VENGEANCE MOON REVIEW

WOOT!! 4.5 for Vengeance Moon on Long and Short Reviews!!

"Prepare to go on a wild, lusty, and revenge filled ride from start to finish in Vengeance Moon. Typically love forms out of events or situations; but this is no typical story and the emotions are dealt with after satisfying the more urgent desires. Animal instincts are too difficult to be controlled once the animal is let out of the cage!"

And probably the best line in any of my reviews EVER:

"When you can't stop thinking about a story, it has power."

I could sleep with this review. Stroke it and cuddle and coo to it. Thank you Lilac!!

OFFICIALLY AWESOME!

TAGLINE:
Revenge is a bitch, and Sariah is her biggest competition.

BLURB:

The name is Sariah DuShayne. I’m a real-life monster hell-bent on revenge. Five years ago, Xander Waithorn had the balls to move to my city and start spreading his werewolf virus. The bastard made me and I plan to use my hybrid DNA to change at will and get my revenge.

I should’ve known better than to hunt him on a full moon, but some days my vendetta gets the best of me. Hormones and Were senses raging, I accidentally ravaged some mouthy humans in a back alley. Werecat and personal stalker Stephan Colinford witnessed the entire fiasco and developed the crazy idea he could derail my path of vengeance. Talk about the cat calling the wolf a canine—Stephan has less control over his powers than I do. Then we met at his cage fight, and I couldn’t help surrender my soft curves to his hard body.

Somehow, Stephan thought love would change everything, but he’s wrong. I’ll do whatever it takes to punish Xander and his pack of lap dogs. After Xander’s hell of a werewolf-a-palooza concert, blood and fire will reign. If Death and Hell won’t have me, my only prayer is Stephan will…

Warning: This title contains a hero who can sweep you off your feet, cage sex hot enough to make you sweat and a heroine tough enough to rip your throat out.

Bigass cheesy grin!! Woot woot

BACK with CONTRACT

Boo yah! That's right bitches, Savannah Jordan is BACK! Fresh from a "real name" stint in YA dreamland with a fat Samhain contract in my hot little hands. What's it for, you ask? Well, none other than the werebitch that got her start right here years ago.

Sariah is coming! VENGEANCE MOON, a stand alone title will be coming out with Samhain, Dates aren't set yet, but this puppy will go to e-book AND print. *swoon*

Tagline: Revenge is a bitch. Any old SJ blog readers will know just how true that is.

Let the happy dance, booty shake commence!

Holiday freebie available from Samhain Publishing

Mistletoe and Mocha is a sassy, sweet, romantic, hot-as-hell story. Long time friends let go of their platonic barrier and embrace the passionate love they've hidden for so long.

Here's the link: MISTLETOE AND MOCHA

Go! Get it!

Happy Holidays

Finally back

Yes, that's right. My plans for total domination are completed!! I've clawed my way past the contemporary romance side and taken control. Mua hahaha!

Not really...but the mini power trip was fun. I'm actually playing nicely with my other half.

So, on to the Savvy Report: There are two current WIPs that I'm very excited about.

See that hot, tattooed guy over there? He's a damn good representation of the hero is my new erotic/fantasy romance titled Nightwind, about a warlock and the woman who's the clone of his deceased wife. There's a bunch of twists: a jealous witch, a unique magick system, replicant fading, and lots of hot sex. Woot!

Then there's this awesome collaboration project I'm working on with Nancy Lindquist. It's a time travel menage with a shape-shifting dragon, a knight who has to live up to his title and a red-headed witch of a damsel. There are more villianous characters than you can shake a blog post at, and I promise you a sex scene with the dragon in full beastie form. (Bethany, my editor, has been begging...so I'm giving her what she wants.)

If I get those both done (and the sequel in my western romance series and the sequel to my fantasy novel), I have a similar themed story to Melting the Ice Queen, titled Quenching the Fire. An Ice God, a sassy red-head and, let me tell you, there's a character in there who even shocked me! Big fun!

Hopefully, Nancy and I will have a chapter spiffed up enough for an excerpt soon. Then, there's sure to be Nightwind excerpts, too. :) Maybe Quenching the Fire will be excerpt ready in a few months.

