Monday, December 15, 2014

Manuscript Monday: Omega's Destiny - Sasha Gets Real

It's Monday again! And I actually remembered to post a new snippet from Omega's Destiny. This is cause for celebration on my part. The holidays make everything extra busy - like spending all day making cookies, which I did yesterday. At least the results were delicious. Delicious and fattening. Mmmm.

Here's another unedited peek at Sasha and Maxim meeting again for the first time in so many years, this time from Sasha's POV.


In the moonlight, Sasha hardly made out the scars on the alpha’s face. The long jagged line that split his left eye, which was now an empty socket, in two. He’d been too slow that time. Much too slow, and Maxim carried the scars because of it.
Maxim carried far too many scars, and they were almost all Elijah’s fault. The rest Sasha blamed squarely on himself.
The severing spell held. Even so near, he couldn’t feel Maxim’s heart beat with his. His body, mind and soul didn’t cry for their mate, though the omega howled faintly in the corner of his mind. He burned that bridge so thoroughly it might never be repaired.
One instance of his magic working the way he’d planned – no dead bodies or apologies – and it had to be this one.
Sasha forced himself to smile and raised an eyebrow. “Did you get taller? I think you got taller. It’s been too long, Max.”
“I found you. Now, why are you here?” Maxim growled again and his hands balled into fists. They looked rougher than the hands Sasha remembered, the ones with the callouses on his forefinger and thumb from writing. Those were the hands of a bookish prince with far too much trust. These were the hands of a swordsman – a warrior – a world wary alpha king.
“You know the answer to that. You found the anchors. Thankfully, you didn’t disturb them or things could’ve ended up much worse. Magic of that sort isn’t as predictable as we’d like it to be. But I expected a better welcome than this. You didn’t even bring a pack of guards with you?”
The power tingled from the earth at his feet and surged to his fingers. It used his body like a conduit, a way to pass from one thing to another. It chewed at him. Sanded away the parts of him he thought he knew best and left him raw. He’d spent too much time here already, and it ate at him every day. He needed to hold out until the barrier grid was complete. Get Maxim to come with him and free himself of this curse.
From the sharpness in Maxim’s expression, Sasha wasn’t sure he could pull it off now.
What was he supposed to say? Hey, let’s be mates again! And wait for Maxim to run into his arms? Yeah, that probably wouldn’t work.
Sasha had learned so much since they last saw each other! The part of him, that foolish, childish part he thought no longer existed, wanted to share his travels with Maxim. Tell him of Alexandria’s Grand Library. Share the secrets of Athens or Ur or Great Zimbabwe. But the eyes he remembered softening in his presence were as hard as obsidian.
Just as sharp and unforgiving.
“Why did you return this time?” Maxim grumbled. His voice held the barest hint of a plea.
Sasha swallowed. “Kamil thought you’d need me. Turns out he was right. Tough luck with those Old Ones. Everyone thinks they’re immortal, but they’re really just brimming with stolen magic. There is a difference.”
Suddenly, Maxim lunged forward. Hands snagged on his shoulders and shoved him backwards. He thudded into a tree, the trunk rough through the fabric of his T-shirt.
The breath clogged in Sasha’s throat at the proximity. That scent, musky and rich and right. Tangled into a knot of lust and fate and the only way to free them both was to sever it at the source.
It reminded Sasha of something else – Maxim complicated things.
Complicated him.
Why did he think this time would be any different?
Not to mention, Maxim was stark ass naked. His body, tall and lean, had gained muscle over the years. With the bare flesh pushed against him, it reminded Sasha of all their time together.
To say the least, it’d been awhile.
Maxim breathed against Sasha’s mouth. His lips hovered there for a moment, that delectable tongue darted out and almost fucking tasted him. But Maxim pulled it back, ran it over his own lips. His hands dug into Sasha’s shoulders, squeezed the bones. The heat of his body radiated into Sasha’s, dispelling the cool night air.
They were so close they could kiss. Sasha’s brain sparked at the thought. He leaned forward, pressed his knee between Maxim’s corded thighs. Smirked. “Admit it. You missed me.”
Maxim’s eyes flashed, and he growled. “You shouldn’t have come back. You're a traitor to this kingdom.”
“Do you expect me to believe you told anyone what happened? We’re the only ones who know the truth, Max,” Sasha said, and his lips brushed Maxim’s cheek. “What’s a little regicide between lovers?”
Maxim let out a huff of air. “Ex-lovers. You killed my brother while he was King!”
Right. Sasha had done that. He shrugged. “And you killed your own uncle while he was King. Roland killed your mom. It’s a thing in your family. I was helping out.”
Then Maxim smiled an empty, ugly smile, and Sasha’s blood chilled to ice in his veins. His Maxim never smiled like that, but his Maxim might not exist any longer.
Funny how that worked out.
“Is that what this is? More help I didn’t ask for?” Maxim snarled.
Sasha squeezed his eyes shut, buried any remaining pride he had, and nodded. “Help you need. My magic is holding the barrier in place. Without it, you know what the humans will do. Defeat one army of hunters and another will take its place. You need another pair of Old Ones, and I can get them for you.”
Maxim’s good eye narrowed, and he bared his fangs. “Oh? And how will you do that?”
The alpha’s heart slammed, Sasha felt it pounding against his sternum. He took one last leap of faith, and hoped he didn’t land flat on his ass. “You know me, Max. I can do almost anything.”
Anything but keep a mate.
Maxim took a sharp, ragged breath. It warmed Sasha’s skin, and he closed his eyes. Drank it in. “You can. I remember.”
Sasha smiled, even if his beard covered most of it. “What else do you remember?”
Maxim moved closer, dark eyes burning. His musk made Sasha lightheaded. “Everything. I remember everything,” he growled and lifted his hands, mere centimeters from Sasha’s cheeks.
The omega shoved him forward. Sasha’s lips caught Maxim’s mouth, forced them together into a kiss that was neither polite nor delicate. It raged and burned. Maxim’s tongue swept against Sasha’s with the force of a tidal wave, and a hand tangled in the back of Sasha’s hair, tugged it.
Maxim’s body, hot, needy and naked, pressed flush into Sasha until that’s all Sasha felt. Maxim surrounded him. Enveloped him. After everything he’d done, he ended up back here in Maxim’s arms.
Destiny, indeed.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Omega's Destiny Cover Reveal and MS Monday!

