Book News
I’ve signed a new three book contract with Kensington Lyrical, yay! It’s a spinoff from the Emperors series, but will be completely new. It is to concern three members of the Shaw family, the children of the Marquess of Strenshall. One of them will be a novella concerning the gay son of the family, Darius. I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to tell his story, particularly since so many of you have written to ask me about him!
There are still two Emperors stories
left to be released, so it will be a little time before you get to see
them, but they are coming!
The Even Gods series from Samhain is
now complete, but I’m working on a new series, historical, for a
different publisher. More news soon!
Aaand, the STORM series is coming
out again. I’ve had the books re-edited, but it’s a very light one, to
remove some of the highly erotic stuff and make them more mainstream,
the way I originally envisioned them. They have spiffy new covers, and
they are coming out under the L.M. Connolly name. I still love these
books and I would love them to find a new lease of life! If they do
well, it means
I can write some more.
Publishing is in a constant state of
change. A few years ago, I was happily settled with three publishers,
being paid for my work and planning more stories.
Then came self-publishing. In 2010,
that market really took off. I wasn’t too keen, because I’m a writer,
not a business person and anything that takes me away from writing isn’t
welcome.
I tried, but I’m not as clever as
some people out there, and I never got that stroke of luck that really
matters either. So my self-publishing career is fairly average. I’m
doing
all right, don’t get me wrong.
But I haven't set the world on fire. Yet. Very few writers do.
The world changes, and a professional writer has to make some adjustments, which I’m doing right now.
I’ve spent this month writing like
crazy. I had several requests for a historical novel I was writing, when
I attended RT in April. So I had to finish it and polish it!
Writing the first in a new series
(and you know me, I tend to write in series) is exciting and difficult.
I’m learning a whole new set of characters and situations, finding out
what
makes them tick and how they are led into something exciting enough to
engage a reader.
I tend to make characters as close
to real as I can. That means they don’t always behave the way they
should, they aren’t always trammeled by the needs of the genre I write.
Sometimes I’ll write a plot, and when I get there in the book, I’ll
discover that the character is too smart for that, or that the stakes
have changed. I love it. Then I have to stop and reconstruct the whole
thing.
Anyway, changes. I’m looking to move
my newsletter from Yahoo to somewhere else. As far as you’re concerned,
that will mean you’ll get an extra, short email to make sure
it’s working. If you don’t want to continue, please let me know and I’ll
deal with it. Yahoo is becoming more unreliable and it’s time I looked
somewhere else for a newsletter program.
So this month I’m at the RNA
Conference at Lancaster Universtiy. We’ve had some fascinating speakers,
including an ex police detective speaking on murder cases. It’s been
fascinating and as always it’s so enjoyable catching up with old friends
and finding out what everybody is up to.
New Releases
Yes, releases! The covers are below,
and then I’ve put the links to my webpage, where you can find all the
buy links to the books!
Red Alert is set ...tomorrow.
The day a dragon flies over Central
Park, the world changes. People know what they’ve suspected for
centuries––Talents exist, and they’ve been living among us all
the time.
Dragons, vampires, shape-shifters,
sorcerers with incredible psi gifts form a special agency to protect the
rights and interests of Talents.
New enemies arise, and they are forced to struggle to meet the new challenges and protect the people they love.
The books are coming out at weekly intervals, starting on the 27th July, and they're up for preorder now.
You can see descriptions and buy links here: http://lmconnolly.com/storm/
Here's the Amazon link to the first book: https://www.amazon.com/Red-Alert-paranormal-romance-STORM-ebook/dp/B01HAOEOD2
Here's the Amazon link to the first book: https://www.amazon.com/Red-Alert-paranormal-romance-STORM-ebook/dp/B01HAOEOD2
Red Alert Excerpt:
A scuffle outside the door
made Dr. Jones turn his head toward the sound. Megan took the
opportunity and lashed out with her foot. It struck with a satisfyingly
solid whump, right in his solar plexus.
Dr. Jones doubled up,
gasping for air. Well, the first step to getting out had been easy. But
facing the “student” standing between her and the door, Megan knew he
wouldn’t
be such a pushover. He stood, feet planted wide apart, knees slightly
bent in a position she recognized from her weekly karate class.
Fuck.
She had to hurry, before
Jones regained his breath. When she kicked up toward the guy’s balls,
intending the kick to be a feint for an upward hand jab, the bastard
grabbed her
ankle and threw her to the hard floor. The very hard floor. Her head hit the ground with a solidity Megan felt in every bone of her body, intensifying her ever-present
headache, and she kicked back with her free foot, only to find it caught in the same meaty fist.
Pressure on the side of her pants alerted her to the syringe pressing into her flesh.
The door burst open,
propelled by the heavy body of the red-haired “student”. He fell next to
her, already unconscious, his big body completely relaxed. One massive
arm dropped
over her body, dislodging the needle’s trajectory.
A whirlwind followed the
student, or what seemed like one to Megan. Dark, unruly hair was the
only feature she was absolutely sure of topping a tall, powerful body
with excellent reactions,
because the intruder spun around on his heel, his arm already whipping
out to take her attacker full across his face.
The open-handed slap
knocked the African-American aside but he came back, one blow too
superficial to cause any real damage. Just in time to receive the
jackhammer punch under his chin
that knocked his head back with a crunch that sounded fatal.
The student fell back
against the room’s only chair, collapsing it with the sound of breaking
wood and the fleshier crunch of breaking bone.
It was the man she’d
glimpsed earlier entering the main ward. Closer up he was even more
lethally sexy. Arousal, totally unexpected, purred through her veins.
“There are
more outside, so the only way we’re going to get out of here is through
that window.” He swept the room with an appraising glance and picked up
the metal bedside table as if it weighed nothing at all, ignoring
the clatter as the drawer fell out. “Close your eyes if you’re scared of
heights and hold on tight.”
Lifting the table over his
head, he swung it at the window. The sound of shattering glass rewarded
him and he stepped forward to knock out the remaining jagged shards and
drag the wrecked
blind aside.
Was that a hand or a claw?
A claw, she realized, as fingernails lengthened into talons and
blue-green scales clustered over his hand and arm.
She gasped in shock. “Holy fuck!”
He turned to face her,
scales gathering on his neck, his voice throaty and raw. “Climb up and
hold on. Or stay here and face them.”
Feet pounded up the
hallway outside and at the same time, her rescuer completed his
transformation into a man-sized dragon. Clothes ripped and tore, falling
from his body, and she felt
a sense of irritation in her mind that came from him. Irritation?
Yeah,
I liked that jacket. Grab the pieces and let’s go. Pick up your stuff
too. Then put your arms around my neck. Or stay here and let them kill
you.
His neck was much longer
and greener than it had been a minute ago. When she heard the shout “In
here!” from outside the room she knew this was decision time.
She grabbed her purse,
pausing to sling it over her head so the strap crossed her body, and
picked up the remains of the leather jacket, only remembering the folder
containing her scan
results at the last minute, then she obeyed him—it—and put her arms
around his—its—neck.
When we’re through the window, I’m going full size. Be prepared to hang on ‘cuz we ain’t coming down for a while.
I must be mad.
If you are, I am too. Ready?
As I’ll ever be.
Her feet lifted off the
ground just as she was beginning to wonder how the hell she could talk
to somebody mind to mind. She closed her eyes and hung on.
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