Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Deceive Teaser

How about a sneaky excerpt of Deceive? We're into the single digit countdown on this now!!

Have you read Decide and Decline yet to get ready for Deceive?


DECIDE 

5* review and a 'crowned heart of excellence' from InD'Tale Magazine​.

Strap in, get ready to start your engines and see where it all began.

From an early age, Declan Reede’s only goal was to race in the ProV8 Championship Series. One thing he couldn’t anticipate was that a blistering kiss shared with his best friend, Alyssa Dawson, might derail his plans.

While he knows things between them will never be the same, it’s impossible to predict just where the road will take them, or how rocky it might get.

Will he decide to fight for love or follow his dreams?

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DECLINE

Hold on tight, stick to the racing line, and watch for the corners.

Four years after making the decision to leave his home town behind, all of Declan Reede's dreams have come true. Unapologetically foul-mouthed and well known for his off-track antics, his success seems unstoppable. At least until Queensland Raceway and a chance sighting of the girl who once held his heart. Now, getting around the track seems an impossible battle as he struggles to return to his previous form. With his career racing downhill faster than his V8 on Mount Panorama, there's more than just his reputation on the line.

What will it take to put the brakes on his decline?

**Due to strong language and sexual content not intended for anyone under age of 18**

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DECEIVE EXCERPT
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After we stood like that for a few more minutes, I decided the mood had been too heavy and serious for too long. I owed it to Alyssa to let go of my stress for a while so that I could show her a good time tomorrow. With Alyssa in mind, I twisted my body, grabbing Eden into a headlock and mussing up her hair.
“Declan, you jackass!” she squealed, trying to yank herself from my arms. “We almost had a grown-up moment then.”
“I know, Edie,” I said. I let her go and ran back inside the room. I glanced around it—I still had find a way to get rid of the images of Alyssa the morning after the school formal, but Eden was doing a good job of keeping me sane at the moment. “So, what have you got planned for tonight?”
“Dinner at the Sunshine Room, and then daiquiris at the casino.” She grinned widely.
“Eden, you know I’m a dude right? This—” I grabbed my crotch. “—qualifies me as such. Dudes don’t do daiquiris. Those are girly drinks.”
“Oh, but look at those pretty locks of yours, Dec.” She jumped up and grabbed a handful of my hair, which was rapidly getting out of control without my regular trips to get it cut. “I’m sure I could put a nice barrette in there, maybe slip you into a turquoise dress to match your eyes. With your inch-long lashes and pretty pout, I think you’d make a hot chick.”
I scowled at her. “You know you are just about the right weight for me to pick up and toss over that balcony.”
She smirked at me. “I’d like to see you try.”
I feigned a shrug and walked away, before quickly running back at the last minute and throwing her over my shoulder. I carried her back outside and sat her on the railing, with my arms wrapped around her to ensure she didn’t accidentally slip.
“Declan Reede, you fucking arse, let me down,” she screamed as she clung tightly to my shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut. “You know I hate heights.”
“What were you saying about me?”
“That you are a manly man who has no feminine aspects at all.”
“Exactly,” I said, before pulling her back off the balcony rail. I flipped her around me and put her back on her feet. She smacked my chest before running into the room. Before I could follow her inside, she slid the door shut and locked it. She stood on the other side of the glass and poked her tongue out at me.
“Oh, you are going to get it, Edie!” I shouted.
She pretended she couldn’t hear me, making ridiculously overemphasised gestures of cupping her ears.
“All right, you’ve had your laugh,” I said. “Now, let me in.”
She shook her head and laughed.
I clasped my hands together and held them in from of me. “Please?” I begged, pushing my bottom lip out.
“Uh-uh.”
“What do I have to do to get back inside?”
She tapped her chin. “You have to say Morgan is the best driver at Sinclair Racing.”
“Oh, I see,” I said, laughing. “So for me to come in, I’ve got to lie. Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Back Lot Beauties Blog Hop

Romancing the paranormal

I write a genre which tends to have a little bit of stigma attached to it. That genre is romance. More specifically, paranormal romance. Fairly or not, those two words together tend to conjure up a certain image in critic’s minds.

What makes the genre exciting for me isn’t what has been done, but what can be done. There is a whole world of paranormal creatures out there to explore and use. Are all of them fodder for romantic attachment? I guess handled right, there is the possibility to romanticize any creature. But paranormal romance doesn’t necessarily have to be about having a romantic involvement\attachment with a paranormal creature. It can just be about finding love in a world where such creatures exist. This is probably where the line between paranormal romance and urban fantasy blur and smudge a little.

