tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40565863673393122592024-03-13T12:03:02.786-04:00Shelby RhodesShelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-46849585981809467202022-12-25T23:48:00.001-05:002022-12-25T23:48:19.579-05:00Merry Christmas - Rainbow Advent Calendar! <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32yCbh5Gs1UQT-lkmwKnRUVD72cUBtJ623sTUVxHV8vg1EXaUhJ1oXjUaZltK4PFB45t1D1Q1nv2NnffOAqCy5udIqU1gwFx18vEfR7C5zq3_KOzAWtivclI2vCBChq2wHByZBHON9OLDqt_Lli0aQ7tU72YRDneLISXdicID5QQZOozU8tP79FJW/s900/RACN22%20-24p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="900" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32yCbh5Gs1UQT-lkmwKnRUVD72cUBtJ623sTUVxHV8vg1EXaUhJ1oXjUaZltK4PFB45t1D1Q1nv2NnffOAqCy5udIqU1gwFx18vEfR7C5zq3_KOzAWtivclI2vCBChq2wHByZBHON9OLDqt_Lli0aQ7tU72YRDneLISXdicID5QQZOozU8tP79FJW/w400-h219/RACN22%20-24p.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Welcome to day 24 of the Rainbow Advent Calendar! Each day this month so far authors have drop fun and free holiday stories. I was given the wonderful opportunity to join in and it just so happens I am the final story. That means there are days of free short stories before me! To check all those out click for the <a href="http://alexjane.info/rainbow-advent-calendar-2022/">Master list</a> and check out the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/1673039336093815/">Facebook group</a>! </span></h4><h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />On to my free 8 chapter short story! </span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><h3 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A Christmassy Adventure in August<br /></span></b><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">(An Undead Detective Agency Short Story)</span></b></h3><h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div></h4><h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My story features Octavius and Turney of the Undead Detective Agency! Click below to read about how the two set off to solve a case at a year-round Christmas Village resort in Alaska. Let the fun begin!</span></h4><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.shelbyrhodesauthor.com/2022-christmas-short" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="3500" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqVWVv6GCEWVVlgxBFwP_1FrGAr8xxNRMR6c8GKdn5q6EIFTUKG7iNJZkKh5RSWh6zXrFZS1Kt1P_bHTH47w3COZVNaSlA8L0A5lagzgLTg5_4eBxW-_NhOfZhRTRR6OTsBCM9JIziawEwpkmTG11PuHwQKROJ1BdNQ1YwfiA1x18gTGf9wcmX5lc/w343-h400/button.png" width="343" /></a></div><h3 style="clear: both;"><br />I'd love to hear what you think so leave comments below or on Facebook! <br /><br />So, Octavius and Turney are something else, aren't they? Want to find out their beginning? Check out the first book in The Undead Detective Agency! Book two will be coming out soon enough. </h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><h4 style="clear: both;"><span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Get It Together<br /></b></span><span style="color: red;"><b>(The Undead Detective Agency 1)</b></span></span></h4><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1hY2J7Z5BqfjeV9k9NrQnyj4yJwHT6MosMbSCleurbCcADo3l0HvwaXd-aNY2uM7R3hZVqsfTjV-6Gob4sNrhv0ovn85i0WfIxF7axTHXMh6ynq8QDFsDbe27X81IrlLijfcjU6n3tzfbk4ztH1sOMC7kPlZYak5uqi3qEOk5Xo2eAh1kqxCEHy8/s5336/GET%20IT%20TOGETHER%20FRONT%20COVER%20FINAL%20HD%20HIGH%20RESOLUTION%20BIGGEST.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5336" data-original-width="3336" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1hY2J7Z5BqfjeV9k9NrQnyj4yJwHT6MosMbSCleurbCcADo3l0HvwaXd-aNY2uM7R3hZVqsfTjV-6Gob4sNrhv0ovn85i0WfIxF7axTHXMh6ynq8QDFsDbe27X81IrlLijfcjU6n3tzfbk4ztH1sOMC7kPlZYak5uqi3qEOk5Xo2eAh1kqxCEHy8/w400-h640/GET%20IT%20TOGETHER%20FRONT%20COVER%20FINAL%20HD%20HIGH%20RESOLUTION%20BIGGEST.png" width="400" /></a></div><h3 style="clear: both;"><a href="http://mybook.to/GetItTogether" target="_blank">BUY HERE</a></h3><h3 style="clear: both;"><br />Blurb: <br /><br />Hello, there! I’m Octavius Evander. And this is the beginning of my story—well…sort of. It’s not the very beginning. As a vampire, that story would be way too long to write down—think, before the Romans. Rather, this story is about how I met the love of my unlife. Okay, it will be mostly about the cool and fancy detective agency I opened and solving mysteries, but also a little about love too.<br /><br /><br />So, what does one need to open a detective agency, you may ask? Well, for one, a detective. As it was my idea, and I paid for everything, I, of course, filled that role. Next, I needed a secretary. My beautiful and marginally dangerous best friend Scarlett filled that role. Now, I will admit, at that time, I had not thought further than that, and simply skipped to getting my detective license, an office, and some other necessities.<br /><br /><br />My mind might have been too full of the fun adventures I was about to have. My hope was that those in and out of the paranormal communities would keep me entertained for a very long time. I quickly realized I still needed a driver, a tech person, and a witch that was good with ghosts. This is the story of how I found those people. And who would have thought the first to walk through the door would be human, with no knowledge of the paranormal—my precious Turney.<br /><br /><br />CONTENT WARNING: This is a slow burn M/M paranormal romance book. There will be blood, violence and death. Please do not read if you find any of the previous triggering.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Keep It Together<br /></span><span style="color: red;">(The Undead Detective Agency 2)<br /></span><span style="color: red;">~Coming March 2023~</span></span></div></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXqJuCm8CUoR6DktD4iJCMVF-csahewvo3SuvItE4DmrX7i1fFBD2UiqDe9SFP-hNNZX4wNxpmIHGS8OhBJOgqET0LcjwYnGngrxeEn2WjFiTavroUDVVEQAI0RWhI8dw2pAUcoWepqncI13XxmAdc0LWtbo8yOsqYzsH-EnEpJ0IMt-DhnDEik5L/s5336/Keep%20It%20Together%20Cover%20Front.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5336" data-original-width="3336" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXqJuCm8CUoR6DktD4iJCMVF-csahewvo3SuvItE4DmrX7i1fFBD2UiqDe9SFP-hNNZX4wNxpmIHGS8OhBJOgqET0LcjwYnGngrxeEn2WjFiTavroUDVVEQAI0RWhI8dw2pAUcoWepqncI13XxmAdc0LWtbo8yOsqYzsH-EnEpJ0IMt-DhnDEik5L/w400-h640/Keep%20It%20Together%20Cover%20Front.png" width="400" /></a></div><h3 style="clear: both;"><br /></h3><h3 style="clear: both;"><a href="http://mybook.to/KeepItTogetherSR" target="_blank">Pre-Order Now!</a></h3><h3 style="clear: both;"><br />Blurb:<br />Back again I see. Well, you are in luck, for the story of, I, Detective Octavius Evander continues! To start off on a positive note, prepare to be amazed as my precious human, Turney, falls into my hands!<br /><br />Okay, technically I already had my hands on him—all of him—but that didn’t make him mine, mine. But now it is time to show how I captured his heart with my lovable personality! No doubt that my adorable and sparkly new hobby had something to do with it as well!<br /><br />But enough about the gooey emotions. On to the cases! As there will be a new adventure or two with my team to entertain. Though the adventures this time, well, not all end as pleasantly as one might hope. While, I would say to prepare for the return of old faces, none of you have seen them before. Just know that their reappearance in my life leads to an unfortunate event. But in the paranormal world fun and death go hand and hand does it not?<br /><br /> <br />CONTENT WARNING: This is a M/M paranormal romance book that ends on a cliff hanger. There will be violence and a main character death—a temporary death. </h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><div data-hook="rcv-block53" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background: rgb(0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #fcabab; font-family: basic, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" type="empty-line"></div><div class="mm8Nw _1j-51 roLFQS _1FoOD _3M0Fe Z63qyL roLFQS public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" id="viewer-1jqa7" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background: rgb(0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #fcabab; direction: ltr; font-family: basic, sans-serif; font-size: var(--ricos-custom-p-font-size,unset); line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px; min-height: var(--ricos-custom-p-min-height,unset); outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></div>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-83478779248775950212022-11-25T00:32:00.003-05:002022-11-25T00:34:19.504-05:00Black Friday sale! 11/25 - 11/28<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChZSBkXl9nkQXctvvjaysY2XuiDn5kOoSunMWRSHco6vl_Q4KFdm70BcDb7v3Hpbg1Bkl7RFdC0T1JtzgeCQ5H3P9gjoPtE0h_eFwu9ViTwZ0HHlDp12Q3hSsCvWEH4N4RJ8_DUnCLTvNbzFIzLZeDEUq1yuzjRoZBogvHc-nP98M7B1V-cFS0JB_/s2000/BlackFridaysale.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="2000" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChZSBkXl9nkQXctvvjaysY2XuiDn5kOoSunMWRSHco6vl_Q4KFdm70BcDb7v3Hpbg1Bkl7RFdC0T1JtzgeCQ5H3P9gjoPtE0h_eFwu9ViTwZ0HHlDp12Q3hSsCvWEH4N4RJ8_DUnCLTvNbzFIzLZeDEUq1yuzjRoZBogvHc-nP98M7B1V-cFS0JB_/w640-h448/BlackFridaysale.png" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> 🏷️Shelby’s Black Friday Sale!🏷️</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">🎉4-days only Friday-Monday!🎉</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">🧛Get It Together🧛: Perfect time to grab both a copy of the ebook and the audiobook through the whispersync deal! </span></p><p><a href="http://mybook.to/GetItTogether"><span style="font-size: medium;">mybook.to/GetItTogether</span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Blurb: Hello, there! I’m Octavius Evander. And this is the beginning of my story—well…sort of. It’s not the very beginning. As a vampire, that story would be way too long to write down—think, before the Romans. Rather, this story is about how I met the love of my unlife. Okay, it will be mostly about the cool and fancy detective agency I opened and solving mysteries, but also a little about love too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So, what does one need to open a detective agency, you may ask? Well, for one, a detective. As it was my idea, and I paid for everything, I, of course, filled that role. Next, I needed a secretary. My beautiful and marginally dangerous best friend Scarlett filled that role. Now, I will admit, at that time, I had not thought further than that, and simply skipped to getting my detective license, an office, and some other necessities.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My mind might have been too full of the fun adventures I was about to have. My hope was that those in and out of the paranormal communities would keep me entertained for a very long time. I quickly realized I still needed a driver, a tech person, and a witch that was good with ghosts. This is the story of how I found those people. And who would have thought the first to walk through the door would be human, with no knowledge of the paranormal—my precious Turney.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">CONTENT WARNING: This is a slow burn M/M paranormal romance book. There will be blood, violence and death. Please do not read if you find any of the previous triggering.