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Paranormal Love Blog

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This week I’m taking part in the Paranormal Love Blog. From witches to werewolves, vampires to berserkers, you name it we have it. This blog hop is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. We also welcome works-in-progresses/WIP’s! So join us each work and check out our cool stories

The Raven’s Kill


Raven would never understand how people survived walking on two feet or driving in a steel box. He spent the majority of his time in his bird form, the wind currents under his wings as they carried him in their wake. There was something incredible natural about flying as simple as breathing for humans. He kept a reasonable distance from the car, caught up in an air pocket. Even if they caught sight of him in the rear-view mirror, they wouldn’t be able to guess a more calculated mind worked inside the fragile body of a bird, underneath the feathers.

He’d seen civilization rise and fall. In all that time, he’d never laid eyes on someone like Cassandra, someone who shook his resolve. Raven perched on one of the trees surrounding the estate. Cassandra stood on the doorstep for a few seconds; the wind caught her hair as she dug into her purse for a key, unlocked the door and vanished inside. According to the information Nicolai had gathered, she lived alone. Her life was completely isolated, the thought of her so utterly alone called to him on a primal level. Another connection forged between them. Neither of them had someone close like family. Originally, she’d lived in the city but after the crash killed her parents, she’d moved back into the family home, probably to sort out the things her parents left behind. There were memories in there she handled by herself, a strength under all that purity.

The Raven’s Kill is a short story (on sale) and can be found at all outlets.

Here’s the blurb.

Raven is a shifter with the ability to see the darkness in a person’s soul. He has never strayed off his path or let a target live before, until he meets Cassandra for the first time. She’s an innocent, so why does someone want her dead?

As soon as Cassandra laid eyes on the mysterious man, she wants him with an intensity that scares her. When he appears in her room one night with an impossible story, she has two choices—believe him or die.

It’s a fight against time and with an attraction that scares them both, no-one knows what the future holds.

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#TantalizingTuesdays Torn

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She rolled onto her side and got back to her feet. Restless energy filled her, she wasn’t used to being trapped. For the moment her wings were useless and the knowledge spread through her like a sickness. Kari slowly made her way back around the room, using her hand on the wall to keep her balance. For weeks it had felt like someone had been watching her, it wasn’t unusually, even if the small town she’d grown up in, her blessing was striking but who would want to hurt her? Kari didn’t have enemies. Well, none that she knew about.

The door opened. A man stood there, in the shadows beyond it. Kari edged away. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” He didn’t say anything but raised his arm. The light in the room caused the barrel of the gun to gleam as light reflected off of it. “Please don’t.” The words left her in a whisper. An audible pop, a stab of pain and Kari stared down, her eyes widened in shock. A dart with a dark brown feathered tip was embedded in her chest. She hit the floor hard, instead of the pain she expected, numbness spread instead.

As Kari tugged the dart free, darkness ate up her vision. She wanted to keep her eyes open but whatever he’d hit her with made that impossible. It was only when the man walked into the room, and she caught sight of the instrument in his hand, the long sharp blade that she realised…she should have fought harder to stay awake.

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Elodie Parkes and Rescuing Cade



Rescuing Cade

Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.

Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.

Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.

The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?

An erotic romance with a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM


Cade took his time drinking his coffee on Saturday morning. He wanted to go out to the street market and call into the coffee shop to buy fresh grounds, but he knew the reminder of being with Marissa there the weekend before would hurt. He drove there and parked in the big flat lot at one end of the High Street. Thoughts of Marissa teased him as he sat for a moment in his car and assessed his feelings. She’d touched his heart and he knew it. He sighed and thrust away the idea of calling into her place on the journey home from the market. She doesn’t want me.

He turned up the collar of his leather jacket against the cool breeze, and after checking he’d locked his car, since his thoughts drifted time and again to Marissa’s lovely face, he stalked off up the street. He avoided the market stalls he and Marissa had stopped at the week before, making straight for the farmers’ market section, where he bought two different kinds of apples and a couple of large potatoes he knew could be put in the oven and baked without him having to hassle around.

When he entered the coffee shop he kept his face turned from the café end and ordered his usual Italian roast grounds, but then, longing to recall Marissa as she gazed at him over the table they shared the Saturday before, he glanced around—and there she was.