What makes paranormal romance interesting to me is that even with these fantastical creatures, so much of the wonder in the stories is driven by the very things that make the real world turn. Human nature drives us to find companionship. I don’t believe it would not be out of the question for people to search for love even in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Yes, there is the daily struggle for life and the inherent danger of creating vulnerabilities by finding a significant other, but love also gives people a reason to live. It gives them a greater purpose, something which lets them focus on the positives that life offers and not drown in the depression of constant death.

So it is for me, in Through the Fire, and the whole Daughter of Fire series. Evie's days are filled with fleeing for her life, but still she clings to hope for something more. She desires love and companionship, and something bigger than herself. Freedom from prejudice.

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Through the Fire (Daughter of Fire #1) 
by Michelle Irwin

Life could have been different for Evie Meyers. If only she wasn’t a freak.


She wouldn’t be hiding from the Rain, a secret organization intent on destroying all supernatural creatures. Neither would she have run from Clay, the object of her desire.


Her hope for love and a normal life shattered when Clay stumbled onto her biggest secret and revealed one of his own in the process—he’s a soldier for the Rain. Learning that Clay was a threat to her survival, Evie had no choice but to flee.


Now Clay’s back—battle-scarred and mysterious—and the attraction between them is undeniable. Stuck on opposite sides in the war between humans and the supernatural, there seems little hope for a happily ever after. Caught between what her heart wants and what her head knows, something has to give. What will she choose? And what price will she have to pay?


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Excerpt:
Closing my eyes, I tried to retrace the steps back out of the warehouse and cement the escape route in my mind. When I opened them again, I was looking at three backs: Clay and two other men who had entered the room. Clay’s head immediately turned, and his gaze sought me out.
He ripped his hand from his pocket, lifted his shirt to reveal a holster and gun. In the next instant, he had it drawn and pointed at his father.
“Now, Evie! Run!”
I didn’t think twice. I turned, and I raced from the room—rushing through the doorway and into the darkened corridor. Before I’d even broken free of the warehouse, I heard the sound of fighting erupt behind me. After a rash of thuds and bumps, Clay’s voice shouted indecipherable words, and then the sound of a gunshot sliced the air. My heart beat rapidly as I skidded to a stop. A pained cry filled the corridors, and I started to turn back around.
Another loud crash sounded, and one of the men was right behind me.
“What the hell?” the older voice, Clay’s Dad, shouted from inside the room. Angered cursing replaced his uttered statement and filled the space around me, vibrating off the walls and drowning out all other sounds.
At least until Clay saw me standing still with his brother fast approaching.
“What are you waiting for, Evie? Run!” Clay shouted as he crash-tackled his brother into the wall. “Run and don’t look back. I’ll find you!”
A loud, wet thud sounded as Ethan fought back against Clay’s hold.
Bursting out into sunshine, I didn’t even stop for the air I desperately needed before I climbed into the truck and gunned the engine. My eyes were trained on the warehouse as I reversed out onto the road, so I barely even noticed the Hummer that was parked in my way until I almost hit it. I spun the wheel at the last second to avoid collision and ripped out part of the fence on my way to freedom.
I drove like a madman until I was halfway home and then the adrenaline left my system in a rush, leaving me with tear-filled eyes and shaking hands. It was in that instant that I realized what was different about Clay’s kiss. With the extra time to assess it in my mind, I understood what he was trying to tell me. He didn’t think he was coming with Dad and me anymore. With his kiss, he’d said goodbye. After that gutting discovery, I couldn’t move the car another inch, even if I wanted to. A chorus of beeping sounded around me as a reminder that I wasn’t alone on the road, and yet even that wasn’t enough to force me to drive.
Pressing my forehead against the top of the steering wheel, tears that I couldn’t fight began to fall in cascades. I could almost feel the ghost of his kiss, and in hindsight his “I’m sorry” and “Goodbye” echoed through every motion of his mouth.
By the time I’d finally been able to compose myself enough to drive, I didn’t know where to go. I worried that taking the truck home would flag a warning in some database. Did they already know where we lived? Dad would kill me if I dumped his truck, but he’d be more devastated if it was a link that led to us being discovered. I had no way of contacting Dad to discuss the best course of action. After hearing Clay’s admission of how he’d found me, I had no doubt Dad’s reasons for not getting cell phones was valid. I would have to make the choice unaided and live with the consequences.
I put the truck into drive and forced myself to head down the tree-lined road toward home.  Just as I drove past Renaissance Park, the black Hummer that had been at the warehouse tore through the streets behind me and slammed into the rear of my truck, jolting it roughly. I was thrown forward, and my head smashed against the steering wheel. For a moment all I could see were stars, but I fought to remain conscious.
When my vision finally cleared, my heart slid into my stomach as I looked beyond the hood to see a young man who could almost have been Clay sitting behind the wheel. I hadn’t had the chance to look at him in my rush to flee the warehouse, but now I couldn’t look away. He was clearly a few years older, his exposed arms were bulkier, but otherwise the likeness was obvious. After hearing his statement before Clay had left to greet him, I was certain he knew the truck was mine and that I was the one driving it. Cringing at the violent look on his face, I held tightly onto the steering wheel and forced my foot flat against the accelerator pedal.

