A look ahead

April 10, 2015

I have a series, The Sleepless City, which I’ve written with fellow Dreamspinner author, Anne Barwell. The first two books, Shades of Sepia and Electric Candle were released last year. The series is urban fantasy, vampires, werewolves, humans and a ghost. This year we are releasing the final two books in the series, Anne has written book #3 Family and Reflection due out sometime around July and I wrote the fourth book, Shifting Chaos.


Without giving too much away, here is a little peek at my vampires, werewolf and human preparing to do battle with an unknown enemy:


Forge put both hands into the air. “All right, I surrender. No more scaring the reporters.” He turned to Declan, pointing at Lucas. “Teach him to pick pockets.”

Lucas laughed. “No, that won’t work. I tried but when I stick my hand in someone’s pocket it just turns me on. Which would distract them, but me too.”

“It was embarrassing,” Declan grumbled.

“It’s sorta fun,” Blair said. “You wanted Declan and I to be friends.”

“Friends yes, accomplices in crime, no.” Forge stuck his hands in his pants pockets.

“You’re just jealous because you could never master the art,” Declan added. “Not that I didn’t spend hours trying to teach you.”

Almost immediately Forge rolled his eyes, pulled one hand free and held it out, palm up. “Keys.”

Declan smirked and dropped Forge’s keys into his extended hand. “We have to get information from the police station. Lucas doesn’t have the access you do. You’re on leave for two weeks. The only way we have left is for Blair, Simon and I to break in and steal it.”

“What? Wait. No, I’m not breaking into the police department. Leave me out of this plan. It’s a crazy idea,” Simon sputtered.

“Be reasonable, Simon. You, Blair and I are the only ones who can get by the security cameras. Blair learns fast but he’s really still a cat-burglar-in-training. It’ll take three of us,” Declan said then blew out a long suffering sigh. “I suppose you need incentive, however. Ben, how would you feel about a night in lock up?”

“Aww.” Lucas stood and moved to stand behind Blair and rubbed his head. “So does that make you a kitty-burglar?”

“Oh, shut up.” Blair ducked away from Lucas and smacked his side.

Ben shrugged. “As long as my mum never finds out. She’d be upset.”

“No,” Simon snapped.

“I’m on an administrative leave, not banished from the kingdom. I can go there whenever I want to. I’m not locked out of cases, but do have to take a forced vacation. Eat right, sleep in, see the department shrink, no crime scene interviews. I didn’t have to turn in my badge—” When he put on hand on his belt, Forge closed his eyes and pressed his lips together for a few seconds, then said, “give me my badge back.” Declan handed it over and Forge patted his back pocket. “Wallet.” Grinning, Declan placed that in Forge’s hand. “Couldn’t get my phone, eh?” He reached for the pocket on the inside of his jacket and growled.

“I don’t have your phone,” Declan said. “But here is your flash drive.”

Forge turned when he heard Blair tap his fingers against the table. He was holding Forge’s phone.

Another excerpt

April 10, 2015

Here’s is another peek at Jewel Cave. It shows us part of the deep connection Griff and Clint have even in the face of danger. In this section Clint is with is kidnapper, Dylan. Part of his survival technique is he strongly holds onto tidbits he’s learned over the years from Griff and focusing on their relationship.


Clint swallowed his moan. He was afraid if he showed Dylan any negative emotion or reaction, it would drive him to be more controlling and obsessive. The man was very unstable, armed, and determined to do what he thought would make Clint his. Clint wanted to vehemently point out to Dylan that Griff wasn’t the bully here and had never hurt Clint in any way. After ten years of a life together, Clint could honestly say they were still very much in love. If anything, Clint felt he loved Griff more with each passing year. Dylan would never understand that or accept it, so Clint wasn’t even going to try that line of reasoning.


What Clint did do was hold desperately to the fact that Griff had the know-how and resources to find him. He didn’t doubt for a second there was a manhunt going on for him. Even if the US Marshals weren’t the hunters, Griff would have convinced the FBI or some other branch of law enforcement that Clint had indeed been kidnapped and was being held against his will.