"Other" news: The other side of me has claimed Sariah. *sigh* Yup, the bitch is gone. But, I'm okay with it. She's one helluva a character to control, and a cage in an imaginary mind isn't very strong. Maybe my other side can keep the bitch in her cage and get the story done without that werewolf running amok.

And, if you know of my other side, you'll know to look on my website for news about my current and upcoming releases... A vampire romance this summer, a little horror story collection, and this December will see the contemporary western's release!

Fading away

Seek me in the shadows for I shall not be here until I finish the novel I've been working on under my real name. Good writing, and reading to all!

Blessed Be.

WINNERS, NEWS and MORE

RECENT WINNERS:
Mel Francis of the Melting the Ice Queen basket!! Jambrea Gaff for the dichroic glass pendant that was a Samhain Cafe exclusive contest. CONGRATULATIONS!!

NEWS:
Melting the Ice Queen is doing well at Samhain and I am hap-hap-happy to be there. My editor recently requested a follow-up title (how cool is that?? I LOVE being in demand hehehe). So look for more Savvy naughtiness in the future. The upcoming story's working title is Quenching the Fire and is about a hot to trot redhead and her steamy affair with an ice god. The plot is deep, complicated with loads of paranormal fun and might just make print length to get the entire tale told.

MORE:
If you are aware of my *cough* real name, I have an upcoming release with a new company. Run on over to the other blog for a fresh excerpt!

GIVE AWAY CONTEST!!

It's time for another give away! This time, I'm giving the lucky winner a Sweet Dreams goody basket full of stuff!

• a basket (handwoven by me)
• a necklace of moonstone, lapis lazuli and crystal beads (made by me)
• a pretty key ring with dangly (made by me, too)
• a box of Sweet Dreams tea
• a bar of Nautral Lavender soap handmade by Michigan Country Soapworks
• a bottle of Magick Moments custom blended perfume oil (with the scents of lavender and ocean rain) also blended by Michgian County Soapwoarks
• AND A COPY OF MELTING THE ICE QUEEN !!
  

Emin and Cassie meet in her dreams, so what better to give away than a goody basket of things to bring you Sweet Dreams?? So, what do you need to do to enter?

RULES:

1. READ the online excerpt.
2. ANSWER this question: What does Cassie sacrifice in Emin's bed?
3. EMAIL your answer to savvy_jordan@yahoo.com in an email titled "MTIQ goody basket"
   

This contest will run for one month!
Best of luck, and happy readings!

Sweet Dreams!!

P.S. If you read the story and know Emin's first spoken words, add them to the email, and I'll put a sweet little stuffed animal into that basket for you, too!

Pop Evil--Somebody Like You

Contest for Melting the Ice Queen pendant

What better way to welcome the upcoming release of Melting the Ice Queen than with a contest to win this lovely, icy blue opal pendant? (necklace NOT included)

Rules:

Contest will be open until FEBRUARY 5th, Melting the Ice Queen's release date

1. Go to my AUTHOR PAGE .
2. CLICK ON Melting the Ice Queen' gorgeous piece of Anne Cain brilliance COVER.
3. CLICK ON THE READ AN EXCERPT ONLINE link.
4. Read the excerpt.
5. EMAIL the answer to this question: Which Egyptian god is Emin's father? to savvy_jordan@yahoo.com

HINT: He is a creator god, worshipped in the capitol city of Memphis in the early dynasties.

Good luck everyone!!

GRAND UNVEILING

Here is my cover for my February 5th release, Melting the Ice Queen!!

Okay, maybe the unveiling is not so grand... This gorgeous piece of Anne Cain brilliance has been up on the Samhain site for a couple weeks now. So, in moves to make recompense for my tardy posting, I am giving you the 'official excerpt, too:

He was Egyptian, in the traditional pose and garb of a pharaoh or god. One hand held a staff, while the other was extended as though beckoning the faithful to his feet.

Who in the gods’ name is this?

My heart, which refused to pick up a steady rhythm since the first contact with the statue, pounded in my chest. My mind whirred.