She stared at him from a table in the middle of the café.

Cade blinked to make sure he wasn’t just imagining she was there. He paid for his coffee order, and drawn to Marissa’s table as if by some invisible thread, Cade quickly walked over there.

“Marissa, it’s so good to see you. I hoped you’d call me. May I sit with you?” He croaked out the words as his heart flipped about and the urge to pick her up, crush her to his body, and devastate her with a kiss scared him with its ferocity.

She didn’t speak, only nodded an assent at him.

Cade dragged out a chair and dropped his shopping to the floor. He sat down close to Marissa, but still facing her.

She turned her coffee cup around and around in the saucer. Her gaze riveted on the coffee in there.

She wasn’t wearing makeup. Her face was pale and her cloud of brown hair wisped around her heart-shaped face.

Cade smiled noticing for the first time a faded splatter of freckles across her nose. The tremble in her fingers, didn’t escape Cade’s hungry observation. She’s nervous. Is that because she likes me or thinks I’ll make a scene and wishes I’d leave? He reached out and clasped her fingers in his.

Her coffee cup clattered a little in the saucer.

Author bio:

About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press Eternal Press Secret Cravings Ra Jones Anthologies Side Street Cookie Publishing

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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#New #Release Guitars and Cupcakes.

guitarsandcupcakes1sI never thought that this day would come. It’s been a rough old couple of months. The muse has been AWOL and every time I started a story, doubt wormed his way in. I wasn’t good enough. Guitars and Cupcakes went through several stages and its only because of the people who stood by me and didn’t let me give up that it’s here now. Be sure to add it to you #TBR lists.


It shouldn’t work… 

Clayton Heaton, a mechanic with a love of music, doesn’t believe in long term relationships. The girl who makes mouth-watering cookies is about to change his mind. 

Lily Collins, a baker with a past she can’t forget, can’t risk having her heart broken again. A man who sings from the soul is determined to prove to her that not all men are the same.



He drank in the sight of her body. Then she turned. Lily yelped in surprise and dropped a tray. The clanking of it hitting the floor shattered the peace that had been created by her song.

“Oh Christ, are you okay?” Clayton moved around the counter and started to help her retrieve her things from off the floor.

She pulled earphones out of her ears. “What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?” she accused, roughly pushing the tray toward him. Clayton took it and got to work cleaning up. Her cheeks were red but this time it wasn’t a blush. Anger. He’d frightened her. The plan had been simple. Unleash the Heaton charm and get a date with the redhead. But she certainly wasn’t in the right mood now. As Lily stood and disappeared back into the kitchen, Clayton finished picking up the cookies, then followed her. The kitchen was clean, well, if he didn’t count the bowls and trays on the counter. She’d ended up leaning against the sink, her head bowed, and he caught sight of her hands shaking. Damn, he’d really scared her.

“Lily?” He placed the plate onto the counter. Her slender shoulders were tight and when she turned, her lips parted. Clayton raised his hand, stopping whatever she’d been about to say. “I know I’m starting to sound like a broken record, but I’m sorry.”

Her chest rose and fell, more under control than a few seconds before. “What are you doing here so early?”

Well, I wanted to ask you out. I’ve been thinking of you constantly since yesterday. I want to find out if those lips of yours taste as good as they look. “I woke up early and thought I’d come here for a coffee.”

She raised one eyebrow. “You don’t have coffee at home?”

But then you wouldn’t be there, and seeing you makes the day worthwhile. “Not as good as yours.” Clayton shrugged off his guitar case and balanced it against a large dishwasher.

Lily’s eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”

He took off his jacket and placed it on a hook on the wall. “I’m going to help you replace the biscuits you lost. It’s the least I can do.” She looked torn. Lily didn’t want him to stay, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t just leave her to clean up when it had been his fault. Clayton rolled up his sleeves. “Come on, free labor right here. Do I have to beg before you let me help? I’ll get on my knees if you want.”

A small smile pulled at her lips. “I find it hard to believe that you’ve begged for anything before.”