As Dylan fiddled with the chains, Clint mentally ran through all the facts and advice about kidnap situations he’d learned over the years. Don’t argue, keep them talking—it’s harder to hurt someone you’ve come to like. If you get the chance, run!


Before letting Clint out of the van, Dylan readjusted the chains, though he’d have to shuffle instead of walk normally. There was about a foot of chain between his wrists, and if he was fast enough, he might be able to get it around Dylan’s neck. Clint had no intention of killing his captor, but he could sure make him hurt and attract a lot of attention doing it.


That’s what he wanted: attention. Attention meant safety from Dylan and freedom.


Clint’s hopes were dashed when Dylan used carabiner clips to run a length of chain from the one between his wrists to the one hobbling him. It was long enough he could stand without hunching forward too much, but would prevent him from lifting his arms high enough to get the chain around Dylan’s neck.


Lets meet some men

April 10, 2015

I’m Elizabeth Noble, here today in celebration of my latest release Jewel Cave.

It’s time we had a talk about the men in Jewel Cave.

This is the man who inspired Griff Diamond. Griff is one of those guys with an even temperament, but you really don’t want to cross him because it could get ugly.  He’s a U.S. Marshal and prides himself on being able to take care of everyone in any situation.




The love of Griff’s life is Clint Bishop…these pictures are how I pictured Clint in my head.




Clint is a more outgoing, sociable sort of guy. From the very start Griff was his hero and that hasn’t changed ten years later.

Like any couple, their lives and love for one another underwent alterations through the years. What didn’t change was how much of themselves they shared with one another. This becomes a very important part of the story. Each man draws strength from his partner, even when they are separated. Clint puts into practice advise and law enforcement facts he’s learned over the years from Griff. It’s basically what keeps him level headed and lets him survive his ordeal.

For Griff’s part he knows Clint well and knows his habits. The books Clint writes, the people he associates with and even little editing symbols he uses while working on a manuscript help Griff in some unexpected ways once the hunt for Clint is on.

It’s this connection that helps them rebuild the life and love they have after Clint’s ordeal comes to an end.

Don’t forget to comment or ask me a question to be entered to win either an eBook from my backlist or an eBook copy of Jewel Cave. Also the discount code for 25% off all my Circles books is Noble0414 (case sensitive) and is good until April 16, 2015.

How the idea for this book began…

April 10, 2015

Yep, it’s me, Elizabeth Noble, back again talking about my latest release Jewel Cave.

I forget what I was looking for online one day, but I happened upon pictures of a huge cave system in South Dakota, United States called Jewel Cave National Monument. I sat and read a bit about the place and knew then and there I had to write a book featuring this location in some way.

Scenic-Tour-Images-Walkway-Leaving-Torture-Room-Eric-Dodd-January-2009This is a picture of the real Jewel Cave. It has a lot of significance to the book on multiple levels. Our main men, Clint Bishop and Griff Diamond first met while they each were vacationing at this cave system. It was where they fell in love. Flash forward ten years and we learn they’ve returned there a number of times to enjoy the sport of caving.

When I first came up with the concept of a suspense thriller located here I originally wanted to have the bulk of the story take place inside the cave–hence the title of the book. As I researched the Jewel Cave system I learned there were tours and many visitors daily year round, not to mention Federal officers in the form of Park Rangers on site at all times. I couldn’t have a man-hunt for a kidnap victim and his captor realistically take place in a National Monument! So I decided to have them travel to somewhere close. That way I was able to keep the significance of the Jewel Cave in the story as well as make the whole thing plausible.

The Jewel Cave one of the South West best caves.


Some of these photos were what I used as inspiration for scenes in the book.



Have you ever fallen in love (or back in love) on vacation?

Don’t forget I’ll pick two contest winners, feel free to enter either contest or both. One person will receive a free eBook copy of Jewel Cave and the other winner may pick from any book off my backlist.