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">🧺Little Red🧺: </span></p><p><a href="http://mybook.to/LittleRedSR"><span style="font-size: medium;">mybook.to/LittleRedSR</span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Blurb: Follow along and you will see a tale retold in a world of unimaginable creatures, gods, and goddesses. A world filled to the brim with magic. Our story begins with a sorcerer with too much power without the age to match.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ryder, our hero, who just so happens to be a painfully short redhead, has found himself burdened with the fates of thousands, in a life where he has so far received very few answers. In order to find the cure to the plague that has overtaken the Kingdom of Solais, he sets off on a quest to seek out his slightly crazy grandmother, in the Yore Forest.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Add in one flirty, handsome werewolf Prince, a sarcastic sorcerer-hating werewolf, some full-blown insanity, and a bit of magic, and Ryder finds his momentous task doubling in difficulty and stress. But all is not what it seems, and sometimes life takes you to places you never wished to stand. In the end, Ryder's decisions and paths are not choices but destiny. And in said destiny lies insurmountable magic, death, and maybe even love.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Please Note: Little Red is low heat and a more story focus romance book.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">👑Adrian’s Bodyguard👑: </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://mybook.to/AdriansBodyguard">mybook.to/AdriansBodyguard</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Blurb: Vampire King Adrian Bloodhart has faced many challenges in the thousands of years he's been reigning. However, he had thought he'd moved past the stage of his life that was littered with assassination attempts. And, as if the attacks weren't irritating enough, he finds himself saddled with a personal bodyguard he doesn't feel he needs or even wants.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When Xavier Dayden had agreed to guard King Adrian, he had expected to be guarding a mature adult, but what he got was a petulant child. Adrian is odd as hell and too sexy for Xavier's peace of mind. When Xavier finds his control slipping, he's conflicted. Giving in could lead to so much more than a one night stand, but was it worth the possible heartbreak?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The choice is made when tragedy strikes where it is least expected and, as Adrian's walls crack and fall, Xavier is there to pick up the pieces. Through the heartache, love is finally in their grasps.</span></p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-90892698426377299082022-11-22T19:10:00.003-05:002022-11-22T19:11:17.992-05:00Adrian's Bodyguard - Republished! <p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz7gZJP6kBrljYg5VgIpQJ6WMbfir-bc7Hvjcz8jTGwmoNm2OX_RocpHcMGTpkG4nWbmIkNtbcSLuXt-0qw97owtTUrdGVNg4Ci7hWtzePYRx8mukrCSS01PudvlUFgCaaW8Y9xVoGv4EDls4W2XtMHFG0_Cly8WAb10doLyqOe2c8QcK_z_cFVtRK/s5250/LARGE%20cover.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5250" data-original-width="3465" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz7gZJP6kBrljYg5VgIpQJ6WMbfir-bc7Hvjcz8jTGwmoNm2OX_RocpHcMGTpkG4nWbmIkNtbcSLuXt-0qw97owtTUrdGVNg4Ci7hWtzePYRx8mukrCSS01PudvlUFgCaaW8Y9xVoGv4EDls4W2XtMHFG0_Cly8WAb10doLyqOe2c8QcK_z_cFVtRK/w422-h640/LARGE%20cover.png" width="422" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>(look at the gorgeous new cover!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><span> Adrian's Bodyguard has finally been republished! So a bit about the book. It is my first published book. I released it under a publisher in 2017 and I just got the rights back in the last few months. The book follows the story of King Adrian and a his new Bodyguard, Xavier, who was forced on him. While the story is still the same, with the same lovable characters, I did add 5 new chapters (About 6k new words). So for those who were here when it first came out there is new content, new craziness to discover! </span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>Anyway, you can find the book here: <a href="http://Mybook.to/AdriansBodyguard">Mybook.to/AdriansBodyguard</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Blurb: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vampire King Adrian Bloodhart has faced many challenges in the thousands of years he's been reigning. However, he had thought he'd moved past the stage of his life that was littered with assassination attempts. And, as if the attacks weren't irritating enough, he finds himself saddled with a personal bodyguard he doesn't feel he needs or even wants.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-d4157bed-7fff-338e-63c9-74e54894be0d" style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>When Xavier Dayden had agreed to guard King Adrian, he had expected to be guarding a mature adult, but what he got was a petulant child. Adrian is odd as hell and too sexy for Xavier's peace of mind. When Xavier finds his control slipping, he's conflicted. Giving in could lead to so much more than a one night stand, but was it worth the possible heartbreak?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>The choice is made when tragedy strikes where it is least expected and, as Adrian's walls crack and fall, Xavier is there to pick up the pieces. Through the heartache, love is finally in their grasps.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-28133365457470103322022-07-20T03:30:00.002-04:002022-07-20T03:30:00.142-04:00Get It Together Released! <p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> The first book in The Undead Detective Agency has been released!! </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It is available to buy and borrow in KU</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://Mybook.to/GetItTogether" target="_blank">Buy here!</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Get It Together will also be available in paperback and hardback. I'll post once those are up for sale!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Get It Together</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJo1-c74096hZgzK1kTc050nbIKwohTw3StwRMea3Yh8rYPhvlJ0WN_D37yszT931u_eaCE6qlLcUJ-tjKJrsKgwWFKLf0HulrhojT97j6ACSx3HJLKnnXzCIfeM1bEkGCV1nlbBHWvWNPeu95MYm5D995Z_rV-EprG0bTFv2SAcno4dtoQp0GCOg/s2560/GET%20IT%20TOGETHER%20FRONT%20COVER%20FINAL%20Bigger.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1601" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJo1-c74096hZgzK1kTc050nbIKwohTw3StwRMea3Yh8rYPhvlJ0WN_D37yszT931u_eaCE6qlLcUJ-tjKJrsKgwWFKLf0HulrhojT97j6ACSx3HJLKnnXzCIfeM1bEkGCV1nlbBHWvWNPeu95MYm5D995Z_rV-EprG0bTFv2SAcno4dtoQp0GCOg/w250-h400/GET%20IT%20TOGETHER%20FRONT%20COVER%20FINAL%20Bigger.png" width="250" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Blurb: Hello, there! I’m Octavius Evander. And this is the beginning of my story—well…sort of. It’s not the very beginning. As a vampire, that story would be way too long to write down—think, before the Romans. Rather, this story is about how I met the love of my unlife. Okay, it will be mostly about the cool and fancy detective agency I opened and solving mysteries, but also a little about love too.<div><br /></div><div>So, what does one need to open a detective agency, you may ask? Well, for one, a detective. As it was my idea, and I paid for everything, I, of course, filled that role. Next, I needed a secretary. My beautiful and marginally dangerous best friend Scarlett filled that role. Now, I will admit, at that time, I had not thought further than that, and simply skipped to getting my detective license, an office, and some other necessities.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mind might have been too full of the fun adventures I was about to have. My hope was that those in and out of the paranormal communities would keep me entertained for a very long time. I quickly realized I still needed a driver, a tech person, and a witch that was good with ghosts. This is the story of how I found those people. And who would have thought the first to walk through the door would be human, with no knowledge of the paranormal—my precious Turney.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>CONTENT WARNING: This is a slow burn M/M paranormal romance series with a bit of heat. There will be blood, violence and death. Please do not read if you find any of the previous triggering.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Excerpt:</div><div><br /></div><div><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “License, check! Office…” Octavius Evander spun around in his spinney chair. The practically empty office and his secretary—slash—friend's face blurring as he did so. Octavius had to admit it wasn’t much of an office at the moment. </span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> The building he had purchased was located in the busy side of the city of South Windsall, Connecticut, where many other businesses thrived. Did he need the whole four-story building? No, not really. </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> But Octavius had no intention of using all of it, or any plans to remove the current businesses working inside. His only interest had been a small office space on the third floor. Why rent one space when you can buy the whole building? Besides, now he didn’t have to worry about gaining permission to make changes, or about getting noise complaints from nosy neighbors. </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> The office in question was rectangular, with white laminate floors and white walls. It was only about 1000 square feet and had a completely open floor plan. Practically empty except for a few bits of furniture left by the previous tenants. Bonus, the large window on the far side gave a gorgeous view of the ocean. It would do until they had time to renovate! </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Octavius stopped spinning to finally say, “CHECK! Now…” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I just need a flyer! And maybe an accountant. Though, I suppose I can use my current one. We may need some cameras and a few candles, some decorations, a sign, a witch, a car—”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> His eye twitched, as the last time he drove flashed to the forefront of his mind—the smell of burning metal wafted forward, as did the charred flesh and feeling of broken bones. Shuddering, he gasped. “No! No car, a driver. Okay, I need a lot more, but it’s a start! But first off, a flyer!”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Octavius grabbed a blank piece of black paper from the rather large stack on his desk, before he pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket and put them on—for aesthetic purposes only—and started to write and draw on it with a white colored pencil. Octavius worked on it for the next few minutes, scratching his brow every so often, before exclaiming in excitement that he had finished!