He took a step toward her. The urge to touch her nearly overwhelmed him. “I bet I can make you beg for something.” Clayton glanced down at her. The rise and fall of her chest, accentuated by that tight t-shirt, and the scent of vanilla was all a dangerous assault to his senses.

Lily nibbled at her bottom lip but didn’t seem capable of meeting his eyes. “I don’t doubt that.” 


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#tantalizingtuesdays – The Perfect Kiss

Every Tuesday some writers get together and we plot to take over the world…um okay not the world exactly but for one day we chose a picture and write 200 words about it. For those who read my blog you’ll know I haven’t done this in a while. Actually I’m sure its been half a year or so, maybe more. Well I decided to get back on board. I write a lot more flash fiction these days and I’m finding real enjoyment for it. So without any further delay, here’s my piece. Make sure to check out everyone’s by following the link below. Also I borrowed the picture from the first Spiderman movie, well the remake but you get the idea. :)


The Perfect Kiss

Ella Grey (2015)

I think I’m going to be sick. Jenny took a deep breath. No, that would be a really bad idea. You’ve been wanting this for months, the perfect moment. The perfect kiss. The pep talk really didn’t help, her stomach was twisted in knots. The beat of her heart thumped in her ears. Her palms were sweaty. If Drew noticed that she was about to pass out from the anticipation, he didn’t show it. He reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her breath caught. This is ridiculous. I should have kissed him, not built up the expectation until it reach unbearable levels. What the hell was I thinking? This is going to go wrong. I’ll end up kissing his nose and making a fool out of myself. I’m such an idiot. Jenny couldn’t get her brain to stop on its mindless rampage. She closed her eyes. Then snapped them open again. You shouldn’t close your eyes, the chances of your lips connecting on his chin or cheek are a lot higher if you can’t see. You want those perfect lips you’ve been dreaming about. Jenny stopped herself with a sigh of annoyance, who’s ever heard of a romantic kiss with your eyes open?


She pulled away slightly. Drew looked perplexed and a little bemused. “What’s wrong? Did I say something?” Sometimes that happened, her mouth went on a little detour all by its self.

He smiled. “Your mind is going a mile a minute, isn’t it?”

“Well yeah.” She admitted with a sigh. “I just want this to be….” Drew lunged forward and captured her lips with his and then sharply pulled away. Jen’s eyes had drifted closed. “Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”

“You can’t do anything wrong Jen.” A soft laugh warmed her all the way to her toes. “I just thought we should get the first kiss out of the way, because believe me, it might have been our first but it won’t be our last and there’s plenty of time to get it perfect.”


The 24 Hour Wooden Spoon Challenge

10906222_850321624990271_2271181390432695239_nI completed the wooden spoon challenge, I was challenged by Jessica E. Subject to write a piece of short fiction 2k with a wooden spoon in it and an alien. Child of the Sea was the result.

Child of the Sea

Ella Grey (2015)

I wasn’t born. I was discovered. A month before I was adopted by my parents, my mother had a miscarriage. She’d been making cookies, mixing the batter with a wooden spoon, when the first stab of pain went through her. My dad rushed her to the hospital, she hadn’t even hit her first trimester yet and they both knew how dangerous that time could be. She hadn’t even had her first meeting with the midwife, it was supposed to be on the following Monday. At first they went to the doctors, then they shipped her off to the hospital, only to find out that yes, she’d lost the baby. That moment broke her. Even when they retold the story to me I could see the pain in her eyes for the lost baby.

In the end dad took her to recuperate at the beach in a home he rented. She spent her days wrapped up in a blanket, curled up in a chair watching the wave’s crash against the shore. The clouds were thick, grey and she knew that a storm was coming. There was a tension that threaten to overspill, like a river kept back by a dam.

Dad had called her in but she hadn’t heard him. A shimmy silver object laid on the beach and it had caught her attention. Then she’d heard it, a baby crying. At first she thought she’d lost her mind but then she saw the object on the beach moving. She scrambled to her feet and down the wooden steps. The blanket flapped around her shoulders but she held onto it tightly. At first she didn’t know what I was, only that I was small, small enough to be a baby. Though I didn’t look like any baby she’d ever seen. I had a tail, like a mermaid from one of my fairy-tale books. With skin so white it glowed and pitch black eyes, they knew I wasn’t human. I wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen before. She could have left me there but she didn’t. She used the blanket to scoop me up and took me back to the house.

