#TuesdayTeaser: Book 1 – One Knight Only


Hello, beautiful readers! Today’s Tuesday Teaser post comes from the first book in the Realm of Honor series, One Knight Only. This is the book that started it all. This is how Maggie met Finn.

Maggie didn’t want to wake up but she had a splitting headache. Probably because she’d used a pair of rolled-up jeans and a sweater as a pillow. She strained her ears to listen but all she heard was silence. The rain had finally stopped and she could still feel the warm glow of the fire, which had to be embers by now.

Yet she couldn’t quite bring herself to open her eyes. She did a quick mental survey and thought it odd she wasn’t freezing to death on the cold stone floor. In fact, she felt positively warm and snuggly.

She rolled over with a groan, the mattress sighing with her weight and the linen covering swishing with her movement. Wait a second. I didn’t fall asleep on a bed. Her eyes blinked open to the pale morning light and focused directly on the fire blazing in the hearth, sending a warm golden glow across the room.

Maggie sat bolt upright, her head objecting to the sudden movement.

“What the hell?” she blurted.

She hadn’t fallen asleep on a bed. Nor had there been fine linen sheets to cover her. Her heart sputtered a fast cadence and her breathing increased to a rapid rasp, loud in her ears. She put a hand to her head, rubbing the taut skin at the hairline. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping she was in some weird dream. Yet when she opened them again, she was still faced with the blazing fire in the hearth.

She hiccupped, her breath catching in her throat as she realized she was not in the abandoned castle or the dining hall with the blazing fire. This hearth, it seemed, was nestled into a stone wall surrounded by tapestries. The stone floor was covered in a thick rug.

No, this wasn’t where she had fallen asleep last night at all.

“This is a dream,” she said aloud.

It had to be, right? It wasn’t real. Because it was the only explanation her tired mind would accept. Maggie slid to the edge of the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor and sending a shiver up her spine. Glancing down, she wore the underwear she had changed into last night—her lacy black bra and matching panties. But where were the rest of her clothes? Her suitcase? How in the hell did she get in this bed?

Staring into the fire, she mentally retraced her steps. The car breaking down, walking in the rain, getting soaked to the bone. And then the castle on the hilltop that was there and then wasn’t there. Yes, the castle. She glanced around. Was she still in that castle now? This one was fully furnished, it seemed. Whereas the one she ended up at last night was empty. And cold. And dark.

Maybe someone found her sleeping on the floor? She’d been so tired she didn’t notice when that someone had lifted her and brought her back to a warm bed. And any minute now that someone would bring her a steaming mug of coffee.

A groan behind her made her spin around, grabbing the linen and holding it to her bosom. On the bed, a dark-haired man she had never seen before rolled onto his back. He was shirtless, showing off every ripple of muscle and fantastic pectorals, the likes of which she had never seen in her life. Smooth, hairless skin with tremendous biceps and a narrow waist disappearing into the bedding that made her imagination run away with hot fantasies.

“Ooohhhh,” she breathed.

Who was this man? More importantly, where the bloody hell was she?

A soft snore escaped him and Maggie couldn’t stop staring at that beautiful chest rising and falling with every breath. His long dark hair spilled around him. And his face…


The word slipped out before she could stop it. His chiseled face hosted a strong square chin with a tiny indention in the center covered with a day’s growth of beard, a perfect nose, pronounced cheekbones, dark eyebrows. She propped a knee on the mattress, scooting closer to lean over him for a better look, amazed at how powerful his face appeared. Fierce. A man not to be trifled with. A man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to get it.

Maggie cocked her head to the side, enjoying her view, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. For a moment, she had forgotten the fact she was in a strange place. Her long, auburn locks cascaded over her shoulder and brushed against him. The baby-fine strands must have tickled his skin, for his eyes popped open and stared back at her.

Gorgeous silvery eyes met hers and she blinked and pulled back.

But he was faster than she. He grasped her by her upper arms and dragged her to him, placing her on his lap as his large, powerful hands gripped her hips. Maggie was completely aware of all of him now. A hot fantasy splashed through her mind as she shifted on top of him. What was under the linen was apparent between her legs. Every last inch of him. Her hands landed on his chest, her senses delighting in the warm, soft skin beneath her palms.

His gaze lingered on her face a moment before gliding down, pausing on her lace-covered breasts and then continuing his downward jaunt. He fingered the waistband of her panties, running the pad of his forefinger over first one hipbone then her abdomen and back again.

The small movement sent white-hot heat shooting through her, awaking parts of her that weren’t used to being on alert so early in the morning. Especially without a cup of coffee.