Head on over to the Dreamspinner store and use the coupon code Noble0414 for 25% off any Circles book. The code is case sensitive and good until April 16, 2015. As another reminder all paperbacks are also on sale, not just mine but everyone’s.


Jewel Cave

April 10, 2015


I’m Elizabeth Noble and I’m here to celebrate my latest release Jewel Cave, the third in my suspense/mystery series Circles.

To start us off today I’ll let you know about the contests. I’m running two separate contests. You are welcome to enter them both, simply include backlist, JC, or both in any comments made. I’ll be giving away one eBook copy of any book off my back list and one eBook copy of Jewel Cave.

Dreamspinner has kindly provided a discount coupon code of Noble0414 (case sensitive). It gives everyone 25% off Circle series ebooks and lasts until the 16th of April.

Jewel Cave Final 12614 copy


The amazing cover was created by TL Bland, she is the genius behind all the covers for the Circles series.

Book blurb:

Through ten wonderful years Griff Diamond and Clint Bishop weathered good times and bad together. Lately they haven’t spent as much time together as they’d like, and their physical relationship is suffering. Then Clint loses his job at the steel mill. Instead of worrying, he sees it as an opportunity to lean on his steady partner, start his writing career, and rekindle the passion they’ve lost.


But a friendly relationship with another author turns to obsession, putting Clint’s life in danger. Taken against his will to the Jewel Cave system in South Dakota, Clint must rely on the skills he’s learned from Griff to survive.


Fearing the worst, Griff tracks Clint across the country. As a US Marshall, Griff’s always been the man who keeps everyone safe, but he doesn’t know how he and Clint will survive this.


And a wee bit of an excerpt:

Clint blew out a harsh breath. He looked down at his arms. They were tied in front of him with chain. Another chain ran from his wrists to a ring bolted to the floor of the car. Chains encircled his ankles that led back to the ring as well. “I have to take a leak.”
“We’ll stop soon. Get some food, something to drink, use a restroom.” Dylan reached over and ran his hand over Clint’s thigh, using his fingertips to press against the sensitive part next to the inseam of his jeans.
“Get your hands off me,” Clint snarled. “I don’t know what you think, but Griff’s going to kill you when he finds me.” The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. Can’t hide behind Griff’s badge. I won’t hide behind Griff or his badge. His brief glance at his own leg made him realize these weren’t the jeans he remembered wearing last, nor was this his shirt. How he came to be in different clothing was something he decided not to think about. That decision didn’t stop a shiver from working through him.
Dylan chuckled again. It was a sick, cold sound. “Oh, we won’t have to worry about Griff anymore. I promise.” He removed his hand from Clint’s leg and grabbed the steering wheel so he could hold his other hand up for Clint to see. “Or his dogs. Especially the bastard who bit me.”
“Our dogs.” Clint’s voice broke. He wanted to believe Dylan wasn’t able to hurt Griff. Yes, Dylan had gotten the drop on Clint, but Griff was a professional whose life revolved around protecting others and himself. He had training and skills when it came to self-defense. Clint couldn’t get through this without utter conviction Griff was alive and well despite Dylan’s words. Phoenix and Fern he wasn’t as confident about. A silent cheer went through Clint’s head at the sight of the crude gauze bandage with blood oozing through it. He hoped Phoenix had chomped down hard enough to do real damage to Dylan’s hand. The sort of damage that prevented it from being used normally after it healed.



I have a few posts planned but can’t decide which one to do next: The canine characters or the place that started it all and inspired this book.

Let me know what you’d like to hear about.

I’ll announce the contest winners Sunday evening about this time.


Wrapping it up folks!

March 27, 2015

One of the fun things about writing a book is that I can make playlists for it or identify unofficial theme songs. For “The Serpent and the Angel,” there is a song by Falconer called “Wings of Serenity” that is such a perfect fit, it’s eerie. If Tobias could sing, that would be his song for Angel.


