Teaser from My #NA MS on query

Crew waves his beer bottle at me. “I know you better than that. You took her license plate. Spill it.”
“Read my brain, Crew.” I half close my eyes and lean as far back into the couch as I can. I’m not in the mood for beer. Mine lies untouched on the coffee table.
“You’ll have to tell us everything sooner or later, bro.” Crew takes off his t shirt. “One thing I’ll bet my life on is you’re into her.”
“Into her? When are you going to grow up?” I ask.
“You’ve never rescued a girl twice,” Connor points out. “Neither one of us has.”
“You guys are making a big deal out of a stupid co-incidence,” I tell them.
“Co-incidence, my ass,” Hayden half screams.
“Our line of work doesn’t allow for co-incidences,” I remind them, “we’re in the business of saving lives — we’re not living in some fantasy.”
“Meeting hot chicks isn’t a fantasy,” Crew says, “It’s a reality.”
“You can meet hot chicks in a club,” I tell Crew.
He shakes his head. “Where in our contracts does it state that we can’t fall for our rescues?” He asks me.
I shake my head. “It doesn’t. It’s just the way I feel — Business and pleasure aren’t meant to mix.”

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Excerpt from Rescue Me, #NA #SciFi out on#Query

Oh fuck. This is the end of me. I close my eyes and pretend this isn’t happening. Oh God why can’t Superman be real — just this once. If only he’d appear out of nowhere and pull this smelly bastard off me. A bike roars in the distance. I focus on its sound and imagine Superman is on that bike. Within seconds the sound of the bike is the only thing my mind holds onto the fucktard’s hands tighten around my waist. His sewer breath clogs my nostrils.
Forget him. Superman will rescue me. Where do I come up with candy floss shit for dreams? Hello? I’m about to be eaten by a bunch of twat waffles.
Crazy thoughts race through my head as I squeeze my eyes tight and clench my hands into fists bracing myself for the impact of his mouth on mine while at the same time trying to shut him out altogether. Somehow the shutting out part works. The leader’s hands loosen on my waist and his pungent alcohol breath gives way to fresh sea air.
“Fuck!” He gasps suddenly before the sound of bones breaking sickens me to the pit of my tummy.
Instinct forces my eyes open. We’re surrounded by a group of bikers with Harley’s so shiny the moonlight reflecting off of them blinds me temporarily. One of the bikers punches the leader on his jaw. The others circle the remaining would-be attackers.
“I didn’t touch her.” The leader winces.
“Liar,” mysterious Biker says in a deep voice, “Didn’t your mama teach you to always tell the truth?”
My spine tingles at the sound of his voice.
“I warned you about stepping on my ground, Skull.”
My ground? This sounds like a movie script gone real life. To me it means one thing. I found Superman. Okay. Technically he found me. Unless this is a dream. And none of this is really happening., Shock probably stupefied me. Or I’m dead and I’ve stepped away from my body…I shut my eyes and pinch myself. Fuck. That hurt. No, I’m not imagining any of this. The bikers are really here and one of them is teaching Skull a lesson he’ll never forget.
“Now why don’t you take your pack of vermin rats and get the hell out of here.” Superbiker suggests, “unless you’re hungry for seconds.”
Skull and his gang don’t need to be told twice. They disappear into the shadows so fast nobody would have guessed they were really here.
“Did he hurt you?” Superbiker asks me.
I’m stunned at how quickly my wish was granted. I asked for Superman and I got a Superbiker. My chest tightens. If only all my wishes were granted so easily…
Warm hands cup my face. I catch a glimpse of a shiny bracelet on his right hand. His left thumb is partially covered with a band aid.
“Hey? Are you okay?”
Superbiker’s talking to me. Say something, Lana. “Yeah…I’m fine.”
The woodsy scent of his aftershave and cologne captivates my senses. He’s pushed the visor of his helmet up but a clump of clouds block out the moonlight making it impossible for me to even catch a glimpse of my savior.
“You’re new here,” he states.
“You can tell just by looking at me?” Damn he’s got skills.
“No. Locals know better than to hang out on the beach at this part of the night.”
I look away somewhat ashamed not to have figured that out when I noticed the beach was abandoned.
He steps away from me. “You shouldn’t hang out here this part of night,” he says, “tell me where you live and we’ll escort you home.” He opens the car door for me.
“What’s your name?” I blurt.
He stops. Perhaps my question’s caught him off guard. “Why?”
I shrug. “It’d be nice to know.”
He leaves me standing outside my car and jumps on his bike. “Get in the car. My boys and I don’t have all night to wait on spoilt little rich girls who have nothing better to do than invite trouble upon themselves.”
Strangely his words sting. “I’m not a …” Oh why bother. I get inside my car and roll down the window. For a moment there I’d assumed he’d really cared when he’d asked me if I’d been hurt. I guess whoever my mysterious biker rescuer is — he’s just doing his job. My burgeoning hope and dreams of romance take a back seat.
The bikers escort me home. Superbiker pulls up beside me when I stop outside the gate and gestures for me to give him my keys. He unlocks the gate and gestures for me to park. I roll down the window and wait for him to leave before jumping off. Instead he pauses next to me while reversing out the driveway and lifts up the visor. Invisible waves of his aftershave engulf me. Superbiker’s tall, broad shouldered and not even the darkness can hide his pert ass.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For roughing up your haters?” He sounds amused. “If it wasn’t for spoilt brats like you, I’d be unemployed.”
I wish I could see his face before slapping him.
“Whatever,” I murmur.
“You’re welcome,” he replies sarcastically. “Tell you what, princess. If you can find me in the daylight I’ll tell you my name.”
My deceitful heart goes wild. “Deal,” I reply before I can stop myself.
Challenges are definitely my thing. I’ll find him all right even if the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne and aftershave is all I have to go

Cover Reveal – T.G. Ayer – Requeim





Expected publication:
September 30th 2014

Publisher: Infinite Ink Books


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Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.Evie
is stuck in the Underworld until she can find a way to be released from
her new found role as Hades. And the longer she remains in Hades the
more secrets are revealed about her true origins. A confrontation with a
Dark Angel brings two revelations to the Evie – the true identity of
Daniel, the Master of the Irin’s assistant, and who is he to Evie
herself.

