Monday, April 27, 2015

Paranormal Worlds and Secret Societies – by Kay Dee Royal

Hello everyone – thanks so much for stopping in: ) This week I’m sharing a Wild Darkness Calls themed story – Holly Gets Darkly. It’s a shorty, lots of sex (because they are totally over-stimulated most of the time with their pheromones constantly throwing out “I want” signals), and a happy ever after ending…here’s what I think about:

Paranormal Worlds and Secret Societies

My favorite genre to read and to write is erotic paranormal romance. There’s so much opportunity to turning a human world upside down, especially when humans are clueless to the possibility or probability there’s something more than their “kind” living and breathing among them.

I love creating a society / world unknown to the humans, but one that is always in plain sight if a person only focused. As busy as our world is today and as programmed as we are, and don’t forget committed to our sometimes crazy habits, who has time to notice anything out of the norm? Seriously, what are the chances?

The TV series, Grimm, is a good one for relating “other” worlds of beings living inside the human world…and humans aren’t in tuned enough to see them.
Creating these secret beings with their own unique abilities, rules / laws, hierarchies, ways of procreating, and ways of living with their own kind, along with living among human-kind, is almost like playing a “God-like” role.

Holly Gets Darkly is an erotic paranormal short, a secret society living within the human race. I enjoyed researching the kindred beast / elusive creatures in my story as it helped in the development of the “paranormal beings.” Sort of like sitting around a witch’s caldron and throwing in a little of this and dash of that to come out with…Walla, a new kind of sexy shifter *smiles*

So, what’s your favorite shifter – or paranormal being – and why?

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Holly Gets Darkly

A Wild Darkness Calls themed story by Kay Dee Royal

Tag: Holly discovers a whole new erotic world when confronted by the elusive cougar.

Blurb/Book Description: 

Warning: Sizzling Hot, M/F, F/F, M/M, M/F/M, multiple partners, anal play, and ultra-arousing sex

Holly Preston, freelance nature photographer, gets lost in the dark and stranded in the forest on a mission to locate the elusive cougar for the shot of a lifetime.

Keyt Darkly, Forest Ranger, tracks her with more in mind than rescue.
She discovers cougars are nothing compared to what awaits her in a cabin hidden deep in the darkness…

Short Excerpt

A snarled warning from something ahead startled me. I stopped and raised the flashlight in the direction of the sound. My hand shook and the light jiggled. A large cat sprang at the wavering beam of light, like a domestic cat playing with a laser beam. Only this creature moved with the speed and stealth of a ninja, powerful muscles rippling along its haunches as it pounced only a few feet in front of me. I held my scream, but dropped the flashlight. It rolled down the hill, leaving me standing in darkness in front of…a cougar.

Holy cougar-bait, now what do I do? I couldn’t stop shaking while my knees turned to jelly and threatened to crumple under me. Crap. Okay, I had sticks…in my hand. I used one to balance and keep me from falling down.

Then the cat ripped past me, tearing in the direction of the flashlight.

It knocked me down, sticks and all. I lay there frozen, listening as the flashlight skidded here and there, until it finally went out.

The cat snarled, whether in anger or play, I really didn’t know and didn’t want to hang around to find out. I crawled, afraid to stand, feeling my way in the opposite direction of where the cat originated.

Attempting to be soundless in the dark over dead leaves was for the birds…they could fly, while I made lots of noise.

Another something snapped as my knee took the hit. Then I sensed the giant cat was near. Folding my knees under me and covering my head with my arms, I lay face down on the ground. It wasn’t for ferocious cats that a person was supposed to act dead around, but at this point I had no choice. I certainly wasn’t going to run. It would only toy with me until it killed me, like it killed my flashlight.

Its warm moist breath moved the hair that had fallen over my arms as air puffed in and out of its mouth. I knew they smelled with their mouths open and thanked the universe it was too dark to see its sharp fangs. It pawed my arm, back, side, sole of my foot, and then my butt.

I wanted to shout, “Private place!” But as soon as the thought hit my brain, the beast’s claws shredded the back of my jeans. I jerked at the sound of tearing fabric, every part of me screaming to run, and yet the sharp nails never connected with my skin.

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Monday, April 20, 2015

Big Girls Don't Cry Wolf - Intro to the PN Erotic Story-stars

Hello everyone – I’d like to share a bit about my first paranormal erotic story, Big Girls Don’t Cry Wolf. The story-stars were some of my favorites, Brea and Grey (both twins if you can believe that; )…and I wanted to share them with you:)

Here’s a bit about Big Girls Don’t Cry Wolf?

Brea, my heroine, is an intelligent, confident, plus-sized woman. She loses her twin in a tragic accident when they were fourteen, and Brea never gets over it, nor does she believe it. She takes over her adoptive parents’ rustic vacation resort and concentrates on its success. Twin were-wolves, in particular, Grey Dalton, come for a stay, throwing a clinker into Brea’s focus. A dangerous rogue werewolf abducts her, and that’s when things get complicated. Brea’s life transforms in every way. You’ll need to read it to find out those ways and to find out whom, if anyone rescues her.

How did the concept for the book come about?

I saw a contest asking for the heroine to be an intelligent, strong, plus-sized woman, one who is confident in her body. I loved it, and so did Brea, my character. My love for the paranormal took over, so my hero, Grey, became a shifter. I also had just come home from a rustic vacation, so the idea for place fit right in.

How long did it take to finish, from concept to final product?