Here it is and it is work safe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-lTBVsaZ2I

You can find the lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/wings-of-serenity-lyrics-falconer.html


I love his voice, I love the lyrics, I love the music… everything! This is the sort of music I listen to frequently.


I don’t always find a theme song or a love song from one character to another, but when I do, it’s magical!!


That about wraps it up for me this time around. I’ll probably be back when “Predator and Prey” is ready to be released. One of my favorite things about writing is coming up with the titles for the stories. Sometimes I already know the title even before I start to write and other times I have to edit the story a few times before the title reveals itself. It can be the most frustrating part, yet also the most gratifying especially when I come up with that perfect title.


I enjoy this title because of the contrast—”serpent” often means evil and “angel” often means good. But nothing is ever so black and white, there are always shades of grey (and no, I’m not talking about that book).


May dragons guard your dreams,


Series plan and another excerpt!

March 27, 2015

Find “The Serpent and the Angel” here! http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6201


Remember, while this might be Book 8 of my series, it is also book 2 of my Part 2 of the series. I have 5 parts planned and while the entire series should be seen as a cohesive whole, to make my life easier, I split the books into parts to make sure I stayed on track and told the story that needed to be told.


It’s certainly a struggle to balance the romance with furthering the overall plot, but I welcome the challenge. I feel that with every book I grow stronger in my writing skills (and research skills), and I really enjoying seeing my series unfold and reveal itself. Every single book offers me at least one surprising moment.


That is the struggle with these later books since the dominoes need to start falling as the series unfolds. Part one (Psychic Moon through Master’s Blood) was more of the introduction to my universe, and the characters and the groups I will be dealing with for the rest of the series. Now the rest of the parts will be focused on the various romances (of course) but also the workings of the villain Arcas and his allies. But the core of the series is still love and how each couple tries to save the day and prevent Arcas from reaching his goals.


Another excerpt!



The snake slowly slid out of the small hole it had been coiled in. Flicking its tongue, sensing no danger, it slithered and scraped over rocks and boulders, easily finding a path out of the rubble. It was hungry, but it didn’t smell any prey, which caused it to focus on finding an exit out of the tunnel. For some reason it didn’t want to hide and wait for prey, it wanted to find open air. Always going with instinct, the snake never questioned or doubted its senses. The long serpent easily made its way down the open tunnel, seeming to glide over the uneven ground and disjointed tracks. It wound around the mine carts, past the fallen pickaxes, constantly flicking its tongue.

It began to feel cool air over its scales and hesitated. Slithering to the side of the tunnel, the snake eyed the opening, flicking its tongue, again sensing no danger. It moved slower now, wary of the open air, the lack of protection. But something inside it urged it out, into the open; something seemed to push it forward. Keeping close to the side of the tunnel, it peeked out of the opening, into the dark. The moon was high, the stars shining, but the snake paid it no mind. All it saw was the wide expanse of land, and all it thought about was food and shelter.

But even as it was about to move across the darkened land, it sensed movement just outside the tunnel. Coiling into itself, the snake lifted its tail and lowered its face. Sound followed the movement, and the cause of that sound formed a shadow across the land. The snake flicked its tongue out, tasting the air, oddly familiar with the scent upon it. It wasn’t prey. It wasn’t predator. What was it?

A creature walked into sight. Again, there was an odd sense of familiarity. The known scent grew stronger as the creature seemed to notice the snake. The snake coiled tighter, muscles trembling. Its rattle shook louder.

“Never seen a rattlesnake as big as you before,” the creature said.

The snake didn’t understand. But Tobias did. It felt as though he surged upward, as if he was rising out of water toward the surface, straining for air. He saw through his snake’s eyes, smelled Angel’s scent. The snake fought, of course it fought, but Tobias knew he’d win. The snake wasn’t stronger than he was. It had never been stronger.

The snake shuddered as if in pain, and the rattle stopped moving.

