It feels like this has only taken forever!
But it’s out today!
Available now in ebook format!
Throwback Thursday to last year and the serial release of
the Twelve Dates of Christmas.
This sweet holiday romance was presented on each of the twelve days of Christmas last year, beginning on Christmas day.
You can read all twelve installments now, beginning with day one:
By Tessa McFionn
Rise of the Stria Book 1
Fiery Seas Publishing
March 20, 2018
When Kahlym cal Jhuen, freedom-fighting leader of the Chandar Stria, breaks into a prison ship controlled by the Rimmarian Thrall, he only expected to rescue two of his crew. But when he discovers a terrified female during his escape, he is immediately captivated by her unique beauty and makes a snap decision to take her with him. However, his good deed backfires when he learns he has stolen the Thrall Emperor’s prize.
Down to her last dollar, Evainne Wagner expected nothing out of the ordinary when she stepped out of her Boston apartment. Instead, she found herself in the middle of an intergalactic firefight, complete with strange soldiers with deadly weapons pointed directly at her. Salvation arrives in the nick of time in the form of a mysterious leather-clad warrior, skidding in and whisking her away. Trusting her heart, she follows, hoping to find answers as well as a way home.
Safely on board his ship, he learns more about her and her rare skills, triggering the memory of a half-forgotten prophecy spoken at the time of his cursed birth. Outcast because of a cruel twist of fate, he finds unexpected acceptance, even affection, from his new passenger.
Could she be the one who holds the future of his people, as well as his own heart, in her tender hands?
About the Author:
Tessa McFionn is a very native Californian and has called Southern California home for most of her life, growing up in San Diego and attending college in Northern California and Orange County, only to return to San Diego to work as a teacher. Insatiably curious and imaginative, she loves to learn and discover, making her wicked knowledge of trivial facts an unwelcomed guest at many Trivial Pursuit boards.
When not writing, she can be found at the movies or at Disneyland with her husband, as well as family, friends or anyone who wants to play at the Happiest Place on Earth. She also finds her artistic soul fed through her passions for theatre, dance and music.
A proud parent of far too many high school seniors and two still living house plants, she also enjoys hockey, reading and playing Words With Friends to keep her vocabulary sharp. She is currently the treasurer of the San Diego chapter of Romance Writers of America and loves spending time working with such amazingly intelligent and creative writers.
I have a release date for Protective!
It feels like forever waiting to have a date to share with everyone!
Morgan Palatine wants to wrap Honey in his embrace and keep her from harm. But it’s too soon. He can’t just sweep in and claim her. As a foundations specialist, he knows the importance of establishing trust before the rest of the relationship can be built.
Honey knows the dangers of judging a book by its cover. Her abusive ex is a shining example that looks are deceiving. She’s trying to get past the superficial barriers of Morgan’s job and his proclivity for wearing plaid shirts, now if he would just kiss her already.
Morgan will do whatever it takes to support Honey but when he leaves to face impending dangers, she’s left on her own to deal with her own personal demons and inadequacies.
A recent truce between the long-time family rivals the Palatines and the Aventines, is well timed as the new allies share information that presents the science behind their mythology.
However, an attempt on Morgan’s life alludes to impending danger on a grander scale.
Is there a connection between the attempt on Morgan’s life and the scientific discovery? Are the Aventines really playing nice and new allies? Morgan needs to find out who is on his side all while he gets his head on straight so he doesn’t blow his chances with Honey.
but you can pre-order it now!
Craig had an urge to call out “hey honey I’m home“ as he walked into the kitchen and tossed his keys into the bowl where he always threw his keys.
Sounds from the living room indicated that Lysia was watching TV. Returning to noise was nice. It made this house not so empty and lonely.
He paused when he entered the living room. Lysia had been busy, she still was.
Colorful paper chains, garlands of popcorn and cranberries covered the tree. Small origami ornaments hung from the branches.
“It’s beautiful. How did you do all of this?” Craig stepped up to his tree, admiring all the work that Lysia had put into decorating it. He turned to look at her. Her hair was a mess, half in and half out of a ponytail. She had flecks of small cut paper on her cheek. She bit paper clips that she had twisted out of shape, and flags of tape hung off the edge of her hand. Magazine clippings surrounded her. A stapler lay on its side. The tape dispenser was almost empty. Paper clips were scattered everywhere. Popcorn spilled out of a microwave bag and onto the floor. A hotel-room emergency sewing kit lay open on top of an empty plastic bag that used to contain fresh cranberries.