Egyptology was my favorite subject years ago in school. I had studied the myths and legends, gods and goddesses and I watched television specials, read every magazine article. But I’ve never seen this man. I picked up the ivory statuette, turning it in my hands, stroking the man’s form and looking for a cartouche or indicating mark to tell me whose representation I held.

No name, no dynasty. Not one single indicating mark on the statue.

“Who are you?”

He did not answer, and I didn’t expect him to—mystical happenings were just that, mystical, and the supernatural was something I had yet to experience in this lifetime. I shrugged and then dumped the remaining packaging material into the garbage. I wrapped the idol in my fingers, and the ivory warmed to my touch. Cradling my newly arrived treasure to my chest, I climbed the stairs to my bedroom.

A pile of discarded shoes cluttered the floor beside the door jamb. I skirted it and instead picked up a T-shirt dangling from the lid of my hamper in the bathroom, and stuffed it back in. Shoes were a necessity, crumpled laundry was not.

A breeze billowed my sheer linen curtains. Moonlight lay on the patchwork quilt, and left the rest of the room to shadows. The air was fragrant with lavender and cool as the breeze caressed my skin, just the way I like it. My radio, however, heralded doom. The little Sony sat on the nightstand and blasphemed about a coming heat wave, and the sweltering grip it would take on the city.

I hate hot weather.

I silenced the electronic harbinger, switched the setting to Alarm and shoved the clock radio back to make room for my Egyptian statue.

The statue was a mystery, but he made an excellent addition to my already Egyptianesque décor. His ivory blended well with my eggshell walls, the aged look made him appear all the warmer and more appealing. He stood, plinth slightly at an angle so that he was facing my bed. The staff he held now pointed directly into the moon outside my window, and his hand pointed at the center of my bed. Satisfied with his placement, I stripped off clothes as I walked through the room and into the adjacent bath. Then showered and in my nightgown, I climbed into bed beneath the gaze of the newcomer to my life.

A sigh escaped me and my eyes slipped closed.

“See you in my dreams.”

*

Somehow, I knew I was dreaming.

My eyes opened, and I was not in my bed, not in my own time.

I sat up, and was immediately in awe of my dreamscape. Golden statues of the creator god Ptah flanked the entrance, and in each corner stood life-sized versions of the statue on my nightstand. Pillars of white limestone stood in a line of silent sentinels along each wall, and draped between them hung translucent sheets of fabric. Incense drifted through the air, seducing me with patchouli, musk and spice. Torches blazed every few feet, and a balefire burned in the center of the westernmost side.

It was a temple dedicated, by looks, to the mystery man standing on my nightstand and the god Ptah, a creator deity from the ancient city of Memphis. But this temple was plusher and more inviting than any secret sanctuary. It was more like a sacred bedchamber.

A sense of wonder pulled at me, and I slipped from the raised bed upon which I sat. I stood in silent awe before the visage of the god Ptah who stepped from Chaos, and by thought and speech created all else according to early Egyptian mythology. His intent held great power.

Then, I drifted the length of one wall, my fingertips trailing across the pillars, the curtains. Every tactile sensation was heightened. The pillars were smooth as glass, the fabric as light as air and the balefire, when I reached it, was intense, its heat pierced me to the core.

The curtains parted in the farthest right corner, and a man stepped through. His presence thrilled every nerve, danced in the blood of every vein. He was devastatingly handsome, with warm olive skin and dark hair dusting his shoulders. Brown eyes smoldered above a prominent nose underpinned by a well-trimmed moustache and beard. His lips were soft and full, and my heart beat with a wicked tattoo.

He was bare-chested, a linen wrap girded his hips, riding low. Armbands of gold cinched his biceps and a wide, beaded collar circled his neck. My soul resonated with his presence, my eyes widened as the heat of desire built within.

Something about him was familiar…

The statue!

The realization was a shock, but I knew without a doubt, coming towards me was the incredibly sexy, human version of my mystery statue. I opened my mouth to speak but shock held those words captive.

Who are you? Why are we in this temple?

He walked to me, placed a hand on my shoulder but did not speak. I pursed my lips around a question burning my tongue, a question he silenced when he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to mine.

Oh my god!