</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “How does this sound?” He cleared his throat and began to read out loud. </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"> </p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Undead Detective Agency</span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"> </p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Lost something? Relative dead and never told his secrets? Think your spouse is cheating or</span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">maybe a werewolf?! Got a 100-year-old murder to solve?! </span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Undead Detective agency is here to help. We will find, summon, and uncover all you</span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">need to know, before you even know you need to know it. </span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Contact: XXX-338-8267</span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Currently hiring: a decorator (temp), a driver, a tech person (must be good with cameras and computers),</span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">and a witch (good with ghosts). PAYS WELL!</span></span></span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"> </p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “How does that sound?” he asked Scarlett again, after she remained silent. His friend was giving him a rather incredulous look, he thought.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Like you are a nutcase,” the redhead mused dryly.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> His smile fell. “But I think it’s eye-catching! Don’t you? I made a tombstone design and everything, look!” Octavius held it up to show her. </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Last time I checked, humans still outnumbered us paranormal creatures. Who are you planning to draw in with this?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Everyone!” he said, spinning in his chair again.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Why is the paper black?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Octavius really didn’t want to answer that. “Just for fun.”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Okay, but why are the four boxes of paper in the corner marked ‘office paper’, the paper I asked you to get, also all black?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> He scrunched down under her judging gaze. “Well, you see, we are The Undead Detective Agency. And I thought, well, why not stick with the spooky theme and only use black paper!? So, I bought it instead of white. I did then realize the issues we would have reading what we printed. So, I, being the smart person that I am, canceled our printer orders, and instead bought a few modified printers that print on black paper in white ink!”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “You couldn’t have just returned the paper?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Octavius gasped. “But the theme!”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> She let out a long-suffering sigh. “Should you not at least put the hiring info on a different flyer?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “But that would be such a waste of paper! Think of the environment!” Or rather, he had just spent all that time and didn’t want to spend even more time remaking not one but two flyers. </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “As much of a waste as an ancient vampire suddenly deciding to open a Detective Agency, for no other reason besides that he is bored?” She deadpanned, not even blinking—not that she generally needed to blink.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Well…you eat brains. What do you know?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “I can also eat delicious sweets, unlike someone I know. What about it?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> He dramatically grasped at his chest, his mostly unbeating heart under his palm, and let out a high-pitched whine. “How could you?! And what is so wrong with trying to get a hobby?” </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Octavius’ despair at never being able to taste, to savor solid sweets again, hit him like… well, much like that truck had hit him the last time he had driven. He still had hot chocolate, but it wasn’t the same! </span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Scarlett Beaufort, his best friend, and the gorgeous zombie who perpetually appeared fed up with his existence, walked over and patted his back almost robotically. “There. There,” she said, voice as stiff as wood.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: rgb(var(--color_25)); font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: enriqueta, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Also up for pre-order are the other four books in the series! (all scheduled to be released sometime next year) CLICK THE IMAGES TO PRE-ORDER!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://Mybook.to/KeepItTogetherSR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14i8mGyY7yBxHbCCls8e3z06nqqDbyK7NPXA5byw3RQFZ3Vllkwa06Dl53K918CiCKFfux-iBYD0XCAcaXfmFlwgUWYyfj1xu8ouOrIevdEt5OtnggJSAWvvVDEyIKkeo-jw_itZ2hoAaE7_XP9chyCYtdM1ZzwpDtsMqmzFE-D5gIyNmdqQ09L4K/w125-h200/Placement%20HOLDER%20Book%202.jpg" width="125" /></a><a href="http://Mybook.to/InDeathTogetherSR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqa0hRZJSxhO3GBcuQo6KSUGcdJxqAj_8mfvFOFAa6NSCfdbCSsDuGsrCLYIEcR9vx7GwdOGkxP65PRH0ng9CSAb2z20bQleEtCD9oXSF15SiFNBnZBrD4ynWX-QfquVQohXurJLVBGEUU7eO7Z8blwwQ0dT6-Vc7MnR5HFpS5vdIew5D5O6XXqFy/w125-h200/Placement%20HOLDER%20Book%203.jpg" width="125" /></a><a href="http://Mybook.to/ForeverTogetherSR" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIoCi7avJXfV0eI1SPOsx85k7eBF1BdGLmTketFQCI4D0DsgWg7eqy3RBogJ74agLwYm6ZPRTTx3BQKozhNeEs0aLUUy9Jfs7qRiuJBfRcuzIPZHL6VyR3PL-9LIwYw00uqBLMp_bw5tYBFikFD38xbLjL67WyvE-qi9sZpgE7r_kHfRZKFGAZ6e5H/w125-h200/Placement%20HOLDER%20Book%204.jpg" width="125" /></a></div></div><br /><div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-90330876496811943692022-03-19T20:39:00.001-04:002022-03-19T20:39:25.320-04:00Little Red On Sale for 99c!<p> Goes back to regular price in 2 days and 6 hours! </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI47sMVR8gzciyteF4NHGVJXpW-OdRunAwjzPXT6mr-G4USs9lY6At4Sqz-1NnIVlBXqBm8FzIrhfRRj6J5Gxd-CtXl4fkVX6TSxXcbmYpxRasT46vMAVpElEtDHr9oCGtXo9eSYtTrmWF6EawcYGIEG-UmQcvpFaezdikpl-oZLFXqGPHsCkgVdgR/s1080/99csale-littlered.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI47sMVR8gzciyteF4NHGVJXpW-OdRunAwjzPXT6mr-G4USs9lY6At4Sqz-1NnIVlBXqBm8FzIrhfRRj6J5Gxd-CtXl4fkVX6TSxXcbmYpxRasT46vMAVpElEtDHr9oCGtXo9eSYtTrmWF6EawcYGIEG-UmQcvpFaezdikpl-oZLFXqGPHsCkgVdgR/w640-h640/99csale-littlered.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-20662017839659971142022-02-17T23:52:00.004-05:002022-02-17T23:53:09.522-05:00Little Red - NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED AND IN PRINT!<p style="text-align: center;"> Little Red is now on Kindle Unlimited! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJRkiREmgFosxK01b759Ao8TWYxzxiHN92urQGtlTMyDbXk7CC6fDM2o5h7neI3aQXK901RDDuA8J-AYuJCWNz3HzwsEqfzgxv6qF2c_xW4s-9nqo-mxF7IrByE4sGRXeN4Vry5EiBIgw_L57Mh36DGW_EEDMQPqVtg-rD8dYVdM1lSGvo5ltHwl3u=s1640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="1640" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJRkiREmgFosxK01b759Ao8TWYxzxiHN92urQGtlTMyDbXk7CC6fDM2o5h7neI3aQXK901RDDuA8J-AYuJCWNz3HzwsEqfzgxv6qF2c_xW4s-9nqo-mxF7IrByE4sGRXeN4Vry5EiBIgw_L57Mh36DGW_EEDMQPqVtg-rD8dYVdM1lSGvo5ltHwl3u=w640-h261" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Click here now: <a href="http://mybook.to/LittleRedSR">mybook.to/LittleRedSR</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">Little Red is also now available in Print on amazon! Something special about the print books is that for each chapter there is a special drawn drop cap.</p><p style="text-align: center;">For example: </p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_TwloQ4lE5-VxrQRvLBprej3op9yHtC-f6umJV-eKATHCbKsPsSROHcXkk4SNvI5r_S1QHQNQ4XLjhx5hWx2FdUWdEdK_4lPXjqtcXa9DTgdWdIUWjLm6cEGRCg6tGZ1z_ZULBiK1FIUph0_LsbT9IvEpt7-X_oNujNpUGDstnKX_X0KyhKm5M896" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1153" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_TwloQ4lE5-VxrQRvLBprej3op9yHtC-f6umJV-eKATHCbKsPsSROHcXkk4SNvI5r_S1QHQNQ4XLjhx5hWx2FdUWdEdK_4lPXjqtcXa9DTgdWdIUWjLm6cEGRCg6tGZ1z_ZULBiK1FIUph0_LsbT9IvEpt7-X_oNujNpUGDstnKX_X0KyhKm5M896=w180-h320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-30978626974242788352022-01-30T23:50:00.005-05:002022-01-30T23:50:57.032-05:00Little Red - Now AVALIBLE! <p style="text-align: center;"> Just Released! </p><p style="text-align: center;">Little Red By Shelby Rhodes</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7aSWj84zTa4IQ6H2MotrXY9DHjqWnUdakCXli4fSw9e20GbC1gi-hj-onE7l0lpnsgmMwrhYjj2dm3foiKIqEga1bF3sOyEOAAw-fu1Ee6-wjq0R21rOcTtH8w8iFhsqo7LEgHMXaOHKnev2nMWVXRpW04-R_iD4eFdVPMef5EPitp8rddMPkIIR7=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7aSWj84zTa4IQ6H2MotrXY9DHjqWnUdakCXli4fSw9e20GbC1gi-hj-onE7l0lpnsgmMwrhYjj2dm3foiKIqEga1bF3sOyEOAAw-fu1Ee6-wjq0R21rOcTtH8w8iFhsqo7LEgHMXaOHKnev2nMWVXRpW04-R_iD4eFdVPMef5EPitp8rddMPkIIR7=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/LittleRedSR" style="background-color: white;"> Buy Here! </a></span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Blurb:</p><p> Follow along and you will see a tale retold in a world of unimaginable creatures, gods, and goddesses. A world filled to the brim with magic. Our story begins with a sorcerer with too much power without the age to match. </p><p> Ryder, our hero, who just so happens to be a painfully short redhead, has found himself burdened with the fates of thousands, in a life where he has so far received very few answers. In order to find the cure to the plague that has overtaken the Kingdom of Solais, he sets off on a quest to seek out his slightly crazy grandmother, in the Yore Forest. </p><p> Add in one flirty, handsome werewolf Prince, a sarcastic sorcerer-hating werewolf, some full-blown insanity, and a bit of magic, and Ryder finds his momentous task doubling in difficulty and stress. But all is not what it seems, and sometimes life takes you to places you never wished to stand. In the end, Ryder's decisions and paths are not choices but destiny. And in said destiny lies insurmountable magic, death, and maybe even love.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Excerpt:</p><p> Bane sprinted into the forest, running faster than Ryder could ever hope to. The thudding of the man’s bare feet on the dirt path almost lured Ryder to sleep.</p><p> It would have been to their detriment. The danger was not over. Escaping his grandmother would take more than physical strength and a little magic. She would not give up that easily.</p><p> Ryder had barely had that thought when he felt it—magic. The air became electric as it surged closer. He could taste it. Ryder could feel it permeating his very bones. But something was wrong. Instead of fear or apprehension, his very soul felt elated.</p><p> Ryder felt energy build inside him. Strength he shouldn’t have had, it called for his magic to rise. And as the unknown force sped towards them, his heart started to race in anticipation.