She focused on the construction in front of her. Craig could make out aluminum foil, coffee filters, and cardboard. The rest was sheer magic. Lysia constructed an angel from recycling and found objects.
“There.” She said triumphantly as she placed the last piece of tape along the back between wings she had formed from, where those leaves?
The smile she gave Craig made him stupid. How had he managed to pass over the offered third date reward? Oh right, he wasn’t going to pressure her, and last night he had fallen asleep like a dork.
She bounced up and presented him with the angel. “You’re home just in time to place her on top of the tree.”
Home. It sounded warm and inviting coming from her lips. This was just a big house. She was making it a home by being here. By decorating his tree, by bringing her presence into his life.
He took the angel from her and pulled her to him for an embrace. She tipped her face to him, and he took her lips. “This is beautiful, thank you.” He said after ending the kiss.
He held her to him as he reached up and crowned the tree with her art. “It’s perfect.”
©2017 Lulu M Sylvian. A Perfect Proposal.
That’s not my big news- but it is my birthday. My big news is BIG, lots of moving parts! This post is just like an awesome birthday present to me!
I am super excited to announce I’ve become part of the Griffyn Ink family! I’ve featured interviews here with several of their authors (Savannah Kade, D.B. Sieders, and Victoria Raschke) and now I’m one of them!
Super happy dance!
Did you see it yet?
Isn’t it awesome? It’s awesome! I’m excited!
The Twelve Strippers of Christmas has a release date!
October 26th, it will be available in paperback and as ebook.
Pre-sale information coming soon!
It’s really happening guys! So freaking excited!
I’m excited to announce I will be one of the participating authors in November’s holiday release of St. Helena Vinyard Kindle World.
I will share more details as we get closer to the big event and roll out.
Each one of these announcements has me hand flapping happy!
The Twelve Strippers of Christmas is a collection of short stories all around the theme of the Twelve Days of Christmas.
With a twist
and a thrust
and some break away snaps.
Available in paperback and ebook October 26, 2017. Presale info coming soon.
Whoo hoo, Christmas in July! Well, not really. But I am listening to a lot of Christmas music as I finalize this collection of short stories.
Here’s an excerpt from Les Poules Françaises
“Dancing Queen.” Nick purred as Katie approach the front of the club. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
She placed a hand over his kiss and blushed slightly. It was cute.
He glanced behind her checking to confirm she had not been followed by the grabby Gwinney.
“Just you?” He asked.
“I told you it would just be me. Disappointed?” Her smile lit up her face. Her eyes looked bigger and brighter with sparkling gold make-up. He wanted to poke his fingers through the loops in her hair style.
“Thrilled it’s just you. That Gwinney is like some excitable puppy who doesn’t understand the commands sit, stay, leave me the f*k alone.” Nick paid for their entrance into the club.
“She thinks you’re hot.” Katie explained as she followed Nick further inside.
“Of course she does. I am hot, and I work damn hard to make sure people know it.” Nick stroked his hand in the air down the front of his body, displaying the artistry that went into tonight’s outfit.
His hair had been shaved on the sides and piled high in the middle. Braids with beads and peacock feathers lined the side of his mohawk and draped down his back with the longer lengths of blue and black hair. His make-up was all in shades of black and silver. He wore a cropped leather biker jacket with a tight peacock print t-shirt. Everything else was black leather and silver studs.
“Modest much?” Katie laughed. She shoved her gloves into her coat pocket and passed it to the coat check girl.
“Oh, you should talk, Miss Victory Curls and swishy skirt. I don’t see you here in scrubs and nursing shoes. Why should women have all the fun in dressing up and looking good?”
“Point taken.” Katie agreed. “But it lures in hapless victims like Gwinney. And it confuses her. She sees the pretty, she wants the pretty, she doesn’t understand why the pretty doesn’t want her back.”
“Are you calling me pretty?” Nick looked down his nose at her.
Katie shook her head and bit her lower lip. He needed to get her on the dance floor before he pushed her against the back wall and messed up the makeup they both wore.
“Julia, darling, you fell back asleep.”
