Every Story is a Love Story

Check out my guest blog post over at Hart’s Romance Pulse!

I talk about the importance of fanfiction in romance, and I delve into one of my favorite fandoms and how it inspired fanfiction. (Here’s a hint… It’s not the obvious choice if you know me!)

I’ll be sharing more with you lovely people soon, but follow that link over and see what the fuss is.

I hear there may even be a giveaway….

Fae, Fire & Faith

Life isn’t quite the same any more for private investigator Yumi Matthews – no matter how much she tries to pretend otherwise. Despite the cryptic new clues into her brother’s disappearance 10 years ago, she must put her investigation on hold when she gets drawn into the case of Sparrow Laurie, a missing teenaged girl. The search for Sparrow leads Yumi from the bright lights of New Orleans to the rural bayous of Louisiana where she is reunited with Ash, the rugged swamp tracker who saved her life, and two unexpected allies. As this unlikely group delves deeper into the mystery surrounding Sparrow, Yumi is forced to ask herself, what is real? What is illusion? Can Yumi truly tell the difference or will she lose her grip on sanity as she struggles with what she learns?

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Bargains: A Between the Veil series Short

The sweet scent of sulfur and copper mingling as one filled my nose. The abyss robbed me of such sensations for far too long. Time meant nothing here, more a human concept to try and trap eternity. I found no need for such things; yet, I craved morsels that only these fleshmongers offered. I cast my gaze out towards the pulling sensation of a summoning, beyond the veil between the worlds.

Imprisonment sapped my strength, and my sight brought the fuzzy outline of a prostrated figure before my sigils into view. Rudimentary offerings of blood and flesh teased me while the clumsy muttering of the incantation rooted my consciousness. The slightest tingle of power danced in the background. It was a crude ritual, but it served for now.

As my essence surged in the mortal realm, fear rolled through the room, causing my mouth to water. I forgot how tasty the mortal emotions could be. The puny creature chittered, stumbling over its own language. Its words were irrelevant to my kind. Whatever it requested, it mattered not. I cared for only what I gained in return.

Fear turned to terror, overwhelming the quivering fleshbag and causing it to lose its tongue and what little courage it possessed. Boredom and anger swirled through me, and I pooled the vestiges of power the paltry gifts bestowed into my very essence. It was not much, but it would suffice. I focused upon the creature, leveling my will on its. I recalled the endless stillness of limbo, and allowed it to flow from me into the mortal. The terror seeped from the room as the human babbled once more.

Images flickered through my mind’s eye, of another human, but my will focused on the offering of meat, glistening with red. It tempted me to push my mind further onto the supplicant, to force this creature to engorge itself on the flesh. I envisioned it guzzling down the blood, choking it down as the viscous fluid trailed down its chin. I held back, not wanting to waste my chance though. It was far more delicious when they abided my whims of their own accords. The tug of something disgustingly pure drew my attention back to the flood of images, shimmering with a euphoric essence and tainted by the covetous intent of the mewling wretch before me. Even I was not able to refute the pull of such purity. I yearned for my corporeal body, in order to feast upon such things.

I tapped on the door of its consciousness, promising a multitude of things relevant to its pathetic desires. The more I showed, the more excitement blossomed within it, pulsing through the room as the creature squirmed before me.

The human hesitated, and I felt the pushback against my will as it tried to free itself. I continued to channel the void of the abyss from me, to force a calm through the room. I worried that I played my hand too soon, and I needed to take care to not scare this one away. I knew not when another opportunity would arise.

I begged a simple favor, to just be free and to hide away.

I waited for the answer. I was good at waiting, even when greed and hunger gnawed within me. My imprisonment taught me that patience was useful. The worries and concerns of the mortal whipped about me. It thought it knew the risk and true weight of what I asked, but it doubted me still. A malicious grin spread across my visage, and I teased it with images of what my power could grant – of the sweet fulfilment of its darkest desires.

Hesitation fled, and it spoke the binding words needed to free me from my prison through my assistance. As soon as the words left the supplicant’s mouth, my essence fused with its mind, and I nestled myself deep within the recesses. It would take some time to get used to this vessel, and its primitive needs, but, as I said, I was patient. Besides, I’d rather twist this one’s desire to my own designs. As our minds synched on the same plane, its senses sharpened, heightening – the sulfur and copper becoming more pungent. A wave of nausea rode through the mortal shell, and it fled to another room, purging itself of its stomach’s contents.