As she showed dad, I started to change. My skin lost it glow, my eyes turned blue and while I hadn’t grown hair yet by the time I turned two, black strands covered my head. I looked like a human baby. They talked about it a lot. Should they keep me? Should the report the alien baby she found on the beach? What would happen to me if they gave me to a hospital? Dad could see how finding me affected mum. I was the baby she lost, like the world decided that the pain she endured was too much and gave her, me.

I didn’t have any clue that I was so different, sure my mum was a little over protective but I knew that some parents were. There was also only one rule. I wasn’t allowed in the sea. They didn’t know what would happen. Would I change back? Would I leave them?

Everything changed when I turned sixteen. I fell into the sea. It was stupid. I’d been playing with my friends at the beach and Scott ended up pushing me into the water. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but something inside me changed. I started to have dreams. After a few months I knew that they weren’t normal. I fell asleep thinking of Fiona and I dreamed of her. It had been really strange, in the dreamscape she’d become a dog and chased cats. The next day in our science class I heard her talking about it with one of her other friends. I’d dropped the glass beaker in surprise. We’d shared a dream? How was that even possible? I started to experiment and kept a dream journal to keep track of them.  Then I started to influence them. It was stupid, mostly small things, like planting an idea that the teacher should wear blue trousers or the dinner lady to sing a particular song as she dished up our food.

Then other things started to happen. The marks on my forearms, white stripes that made up strange patterns that I had no clue to what they were, appeared. They glowed when I got upset and that was happening more and more. I worked hard on hiding my differences, but my self-confidence had taken a serious hit. Most of the time I wore thick jumpers and long gloves to hide my forearms. I cut myself off from my friends. None of them could understand what was going on with me. I didn’t know myself. How could I accept anyone to understand when I didn’t know myself? My life was spiralling out of control and I didn’t know why. It all came to a head one night. The night my parents told me the truth. I wasn’t normal. I wasn’t even human. It didn’t mean they loved me any less. I was their miracle child but all that good intention didn’t mean anything to me. Lost. Alone. A freak. An alien. Not human.

I ran to the beach and sat down on the sand. The only light came from the moon which reflected off of a calm sea. I didn’t know why I went there but it felt right. I crossed my legs, rested my head onto my hands and closed my eyes. I didn’t what to feel lost, disconnected from the world. I wanted to belong. I wanted all the things that a sixteen year girl wanted. A identify, friends I could trust. Hell, even a boyfriend but I couldn’t have any of those. I didn’t know what I was. Where did I come from? Did I have a home under the sea, people who missed me? Did I come from somewhere even further away? I glanced up at the stars. No, I couldn’t even comprehend that I came from a different world.

A lot of time passed and I fell asleep. The dream was different. It wasn’t a dreamscape I reconsidered in the slightest. An underwater city. A dome made out of glass. An unearthly light filled it and I swam closer, curious. There were people in there, creatures that resembled mermaids but they weren’t beautiful, instead they scared me. They didn’t look human in the slightest, more like wispy wraiths with cold black eyes. Was I one of them? I glanced down at my hands, white skin that appeared to glow, webbing between the fingers.

“What are you doing here?”

I whipped around to see one of them behind me. The deeply masculine voice seemed to vibrate and echo in my head and I grabbed my ears but they weren’t there. A nightmare, it had to be a nightmare and I wanted it to stop. I tried to swim away but his hand shot out and he grabbed my arm. Instead of the coldness I half expected, a warmth swept through me. I tugged my arm free.

“Don’t touch me. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t know how I got here.” My whole body felt strange, heavy but light and I glanced down to see the tail, my tail made up of shimmy white scales.

“You need to come with me.” He reached out again as this time I flinched, moving away from him before he could make contact.


“Excuse me?” By the sound of him he didn’t think I’d argue with him. It was hard to figure out what he thought since his face was so unlike anything I’d ever seen before.