Angel knelt in front of the snake, at a safe distance from a potential strike. Tobias stared into Angel’s face, using it as an anchor. He knew that face. He liked that face. When he’d changed, he’d been too scared, nearly panicked with the thought of death, that he hadn’t fully prepared himself mentally for the change. This caused his snake to take over fully, for him to lose who he was, his memories, his purpose, his personality. But now he fought, and he knew he would win. But he couldn’t allow Angel to see him change back. He couldn’t even allow himself to consider the outcome of that travesty.

Tobias took full control of his snake and struck out at Angel, never intending to bite, but trying to scare Angel away. Angel jerked back in shock with a yelp. Then Tobias turned and shot down the tunnel, into the dark. But even as he did, and as Angel’s scent faded, his snake began to fight back. Tobias held onto Angel’s face, his voice, his scent, and kept control. But he couldn’t hold the snake’s form as he kept remembering what it was like to be a human. He could only move past the first corner of the mine before the air shimmered. His skin rippled violently, and he fell to the ground, a human once more.

Gasping, shaking, Tobias’s skin flashed hot then cold. He was going to be ill; he knew he was, just like the first time. He curled into himself, his throat dry, his lungs heavy. He must have made enough noise to draw attention, because he suddenly heard someone running down the tunnel. It wasn’t long before Angel ran around the corner and skidded to a stop. They stared at each other for a long, humming moment before Angel dropped to his knees and yanked off his own coat, wrapping it around Tobias.

Then, to Tobias’s great shock, Angel pulled him into his arms and hugged him hard.

“Oh, thank the spirits. I knew it, I knew you had survived.” Angel’s voice was thick with tears as he rocked them both, his arms in an unbreakable hold.

Tobias didn’t know what to say. He still felt ill and was becoming more so by the minute. But right then, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to indulge for a moment. He took a deep breath, coughed, but still relished the scent of his deputy. Angel was so warm, the kind of warmth Tobias’s skin had never exuded. He curled into his deputy, remembering acutely the reunion with his parents so many years ago. It had been so different from this. He’d been slapped by his mother, yelled at by his father. His arm had been grabbed, and he’d been dragged to their carriage and berated the entire way home. There’d been no tears, no words of relief or joy.

He didn’t know what to make of Angel’s obvious affection or how to handle it.

Angel suddenly pulled back, and their eyes met again. Tobias’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could see his deputy’s face well enough to see something in his eyes that sent a spike of fear down Tobias’s spine.

“It was you,” Angel whispered. “You were the rattlesnake.”



Want to learn more? My website is here: www.mdgrimmwrites.com


Do you like long series (20+ books) or would you rather a short one (under 10?) or do you prefer trilogies?


-M.D. Grimm


March 27, 2015

Hi there! Still promoting my story “The Serpent and the Angel” book 8 of my Shifters series. http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6201


As I stated in my first post, “The Serpent and the Angel” continues the story of the scrolls and their guardians. But I also wanted to mention that it also furthers the story of the main villain of my series: in present days, he’s known as Arcas, but he’s had many names over many centuries. Some of my readers might have guessed it already and that’s great, I really don’t want it to be a secret, but I also wanted a little intrigue and mystery surrounding my villain.


There’s a reason I spent some time describing Arcas’s sapphire blue eyes and his beauty. Lady Anne Blackthorn (Hunted Guardian) had sapphire blue eyes and was a great beauty. Another character will appear in “The Serpent and the Angel” that has the same eyes and similar beauty. Try and spot him! (yes, it’s a man).


My villain is just as important as my heroes, perhaps even more so. He works behind the scenes as well as occasionally stepping to the front. He has a goal/plan and nothing will stop him from executing it. ;) I really love to hate that guy.


What are your thoughts on villains? Do you love to hate them? Just plain hate them? Or would you rather see more of them in a story?