</p><p> At first, there was only a thundering rumble. Then the ground began to shake, and a roaring symphony of cracking, snapping, and explosions followed—sounds of pure destruction. Screeching beasts could be heard in the distance, the creatures dying as they are unable to get out of the way of his grandmother’s spell. And soon, the already dim sky darkened further.</p><p> He watched Bane quickly glance back. When the werewolf swore and started a brutal pace, he knew they were probably screwed.</p><p> Even knowing that, Ryder couldn’t stop his eyes from widening in horror when he finally caught sight of what was after them. It was not something anyone could outrun. Headed their way was a tsunami-size wave of dirt, rocks, and trees. He could see nothing beyond it. Not only was it coming from behind, but from all sides, leaving only an increasingly narrow path in front of them. </p><p> And as the two waves began to swell over them, stealing away their path, Ryder’s first thought was that they were going to die. But then the defiant part of him, that always pushed him to defeat the odds, screamed no—no, he would not die this way! Ryder refused!</p><p> He let his magic consume the mysterious energy—he let it free. Instead of recoiling from the all-consuming spell coming for them, his magic flew towards it. As their magic collided, a spell he had never learned filled his mind. The language was old, foreign to him, but he somehow understood.</p><p> When the world turned to darkness, the wave mere seconds from crushing them, time slowed for Ryder. </p><p> His body hummed, and the spell he shouldn’t have known past his lips. “Îgňaęϋe těŕrvʼna ɋȏnǹ ȸrǽ relǽg’uɱ Ťę môrʋǐtȕs!” </p><p> He began to emit a red glow. That glow became brighter and brighter, until it was blinding.</p><p> Ryder blinked as time returned to normal. The wall of dirt, all of it was gone. The only evidence of it having been there was the barren land all around them.</p><p> “That was...insane,” Bane rasped, voice shaking. The man had a death grip on him, and the werewolf’s voice wasn’t the only thing shaking.</p><p> In a slight daze, Ryder peered up at the man. Fearful brown eyes met his. It was the look one cast at a monster. Ryder quickly glanced away.</p><p> Clearing his throat, Bane announced, “We should get going.”</p><p> Going where, Ryder thought weakly. He found he was too tired to ask. The energy and magic that had saved them had dissipated, the spell that had been so clear moments before was lost to him.</p><p> Bane started off again after a moment of hesitation, carrying him into the barren wasteland the spell had created. Listening to the werewolf’s speeding heartbeat, Ryder let his exhaustion take him.</p><p> While he did not know where they were going, or what was going to happen, the one thing he did know was that this was far from over.</p><p><br /></p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-18442102118421252192022-01-27T22:35:00.005-05:002022-01-30T23:46:36.352-05:00Little Red Coming January 30th! <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi01pB_O0WcocymjrV6DtqH11gH4CkEPpigwmS1KfbtV8HdNXh7X5WTZcZZQcTIGmzesj9vVThmVyprPF003LM0ShXzdppqpJJnh37vJlH7wFR1Y5RJh9kL8b_0p0vYbsM505O3QL32GZYnqGxXMO1YmdC6WiwpeRHttpYjbprO8SkEWNLJsljiGzHv=s2877" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2877" data-original-width="1827" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi01pB_O0WcocymjrV6DtqH11gH4CkEPpigwmS1KfbtV8HdNXh7X5WTZcZZQcTIGmzesj9vVThmVyprPF003LM0ShXzdppqpJJnh37vJlH7wFR1Y5RJh9kL8b_0p0vYbsM505O3QL32GZYnqGxXMO1YmdC6WiwpeRHttpYjbprO8SkEWNLJsljiGzHv=w406-h640" width="406" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Blurb: </div><div style="text-align: center;">Follow along and you will see a tale retold in a world of unimaginable creatures, gods, and goddesses. A world filled to the brim with magic. Our story begins with a sorcerer with too much power without the age to match. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Ryder, our hero, who just so happens to be a painfully short redhead, has found himself burdened with the fates of thousands, in a life where he has so far received very few answers. In order to find the cure to the plague that has overtaken the Kingdom of Solais, he sets off on a quest to seek out his slightly crazy grandmother, in the Yore Forest. </p><p style="text-align: center;"> Add in one flirty, handsome werewolf Prince, a sarcastic sorcerer-hating werewolf, some full-blown insanity, and a bit of magic, and Ryder finds his momentous task doubling in difficulty and stress. But all is not what it seems, and sometimes life takes you to places you never wished to stand. In the end, Ryder's decisions and paths are not choices but destiny. And in said destiny lies insurmountable magic, death, and maybe even love. </p><div><div style="text-align: center;">COMING JANUARY 30th ON AMAZON AND OTHER EBOOK RETAILERS! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Little Red will also be available for print shortly after release! </div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br /></div>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-35197047472943068502021-11-20T16:42:00.000-05:002021-11-20T16:42:55.885-05:00!New books very soon but not for Vampires Of Vadin!<div>First off I'd like to say a book is coming very very soon but not for my Vampires of Vadin series. I thought I should explain why. To be honest it will be a few years before any books are released in my Vampires of Vadin series or really any series related to that series. </div><div><br /></div><div>Haven't really talked about it much. But I have never been exactly pleased with who I published through. And the cons outweigh the benefits. The last book I publish, Kaiden's Fire will be the last I publish with them. All future books I plan to self-publish. </div><div><br /></div><div>What this means for the series as of now. I cannot publish new books related to the world or characters until my contracts are up. The only reason I sent in Kaiden's fire (which sadly extended the time) was that I hated that you all had been waiting so long. But what's done is done. </div><div><br /></div><div>That being said for two of my books I will be getting the rights back next year. My plan is to re-release the Vampire of Vadin series with new covers and with extra stories on those characters depending on the book. I'm expecting I may extend book 1 as it was my first book and I feel there is a lot that I have learned through writing since then and I feel I can flesh it out more. Not necessarily change the story but add more scenes etc to it. Either way, book 1 will likely be re-released next year for digital and print. </div><div><br /></div><div>So basically this is the reason why I will be strictly focused on other series for now. Which I am very excited about and I hope you all enjoy these new and different worlds I introduce you to. Little Red (Fairy Tales Retold book 1) is coming up very very soon ( 👀 January)! After that, I have a detective story I am working on as well as a few stories I wrote shorts for but never completed. Vampires of Vadin, and all those characters will return one day but I hope while you are waiting for them you enjoy my other characters as well.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Shelby</div>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-87248063364632289862021-05-12T14:29:00.003-04:002021-05-12T14:29:16.454-04:00Asher's Fire - Available now! <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Asher's Fire is available now: <a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/ashers-fire-mm ">HERE</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">It should be available on Amazon and other stores in a few weeks. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytYOc7wEoAs/YJwd4zUYaoI/AAAAAAAABDI/sJh4kZ-nUE8MS74pihZABdzZfj2MNMI0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/9781646373994%2BShelby%2BRhodes%2B-%2BAsher%2527s%2BFire%2B%2528VoV4%2529%2BCover%2BFull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytYOc7wEoAs/YJwd4zUYaoI/AAAAAAAABDI/sJh4kZ-nUE8MS74pihZABdzZfj2MNMI0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/9781646373994%2BShelby%2BRhodes%2B-%2BAsher%2527s%2BFire%2B%2528VoV4%2529%2BCover%2BFull.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BLURB:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As a phoenix, Asher is doomed to live losing those around him and then slowly have his memories ripped from him, sometimes by the fates themselves. Yet he foolishly still fell in love. His latest was more hopeless than the last. Maybe even more so as the only emotion he received from Kaiden was anger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kaiden Voltair would admit he was struggling to move past the death of his son. He knew he needed to let go of the pain and guilt, he just didn’t know how. What he did know was he had to stop lashing out at the very person who had pulled him from his deepest despair. Asher deserved better.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Summoned by the Phoenix Council, Asher and Kaiden go on an adventure into the Third Realm. There Kaiden discovers all that he’d been overlooking. A battle follows, a grave is robbed, a secret crush is discovered, along with a lot of questionable behavior in between, but finally, Asher grabs hold of what he always wanted—Kaiden’s heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="story-block__header story-block__header--big" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #9d9d9d; font-family: "Titillium Web", sans-serif; font-size: 24pt; margin: 0px; padding: 10px;">Excerpt</div><div class="story-block__body story-block__body--expanded" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Titillium Web", sans-serif; font-size: 14px; height: auto; overflow: hidden; padding: 10px; position: relative; transition: unset;"><div class="story-block__content reset-external-styles" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; font-weight: bolder; line-height: inherit !important;">STORY EXCERPT</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Dorian!” Kaiden gasped, breaking free of a nightmare that had plagued him for years. Grabbing at his chest, he struggled to calm his fast-beating heart as much as he struggled to gain a calm breath—he succeeded in neither and instead started to gag and cough.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden took a staggering step out of bed and ran to the bathroom in time to dry heave into the toilet. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the tears he had continued to cry even upon waking. Kaiden let the weight and exhaustion of his body take him down to the tiled floor and lay there against the toilet as he waited for his body to overcome the stress and anxiety the dream caused him.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">It was unlikely he would sleep again tonight. His mind frustratingly seemed to take each precious memory, small or large, didn’t matter, and twist and taint it with that of his son’s final moments. Though Dorian had never blamed him. His sweet boy would have never done that. Luckily enough, Kaiden blamed himself enough for the both of them.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Body back under control, he picked himself up off the floor. Grabbing a washcloth, he started the water and washed off his face—followed by quickly brushing his teeth.