It's finally here! The cover for the next book in the Lost Wolves series, Omega's Destiny. I'm thinking a black bar for the series title wasn't the best idea now, but I can't change it. Or, I can, but I'm too lazy.

Behold! Oh, and Sasha has violet eyes because he's magic. And sort of crazy (in a sexy crazy way), but that's because of the magic. Mostly. . . .

And since everyone has waited so patiently, here's a little snippet from the book. So many feels! Enjoy! (Note: it's only lightly edited, which means it could change).

Maxim let out a great huff of disgust, which upset the undergrowth, and his wolf form molded back into a man. He stood naked under the trees. Goose bumps rose across his flesh in the cool night air, and the soft earth squished beneath his feet. Any other shifter would take a primal joy in this situation, but Maxim no longer knew if such a thing existed.
Joy? Faugh!
His kingdom was held together by a mysterious force he couldn’t comprehend. Sasha. Again.
If he thought Yue might give him answers, he’d have prayed for them. As it were, he watched her light filter through the trees and heard the telltale crack of a branch under a foot.
Maxim spun around and met the shining eyes of a man in shadow. A cloak of darkness as deep as that in his own castle dungeon hung there. The only light came from the pricks in the man’s eyes, glowing with a soft silvery light, and the glint of a knife.
A knife!
Maxim moved before the shadow could attack. He surged forward and came into contact with – nothing but air! As he reached the assailant, the shadow man dissipated, like wisps of smoke.
Someone chuckled.
It sounded more musical – alive – than it had any right to be. It reminded him of the apple, that sweet mouth (that always took and gave with equal fervor), and so many things he wished his treacherous brain would forget.
“Sorry! I couldn’t help myself. You looked so pensive, and I wanted to liven up the moment. It’s been a long time.”
He knew that voice. Knew it like he knew his own face. The words might’ve been a silver knife soaked in wolf’s bane, for they slashed as deeply and hurt as badly as any he’d ever known.
Maxim turned.
Violet eyes glinted in the darkness. The hint of fangs shone there in a Cheshire grin. “Naked again, Max. I thought it’d take more than this to get you to take your clothes off after everything that happened.”
If this happened years before, Maxim’s shoulders would’ve slumped in defeat. Perhaps the barest spark of hope would’ve told him everything could go back to how it’d been before they both so thoroughly destroyed it.
Destroyed each other.
Fortunately, his mind had been cured of such idiocy. Pain and loss had a way of doing that to a wolf.
Maxim ignored the dull throb in his chest – the sense of recognition he never thought he’d feel again. The urge to kiss that mouth and hold Sasha in his arms until they both turned to dust. It sputtered for a moment and faded just as quickly. The bubbling rage surged through his veins and overwhelmed it.
He narrowed his eyes. “Sasha.”