His hands moved up her sides then, desire evident in those depthless silver eyes…and the appendage on which she happened to be sitting.

“Now, lass, you best be telling me who you are and why you’re in my bed. Not that I mind, but I canna recall tupping you last eve and I always remember bonnie lasses I tup.”

2600 and Counting

Last week, I came to the sudden realization that I had passed 2600 posts here on my blog, Ye Olde Inkwell. This is amazing to me. Who knew I had so much to say? Not me. ;)

I’ve been blogging a…long…ass…time. Probably longer than most. THIS blog has been going since 2005 but before that I was on Blogger. That blog is sadly no more which is probably a good thing. Not that I (or anyone) would want to go back and read any of those old posts. I don’t even want to read the past from this blog. Mostly because things have changed so much since I started. Most for the better.

But it’s still a milestone. Having over 2600 posts is, um, a lot. I’m not sure how many people out there read this blog or even if it’s of interest. I keep it up because I like it. I like doing it. Not for any other reason than that. I guess I’ll just keep on keeping on until I get totally sick of doing it (or too busy). :)

Friday Flicks: You Shall Not Pass

Book Tour: Harvey by Krystal Shannan



PrizePhotoKrystal will be awarding a necklace pendant depicting the cover of Harvey to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Follow the tour and comment! The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here.

It’s just a game…right?

Olivia Hampton never thought she’d run into the guy of her dreams at a Gaming Convention, but when Harvey MacLaughlin introduces himself a woman can’t help but notice. He’s six and a half feet of tall-dark-and-yummy. Plus, he’s a gamer too. But, how do you tell the man of your dreams you decimate him at Soldier’s Call, the most popular FPS game of the year, almost every night?

Harvey MacLaughlin was interested in Olivia the second she stepped on the plane. When he sees her again in the convention hotel, introducing himself becomes priority number one. He may have started out just looking for company, but what he finds in the beautiful Olivia Hampton may be more than he ever dreamed.

Will a secret between them ruin their budding relationship? Or will Harvey take another path and turn the game on her?


“The wheels are turning, Liv. I can see them. What are you thinking?”

“I was trying to decide if I should invite you back to my hotel room.” Whoa! Where did that come from?

His eyebrows raised, registering his surprise, and his pupils dilated, indicating he was very aroused. She licked her lips and swore she heard a low growl come from his chest.

Oh my God. He’s so sexy.

“Here we are, guys,” their waitress appeared with two plates heaped with steaming food. “Waffles and strawberries for both and then an extra plate of eggs and bacon for you.” She set the protein-filled plate in front of Harvey. “Also, a glass of orange juice.”

Liv reached and took the glass from her hand. “Thank you.” She sipped the sweet juice and stole another glance at Harvey. He met her gaze with silence.

What was he thinking now? She’d put it out there. Did he think she was crazy? Who sleeps with someone they’ve just met? Oh, God. He must think I just jump in bed with anybody.

“I’m sorry. That was really forward of me. I don’t…I just…” Now sentences wouldn’t even form. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment. No doubt her face was redder than a tomato. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what? Gone out with a guy for dinner or slept with him?” His mouth didn’t curve into a smile, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. “I wouldn’t have a problem accepting your invitation if you chose to extend it.”

Liv took a bite of waffle, enjoying the crunch with the syrupy sweetness of the strawberry topping. She stared at her food and continued to eat in silence. His fork clinked against his plate too as he ate.

He wasn’t pushing or asking. He’d merely said he would accept if she offered. No pressure. But, what if she was terrible in bed again? What if there was something wrong with her?

Wouldn’t it be better to know right off the bat, instead of completely falling in love with a man and then finding out they didn’t want her because she sucked in bed? Her heart couldn’t take another bashing like Todd had dished out.

But, she didn’t want Harvey to think badly of her for being willing to fall straight into bed with him either.

She kept chewing and staring at her food. A few minutes later her plate was empty. She hadn’t said another word the whole time she’d been eating. Taking a deep breath, she looked up. His plate was clean too.

He was sitting casually in his chair, leaning back a little —watching her. He was gorgeous. She wanted to touch him. To feel him touch her. Damn it. I don’t know what to do.

“Can I walk you back to your room, Liv?”

“Yes.” The answer came before she thought about it.

He smiled and stood, extending his hand to help her up from her chair. She took his hand and fought the urge to shiver at his touch. He dropped some cash on the table and led her to the door. It was everything she could do not to plaster herself to his side on their way out of the restaurant.

The light breeze outside pushed the spicy scent of his cologne over to her. She took a deep breath and wanted to run her free hand across his chest. I’m going to maul him on the way across the street if I’m not careful.