I wrote the first draft in only a few weeks. Sent it to a couple of women to read over, comment, and critique. I submitted it within a month and it was accepted by Lea Schizas for Muse It Hot! It went through another series of edits with Nancy Bell, and line edits with Antonia Tiranth four months later. Muse It Up Publishing made it a quick process, really, when considering the grand scheme of publishing a book.

Big Girls Don’t Cry Wolf
By Kay Dee Royal

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance


After the tragic loss of her twin sister, Brea works hard to prove herself worthy of her adoptive parent’s extra attention. She focuses on the success of the rustic resort her parents deeded to her.

Priorities change when sexy twin wolves in human form walk into Brea’s life.

A dangerous rogue abducts her, but whom, if anyone comes to her rescue?


Brea watched Grey’s truck drive down the dirt path until she couldn’t see it through the trees. She shivered, instantly missing the warmth of Grey’s body next to hers. She looked one more time down the path in case Grey changed his mind about leaving her.

          Did I misread Grey’s intentions? Gads, I threw myself at him. Maybe he isn’t into oversized women after all. I’m such an idiot!

          Brea stepped through the door of her little stone cottage. She’d never questioned her size before, always fit her just fine. Not questioning it now either. Right now she needed cozy. As crappy as she felt over Grey’s quick departure, her head throbbed like the residual effects of a hangover, but it didn’t hinder her from throwing a few logs into the fireplace. Once a nice flame got going, she absorbed the comfort of its warmth. She lay back on her divan in front of the beautiful stone hearth.

Brea pulled her favorite blanket with images of howling wolves over her and laid her head on a matching throw pillow. Her whole room reflected her love of wolves, through pictures, statues, lamp shades, and her shelves full of books about them. She needed their comfort right now to take away Grey’s rejection of her.

          Brea closed her eyes for a moment, fighting an overpowering sadness.  Exhaustion finally pulled her into sleep.

* * * *

          A haunting wolf howl crept into Brea’s dream. It wouldn’t stop; it was so loud…until Brea snapped awake. She sat up in darkness, not even embers glowed inside the hearth, moonlight streamed in through her sliding glass door with enough light to help her maneuver through the room. She went to the glass door to draw the curtains closed, but instead she was drawn to what lay beyond her porch.

          Brea opened the door, stepped out, and walked over to the railing of her ground-level deck. She saw the light of the moon cut a path across the calm lake water to the sandy shoreline fifty feet away. Chilled damp air settled over her bare arms.

          She glanced to the south tree line leading into miles of forest. Something shifted the shadows of the trees, maybe an animal hiding. She didn’t hear the rustle of dry leaves that usually accompanies animal movement in the forest.

          A wolf howled a short distance from Brea. Its sound reverberated against the stone cottage wall behind her, sending a shiver from her skin into her bones. She knew wolves had been sighted a few miles away, but never at the resort. For as long as she’d lived in Northern Michigan, she’d never actually seen one. Now, she was about to have a very personal experience with one.

          Brea had studied them enough to know not to move or she’d spook it. She heard it breathing and slowly turned to look. Wet, warm moisture carried on the slight breeze, settling on, around, and inside her.

          The moon and all its light vanished behind an ominous cloud. Two glowing green orbs appeared to float in front of her. Somewhere in her consciousness she recognized the green eyes and the assailing breath.

A direct order, something she must do, jogged her memory, compelling her. She couldn’t look away. Her body became weightless, fluid and she wanted to follow. She moved forward, off the deck, following…following something that called her. She heard it and knew she must hurry.

Suddenly hands gripped her from behind, stopping her progress.

Another warm moist breath infiltrated her senses with the scent of pine, musk, and cloves. Her need to follow disintegrated like the ash of a spent campfire. Brea came awake in the middle of the forest. Strong arms wrapped around her waist.

“It’s alright, Brea. I think you were walking in your sleep.” Grey’s voice whispered through the layers of fog that began to break apart in her mind. “Brea, take a deep breath.”

Brea turned to face Grey.

“What…I’m…it’s night.” She couldn’t seem to grasp a total thought, other than being in the middle of the forest and in Grey’s arms. What was she doing here? What was he doing here?

Grey picked her up and carried her. She heard a wolf howl, so did Grey. He stopped and raised his face. Brea watched him sniff the air. She shrugged it off, her mind in no condition to make a judgment call of what he was doing, especially for something as strange as Grey sniffing the air.

The muscles in his arms tightened, squeezing her closer to him. He ran. How he could navigate through the trees in the darkness and carry her weight, Brea couldn’t fathom, but then her brain didn’t seem to be functioning with all lobes either. She closed her eyes and tucked her head into his shoulder, like a child in his arms, safe and loved.

Loved? Where did that come from?

Grey stepped onto Brea’s deck, walking through the open sliding glass door into her cottage.

“Gads, I left my door open?”

“Like I told you, I think you were walking in your sleep. Have you ever done that before?” Grey set Brea down on the divan and went back to the door to slide it closed. He switched on a small lamp in the corner and proceeded to re-build the fire in the hearth.

“I’ve never walked in my sleep that I’m aware of. I mean I’ve never woke up in the middle of the forest in the middle of the night. I guess I’m lucky you were there. Why were you there?”

Brea watched Grey’s sleek animal-like movements, stealthy, sure-footed, with muscles rippling. Again she saw him lift his head and sniff the air. His eyes glowed silver, reminding her of other glowing eyes and a shudder quaked down her body.

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