Ms Ella Grey

Tales from the Heart

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Nano Update

So we’re halfway through nano, that time when a majority of writers try to aim to write 1.6k a day to have a novel at the end of it. I wish I could say that the words have flow easily but they haven’t. All power to the writers who can do this but I guess it just isn’t in me. For the last three days I haven’t written bugger all. It has been the weekend and this one has been more hectic than most. I had a job interview, which lasted for three hours and a birthday party for my son’s friend to go to. After that all I wanted to do was lie on the settee. I couldn’t put two sentences together for love nor money. Sunday was essentially the aftermath, my partner, Mark had overtime so it was me and the boy. It was like a scene from an old wild west. Guns at dawn.

Mummy: “Are you going to let mummy write?”
Nathan: (his face screws up in thought) “Nope.”
Today I need to go to the council office but I figured I’d tackle that impossible task at twelve. This also doesn’t count the every day tasks, dishes from last night and a general clean up. I guess I could do that now which would free up the afternoon to create magic on the paper but no. I’m in my inner sanctum. The kitchen is all the way down the stairs.

Okay so time to dig myself out of the nano hole or at least can someone give me a ladder so I can climb out?

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10 Authors You Should Be Reading.

Here are a few book suggestions. Some of these books are only suitable for an adult audience. Make sure to read the description before purchasing. All of these can be found on Amazon.

Susan Kaye Quinn: Delirium (Debt Collector 1)

Seleste deLaney: Badlands

Kendall Grey: Strings (Hard Rock Harlot Book 1)

Leona Bushman: Mayhem in Mexico: Zombie Infestation

Decadent Kane: Ribbon of Darkness (The Trouble with Elves)

Erin M. Leaf: Thief (Blue’s Boys Book 1)

Megg Jensen: Hidden (Dragonlands Book 1)

Doris O’Connor: Taken by Her Alien Warriors (The Warriors 1)

Cindy Spencer Pape: Gaslight Chronicles Book Set 1

Zee Monodee: You Belong to Me (Beyond Fairytales)

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The Joining by Ella Grey

Last month I took part in Devin O’Branagan’s flash fiction contest. My story ‘The Joining’ tied for first place.

The Joining by Ella Grey

David hadn’t been there when the preparations had begun but he’d read enough of the ancient texts to know about them. Seven tall, orange candles were positioned around the pillar. The priests burnt them for seven days, a protective circle of light. The wax had gathered around the base in thin trickles making the candles appear warped, worn down. Seven round stones, varying in length had been balanced one on top of another made up the pillar. On top of that was the egg. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of the spherical orb since he walked into the ceremony room. The way the light danced across the creamy white surface. The moving shadow inside of it. Time ticked down and there was nothing he could do about it except accept his fate. He’d never seen anything so equally beautiful and terrifying at the same time before. There was a gentle throb of pain behind his left ear. David gingerly reached up and touched the cold metal. The doctors had grafted the special alloy, lighter than steel, a few weeks ago. He’d only been out of bed for a few days. The hair had started to regrow. A short stumble that felt odd to the touch. In another month or so it would have grown back enough to hide the implant. The tests for the joining had been extensive, medical, physical and spiritual. The original group had been made up ten boys and girls. It didn’t seem possible that little David Chan, the son of a fisherman, would succeed where the others had failed. David studied the egg. Time trickled down like the sands in an hourglass and the creature stirred.

“How are you doing?”

David hadn’t even heard the priest approach and he practically jumped in surprise. The priests of the joining were all impressive men, tall and imposing. Redbrush was no different. He wore the white robes of his order and kept his hair bare. It made it impossible to miss the implant. David glanced down at the floor, embarrassed to have been caught. It didn’t matter that in an hour he’d forge a bond with the creature in the egg. A strong connection that could only be broken by death. He still wasn’t a part of the Order. “I’m fine. I’m sorry for staring. I never thought that this day would come and now that it’s here…”

Redbrush smiled at him. “You don’t know if you’re ready.”

“Are you sure that you haven’t made a mistake.” He glanced back to the egg. What if he wasn’t ready for the responsibility of having a life so intertwined with his?

“The Order doesn’t make mistakes.” The priest replied gently. “This is a great honour but you aren’t the only one who has had doubts about a joining and I’m sure you will not be the last.”

“Were you worried?” For a second he thought he’d gone too far. The priests were the most important people on Terra, A world apart from the rest of them that even kings came to their small inland to ask their advice. People like him didn’t question or even begin to understand what that meant.

“Yes, I was.” The priest reply startled him. “I might have been born into this world but I still had to pass the same tests as you. The only difference was if I failed, I would have been sent away. There is no use for a priest who hasn’t successfully gone through a joining. How am I supposed to help, if I didn’t have a clue to what a candidate goes through? David you are not alone in your thoughts, I promise you. You scored unbelievably well and you had a swift recovery. It is like the Gods themselves have blessed this union.”

David let out the breath he’d been holding. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

Redbrush nodded. “That’s why I’m here. Now it’s time for you to take your final steps.”

A chant barely heard over the rapid beat of his heart filled the chamber. David laced his fingers together, his head respectfully bowed. Today he wore the red robes of a novice, but whenever he returned to the inland, he would wear the blue robes of an initiate. He could sense the slow heartbeat of the creature in the egg. A beat that would gradually become in tune with his. He stopped short of the circle of candles. The words washed over him, touching him like the fingers of an intangible ghost. David needed to connect with the creature and thanks to his implant, which would be simple enough. In theory. He’d spent plenty of time calming the voices in his head to the point it wouldn’t feel too crowded to have two voices in there but in reality things were rarely that simple. David took a deep breath, letting worry and uncertainty slip away. “Can you hear me?”