While a trip into the depths of Hades leads Evie into the fiery depths
of Tartarus and eventually to the eternal peace of Elysium, will Evie
find the peace she seeks? And what about the smoking hot Julian, god of
Hades? How far is he willing to go to keep Evie at his side?


Release Date: March 13th 20114
Publisher:
Infinite Ink Books

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Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.

Evie belongs
to the Brotherhood Irin and together with all the other Angels of the
world she is protector to humanity, protector against evil. But evil has
found its way into the Brotherhood. Someone has murdered her guardian
and Marcellus, the New Master makes demands of the warriors that go
against all they stand for. Demands Evie just can’t carry out.

Evie
uncovers Marcellus’ plan to collect a set of special seals, but when a
high-level demon reveals the truth behind the Seals of Hades, Evie know
there is no way she can allow the Master of the Irin to get his hands on
them. But will keeping the Seals from Marcellus cause her to sacrifice
more that she should? With the life of Julian the uber-hot King of Hades
at stake, will vengeance for her guardian’s death be enough or will she
need more to satisfy her Immortal soul?



I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading
was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of
the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am
essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice
given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers,
my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a
fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of
each others loves – it works wonderfully…


My heart is currently broken in two. One half
resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still
longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer
downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been
transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha,
beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly
inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever
remain cross-eyed.



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Cover Reveal – Requiem

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Hi Everyone.

Please show some love for T.G. Ayer’s brand new book:

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REQUIEM
Expected publication: September 30th 2014
Publisher: Infinite Ink

Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.Evie is stuck in the Underworld until she can find a way to be released from her new found role as Hades. And the longer she remains in Hades the more secrets are revealed about her true origins. A confrontation with a Dark Angel brings two revelations to the Evie – the true identity of Daniel, the Master of the Irin’s assistant, and who is he to Evie herself.

While a trip into the depths of Hades leads Evie into the fiery depths of Tartarus and eventually to the eternal peace of Elysium, will Evie find the peace she seeks? And what about the smoking hot Julian, god of Hades? How far is he willing to go to keep Evie at his side?

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I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each others loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.

Heroine Must Haves

I’m busy working on a New Adult Paranormal manuscript and a thought crossed my mind – what can a book heroine not leave home without.

Here’s my unofficial list:
A hidden paranormal gift.
A super hunky boyfriend.
An uber sexy, delicious bad boy not afraid of anyone or anything.
Lip gloss. Every girl needs lip gloss.
A mobile phone – who knows. She could get one lifeline.
Decent shoes.
Breath mints.
A map. Heroines are directionally impaired at times.
A spare set of clothes and,
A trendy bag to hold her survival kit.

I’d love to see your lists.

Tc

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The Promise Blog Tour

Hi Everyone,

Please welcome SL Jayne on my blog today. She’s here to tell us about herself and a little about her “The Promise.”

1. Please tell us a little about yourself.
I like to chat, have fun with friends, read (lots) and write. I’m a mum, I live in the UK, and I enjoy spending time with family. I’m not a fan of shopping, of any kind lol. When I’m spending time with my daughter, she is usually kicking my arse at singing on the Wii or Playstation. Some days me and my friends have crazy moments and are what’s app or voxer singing to each other just for the hell of it.

2. When did the writing bug hit?
It started after a conversation with my sister about how fun it would be to write about a book boyfriend. I had asked her what storyline she had in mind and she said she didn’t know- then one day (Aug 13th 2013) I was thinking about it, the storyline kind of just came to me and I started writing.

3. What do you love most about writing?
Being in a whole new world where anything goes, anything can happen. It’s fun too, you have these characters who take up your mind 24/7 that you can have fun with in a scene and not get called crazy for it.

And a few rapid fire questions…
What’s your favorite:
1. Movie
I can’t choose just one, I love too many.
2. Song
See answer on Q 1 lol
3. Color
Hot pink
4. Memory
The day my daughter was born
5. Book boyfriend
Can I break the rules and have 2? Kellan Kyle & Mason Templeton
6. Food
Italian and dinners with sausages (toad in the hole, sausages casserole)
7. Item of clothing to write in
Anything, but I’m most comfortable in jogging bottoms and a vest top (even in the winter)

And a little bit about your book:

How far would you go to help your best friend?

Do you remember when you were young, and made pinky promises with your best friend about living together, dating movie stars, being famous and double weddings?

Ava and Rylee had the same plans. Knowing the home life Rylee had, Ava knew that all of those dreams of fun and freedom would always be just that. Dreams. That was until one night, Rylee asked Ava to pinky promise they would move away as soon as they were old enough and able to.

Ava’s advice to Rylee is to have fun and have faith, but most of all believe in herself and learn to trust that not all guys can’t be trusted… But can Ava learn to take herself own advice when it comes to her own heart?

This book is intended for age 17+ due to sexual content, violence and strong language.

Book Buy Links:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/JNhxbp
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1bfJL46

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And last but certainly not least – please tell us your absolute favorite writing moment or memory even if it’d from a manuscript you haven’t published.
The funniest moment is from The Promise, when Adam and the others visit the girls, they are talking about the pranks Adam has played on people. Other favourite moment(s) are the times with Matt and Rylee, bantering over the cocktails.

Thank you for joining us today, Sarah.

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