Monday, December 1, 2014

Holiday Book Sale and Two Super Cool Book Sets!

It's December! Which means it's time for my semi-annual book sale!

I can feel the excitement through my computer screen.

On Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance, and Kobo, all my books are up to 40% off! What does that mean? Well, the books that are normally $4.99 are now $2.99!

But wait! There's more! In honor of the lovely holiday season, I'm also offering two (yes TWO) special book bundles for one month only. They'll save you an extra dollar over buying each book individually. 

Check them out: 

Contains: Thief, Alpha's War, and Tiger's Den for $7.99

Contains: Crash, Burn, and Break for $7.99!


Happy Holidays!!!

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Blog Tours Ahoy!

Hello everyone!

Where the hell have I been? Writing Omega's Destiny -- then revising Omega's Destiny.

This books seems a lot more complex than the others, but I think my brain has been wrapped around it too long. A few final tweaks, and it's off to the betas and my editor.

I hope they like it, because it kicked my ass. Hard.

But that's okay. In a week or so I'll have the lovely cover reveal to share. Also, I'll post some scenes of Maxim and his mate, Sasha, probably not getting along. Then making out. Then arguing some more. It's a thing with them.

Oh, and I'm going on two different blog tours! One for Omega in the Shadows and one for Dragon & Flame. Wanna check them out? You can follow along on the blog schedule, if you are so inclined.

Dragon & Flame Blog Stops

Schedule Dragon and Flame by Zoe Perdita

November 17- December 15

November 17 Interview
Roxanne’s Realm

November 18 Interview
Sharing Links and Wisdom

November 20 Interview
Zipper Rippers

November 21 Interview
Pembroke Sinclair.

November 24 Interview
Kay Dee’s Place

November 25 Spotlight
Fang-tastic Books

November 26 Spotlight
Lisa’s World of Books

November 28 Interview
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom

December 1 Interview
All I Want and More Books

December 2 Spotlight
Penny Writes

December 3 Interview
ARe Café

December 4 Spotlight
Anya Breton Author's Blog

December 5 Interview
Eclipse Reviews

December 8 Spotlight and review
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess

December 9 Interview
Deal Sharing Aunt

December 10 Character Interview
Author Karen Swart

December 11 Spotlight and review
Coffee Addicts Books

December 12 Spotlight
Emma Weylin

December 15 Spotlight
Booklover Sue

Omega in the Shadows Blog Stops:

November 11th: Starter Day Party @ I Heart Reading
November 11th: Book Excerpt @ Undercover Book Reviews
November 13th: Promo Post @ I’m an Eclectic Reader
November 15th: Character Interview @ Forever Book Lover
November 17th: Book Excerpt @ Zipper Rippers
November 19th: Book Review @ Cassidy Crimson’s Blog
November 21st: Book Excerpt @ Forever Book Lover
November 23rd: Character Interview @ The Book Daily
November 26th: Book Excerpt @ Book Skater
November 28th: Book Review @ Bookaholic Ramblings
November 30th: Book Excerpt @ The Reading Guru
December 2nd: Book Review and Excerpt @ My Tangled Skeins Book Reviews
December 4th: Character Interview @ Bedazzled Reading
December 6th: Book Review @ Mazzy’s Book Reviews
December 7th: Book Review @ Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock
December 10th: Book Review @ Books are Love

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Win a free autographed book! Dragon & Flame (Haven City Series # 6) Goodreads givaway!

