Jeremy passed the reins of the pack to Elena, it felt bittersweet but right. Jeremy had shouldered so much in three seasons that he needed to step away and let a new generation take the lead. Choosing Elena was the right decision, and I only wish we could see her as Alpha for more than a few episodes.


The only thing that really bugged me about the finale was Nick’s choice to be with Rachel. That relationship makes no sense to me ~ Nick and Paige were the better couple, and breaking them up in the end because of Rachel, someone that just doesn’t fit with him as more than a beloved friend, seemed incredibly wrong. His choice, in my opinion, should have been Paige.


Those last moments of Stonehaven brought tears to my eyes, and I will miss seeing the pack every week. I will rewatch it often on the season dvds, but it won’t be the same. It’s gone too soon.

Goodbye, pack. I will miss you.