Cool water splashed across its face moments later, and then, I saw the change had begun as my red eye stared back at me in the mirror.

Thanks for reading this short story. It’s intended to be a companion piece for my first novel, Not So Picture Perfect.

Not So Picture Perfect: E-book Giveaway

To celebrate the second installment of the Between the Veil series, get the first book, Not So Picture Perfect, absolutely free!

New Orleans native and private investigator Yumi Matthews finds herself steeped in a murder investigation – a far cry from the vision of reuniting people with their missing loved ones. Still, she devotes herself to investigating these supposedly unsolvable mysteries as a way to distract herself from the haunting disappearance of her own brother 10 years ago. Yet, while at this latest crime scene, she unveils a bizarre clue into her brother’s cold case, which terrifies and excites her all at once. As she digs deeper into the case, the lines between reality and fantasy blur, causing her to question everything she knows. A cast of strangers gather around her, from the familiar Detective Joshua Boulliard to the new, and possibly dangerous, Ash. How far is she willing to go to discover the truth surrounding these mysterious clues?

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Fae, Fire, & Faith & Other News

During the past few months, I’ve not completely fallen away into obscurity.

Between my day job and real life, I’ve completed the first and second draft of the next installment of the Between the Veil series: Fae, Fire, & Faith. Where there is not a definitive release date at the moment, I hope to have this out to readers within the next month or so. I also hope to be able to share a teaser of the cover art for the next book, I do believe the artist has outdone herself. I can’t wait to share it with you all!

Additionally, I’ve also worked to bring my first novel, Not So Picture Perfect, to you all in paperback, as well as electronic copies.

I don’t have much more to report at the moment… so here’s a little teaser from the next book… Enjoy!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition

A non-spoiler review of the latest installment of Dragon Age.

Hello, my lovelies.

It’s been a few weeks. I know.

I would love to apologize for my absence, but I am not going to this time. I knew there was a strong risk of my disappearance when I began to play Dragon Age: Inquisition, and well, that’s exactly what happened.  And I cannot apologize for that reason. Ever. Dragon Age: Inquisition was such a refreshing, revitalizing influence on me, that I think it would be a disservice to claim anything otherwise. I needed the past three weeks to play, absorb, ingratiate my brain, and everything will be all the better for this.

I am still hard at work on Yumi’s second novel, and that will not suffer because of my dalliance with my game. They are set in drastically different worlds, but it will help me bring a greater depth to characters, and that could never be a bad thing.

And now, for as spoiler-free of a review that I can muster for Dragon Age: Inquisition.

As I detailed before, I have a love/hate relationship with the series. Dragon Age: Origins opened my eyes when it first came out. It reminded me what it was to love a story so much, to want to invest myself in it. It reinvigorated my passion for writing. I plunged into other BioWare titles, fully submerging myself in Mass Effect a month later, and then Mass Effect 2. Nothing was perfect, but even flawed, they were just amazing stories that I had to know more of.

Then came Dragon Age 2. I was excited, giddy even. I remember devouring the gameplay, making the choices, having my heartbroken over quests, and then, Act 3 happened. It just was awful experience for me. Nothing about it excited me. The more I thought about it, and the more I played of second or third playthroughs, and the worst it got. I adored the main character, but the cast around him? They were awful. They were intriguing on a character study basis, but as a group of people to place your trust in and help? It was like a group of sycophantic sociopaths.

Because of these reasons, I was scared of Dragon Age: Inquisition. Dragon Age 2 hurt me. Badly. I didn’t want to trust BioWare with the love and passion that Dragon Age: Origins gave me. Up until two weeks before the game launched, I refused to even want to buy the game. Sure, all my friends were going to play it, but they could forgive them for the flaws of DA2. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. But as I played with the Keep, and I set my Warden’s story up for import, I found myself getting the itch to play Inquisition, and eventually I caved and pre-ordered the game, five days before it released on November 18th.

Feel free to stop by my blog at ambercarlyle.com to read this article in its entirety.