A fleeting thought of pulling away and arguing with him passed through my mind, followed swiftly by the thought that this was just a really hot dream. Besides, he was too damned gorgeous to turn down.

No amount of hesitation or concern could squelch the lust his touch ignited in me. My body betrayed my need to maintain a cool distance. With my resistance sacrificed, everything felt right in his arms—the heat, the passion and the way my heart pounded. I wrapped my arms around him, and his desert heat caressed my skin. Clutched against his chest, and victim to the sacred oils scenting his skin, I swooned. He scooped my knees up with his arm and, with his other arm he supported my back as he lifted me.

** Isn't she gorgeous? I love the ethereal feeling this picture evokes. I found it on Deviant Art, so if you're looking for some beautiful pictures, I highly recommend checking out the site.**

I'm putting her picture up because she reminds me of a fairy tale ice queen which, in turn, makes me think of my February release with Samhain, Melting the Ice Queen. It isn't a fantastical fantasy, but rather a contemporary romance (Red Hots! too, of course); but this picture epitomizes Cassandra for me, in the beginning of the story. Cassie is frozen in her love life, comfortable in her icy realm of frigid distance. That is, until an Egyptian demigod named Emin warms her dreams and melts her heart.

I cannot wait for this book to be released!! It's such a great story.

*contented sigh*

New toy!

While wandering Meagan Hatfield's site, I came across this fun little toy. Find your Elvish Name generator. How could I resist?? It's early, I haven't had an caffeine.

I HAD to.

And, wouldn't you know? My Savannah elf name is soooo cool! Alassë of Dorthonion

Go. Try it. Come back and tell me your elf name! :)

We have a WINNER!

Congratulations, Amelia!

Your ebook and pendant will soon be on its way!

CONTEST*CONTEST*CONTEST

With the new contracts coming in, and my story In Reference To... being released this week with The Wild Rose Press, I am in the mood for a contest!

How about a little giveaway? One winner--two prizes; one ebook, one handmade dichroic art glass pendant. Sound good? It better! LOL I've been busy this summer with not a lot of down time to make prizes.

PRIZE #1:

A copy of my erotica colletion Sacrilegious!

Explore the decadent couplings of Egyptian deities and their mortal consorts.
Savor the sensuality of their intense passions.
Sacrifice yourself on the altar of the gods…

Candy Cay of CTR says:

"These three stories by Ms. Jordan are a fantastic tale about love knowing no boundaries."

PRIZE #2:

This dichroic pendant. It's two layers of glass, the bottom is a rainbow dichroic, the top is clear. It's funky. It's fun. And, hey, it's handmade, by ME. :)

RULES:

Email me at savvy_jordan@yahoo.com and put OCTOBER CONTEST in the subject line. All other email will be eaten by the spam monster MUA hahahaha. On October 19th I will draw a winner!

Best of Luck!

NEW CONTRACT!!

I am just giddy!! My Erotica short story title Melting the Ice Queen has been contracted by Bethany Morgan of Samhain Publishing, Ltd!!!!!!

How cool is that?! More news, snippets, etc to come.

PAIN

Oh my. I have not posted in a looooong time. Summer is never good for me, blogging wise. With the kids out of school, there is just so much going on. *sigh*

Now, they're back in school, and I have a little breathing space between stories and crafting projects. Last month, I edited In Reference To... (which is available on October 10th from TWRP!!), made Kathryn the Great's Ren Faire dress and hemmed one passed on to me from my friend Lisa. The highlights of last month were finishing edits, and attending the Faire.

This month, I get to make two Halloween costumes; one for MIL and one for my friend Abby.

The draw back to October is the hole in my jaw from getting my wisdom tooth yanked out yesterday. Hence the title of this post--PAIN. The doctor cut my gum and drilled away jaw bone to get to the tooth, and then there was "a lot of pressure" and my head was cranked side to side as he forced the tool beneath my tooth and wrenched it back and forth. Then, he drilled some more. And yanked some more. Finally, with a CRACK and splatter of blood, the tooth came free. Yay, me.

Currently, the sofa beckons. The Vicodin has taken the edge off from the ache and given me a warm fuzzy feeling. I will succumb soon.