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Exiting the bathroom, Kaiden checked the clock on his nightstand and winced when he saw it was only 3 a.m. He had only been asleep for a measly three hours. Having flown back on Adrian’s private jet, he and Asher had arrived back at the castle just that past morning. Kaiden had then spent most of the day in meetings after the flight.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Going to his wardrobe, he opened the right door, pulled out a plain black long-sleeved shirt, and promptly pulled it on, slipped on a pair of black slippers, and exited his room, heading towards the garden. Entering the garden, he took a deep breath to take in the fresh air. He needed it after his nightmare. But another scent other than the flowers hits his—burning oak. Knowing the scent, Kaiden followed it to the source.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">He heard him before he saw him, as Asher was once again grumbling in a language he did not know. While he was not exactly sure what he was saying, judging by the way it was being said, he surmised that Asher was cursing.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Turning a corner in the maze-like castle garden, Kaiden found Asher sitting on a bench, swearing down at a letter grasped tightly in both hands. His hair was once again on fire, floating all around him. But at least that seemed to be all that was on fire this time. Curiously enough, the letter looked to be the same as the one Asher had grabbed in the room.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">The flames extinguished, and the man looked up, no doubt having sensed him. Asher put the letter in one of his sleeves and asked, “Kaiden, what are you doing up? More importantly, why are you here?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“I couldn’t sleep and decided to take a walk to tire myself out,” Kaiden lied effortlessly</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“You look plenty tired already,” Asher drawled.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">No doubt, he did. “You would think that, yet I’m wide awake.” Kaiden laughed lightly as he strolled over to Asher and waved towards the empty spot on the bench. “You mind?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Asher sighed. “Why not? Not like you’d leave if I asked.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden sat down. “Are you still angry with me about what happened?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Already forgotten, Kaiden. I’m not so petty to hold a grudge over such things. Nor do I have the energy or the memory space to bother.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Then what is wrong, Asher? You have seemed on the verge of destroying everything around since that night at the hotel.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“It’s complicated, and we both know you are not ready for complicated.” Asher huffed, shoulders slumping, looking both tired and sad.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Not wanting to even begin to try to understand the last part of Asher’s statement, he chose to not acknowledge it at all and instead ask, “Does it have anything to do with that letter you just put away? The same one from the hotel, is it not?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Sighing, Asher pulled out the letter and held it in front of him. There was a red seal on the front and what Kaiden believed was a phoenix in flight and words in a language he didn’t know.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Who is it from?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“The Phoenix Council.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">That wasn't exactly what he was expecting when he had asked. Then again, Kaiden didn’t know what he had been expecting—possibly a message from a family member. For being from such an important governing body, it seemed a bit too unopened.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Correct me if I am wrong, but should you not open that?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“I decided I would burn it instead,” Asher declared.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“What? Asher, you can’t…”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Well, at least I would burn it if it could be burned.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Why do you not want to open it? They are your governing body, are they not? While at times you seem easy to anger, from what little I know of you, you are not one to let petty things and anger guide your way when it comes to important things. So, what has this council done to draw such anger from you?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“THEY STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME,” Asher exploded, his voice booming and full of malice. A quick burst of flames flared upward from the man’s hair before retreating and leaving behind a puff of smoke.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; font-weight: bolder; line-height: inherit !important;">ADULT EXCERPT</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“You’re cute.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Thank you.” Asher smiled and tried to lean in to return the kiss, but Kaiden's hands on his cheeks stopped him. “Oh,” he complained.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden chuckled. “Want something?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Swatting the man’s hands away, he tackled him down, kissing the vampire senseless before pulling back. “Tease.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden licked his lips with a smirk and rubbed Asher’s hips. “Always.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Asher dragged his hands down the man’s chest feeling the solid, sculpted muscles hidden by the loose sweater. “Did no one ever tell you that it's dangerous to play with fire?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“And am I going to get burned, Firefly? Or maybe just lightly toasted?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Well, maybe just lightly toasted this time. My wing is completely fireproof.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden's grin slowly grew wider. “All of it?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“All of it.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Maybe we should test it out to be sure?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Asher let out a giggle at the devilish idea and lightly slapped Kaiden’s chest.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Right. I suppose there simply is not enough time to do that today. But…we could try.” The man wiggled his eyebrows at him.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Kaiden!”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Right, right, how about we settle on testing this bedroom for now?”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“That, I think, can definitely be arranged.”</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Can it?” Kaiden asked in a low husky voice.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Mm,” Asher responded, leaning in to give the man a slow deep kiss as his hands reached down to unbuckle Kaiden’s belt, rubbing and squeezing the bulge in black boxer briefs before yanking them down to free Kaiden’s cock.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden groaned into his mouth. Asher felt the other's chest tense up in preparation to move, but he pushed him back down. “Not today. I’m in control today.” He grinned and tilted his head. “Though you can help by removing this yourself.” Asher lightly tugged at the bottom of Kaiden’s sweater before letting go.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Leaving, Kaiden to it, Asher reached over to open the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out the lube. He tossed it on the bed beside him for easy reach before quickly stripped down to his bare skin, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the floor. That done, Asher grinned down at the now very naked man that was all his to feast on. Kaiden’s chest was impressive, but his interests lay elsewhere at the moment. Asher slid down until he was eye level with the Kaiden’s prick. Without warning or teasing, he took him entirely into his mouth—Kaiden cried out in shock and pleasure.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">He glanced up at Kaiden’s face and swallowed around the shaft in his mouth. A drop of pre-cum spread across his tongue and he relished at the tangy and bitter taste of the man.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden tossed his head back on a moan before lazily staring down at him, blinking slowly with half-parted eyes, watching his every action.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Asher’s body heated up under the other man’s gaze, his prick standing up proud—it wouldn’t be long before the entirety of him would ignite. Asher gently massaged Kaiden’s sack with his right hand as he began to suck and move his mouth up and down on the man’s prick.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Grabbing the lube with his left, Asher flipped the bottle open with his thumb, maneuvered it to squirt a bit in his hand, and reached behind to prep himself to take Kaiden. While average in length, he had quite a bit of girth to him, way too thick for Asher to attempt to take him without prep.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Asher opened himself up, first one finger, then a second, and so on while he continued to pleasure Kaiden. Asher moaned around Kaiden’s cock, his own prick jerking, as one of his fingers brushed against his prostate.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">The vampire’s sack clenched hard in his hand, Kaiden no doubt reacting to the vibration. “Asher.” Kaiden growled.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"> Enjoying the feeling of the other in his mouth, he peered at the man under his eyelashes, and almost laughed a Kaiden’s expression. The vampire seemed unsure where to look, his gaze flinting from him sucking his dick to trying to peek at whatever Asher’s hand was doing.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">The sight of Kaiden’s fang fully lengthened, however, sent a shiver through him.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Fire leaked off his hair and skin the longer it went on. And once again, Kaiden’s fire answered his own. The feeling, Asher wasn’t sure how to describe it, but the meeting was a new level of connection he had never felt with another. It was as if his fire was claiming a part of itself long lost. The feeling was in itself orgasmic, driving his fire to rise to new heights.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Kaiden’s breath and moans increased, the man’s cock thickening and pulsing in his mouth. Asher pulled back, giving the base of the Kaiden’s shaft a tight squeeze to stop him from going over the edge.</p></div></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-84741578460014680562021-04-08T01:03:00.003-04:002021-04-08T01:04:05.651-04:00ASHER'S FIRE RELEASE DATE/COVER REVEAL/BLURB AND MORE! <p style="text-align: center;">Hello everyone! So, I have some news! Asher's Fire is set to be released on <a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/">bookstrand </a>on April 20th! There should be a pre-order link soon, I'll post when I have it. </p><p style="text-align: center;">As for other places like Amazon, it should be up on there about six weeks after the initial release date. I will post when it is up there as well.