Hey, it's that time again. Want a free book? Want to see if I write like a five-year-old? If the answer is yes, you're in luck! Because I'm giving away a signed print copy of Dragon & Flame!

Enter on Goodreads to win. It's open to all countries, and you need to have a Goodreads account or a Facebook account to enter. Check it out. ^_^


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          Dragon & Flame

          by Zoe Perdita


            Giveaway ends November 01, 2014.
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Monday, September 29, 2014

Thar Be Dragons! Dragon & Flame (Haven City Series # 6) is here!

I only publish books freestyle! Uh, yeah, that doesn't make a lot of sense. *shrugs*

But you didn't come here for my wit! Oh no, loyal reader -- you came for the book. Amiright? And get the book you shall. Wink wink, nudge nudge, know what I mean, say no more!

Check it out on:

Kobo (Coming soon)

Rory Sullivan thinks he has it all, until his boyfriend breaks his heart and the new landlord raises the rent on his bar. A chance meeting with Jin Yue, a rich dragon, gives Rory hope. Jin promises Rory he can save the bar and get even with his ex – for a price. 

All Rory has to do is pretend to be in a relationship with Jin. Rory’s bad boy nature, and the desire for some no-strings-attached sex make the idea way too intriguing. Even if Rory’s brain thinks it’s a bad idea, his cock heartily disagrees. 

Problem is, Jin Yue might be all kinds of hot, but he’s also Haven City’s one and only crime boss – sexy, powerful and deadly. Now Rory is tied to Jin until the dragon’s mission is complete, regardless of assassination attempts, hunters or the cops. 

Jin Yue won the gang war, but the battle for Haven City isn’t over. 

Enter Rory Sullivan – the tatted up fire mage who can help Jin lay claim to his rightful territory. However, things don’t turn out the way Jin plans. Rory pushes all the right buttons and riles up Jin’s dragon instincts. The fire mage is the farthest thing from Jin’s type, but the heat between them sets Jin’s blood on fire. 

They’re playing a dangerous game that puts both of their hearts and lives on the line. While the passion between Jin and Rory sizzles, can a relationship built on deceit grow into something more?

Warning: contains violence and graphic gay sex scenes.


When they left the restaurant, Jin took him downtown to go shopping. 

Rory stopped outside the store and raised his eyebrows at the name. “Armani? Isn’t that last season or some shit?”

Jin chuckled and stepped inside. “The label is all certain people care about. The tux should work for your sister’s wedding as well.”

Rory forced himself not to glower and followed.

His patience came to an end when no less than three sales people walked up and started asking stupid questions. Jin answered, and Rory wondered if these three women spent all their income on designer clothes. What a ridiculous waste of money. They pulled out three tuxedos, which all looked the same to Rory, but the sales vultures insisted they were different in cut or style.

“Do I have to try all three of them on?” Rory asked and shoved his hands into his pockets. Too bad his bartender getup wouldn’t pass at a fancy gala.

“Yes. I want my money’s worth, and you’re the best model I can think of,” Jin said with a delectable smirk and headed toward the fitting rooms.

Heat flared in Rory’s chest, torn between annoyance and lust. Why did Jin always fall right on that line? This weird place between wanting and wanting to punch.

He stalked after the dragon.

“You’re coming in with me?” Rory asked as he walked into one of the palatial dressing rooms. It was the same size as his bedroom and had a damn couch, for fuck’s sake. Yeah, it wasn’t anything like the dressing rooms at the places he usually shopped.

Jin stepped inside after him. “I wouldn’t want you getting lonely in here all by yourself.”

Rory doubted that eventuality, but he didn’t kick Jin out either. “And here I didn’t put on my fancy underwear.”

Jin smirked.

A sales woman brought in the tuxedos and shut the door as she left.

A dare lit up Jin’s eyes as he settled on the couch.

What did he expect? That Rory wouldn’t actually strip? He slipped the leather jacket off his shoulders and set it aside. “You want to watch me take off my clothes?”

“Very much. You’re an attractive man. I can see what Richard loves about you, but I can’t see what you liked about him,” Jin said evenly.

Love. Ha! Dick never loved him. Rory knew that, and Jin used that word on purpose.

Rory yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on his jacket. Then he stepped forward. “Like what you see?”