Hell, I succumb now...

Forgiving and letting go

"Forgiveness is giving up the right to retaliate. Forgiveness is the willingness to have something happen the way it happened."

"Forgiveness is giving up the insistence on being understood."

In essence, forgiveness is letting go of your side of the argument, or incident, and your attachment to the feelings associated with it. It is the first step in moving on, in healing a hurt and growing, or the first step on the farewell path.

It is not dragging around a hurt to be brought back up and revisited. It is not harboring resentment to be slung as a barb later. Those are acts of intent and retaliation.

I found, this morning, that I am not as good at forgiving as I thought I was. I wandered around the Internet, and stopped at certain people's pages. I'm not sure what I was looking for, some glimmer of hope, I guess. But, in essence, I revisited old wounds.

According to those quotes, I have some forgiving left to do, and not just of others, but of myself. I have harbored guilt and hurt feelings, and I have to let go. "For those who accept and practice this discipline [of forgiveness], there is a release of energy and a sense of freedom." As one of my friend's songs says, "we can fly high on the wings of forgiveness."

This is me, letting go and trying to fly.

Quotes from For Everything There is a Season.

Medium rare, please.

An author friend of mine tagged me last month with this grill-an-author "Ask one question" tag. So, as per tag rules, I am hearby opening this blog up to questions about me and my writing. BUT (as addendums to that rule) do not ask anything vulgar, anyting rude, or anything too personal (like my real name, etc.), because those questions will be stricken.

Grill away!

NEWS NEWS NEWS!!!

Last week, I signed contracts with The Wild Rose Press for my short story In Reference to... to be published in their Scarlet Rosette line. I'm just hap-hap-happy to have one of my stories in such great company!

My new cover:

Here's the blurb:

In Reference To...Scarlet Rosette

College senior, Shawna Morris is about to learn more in the library than you can find in a book, and sexy newcomer Adam Scoffield is going to teach her. After steamy flirtations, they give the Reference Section a lesson in love and lust behind locked doors. But hopes plummet for Shawna when she finds Adam behind the lectern of her next class. The passion they shared seems doomed to be recorded in the index of Epic One Night Stands.

Will the young couple allow their love to fade beneath the classroom lights, or will they act on their desires in the shadows of the library?

And here's a little unedited excerpt...

Outside, the storm raged, rain pelted the windows and then, a slamming door echoed through the library's stone and plaster interior. No one slammed the door to the library--it was an unwritten rule--and that immediately piqued my interest. I stepped to the banister railing of the reference section loft and looked down into the foyer.

A stranger stood on the rubber mat. He was soaked, his jeans clingy and inky blue, his jacket drippy from the downpour. His hood slipped back to reveal the profile of a handsome face, strong jaw line and short, messy spiked blond hair.

Oo! What a cutie! I caught my breath, a mischievous grin on my lips. My night was suddenly looking up.

The newcomer took off his jacket, and turned to hang it on the rack beside the door. He wore a tight white tank, and his wet jeans clung to his rear; a snug fit, but loose in the legs, just like I like them.

Nice ass!

At that, he looked up, caught sight of me and smiled. He was even cuter then, white teeth, dreamy eyes framed by sexy specs. My heart pounded, my body flushed, a blush flared my cheeks; I stepped back from the oak railing.

Did I say that out loud?

For a brief moment, I considered hiding in shame--but where is the fun is that? An image of his face, and his sexy ass, burned in my mind and I knew instantly that I wanted more than to hide, wanted more than to just ogle his hot body--I wanted all of him.

He was gorgeous, the epitome of walking sex. For me, there was no doubt; if I got within flirting distance of him, the hussy within me would flaunt and beg for his carnal affections.
Brazen, I walked to the banister railing, rolling my hips and hoping it would entice him. I locked eyes with him, watched him watching me. I turned from the banister, tossed my hair over my shoulder and pointed to my little study nook before I shook my booty at him, like dangling a carrot before a horse. It was an open invitation to more than just becoming a study buddy. He smiled again, and then moved up the main isle and toward the staircase.

Here he comes, I thought, Here, Boy… come and get it...

Link to my author page: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/authors/SavannahJordan.htm