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Next order of business the cover! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Here it is! </p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta, serif;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbYCWge31S4/YG6Nmf_dNAI/AAAAAAAABBI/8GUBnPY9x3kwQPpAxRDhjkmmn_GNi6UOACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/9781646373994%2BShelby%2BRhodes%2B-%2BAsher%2527s%2BFire%2B%2528VoV4%2529%2BCover%2BFull.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbYCWge31S4/YG6Nmf_dNAI/AAAAAAAABBI/8GUBnPY9x3kwQPpAxRDhjkmmn_GNi6UOACLcBGAsYHQ/w427-h640/9781646373994%2BShelby%2BRhodes%2B-%2BAsher%2527s%2BFire%2B%2528VoV4%2529%2BCover%2BFull.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blurb:</div></span><p></p><p class="font_8"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"><span> </span>As a phoenix, Asher is doomed to live losing those around him and then slowly have his memories ripped from him, sometimes by the fates themselves. Yet he foolishly still fell in love. His latest was more hopeless than the last. Maybe even more so as the only emotion he received from Kaiden was anger. </span><span style="font-family: enriqueta, serif; text-align: center;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="font_8" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"><span> </span>Kaiden Voltair would admit he was struggling to move past the death of his son. He knew he needed to let go of the pain and guilt, he just didn’t know how. What he did know was he had to stop lashing out at the very person who had pulled him from his deepest despair. Asher deserved better.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"><span> </span>Summoned by the Phoenix Council, Asher and Kaiden go on an adventure into the Third Realm. There Kaiden discovers all that he’d been overlooking. A battle follows, a grave is robbed, a secret crush is discovered, along with a lot of questionable behavior in between, but finally, Asher grabs hold of what he always wanted—Kaiden’s heart.</span> </p></div><p><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Excerpt:</div><p><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“Dorian!” Kaiden gasped, breaking free of a nightmare that had plagued him for years. Grabbing at his chest, he struggled to calm his fast-beating heart as much as he struggled to gain a calm breath—he succeeded in neither and instead started to gag and cough.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Kaiden took a staggering step out of bed and ran to the bathroom in time to dry heave into the toilet. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the tears he had continued to cry even upon waking. Kaiden let the weight and exhaustion of his body take him down to the tiled floor and lay there against the toilet as he waited for his body to overcome the stress and anxiety the dream caused him.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">It was unlikely he would sleep again tonight. His mind frustratingly seemed to take each precious memory, small or large, didn’t matter, and twist and taint it with that of his son’s final moments. Though Dorian had never blamed him. His sweet boy would have never done that. Luckily enough, Kaiden blamed himself enough for the both of them.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Body back under control, he picked himself up off the floor. Grabbing a washcloth, he started the water and washed off his face—followed by quickly brushing his teeth.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Exiting the bathroom, Kaiden checked the clock on his nightstand and winced when he saw it was only 3 a.m. He had only been asleep for a measly three hours. Having flown back on Adrian’s private jet, he and Asher had arrived back at the castle just that past morning. Kaiden had then spent most of the day in meetings after the flight.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Going to his wardrobe, he opened the right door, pulled out a plain black long-sleeved shirt, and promptly pulled it on, slipped on a pair of black slippers, and exited his room, heading towards the garden. Entering the garden, he took a deep breath to take in the fresh air. He needed it after his nightmare. But another scent other than the flowers hits his—burning oak. Knowing the scent, Kaiden followed it to the source.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">He heard him before he saw him, as Asher was once again grumbling in a language he did not know. While he was not exactly sure what he was saying, judging by the way it was being said, he surmised that Asher was cursing.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Turning a corner in the maze-like castle garden, Kaiden found Asher sitting on a bench, swearing down at a letter grasped tightly in both hands. His hair was once again on fire, floating all around him. But at least that seemed to be all that was on fire this time. Curiously enough, the letter looked to be the same as the one Asher had grabbed in the room.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">The flames extinguished, and the man looked up, no doubt having sensed him. Asher put the letter in one of his sleeves and asked, “Kaiden, what are you doing up? More importantly, why are you here?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“I couldn’t sleep and decided to take a walk to tire myself out,” Kaiden lied effortlessly</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“You look plenty tired already,” Asher drawled.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">No doubt, he did. “You would think that, yet I’m wide awake.” Kaiden laughed lightly as he strolled over to Asher and waved towards the empty spot on the bench. “You mind?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Asher sighed. “Why not? Not like you’d leave if I asked.”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Kaiden sat down. “Are you still angry with me about what happened?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“Already forgotten, Kaiden. I’m not so petty to hold a grudge over such things. Nor do I have the energy or the memory space to bother.”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“Then what is wrong, Asher? You have seemed on the verge of destroying everything around since that night at the hotel.”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“It’s complicated, and we both know you are not ready for complicated.” Asher huffed, shoulders slumping, looking both tired and sad.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Not wanting to even begin to try to understand the last part of Asher’s statement, he chose to not acknowledge it at all and instead ask, “Does it have anything to do with that letter you just put away? The same one from the hotel, is it not?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">Sighing, Asher pulled out the letter and held it in front of him. There was a red seal on the front and what Kaiden believed was a phoenix in flight and words in a language he didn’t know.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“Who is it from?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“The Phoenix Council.”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">That wasn't exactly what he was expecting when he had asked. Then again, Kaiden didn’t know what he had been expecting—possibly a message from a family member. For being from such an important governing body, it seemed a bit too unopened.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“Correct me if I am wrong, but should you not open that?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“I decided I would burn it instead,” Asher declared.</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“What? Asher, you can’t…”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“Well, at least I would burn it if it could be burned.”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“Why do you not want to open it? They are your governing body, are they not? While at times you seem easy to anger, from what little I know of you, you are not one to let petty things and anger guide your way when it comes to important things. So, what has this council done to draw such anger from you?”</span></p><p class="font_8" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;">“THEY STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME,” Asher exploded, his voice booming and full of malice. A quick burst of flames flared upward from the man’s hair before retreating and leaving behind a puff of smoke. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: enriqueta,serif;"> </span></p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-88345155810250678152021-02-13T22:57:00.001-05:002021-02-14T01:37:20.510-05:00Coming Soon!<p> Hello, everyone. I know it's been legit years, but I am alive, well, and writing! I also have some very exciting news for everyone. I am basically two love scenes, an epilogue, and a shit ton of editing away from finishing book 4. Which I think I am going to change the title of lol. Haven't decided. Either way, I am almost done! I should finish writing in the next few days, and then I will probably spend about a week editing it before submitting it to my publisher. I am going to try to update more on here, but for the most part, I am more active in my Facebook group <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/BeesBooksSR" target="_blank">Bee's Books</a>, but I promise I will try to update more on here! </p><p>In other news, once I finish this book, I will be jumping right into working on another book for a new series called Fairy Tales Retold, which I hope to also release this year. It will be self-published, so we will see how that goes lol. I should have cover art for it soon, so you have that to look forward to. </p><p>Oh, by the way, I did revamp my website <a href="http://ShelbyRhodesAuthor.com">ShelbyRhodesAuthor.com</a>. There is a new section called 'For Readers'. Under that section, you can find artwork I had commissioned for my characters! So, check that out if you want! Anyway, until next time!</p><p>-Bee</p>Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-89358784851227754882019-08-04T15:51:00.000-04:002019-08-04T15:51:03.165-04:00I'm back...sort ofHello, everyone, it has been a while. I am back almost..... Over the last few months, I know I have been pretty absent and unresponsive in many ways. I think it is more I just felt lost and out of it and I kind of pulled away from facebook which housed my main support for writing. Currently, I am trying to reconnect to the world of writing and find the joy I had when I first started. There have been some changes in my life that cause things to shift a bit, not going to explain, but it happened. I am still writing it is just going slowly. I fully plan to release books in the future. This is not a post about me abandoning my writing. I won't do that. I love my readers and fellow writers. For those who have checked up on me, thank you, I appreciated it more than you know. Also, I still love my Characters, and so many haven't had their stories told. I am just struggling to do much right now, but I am trying to pull myself out of this funk. Anyway, that is where I am at right now.Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-79485768011218750682018-12-01T21:06:00.000-05:002018-12-01T21:06:28.614-05:00Quick update! Sin's Thief on Amazon! Quick update:<br />