With the Hummer on my trail, there was no way I could go home. It would be leading him straight to my father and my best chance of long-term survival. At the next intersection I turned right instead of going straight ahead. I knew enough about the area to know it would lead me away from the city and could only hope it offered the opportunity to shake Ethan before too long.

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Thursday, November 26, 2015

Staying alive!

*Peeks out between fingers* Still with me?

All I can say is I'm sorry. I've been slack, I know. I actually have a series of blog posts all planned and plotted. If it all goes according to plan, they'll be witty and informative and keep you glued from start to end. There's just one thing I'm missing to do it. Time. It's the big killer isn't it? Obviously, I've had a crazy, hectic publishing schedule and it got that little more crazy hectic when my man Declan decided that he wasn't happy with just three novels in addition to his novella. Noooo, he had to have an extra one. One in the middle of two that were written in fact, just to make things extra interesting. Especially when it meant that the book needed to be ready in time for an editing date that's already booked in--and the book wasn't even half written yet with the additions he demanded.

So that's why for the last five or so weeks, I've been spending every spare word I've had working on this middle book for Declan. Thankfully, the first draft is done. Writing to such a tight deadline doesn't work wonders for creative brain, but it did prove to me that I can do it when push comes to shove, and it meant that I was actually creating brand spanking new words for a while rather than juts running over endless rounds of edits. What this means though is there will now be two more Declan Reede books rather than one. Decipher will be released in March 2016, and Declare will be sometime in either April/May. Yay, more Declan. He's a butt, but a lovable one.

Leading up to December, I have a fair bit of writing, editing, and planning to do, so the blog may be a little quiet--although hopefully a little less quite than it has been--but in the new year that should all change.

So what has been happening? There's a few sales and stuff going on at the moment.


Decide (Declan Reede: The Untold Story) book 0.5 is free


Strap in, get ready to start your engines and see where it all began.


From an early age, Declan Reede’s only goal was to race in the ProV8 Championship Series. One thing he couldn’t anticipate was that a blistering kiss shared with his best friend, Alyssa Dawson, might derail his plans.


While he knows things between them will never be the same, it’s impossible to predict just where the road will take them, or how rocky it might get.


Will he decide to fight for love or follow his dreams?
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Decline (Declan Reede: The Untold Story #1) is currently on sale for just 99c

Hold on tight, stick to the racing line, and watch for the corners.

Four years after making the decision to leave his home town behind, all of Declan Reede's dreams have come true. Unapologetically foul-mouthed and well known for his off-track antics, his success seems unstoppable. At least until Queensland Raceway and a chance sighting of the girl who once held his heart. Now, getting around the track seems an impossible battle as he struggles to return to his previous form. With his career racing downhill faster than his V8 on Mount Panorama, there's more than just his reputation on the line.

What will it take to put the brakes on his decline?

**Due to strong language and sexual content not intended for anyone under age of 18**

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Clay Jacobs harbors a dangerous secret. Evie, the object of his teenage obsession, isn’t human. But instead of destroying the supernatural threat, as he’s been instructed by the Rain—the organization he belongs to—he let her escape.

The memory of the one who got away not only haunts him but holds him captive and assaults him nightly. Unable to escape the visions, and the guilt, he races across the country to locate her and correct his mistake. Instead of the monster he expects, he finds a woman who ensnares him with her charms. In her embrace, Clay dares to imagine a different life. One free of the constant need to kill.

His family—and the oaths he made to them—is not so easy to escape though. When the past catches up to him, it won’t only be his happiness but also the life of his lover at risk. What will it take to free himself from the grip of the Rain?

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Saturday, October 31, 2015

Among the Debris is LIVE!

Among the Debris
(Book Two – Son of Rain series)
Michelle Irwin

**RELEASE DAY**



"Romeo and Juliet  meets Supernatural"


Michelle Irwin, in her creation of the Fire and Rain complimentary series of books, has blended the timeless idea of two lovers from different backgrounds torn apart by circumstance within an urban fantasy playground.