The seconds dragged until he heard a tentative. “Yes.” The implant warmed against his skin as they talked.

“I am your bondmate, my name is David. Do you have a name?”


A wave of panic hit him and the strong emotions had nothing to do with him.

“There is no reason to be scared. I’m here.” He stepped inside of the barrier of light and reached out. The egg was smooth underneath his hand. There was a gentle pulsation of heat and David felt the precise moment his own heart slowed, matching pace with the creature. “You are the other side of me. Our futures are linked. Join me.”

The egg started to break. Firstly it was only small pieces and a hole appeared. Curiosity urged him closer to take a peek and a green eye blinked up at him and wings unfurled, discarding the rest of the shell. David knew what it was a Pterodactyl. “I shall call you Tero.”

If a dinosaur could smile, this one did. “I like that.”

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Hunter’s Mark by V.S Morgan #newrelease #decadentpub #shifters


Title: Hunter’s Mark
Author: V.S. Morgan
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Length: 74 pages
Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance

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Release Date October 10, 2014

Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.

Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.

Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?

He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.
His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.
“Miss Priscilla!”
The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.
Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.
“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.
He growled.
The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”
He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.
Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”
He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”
Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy freaking glowed.

About the Author:
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

Facebook and Goodreads: V.S. Morgan
Twitter: @vsmorgan1

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Unless You Can Be A Unicorn: Delphina Miyares Blog Tour


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Always be yourself… that was the last advice Scout’s Grandma Nora gave her before she died. Scout has spent her life trying to be anything but, but she has a chance to start anew as she moves several states away to college. She had always thought the glowing aura she saw around some people was a childhood fancy, but when it starts coming back just as she’s starting her new life, she learns there was much hidden about who she truly is.

Thankfully, she has a motley crew to help her along the way: a spunky bookseller, a trustworthy pub owner, a commanding grandmother, a possible best friend, and a hot rocker boy who only has eyes for her.

Unless You Can Be A Unicorn is a New Adult Paranormal Romance with content appropriate for a Young Adult audience.


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The Midweek Tease #MWTease

It’s that time of the week again. This time I’m giving you guys a snippet from Submitting to the Boss. Originally this story was for an anthology which I missed the deadline for.

SO lets have a peek into Dee Chapin’s head.

If anyone in the office could read her mind, Dee Chapin would get into serious trouble. She absentmindedly nibbled on her bottom lip as she typed on her keyboard. Every few minutes she peeked over the top of the screen. The way her desk was arranged allowed her an uninterrupted view into her boss’s office. She glanced back down at the screen and randomly typed in some notes she’d scribbled down from the Weston meeting. It wasn’t her fault James was one of those guys who inspired dirty fantasies in the middle of the work day.

Dee liked to think she was completely in control of her crush. Unfortunately her eyes had a life of their own. They always seemed to follow him as he walked across the floor, drifted down his back and checking out his butt. A sight that had her heart beating that much faster. Dee crossed her legs, her pencil skirt pulled tight across her thighs.

She glanced back down at her screen and swore underneath her breath, half a dozen red lines had appeared under the words she’d typed. Dee needed a new job. If there was ever a more pathetic excuse for a crush she didn’t know about it.

It could have been worse; she managed to stop herself blurting out her secret desires whenever he asked her to come into his office. Where do you want me, Sir? Bent over your desk with my legs spread? That wouldn’t be a problem, Sir. Would you like me to take notes? Please Sir, spank me some more. Dee shook her head tension built between her legs; she pressed her thighs together and risked another glance over her computer.

A few more hours, that was all she had to get through and then she could go home. Her plan for the night was pretty unimpressive, rent a movie and order in a pizza. Her thighs probably wouldn’t like her for it but Mario’s did great pizza. Her thighs would get over it.


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The Midweek Tease #MWTease

Welcome back to another Midweek Tease. I submitted Guitars and Cupcakes last week and it didn’t go well. SO this week I’m in rewriting and tightening up the manuscript. I’m hopefully to have it sent back off on Saturday.

They weren’t completely out of sight from the door but Clayton wasn’t in any rush to stop kissing her, drinking in her moans and sighs. He stopped himself short of touching her completely. That would try out to be a dangerous slope giving into the need running through him, like a barely contained river. Instead he pressed his lower body against hers showing her how much he wanted her. Clayton groaned as her fingertips traced the sensitive skin at the base of his neck. The move almost tentative, unsure.

Clayton broke the kiss as Kit pressed her hand against his chest. Green eyes stared up at him. The palest shade of pink coloured her cheeks. He reached up, cupping her cheek feeling the faint tremor that went through her, as he ran his thumb across her parted lips, and stole another kiss.

“Clayton.” She murmured his name. “I can’t do this.”

That got his attention. “I can never find the right moment with you, can I?” He sighed.

Kit laughed. “I should have unlocked the front door ten minutes ago.”

“Rain check?” He dipped his head. God, don’t say no beautiful.

She bit her bottom lip. There it was again. Whoever hurt her to begin with had really done a number on her. “I should say no.”

He pushed off the wall, and walked back far enough until his back knocked against the opposite wall. Clayton didn’t want to put distance between them but it was safer. Especially when it took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to brush his fingers against the bare strip of skin just visible beneath her t-shirt. “But you’re not going to.”

“And why is that?” Her expression became guarded.

“Because you’re as curious about this as I am.” He knew that she was. There was no denying the way she surrendered to his touch. A spark like theirs? It would be a crime not to explore it.

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