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Besides that, I am currently buried under homework as it is the end of the school semester. I'll be back with some updates in a few weeks once it is over! BYE!<br />
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Fouled mouthed, snarky and overly pessimistic, Cecil Baxter's rules for life are to trust no one and to never become attached. Since birth, his life has been one pitfall after another. But when freedom was a fingertip away, Sin, a sophisticated man with a vocabulary to match jumped in his path. Thrown into a world he doesn’t understand, Cecil finds himself breaking all his rules just for a chance to be with Sin.</div>
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Sin Draven, leader of the Draven Zaytari, knows he has quirks. Many would see him as an overly calm, civilized individual. However, people often forget that most everyone has darkness inside them and Sin is no exception. When approached by a hurt young man his honor demanded he help, thief or not. That instance leads to Sin finding the one thing he has always wanted—a home.</div>
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Backpack on, he eased the door of his bedroom open and slipped out. Cecil briefly entertained the idea of sneaking into the man’s room for the money, but in the end, he decided to not risk it. Quieting his breathing, Cecil made his way through the house toward the front door.</div>
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Not that he was breathing particularly well, Cecil just no longer felt like he was about to die. Which was all well and good, but his current distress cemented the fact that his body was truly fucked up. And because his burst of adrenaline was fading, Cecil now had the joy of experiencing all new twinges of pain courtesy of his fall—because he so needed more, he thought rolling his eyes.</div>
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Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-47741080205702582872018-08-03T20:35:00.000-04:002018-08-03T20:35:04.630-04:00I'M ALIVE! - UPDATESUPDATES!<br />
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Hey, everyone! So I have been a bit quiet for a few months. This year has been super unlucky, for both me and my family medical wise. So that is where I have been. Part of the time I couldn't see well enough to do anything, and then I was in too much pain. BUT I am better now. So, YAY. </div>
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Now, let's get to the updates. So I finally finished Sin's Thief, though I'm still not a hundred percent sure of that title. I'll narrow it down while I'm editing, which is what I am doing now, editing. Lots and lots of editing. Once I am done, Vampire's of Vadin three will be sent to my publisher. Planning to finish all editing by next week. (Wish me luck). If all goes as planned, I imagine the book will be out either late September/early October.</div>
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I am also working on another book that will be my first self-published book. It's called Little Red and will be a fun adventure story and my take on Little Red Riding Hood. There will be sorcerers, an evil grandma, and sexy werewolves. And a little bit of blood....maybe a lot. Depends on how murderous<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>I am feeling while writing it.</div>
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Anyway, each month (hopefully) a newsletter will go out. I'm going to try to add some exclusive updates that you will have to subscribe to see. Some of it will be information on other books I am working on, on the side. Sometimes it may be early looks at covers and blurbs. I will of course still announce release dates and other updates here. </div>
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Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-85997723711828929432018-03-18T21:01:00.004-04:002018-03-18T21:01:52.424-04:00Been a while - UpdatesIt has been a while. So remember in the last post I mentioned that plans can get derailed. It turned out to be an understatement.<br />
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I've been debating on what and how much I should reveal. Here is pretty much the gist of it.<br />
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There was a major medical emergency in my family that began in January. I almost lost my father and then while in the middle of his medical problems another close family member died.<br />
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The stress of everything going on stalled me out. I was too worried, too distracted to think about anything else. All the problems lasted through February and there were many times I thought that this was it, my father is going to die. Those thoughts, each one of them were breaking me down and at times I couldn't breathe. But he didn't, and despite all the odds he survived everything, and thankfully he is on his way to recovery.<br />
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I am now getting back into my writing. And I promise you the 3rd volume of Vampires of Vadin is coming. I'm close to the end. However, at this point, I don't know what else I will be releasing this year.<br />
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There are some other stories I would like to flesh out. Ones that will be self-published. I am still updating the work in progress page on my website. So you can check that out. There is just no schedule anymore, I am pretty much working on whatever I feel like working on each day. Anyway, that is my update and thanks for taking the time to read it!<br />
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<br />Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-64759727443079536852018-01-05T13:31:00.000-05:002018-01-05T13:31:07.187-05:00A New Year Full of Many Plans. Hello, everyone. So it's a new year and I have many things planned. I even set some goals for myself.<div>
My first goal is to release 5-6 books this year, along with free short stories and more diaries. </div>
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What is coming in the nearest future: Vampires of Vadin book 3. </div>
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All that leads me to book four of Vampires of Vadin, which is Kaiden's and Asher's story. The rest of the year is up for debate on what else I will get done. (I have plans, but schedules can easily be derailed) </div>
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Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-68472064595560059712017-12-25T00:00:00.000-05:002017-12-25T00:00:01.160-05:00Adrian's Diary: Twelve Days of Seduction - Released! Adrian's Diary: Twelve Days of Seduction is now available for download on my website<br />
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<span style="font-family: noticia text,serif;"> Missing Adrian's insane behavior? Well, look no further. Venture forth into King Adrian Bloodhart's mind and possibly learn a few seduction tactics that may or may not work.</span></div>
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Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-59044322785667973702017-12-13T14:36:00.002-05:002018-01-01T13:56:43.870-05:00Stephan's Monster RELEASED AND OTHER UPDATES! Stephan's Monster is now live! It is also currently 10% off<br />
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Other news I am also working on small free project that will be released on my <a href="https://www.shelbyrhodesauthor.com/twelve-days-of-seduction">website</a> at the end of the month (Shooting for Christmas) </div>
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Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-1475530989884069012017-11-30T15:14:00.002-05:002017-11-30T15:14:37.903-05:00Stephan's Monster Pre-order now! So about five minutes after updating everything and posting about the release date it came up for pre-order lol!<br />
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Jayden knows he’s a monster. The people he killed were horrible, but it didn’t change what he was. And being taken in by Stephan Everwood at fifteen hadn’t changed his homicidal tendencies. Yet ten years later he finds himself struggling to be someone he's not. Then, despite thinking he lost most of his emotions years ago, Jayden discovers that not only is he not as empty inside as he thought, but that his monster is more present than ever before.<br />
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Stephan freely admits he has some issues. His self-doubts could be unrelenting and Stephan’s need to fix things tended to go too far. It blinded him to Jayden’s struggles. In the end his refusal to listen to what Jayden was trying to tell him has unfortunate results. When Stephan finally accepts who Jayden is, he must also face all that he had locked away inside.<br />
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Jayden stalked closer and invaded the man’s personal space, brushing up against him. “Who are you, Stephan? What are you doing here?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stephan released his arm and staggered a few steps back. “I own this building. A construction crew is coming to tear it down in a few days. I wanted to make sure no one was living here. As for who I am? I’m not sure how to answer that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stephan’s words were a mixture of truths and deceptions. “I don’t like being lied to, Stephan. I would suggest…” Jayden trailed off when something clicked into place.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He hissed, jerking as the walls and floors of the warehouse were suddenly drenched in blood with bodies scattered on the floor all around him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It wasn’t real, just a phantom hiding what was actually there. A vision brought on by a memory—one that faded away moments later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden hated having these visions. They left him defenseless and unaware of his surroundings. While this one had been short, others had lasted hours. When he was locked into a memory, someone could stab him, and he wouldn’t even notice—until he pulled free, that is. And he knew that for a fact, as it had happened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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God, why couldn’t Jayden have been born just a little bit more normal? He was almost positive that the average vampire didn’t have to deal with shit like that. At least he didn’t think they did—Jayden didn’t really have any friends.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“This is where it happened, where they hurt you, where you killed them…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“How could you afford to buy it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The man laughed bitterly. “My parents were rich.