Book Details: Novel
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
  89,000 words

BLURB

Clay Jacobs and Evie Meyers are on the run. Together. Being hunted is almost worth it, so long as that remains true. It’s too much to hope that it can last.

Only weeks after their reunion in Salem, his family strikes, and Clay is torn from his lover’s arms once again. Alone, his certainty in their love falters. Everything he thought was true is called into question. Could his family be right? Could he have been caught in Evie’s spell?

Clay’s obsession with finding the truth leads him on a hunt across the globe. The answer will either bring him closer to freedom or destroy the remnants of his shattered heart. His quest may prove more difficult than he imagines when some people will go to any lengths to keep the truth hidden.



EXCERPT


“Clay?”

I spun around when I heard my name called. Seeing a familiar short, stocky redhead walking toward me sent my stomach plummeting. Fuck.

“Clay Jacobs, you son of a bitch, it is you!” The guy clapped me on the shoulder.

“Max,” I said as I took in the grinning operative in front of me.

“It’s been ages, hasn’t it? ’Bout a year right? Not since that, God, what was it? Lizard man?”

“Yeah,” I said, somewhat dismissively as I looked around, hoping that Evie wouldn’t choose that moment to return to my side.

A frown tugged at Max’s brow as I met his green-eyed gaze again.

“It, uh, it was a wild weekend, that’s for sure,” I added. From what I recalled, Max’s partner had gotten so drunk while we were waiting for the lizard man, he’d almost become a midnight snack. If my twin-sister, Louise, and I hadn’t all but tripped over his legs poking out of the swamp, he wouldn’t have lasted the night.

“So, where’s the family?” Max asked. He raised his hand to scratch his cheek, showing me the M-shaped Rain symbol tattooed on the back of his hand, just below his thumb.

Every second I continued to speak to him was one second closer to the time Evie would join me at my side. Max wasn’t the sharpest tool in the Rain shed, but he was well enough trained to spot Evie for what she was in a second. Especially with the increased chatter about the existence of such creatures in recent years. There was also a risk my family would have put out a notice to all Rain headquarters to pay special attention to women matching Evie’s description. Either way, it was likely Max would mark her as a phoenix on sight and then expect me to join him on a hunt.

Breathing through my nose, I tried to force the anxiety clawing at my throat and racing through my heart from my features. “Solo hunt,” I said. I tried for a smile, but only managed a brief upward twitch.

“Hunt? Haven’t heard of anything that might interest you Elite around here.”

Shit. I should have said some R&R or something, anything, else. I clenched my fists. “It’s nothing really, just a lead . . . on Lou’s case,” I added as the idea occurred to me. Almost every Rain operative we’d worked with, and many that we hadn’t, knew the story of Lou’s kidnapping by the fae when we were babies and my family’s quest for revenge ever since. “Dad and Eth asked me to come down and see what I could find. On the quiet, you know. No point getting Lou’s hopes up.”

He nodded but the suspicion that pinched the corners of his eyes didn’t shift. “So, I heard the funniest story this mornin’ when gettin’ my assignments,” he said. “’Bout an operative gone rogue.”

My gaze flicked straight to his face, searching for any signs of mistrust. “Yeah?”

“Way I hear it, ’stead of destroyin’ the creature he’s huntin’, he runs off with it. Could be anywhere in the country they say.”

The thundering sound of my pulse in my ears made it hard to focus on the actual words. It was clear he knew everything, or at least enough to indict me. I didn’t know why he was talking to me instead of just attacking, but it was possible he was stalling until backup arrived. With the new insight that we’d been caught, I did another scan of the area and saw what I’d missed the first time. A CCTV camera hidden near a light fitting on the depot’s roof.

Fuck.

I cursed ever helping with the damned facial recognition software. It had helped me find Evie before, but now it might have damned her too. We’d been trying so hard to be careful, to keep our heads ducked and avoid cameras. Obviously, not well enough.

Even though Max had made me, and we both knew it, I had to pretend not to understand what he’d just revealed if I wanted to have any chance of getting Evie out.

“That’s terrible,” I said, moving my hand to my gun. My motions were slow, cautious, and fluid, so as not to draw his attention. “What else do you know? Maybe I can keep my ear to the ground for some extra information?”

“Oh, I’m sure you know all ’bout it,” he said. Even as he said the words, his hand reached for his holster, but he was too late.


Before he even had a chance to get near his gun, I reached for him, pulling him against me so that my gun pressed hard against his side. With my lips at his ear, I whispered, “How many are coming?”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Michelle Irwin


Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page.


Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.