Inspiration for “The Serpent and the Angel”

March 27, 2015

You can find “The Serpent and the Angel” here! http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6201


For those late comers, I’m promoting the 9th book in my The Shifters series. You can find the rest of the series here: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/AuthorArcade/md-grimm


I suggest reading them in order from book 1 since they do depend on each other, but if you read them out of order you’ll still get the gist.


The inspiration for this story actually came from a blog prompt I did a couple of years ago. I wanted a strange couple pairing and wrote a cute little story. It’s nothing like the finished product, but I enjoyed the concept so much, I kept it.


What to read it? Here it is: (EXPLICIT)



It was typical. There he was, winding his way through the sand, slithering around rocks, looking for some tasty rodents, and a fucking eagle thought he would be the tasty one.  Serp saw the shadow above him and didn’t think much of it until the shadow got bigger. Serp slithered quickly over the ground, trying to find a good nook to hide in. But the eagle was quicker.

Serp felt claws pierce his skin and he was suddenly lifted from the ground.  Knowing he had no choice, unless he wanted to be eaten, Serp shifted.

He was slow at it, he didn’t spend his time as human much. It was too complicated. Snakes were easy and he loved being a rattler. But not when he was about to be disemboweled by a hungry eagle.

Serp managed to shift and that had the predictable effect of the eagle dropping him to the ground. Serp grunted as he smashed to the ground and rolled over the rocks and weeds. Serp groaned and managed to roll to his knees. He had expected that.

But he hadn’t expected the eagle to fall from the sky with him. Seems he shocked the eagle enough the proud bird lost air and crashed beside him. But what Serp really didn’t expect was for the bird to hop to its feet, stare at him with eerie intelligence, then shift.

Into a human.

Serp felt his jaw drop. A golden-haired, hazel-eyed, regal angel was standing in front of him. His skin was gold as well.

For himself, Serp felt skinnier than usual. His hair was brown, his skin was pale. He wasn’t the most attractive man ever. But from the way the eagle shifter was looking at him, Serp felt like a god. Serp had never met another shifter before. But he knew there were more.

The man smiled. “I knew you were a shifter. You didn’t smell like a rattlesnake. Not completely, at least.”

Serp didn’t know what to say. “So, what were you trying to do? Eat me or…”

The angel’s grin grew bigger. “Oh, I was certainly wanting to eat you.”

The angel leapt and shoved Serp on the ground on his back. The angel straddled him and licked his pink lips. Serp felt his little-used dick grow hard. He wasn’t a virgin but he wasn’t a stud either.

“Wha-what is your name?” Serp managed to ask.

“Don’t have one.” the angel on top of him said. His lips drifted over Serp’s neck and rose up to his chin, nibbling at the skin.

“I’m Serp. As in serpent.”

The angel pulled back and grinned. “I like it.” then he kissed Serp. Heat shot through Serp’s body and he no longer felt the rough and rocky ground beneath him. He didn’t feel the hot sun beating down on his skin. All he felt was Angel’s warm and willing body and he decided to only focus on that.

Serp’s hands slid along Angel’s back and his mouth worked energetically against Angel’s. Angel groaned and pressed harder into him. Serp’s hands had a mind of their own as they slid between Angel’s legs and wrapped around his cock. Angel groaned and pulled away slightly.

“You are so sexy,” Angel said, his voice deep and rough. Angel nipped Serp’s lips.

“No, you are.” Serp grunted when Angel cupped his balls.

“I always did like eating snakes,” Angel said with a sly grin that made Serp’s heart jump in his chest.

In a flash, Angel moved lower along Serp’s body and slipped Serp’s entire cock into his mouth. Serp’s body bowed and he gasped in shock. It was so sudden, and rough. Angel’s mouth was heavenly as it sucked and that tongue slid over the tip. Angel squeezed his balls and Serp gripped Angel’s hair, the smooth locks sliding between his fingers.

It was quick and satisfying. And incredibly hot. Serp came with a groan and Angel groaned and swallowed. Angel moved up Serp’s body and flicked his tongue over Serp’s nipple.

“My turn,” Angel said.