AuthorPicAbout the Author:
Paranormal Romance author, Krystal Shannan, lives in Texas and is married to the love-of-her-life. They have a spunky young daughter who believes in fairies. Krystal professes to loving shoes, but avoids wearing them at all costs. She teaches in the public schools and writes as much as she can in her free time. If any more spare time can be squeezed from her day, she enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. If it has a ‘Happily Ever After’, she’s on board!

She is an active member in her local RWA chapter DARA.

Krystal Shannan
Putting Magick in Romance one Soul Mate at a Time

Contemporary Romance
Indie Published

Available at Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | B&N

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My Coach #Handbag Addiction


coachbagI love Coach. I have long coveted them. But it wasn’t until I divorced back in 2006 that I splurged and allowed myself to purchase my very first bag.

It was a total high. I was instantly besotted by the lovely handbags.

Over the course of the next few years, I purchased more. I became such a regular at the Coach store in the mall they knew me by name. I started getting their Preferred Customer Event cards – 25% off the total purchase. I was a junkie – with the promise of 25% off dangled in front of me, I could not resist.

But as I started to realize how much debt I had, I knew I had to put my shopping on hiatus. So for two long years, I refused to even step foot in the store. Oh, sure, I’d pass by and look longingly into the windows. Drool a little. Then weep a little for the loss of shopping.

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#TuesdayTeaser for Mar 25, 2014

A Knight Like No OtherHello, beautiful readers!

This month I’m celebrating the release of the fourth book in the Realm of Honor series, A Knight Like No Other. It’s available now!

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo

Today will be the last teaser from the book but I hope you’ll come by to see what else I have in store. There are a lot of things I have coming up in the future, including two new releases (a contemporary and the final book in the Realm of Honor series).

And now without further ado… [Read more...]

#Writing Process Blog Tour


booksI’ve been tagged by the fabulous Jami Gray, urban fantasy and paranormal suspense author, to participate in this blog hop that introduces you to author’s you may not know and gives a little insight into each author’s writing process.

I’m tagging Alisha Paige who writes under several pen names in a variety of genres. I’m supposed to tag three, but Alisha was the only one I found that hadn’t done the blog hop already. :)

Now for my four questions:

What am I working on?
Several things actually. I’m currently writing a new paranormal romance featuring a witch and a hunky guy set in a small East Texas town full of secrets and mystery tentatively called PETALS & POTIONS. It’s been a lot of fun to write so far. I hope to have the draft done by early June. I’m also rewriting my contemporary romance, SEX, LUST & MARTINIS for May release. Learn how you can be a walk-on character in that book! And lastly, I’m preparing my first urban fantasy, TWO STEPS FROM HELL, for serialization starting in June with weekly releases and the full novel release in late August. It’s going to be kickass.

How Does My Work Differ from Others of its Genre?
Hard question. I like taking story tropes and turning them on their head. I also like adding an element of the paranormal – fairies, dragons, elves, etc. For my UF/PNR/Fantasy stories, there is usually some type of magic involved. There is always a super evil bad guy. There is always the main theme of Good vs. Evil. I suppose that’s my thing. ;) My contemporary romances feature strong heroines who know what they want and how to get it. And they all drink coffee!

Why Do I Write What I Do?
Because I love it. It’s a form of escapism for me and something that lets me mentally check out for the moment. I love being in that world with my characters and creating their stories. It’s so much fun. I’ve always loved stories about other places, other lands, with magic and mayhem. I guess that’s what draws me to the UF/PNR/Fantasy worlds.

How Does Your Writing Process Work?
It’s different from book to book. I’m mostly a “pantser” – I write by the seat of my pants. But lately I’ve been trying to train myself to be more of a plotter. It’s hard for me because I never know what’s going to happen until I start writing. So I’ve allowed myself a compromise: idea, some pre-plotting to get the high concept down, and then start writing. I usually have to go back and figure out backstory or story problems before I can move on. That’s about one quarter through the book. If I’m writing a series, I try to have an over-arching story arc, either plot or character or both. For my UF, I plotted the entire series from book one to book five to figure out my main character’s story arc as well as figure out some of the major plot points for each book. It’s my roadmap. Book one is finished and will be serialized this summer. Book two is in the back of my head as it waits for its turn in the queue. ;)

Thank you for stopping by. Remember to check Jami’s from last week. And on March 31st please remember to visit ALISHA to learn more about her.