Julia groaned, “You let me? Why didn’t you wake me?’
“I feel asleep too Lambkins. I woke you when I came back around.”
Julia turned in Roman’s arms. Her face brushed against his. She rubbed her cheek against his, purring.
“This is nice, but did you really just call me lambkins?”
“I did.” Roman smiled as her hair tickled his face. “You like it when I recite Shakespeare, remember.”
“Oh, I remember.” Julia’s lips gently brushed Roman’s nose, before softly pressing against his lips.
Driven, Legantum book 2
©2016-2017 Lulu M Sylvian
The subjects of this interview more than slightly resemble human anatomy.
Images may be considered Not Safe for Work, or British School Children, or You
Since I don’t know how to make one of those Adult Content Warning things you have to scroll down to get to the interview.
There are pictures!
You have been warned!
Q. I’m sure everyone’s first thought upon meeting you is what is your origins story? Where did you come from and why?
A. The Peenvengers were created in a yarn factory when there was an
explosion of radioactive crochet hooks. So far the peens in our particular
Legion of Superpeens that have been given life are: Captain Ameripeen,
Ironpeen, Antpeen, Thor, and Hulk.
Q. Not all peens have superhero alter-egos. Tell us about some of your more mundane peen friends.
A. One of the very first peens to emerge from the yarn factory was Mr.
Pinky, followed soon thereafter by Rocky, whom we rescued from Justin
Beaver. Other everyday peens include Shaft, Erik the Peenk, Nick O Dick,
Percy, Mr. Perky, The Brain, Silver Fox, and so many others! I’m sure we’re forgetting some of our sweet peen friends. They all live with their human handlers in happiness and health. Some of them are finger peens, like Antpeen, useful for getting your point across and being a buddy.
And, recently, more superhero peens have begun to emerge, such as Double Deadpeen and Wolverpeen. The radioactive crochet hooks aren’t finished yet. There are many peens to come, and you can actually order one from our handler at https://www.etsy.com/shop/
Q. As a being of crochet, do you increase and decrease in stitches often, or
are you one of those what we see is what we get?
A. While some of us are bendy, we do not change in size once we have been created. Our pattern is thus: we begin with the magical number of six, usually, and indulge in frequent increases until our faces burst into the world. Eyeballs are chosen with great care. After a severe decrease, we
increase again gradually, lengthening, expanding, and widening until we
reach the pinnacle of our peenness. Most of us, additionally, are created
with hard yet friendly stabilizers to buttress us in our adventures.
Q. Is it true that peens have fortune telling skills?
A. When in a large enough group (a group of peens is a pentacular of peens, probably), crochet peens are INDEED gifted with the skill of foretelling the future, if our patterns can be interpreted by a sufficiently gifted reader. It is a bit like rolling the bones combined with tarot cards.
Q. What has been your most harrowing adventure yet?
A. Since only one of our adventures has been recorded so far, we’re going to have to go with that time we saved a poor innocent bystander from the wicked Justin Beaver. EVERYONE can join in that adventure in our new coloring pages created by Laura Medeiros.
Q. Where can we follow the tales of your daring deeds?
A. For now, our adventures and bios are posted on our very own website:
www.crochetpeen.com. There is a neglected Tumblr that our human doesn’t ever update. We have attempted to coax her to be less lazy, but it’s not easy to coax people when you have no opposable thumbs or mouths.
Q. Is life better for a peen with a hat?
A. Yes. which is why Hulk is sooooo inclined to steal Captain Ameripeen’s helmet.
Q. What are your secret party tricks?
A. There’s a secret party?? Why weren’t we invited!
Q. What has been the most fulfilling moment in your life as a peen?
A. This interview, of course!
The Peenvengers’ personal handler is author and crocheter Jody Wallace, who writes [hyterical] SF/F and contemporary romance. Ms. Wallace went to school a long time and ended up with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. Her resume includes college English instructor, technical documents editor, market analyst, web designer, and all around pain in the butt. She resides in Tennessee with one husband, two children, one Grandma, seven cats, and a lot of junk. PS The Peens are not junk.
You should follow Jody (and the peens)
FB Author: https://www.facebook.com/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Jody-
You too can get a copy of the Peens Vs Justin Beaver coloring book by signing up for Jody’s email newsletter at http://www.jodywallace.com