“Oh, yeah,” Serp gripped Angel’s long and beautiful cock and stroked. Angel’s eyes never left Serp’s face and his pupils were dilated to an extent that the hazel irises could barely be seen. His face was flushed and Serp couldn’t resist a kiss. Angel gripped his face and kissed him hard. Serp stroked Angel harder and faster and relished in the groan and the wetness that covered his hand when Angel came.

They both lay back on the ground, panting.

“We’re not done, Angel.” Serp said, still wanting more.

The eagle shifter turned his head to look at Serp. Surprise was on his face but then a warm, appreciative smile spread across it.

“Angel. I like it. No one has ever cared enough to give me a name.”

Serp rolled on top of Angel and knew that his isolated life was about to change.

“I care. And I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

Angel wrapped strong arms around Serp and nuzzled his neck. “A serpent and an angel. Perfect.”



Silly, I know, but it was fun, and Tobias and Angel came out of it.


It’s a trick sometimes to balance the “human” side with the “animal” side of a shape-shifter. I have to decide early on how much one side influences the other. I don’t want to do the same thing every time; I want to keep each story fresh and engaging. That’s why I made Tobias cold like his snake, and Angel was actually more easy-going and “talks” to his eagle a lot. He describes them as a team. But because Tobias is odd comparatively, I wanted the snake to influence his personality more, and not always in the best way.


What odd shifter would you like to see in a story? A cuttlefish, a unicorn, a parrot…?



Another excerpt and some background info

March 27, 2015

I’m back! Promoting my latest release “The Serpent and the Angel” (The Shifters Book 8).


“The Serpent and the Angel” was very fun to write because of the pairing of Tobias and Angel. I enjoy pairing “odd” couples and these two are perhaps the oddest of my pairings so far—a diamondback rattlesnake shifter (Tobias) and a golden eagle shifter (Angel). Since I find both of those animals beautiful and majestic in their own right, I liked the idea of them together. Also, I was intrigued by their symbolism in various Native American tribes. Both animals held (and hold) very important roles to those tribes, and I tried to play around with that within the story. But my greatest emphasis was put on the idea that they appear to be opposites in every way: one’s above the earth, the other is earth-bound; one mates for life, the other is solitary… you get the idea. But in my story both of them are guardians. They approach their jobs differently but the core of who they are is the same.


And now here’s an excerpt:


He pulled on Shadow Dawn’s reins before dismounting. He approached five men, ones he knew well, Lord help him, who were currently getting their asses handed to them by one lone man. Tobias didn’t recognize his face and figured he had to be a stranger. His clothes were plain and dirty around the cuffs and knees, indicating he’d been traveling for some time. He had a bag with him but lacked a hat.

Tobias stood for a moment, rather entranced by the ferocity and skill of the stranger. He was swift, his unusual gold eyes keen and sharp. He used arms and legs to defend himself, and one-by-one, each man fell to the ground, coughing dust and dirt. The sun glinted off brown hair streaked with gold, and it matched his skin, which was also an intriguing shade of light gold. The man was tall, but not nearly as tall as Tobias, who stood an intimidating six foot, three inches. The stranger had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his coloring was certainly odd. A suspicion as to the stranger’s origins formed in the back of Tobias’s mind the longer he observed the man. When all five men were flat on the ground, moaning and groaning, Tobias was able to take a better look at the man’s face: he had sharp features, especially his cheeks and nose, a heavy brow, and Tobias decided he was quite handsome and strangely beautiful at the same time. Then the stranger looked straight at him. Those sharp, gold eyes met his, and a zing of lust shot straight to his groin. The man panted, sweating visibly, his bag still held by one hand, his body tensed for more fight. Tobias smiled.


Interested? Find the book here http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6201


Do you have any questions for me regarding my series or my life? Ask away! I shall try to answer.


But now a question for you: What sort of odd pairing would you like to see in a shifter story? What two animals would you find hilarious to pair together?


-M.D. Grimm