“I said no.” I pulled my arm free as emotions swirled to life inside of me. A dream I could manipulate so I tried that tactic. “You’re going to leave me alone.” I said sternly but my lips weren’t moving, somehow I was communicating with him the same way he talked to me.

He cocked his head to the side, the move alien and unsettling. “I’m a part of the royal guard, any visitors announced or otherwise need to be taken to the throne room. I don’t even know who you are, which means you’ll be coming with me.”

This wasn’t going the way I thought it would, a dream I couldn’t manipulate, that I couldn’t change? I’d gotten so used to being able to do that for a brief second I didn’t know what to do. Instead I did the only thing I could do. I swam away. My new body helped me swim faster. I cut through the water like a fish but it wasn’t going to be enough. I didn’t know where I was going so I swam for the surface.

A hand grabbed my tail and sharp shards of pain went through me, damn that hurt. I twisted in the water and I noticed that my scars on my forearms were starting to glow. I tried to flick out my tail but his grip just got tighter. In the end I punched down with my arms, hoping to make contact that way, anything to break his hold on me but I couldn’t reach that far. “Let go of me!”

“Why are you fighting me? Who are you are?” Light poured out of my skin, surrounding us and he grunted in pain. Suddenly my tail was free. I didn’t question it, or the blinding light. All I needed to do was get to the surface. If I got there. I would wake up, I would be safe. Dream logic, it was all I had at that point. He recovered quickly but there was more distance between us. “Wait!”

“Leave me alone.” I shouted back. “I don’t belong here.”

“But you do. Stop for a second, let me explain.” He sounded surprised, like he couldn’t believe it himself. “Alia, wait.”

The name didn’t mean anything to me. I risked a glanced over my shoulder and noticed that he’d stopped chasing me but that knowledge didn’t stop me. I kept swimming, my hand reaching out for the almost glass like surface of the water. “This was a mistake.” I broke through and as soon as I breathed in fresh air, reality slammed into me. I got to my knees and glanced out at the sea, half expecting him to be there, to be watching me. It couldn’t have been real, could it?

“Winni?”I turned around and saw that mum stood on the beach, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked older, weary. The wind caught strands of black hair, streaked with grey and danced around her face. “Are you okay?”

“No.” I wanted to lie but there wasn’t any point. I wouldn’t be alright with the path my life was taking but it wasn’t their fault. They loved me like I was their own. “But I will be.” A tiny white lie to take away the pain in her eyes. There was a lot that I needed to deal with but I needed to face it by myself. I couldn’t drag them into it.

“Are you going to leave us?” Her voice caught on the last word and I noticed the tears. That was what she was really worried about. That I’d leave them to find the place where I’d come from.

I got to my feet and rushed over to her, hugging her. In that moment I noticed how fragile she was. Losing one child was hard enough but if I left? It would hit her harder because it would be my choice. “I’m not going anywhere, mum.” The world I saw in my dream. I wasn’t a part of that. Sure I looked like them but I’d been raised human and I couldn’t change that. I wouldn’t. “Let’s go home.” I smiled at her. “It’s cold out here.” We were half way up the steps, my dad standing on the porch when I heard it. A voice I thought I left behind in the dream.

“I will find you princess.”


Midweek Tease

It’s hasn’t been an easy journey for ‘Guitars and Cupcakes’ but after some rewrites it got accepted by Evernight and gets released this month. I hope you enjoy the tease.

MWTease15Seeing her teeth sink into the rich oatmeal cookie and hearing her moan of enjoyment felt like a physical punch to the gut. An ache of need traveled through his body. He’d never made a woman moan without even touching her before. Crumbs rested on her bottom lip, and she flicked out her tongue. This time Clayton bit back his own moan. Damn, the sight of her tongue made his cock hard, made him want to take her into his arms and taste her lips. “This is really good. Well done.”

“Thanks.” She hadn’t managed to get all of the crumbs, and Clayton reached out. Lily froze as he brushed his thumb against the corner of her lips. A gasp escaped her but she didn’t pull away, and Clayton didn’t move, except to cup her cheek. Her pale, smooth skin was unbelievably soft, and her green eyes went wide as he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.

“Clayton,” she whispered as he felt her hands on his arms. She didn’t push him away.

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