#MySexySaturday, Week 41: A Knight Like No Other


A Knight Like No OtherHello, beautiful readers! Welcome to the 41st week of My Sexy Saturday! All month, I’m celebrating the release of my latest, A Knight Like No Other. This is the fourth book in the Realm of Honor series. (You don’t have to read the books in order to follow the story.) Today I want to feature two of the secondary characters, Lord Eldrin, a Elven ranger, is in love with the very beautiful Lady of the Skye, Lady Talaiel. He’s preparing to leave the Skye Elves and return to the Woodlands to check on his father, the king, and she is waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. He thinks they can never be together.

And PS: I love Eldrin!

“Let me make myself clear, Lord Eldrin. I love you. I have always loved you and I think you love me too. We can find a way. There is always a way.”

His heart lurched. She had never said the words until now. She had never acknowledged their feelings for each other, the feelings they had both tried to bury. But now it was clear she had no interest in trying to hide them anymore.

Eldrin clenched his fists. To hell with rules and decorum. He’d waited long enough. He took two large steps toward her. She must have known what he intended to do before he did it, for she relaxed her hands and shoulders. Desire sparked in her silvery gaze as he took her in his arms.

His mouth met hers with such a fierce savage hunger she whimpered. Her lips yielded with such willingness his knees nearly buckled. He angled her body and pushed her backward a few steps until she bumped into the wall. He pressed against her, feeling her long, lithe body against his for the first time. Feeling the weight of her bones as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Feeling her pliant, soft lips part against his. His fingers twined in her hair that reminded him of Elven water silk. He imagined it would be that soft.

It was a kiss of longing, of desire, of lust. As though their souls touched, fused and forever entwined with each other. Never to part. Never to again be separated. And he knew in that one instance, that one exchange of breath, that he could never live the rest of his days without being able to kiss her. To love her. His thirst for her would never slake. Not after one kiss. Not ever.

When he parted from her, color stained her high cheekbones. Her lips were plump and pink from his brutal onslaught. She fought to catch her breath.

Friday Flicks: Gladiator

AND the awesome Russell Crowe

Book Tour: Caiden by Krystal Shannan



PrizePhotoKrystal will be awarding a necklace pendant depicting the cover of Caiden to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Be sure to post a comment! Follow the tour and comment! The more you comment, the better your chances of winning! The tour dates can be found here.

Caiden MacLaughlin has lost love once in his life already. He is leery of putting himself out there again, but when he sees the beautiful Lina Mathews his heart does a double take. She seems like a breath of fresh air, but secrets and trouble are following this girl like a bad habit. Will he take a chance and listen to his heart? Or will he cut himself off from another chance at love?

Cover_CaidenLina Mathews is running scared. She left her home to avoid a man who’s determined to make her life a living hell. When she meets Caiden MacLaughlin, everything changes. Will he be her knight in shining armor, or will her troubles drive him away like everyone else? Can she find safety in his arms before it’s too late?


His arms encircled her waist and lifted her from the ground. They were moving, but his mouth on her neck distracted her. She didn’t care where they were going as long as he was coming with her.

A door clicking shut made her eyes open. She peered around the semi-dark room. A small lamp from the bathroom en suite threw off just enough light to see the giant king-sized bed in the center of the room.

She shuddered in pleasure. His mouth moved to the center of her neck as he let her feet touch the floor again. She clung to his arms. He ran his tongue along the hollow of her neck and she moaned.

The clothes had to go.

He must’ve had the same idea because his hands were on her waist pulling at the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms and he yanked it over her head, tossing it away. His hands were immediately on her bra and with a quick snap he’d freed her breasts from their lacy prison. He latched onto one of her breasts, sucking the nipple to a hardened peak. She gasped, stiffening in his arms. If he wasn’t careful, she’d come right now before they even made it to the bed. Before she’d gotten one stitch of clothing off of him.

Tremors ricocheted through her body and her panties were soaked. She fumbled with his pants, but couldn’t get her hazy brain to focus enough to get the button undone. His mouth moved to the other breast and her knees nearly buckled under her. He slid his hands onto to her ass and squeezed before unhooking her jeans and pulling them down. His tongue trailed down her stomach and stopped just above the waistband of her black lace panties.

“You smell sweet, sugar. I can’t wait for a taste.”

AuthorPicAbout the Author:
Paranormal Romance author, Krystal Shannan, lives in Texas and is married to the love-of-her-life. They have a spunky young daughter who believes in fairies. Krystal professes to loving shoes, but avoids wearing them at all costs. She teaches in the public schools and writes as much as she can in her free time. If any more spare time can be squeezed from her day, she enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. If it has a ‘Happily Ever After’, she’s on board!

She is an active member in her local RWA chapter DARA.

Krystal Shannan
Putting Magick in Romance one Soul Mate at a Time

Contemporary Romance
Indie Published

Available at Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | B&N

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