Jin’s eyes crinkled at the edges, and Rory wondered how old the dragon was. Older than Rory.

Jin’s dark eyes drank in Rory’s firm chest, the tattoos that wound over his arms and taut pectorals, and the little black rings that pierced his nipples. But Jin didn’t reach forward and touch him, like Rory assumed he would. Hell, from the look of hungry fascination on Jin’s face and the flick of Jin’s tongue over his lips, Rory expected a hell of a lot more.

“I said you were attractive,” Jin purred.

“So take off my pants,” Rory said and moved so close his legs straddled Jin’s thighs. Perfect position for a suck job, and he smirked at that thought. If the sex was on his terms, he sure as hell wouldn’t mind.

“Is this how I earn my kiss?” Jin asked and leaned forward.

“Maybe,” Rory said. How the hell did this go from a power play to flirting? Fuck. He didn’t know. The heat building in his balls told him not to worry about it.

“Hmm,” Jin hummed, and his rough hands wound down Rory’s chest. They flicked and pulled, ever so carefully, at the rings on Rory’s nipples.
Rory bit back a groan.

Jin smiled and roamed lower. His fingers caught on the top of Rory’s jeans, and he undid the top button. His dark eyes burned as he grabbed the zipper, and eased it down like this was all some great big act of seduction.

It worked.

Rory’s breath hitched in his throat as Jin’s fingers brushed Rory’s bulge. It twitched and stiffened, and Rory fought the urge to thrust his hips into those hands.

“You want me to keep going?” Jin asked.

The dare still burned in his eyes, but something else flickered alongside it. The same flame that burned inside Rory – the thing that urged him closer and closer to the edge between what was safe and what was possible.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, so Rory nodded instead.

Jin complied. He hooked his thumbs in the side of the jeans and inched them lower and lower. They slid over Rory’s black jockeys, down his legs and bunched there. He forgot about the boots. Well, since Jin was in the neighborhood.

“Those too,” Rory said, his voice gruff.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for this later,” Jin said with a dangerous smirk.

Rory returned it with one of his own. “Sure thing.”

Jin made quick work of the laces, and Rory stepped out of the boots and jeans with a minimal amount of hopping. The jockey’s hung so low on his hips the dark red curls popped out of the waistband, but he didn’t bother yanking them up.

It gave the dragon a good look at what Rory had in store for him.

“Do I have to dress you too or can you manage?” Jin asked, his voice rich with amusement. A spark shone in his eyes.

“I think I can manage,” Rory said and picked up the first tux.

He put on the pants, shirt and jacket without a problem, but the bowtie was another issue altogether. However, one of the sales women came in and righted it for him. Then there was a whole lot of ‘turn left’ and ‘turn right’ before he finally got to put on the other two.

Even looking at himself in the mirror, Rory couldn’t see the difference. He chose the first one out of spite, and Jin didn’t argue with that decision.

“I’ll box this up for you sir. And I’ll set out some suitable shoes. Size twelve?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Rory said and waited for her to shut the door before he looked at Jin again.

Jin’s eyes lingered on Rory’s bulge. “Do I get to take that off too?”

“Maybe after the gala,” Rory said and tossed the shirt at the dragon.
Jin caught it and stood up in one swift movement.

Right. Shifter. They were fast – faster than he was.

Rory barely registered that thought as Jin’s body met his, pressed him against the wall and took a long, slow sniff of his neck.

“You smell like sex,” Jin purred.

Rory’s heart jumped into his throat, and his cock responded to the sudden proximity. “Do I?”

“Mmm,” Jin said. His lips vibrated against Rory’s flushed skin. “You most certainly do. And I want my kiss. I think I’ve earned it.”

The cuff on Rory’s wrist felt heavier than normal, thick and tight. If he said ‘no,’ maybe Jin would have to stop. He’d need to back off until the situation was all on Rory’s terms. But Rory couldn’t find the words. They bunched up in his throat and came out as a groan.

Jin sucked at Rory’s skin and fire rose across his flesh with it.

“Earned it? Not quite,” Rory whispered. “Get me off, and I’ll consider it.”

Jin’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and he smiled against Rory’s flesh. “You’re going to pay for that too.”

Rory didn’t see how that could be a bad thing.