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I see.” He struggled to find something else to say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stephan’s shoulders slumped and his bottom lip began to tremble. The man seemed so sad, and for some reason that angered him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden glared down at the ground. Why was he angry? He shouldn’t be feeling anything. Was it the man’s past? Jayden rubbed his chest at the uncomfortable feelings running through him. He had the strongest urge to run away.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe if he humored the man, he would leave—no harm in that, right?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden gave Stephan a tight smile. “Let’s try it your way…however, if it doesn’t work, I will kill him. Though with how much blood Richard has lost, it’s probably too late anyway.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I can do it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden stepped back and gave a mocking bow. “If you say so.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Arms hanging loose, Stephan closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had been replaced by solid pools of lilac.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden gasped, a cold shiver running through him as power swirled around the room. There was so much of it, and all of it was coming from Stephan. The very air was shifting—he had never felt anything like it. Hair standing on end, Jayden felt he should run away—to not trust the force around him.</div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.25in;">Suddenly the air settled. The power hadn’t vanished, though. It was still thickening the air. His lungs stuttered as he struggled to draw in a full breath under its weight. Whoever Stephan was, he was dangerous.</span></div>
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Jayden was just going to go for it. He wanted Stephan to feel pleasure, and he wanted the little man to feel comfortable with his needs—to not fear them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At a small nod, Jayden wasted no time. He picked Stephan up and set him on the edge of the tub. Squawking, Stephan tried to cover his erection.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re beautiful. Please don’t hide from me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Trembling hands slowly slid away. He licked his lips. The view in front of him had his dick throbbing. Jayden found his gaze following water droplets and bubble suds as they traveled down the man’s smooth skin. Stephan’s legs were slim, his waist trim, and his stomach perfectly flat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Besides what was on his head, the only hair on the man’s body was a neatly trimmed patch of curls at the base of his five-inch cock. Stephan’s prick twitched ever so slightly as pre-cum dripped from its tip. The view was mouthwatering.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He grabbed a bathing poof and lathered it up with a bodywash that smelled of lilies. Running the sponge up and down Stephan’s neck, Jayden used swirling motions to spread the sweet-scented foam over the man’s collarbone. Lower down, he gently brushed against Stephan’s erect pink buds.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The little man’s eyes dilated and his lips parted as the textured poof rasped against his nipples—small tremors ran through him. Stephan’s breathing grew heavy, and the scent of his lust thickened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The man looked so beautiful in his arousal, but Jayden would have to watch him closely. He didn’t want to draw out Stephan’s fear again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As Jayden washed Stephan, he soon found out how very sensitive the man’s body was. Stephan shifted and whimpered, his breath hitching each time Jayden found a spot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Not wishing to scare him, Jayden was quick as he slid between the man’s rounded cheeks. Continuing on, he covered every delectable inch of him with suds until all that was left was Stephan’s swollen prick and tight sack.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sweat dripped down Jayden’s face as he looked at the last bit left untouched—he felt almost light-headed. The heat from the water and that his arousal left him dizzy. The only clear thought in his mind was that he wished to possess the man in front of him—Jayden wanted to make Stephan his.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After dropping the poof, hand completely soaped up, Jayden wrapped it around Stephan’s cock. The man jerked in shock at his touch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Instead of rubbing the twitching flesh in his grasp, Jayden remained still, waiting to see how Stephan would react.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Swaying, the little man grabbed his shoulder to stabilize himself. “J-Jade,” Stephan whined.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When the stench of fear never came, Jayden ran his hand up and down Stephan’s shaft. Pre-cum and suds mixed together as he pumped the man’s throbbing prick.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The soft moans that drifted past Stephan’s lips strengthened Jayden’s excitement. Each drop of pre-cum he drew from the man had his own leaking out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden’s gaze kept flitting between what his hand was doing and his lover’s face. Either view was worth dying for. He cupped the man’s balls with his other hand, then gently squeezed and massaged the tight sack.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh God, Jayden…” Stephan cried.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden focused on the look of pleasure on the man’s face. Stephan’s eyes were hazy, his lips slightly parted. He had his head tilted back, seeing nothing—just feeling and taking in every touch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But Jayden had no intention of letting the man come this way. He wanted to bring him with his mouth, to have his sweet release on his tongue. To savor Stephan’s first taste of pleasure in years.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Releasing him, Jayden pulled away.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What…” Stephan muttered in a daze.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I want to taste you, sweetheart. Will you let me?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stephan<span class="msoIns"><ins cite="mailto:SBS" datetime="2017-11-28T13:39">’s</ins></span> brow furrowed, looking so adorably confused. Chuckling, Jayden slowly ran a finger up the underside of the man’s cock. “I want to suck this.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The pleasure clouding Stephan’s face faded a bit. “S-suck?” the man sputtered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden wiggled his eyebrows. “Suck,” he purred.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stephan nodded stiffly. Permission given, Jayden grabbed the showerhead and sprayed Stephan’s crotch. The man squealed in indignation at the sudden assault of water, shying away.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hands gripping Stephan’s thighs, Jayden grinned. He slid down into the water until he was eye level with the man’s hard length. “Sorry, I’ve never liked the taste of soap.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stephan started to say something, but it ended in a choked gasp as Jayden took his cock fully down his throat. Nuzzling into his trimmed curls, he breathed in the man’s musky, sweet scent—caramel with a hint of pistachio.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jayden ran his hands up and down Stephan’s trembling thighs. And for just a few moments, he stared into the man’s glazed eyes, savoring the taste of him—then he swallowed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jayden!” Stephan cried out, his hands threaded through Jayden’s hair, gripping the strands tightly. He writhed as Jayden massaged his cock with his throat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When he pulled off, Stephan let out a whine of protest. But Jayden ignored his pleas and blew a few puffs of cool air on the spit-covered tip before flicking his tongue against Stephan’s slit. The man moaned and arched toward him as he licked the mushroom head and captured every dollop of pre-cum with his tongue.</div>
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<br />Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-84624378915766290822017-11-11T13:30:00.000-05:002017-11-11T13:30:08.933-05:00Updates and Stephan's Monster cover! Hello everyone! It's been a while but I have exciting updates!<br />
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The first update: I am working on book three of Vampires of Vadin, Sin's Thief, but I got a bit sidetracked as I will be participating in MM Winter Fantasies Contest on this blog: <a href="https://manlovefantasies.blogspot.com/?zx=27aae315fa1af019">ManLoveFantasies</a><br />
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Basically, a group of authors and I will be writing short stories that will be released the blog during a day in the month of January. Mine is done (besides a bit of editing) and will be released in two parts. Each of the authors also donated an ebook that you will have a chance to win. I believe you enter by commenting on the short stories. Anyway, at the end of the month, a winner will be chosen and will receive all the books donated! Warning though, my short is more of a teaser as I am evil like that lol.<br />
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The second update: I am working on a special project with my very dear friend <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Elizabeth Bryant. It will be a joint series that will take a while to finish but I guarantee it will be something to look forward to. </span><br />
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Shelby Rhodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06097180591214428649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056586367339312259.post-16868068724945374402017-10-13T17:06:00.001-04:002017-10-13T17:06:16.281-04:00UPDATES!!Hello, everyone! So Stephan's Monster is now on its way to being published on Bookstrand.com. So far the predicted release is December 2017/ January 2018. I personally am hoping for December but that all depends on how fast or slow everything goes. <div>
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Other updates: Currently I am working on Vampires of Vadin book 3 Sin's Theif and Shifters of Bram book 1 Yuka's Freedom. The titles, of course, could change but that is what they are or now. You can check out my website if you want to follow my progress on those. Shelbyrhodesauthor.com </div>
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As for my first book Adrian's Bodyguard, it should be up on Amazon in a few weeks. I'll make sure to post when it is available there. Speaking of my first book, I would love to know what everyone thinks. So feel free to leave a comment below. </div>
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