Thursday, April 03, 2014

My writing process blog hop

I've been tagged by the awesome Meredith Daniels, who writes m/m books to die for! I have to answer four questions, and then tag four more authors. So here goes!

*1) What are you working on?
The second in the series Even the Gods Make Love. This one is tentatively called Mad For Love and it's the story of Lord Stretton, otherwise known as Blaize or Bacchus. Blaize has several problems, not the least of which being if he stops drinking wine, he goes mad. Being the god of wine and madness, he has to cope with a woman who wants to drive him mad and take him out of the game. But Blaize has to defy her to win the woman he loves. 

*2) How does your work differ from others in the genre? 

Well for a start there are no vampires or shape-shifters in it! But I prefer not to compare what I do with other authors. Sondheim put it best in his song Move On from Sunday in the Park With George. 
"Anything you do
Let it come from you
Then it will be new
Give us more to see..."

I think that's a lovely description of the creative process.

 *3) Why do you write what you write?
I've always been interested in history, especially the eighteenth century. I suppose you could say that I fell in love with it early. I've been reading and researching the era pretty much all my life. But I have other interests too, and one of them is mythology. All my shape-shifters are mythical beasts, dragons and the like. 
But at the heart is people and their dilemmas. I'm fascinated in finding out why people what they do. Their reaction to a situation is often the difference between hero and villain. One will jump one way, one the other, but it's not always clear from the start which is which. 

*4) How does your writing process work?

I start with an idea. It might be a character or a scene. Then I work up a story, and make sure the characters have plenty to worry about. After that I start writing. I write from beginning to end, I don't write out of sequence, so I take the characters' journeys with them. 

Now you should look at Meredith's blog so you can see her answers!

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Newsletter April 2014. The Emperors of London are coming! And a re-release of an old favourite.


Here it is. If you’re on Facebook you might have heard this already but I was absolutely bursting with this last month. However the contract was only just signed and verified, so I didn’t want to say anything until it was done.
I’ve signed a new contract with Kensington Lyrical and it’s for a new series of historical romances set in the mid-eighteenth century. This is my first big venture into “straight” historical since Richard and Rose came to an end last year, and I’m super-excited about it.
When I wrote the first book it was planned as Freddy’s story. Freddy from Richard and Rose, since so many people asked me for it. But the book didn’t turn out as well as I wanted, and so I put it aside and worked on it. Occasionally I’d send out a version of it, but it still didn’t do it for me.
I loved the central idea, that of a respectable widow tempted by a rogue, who is forced to rescue her when she is drugged and put up for auction at a whorehouse, but somehow the theme was missing.
Then I started reading my text books, and I hit on the idea. What if this was part of a scheme by the Jacobites to bring the hero and his family down?
The 1750’s was packed with Jacobite schemes. They didn’t just go away after the ‘forty five. In 1752 there was a scheme to assassinate George II, for instance, and the Young Pretender visited London at least once. Probably more times.
The new series is concerned with a family nicknamed “The Emperors of London” because the Duke of Kirkburton and his sisters decided to call their children after emperors and empresses of the past.
The first book had long left Freddy gasping in the dust, poor boy. So the new hero is Alex. A revision using the enemies of the Emperors, the Dankworths, and the story had the backbone it needed. More ideas happened, because I couldn’t leave the cousins as also-rans, and I packaged the whole scheme up and sent it off.
Renee Rocco at Kensington Lyrical loved it. And I’m now thrilled to tell you that the first in the new series, “Rogue in Red Velvet” is out this September.
Such exciting news! I have a beautiful cover for the book, which I’ll be revealing on my website shortly, but I want to do the series justice and give it a lovely set of pages all to itself.

And don’t forget that I also have a new series from Samhain, the first of which is out next month. It’s historical paranormal, but the history is as accurate as I can make it, trying to blend the paranormal elements in. All the events “could have” happened! “Lightning Strikes” is a project that’s been building for a long time. In fact, I conceived the idea years ago, but I didn’t have the time to develop it until recently. And my new editor at Samhain, Amy Sherwood, is as enthusiastic as I am about the series. We get on line and talk myths!
I’m planning to showcase that series in the newsletter next month, so stay tuned.

Plans for RT Convention are almost complete. I’m sorting out my wardrobe now. As usual, I have far too many clothes to pack, so I’ll have to winnow them down. I either travel with a pair of jeans and a couple of T-shirts, or I go way OTT, and dress up in the froth. I’m doing Gothic Fairy this RT, so there’s lots of froth! If you’re anywhere near New Orleans, do drop in and give me a yell!

And just before RT I’m giving a talk about Writing the Erotic Romance at Warrington Literature Festival, here in the UK. That’s on May 3rd, a Saturday. Local recognition, no less!

The new release this month is a reissue, at a cheaper price, of “Griffin’s Treasure,” my Dept 57 story about a British soccer star and an ex-cop from San Francisco. Get it for $3.99 instead of its original price of $7.99!
More details and an excerpt below! And check out that gorgeous new cover!


International soccer star Josh Friedland has a secret. He’s a griffin shapeshifter, and a covert operative for Department 57. Josh’s brother Laurie is missing, and Josh is sure businessman George Skeffington is involved.
So he can’t trust Skeffington’s stepdaughter, Chana Rafiz, even though he wants her with every cell in his body.
When her controlling stepfather asks Chana to look after his guest, she suspects another trick to keep her by his side. Only to find that Josh is the man she’s been waiting for all her life.
Long, hot Californian nights see their bodies twined in more inventive positions than Chana knew existed, but when she finally discovers his secret, she uncovers one of her own. One she doesn’t even know about herself.
Together, Josh and Chana have to face dangers only Department 57 can help them with, only to plunge the whole Department into peril. If Cristos and the Department are to endure, Josh and Chana must succeed in their mission.

Exhaustion filled Chana. Knowing she had to get up in the morning to attend to Josh’s requirements, she staggered upstairs to get to bed as quickly as possible. Only when she stood outside the door to her bedroom did she realize her stepfather hadn’t even thanked her for her efforts. She remained by the door, her forehead resting on the wall, gathering her thoughts before she went inside, because she knew as soon as she took off her clothes, she’d be asleep.
A sound just behind her made her start, fully awake. “Tired?”
“Oh, I didn’t hear you.” Heart beating wildly, she turned to confront Josh.
He stood very close to her, so he didn’t have to move to take her in his arms, except to curve them around her and urge her to lean against him instead of the wall.
“You’re done in. Come on, I’ll help you.”
He’d changed out of his tuxedo and wore a soft robe of silk that came down to his knees. As far as she knew he wore nothing else.
She heard the catch on her door click as he opened it, and then he guided her inside.
“I’ll just help you into bed. Then I’ll go. I won’t hit on you. Enough people have tried to do that tonight.” His voice turned grim. “I hope your stepfather’s paying you well for this. I wouldn’t let you do this, if you were mine. Come on.”
Her gown unzipped at the back, and the halter parted around her neck. Too tired to protest, she felt the gown slide down her body. When she began to pull away, he hushed her with soft words and led her to the bathroom.
She hadn’t known what he intended until she heard the shower, the hard sound of water on tile. With a sinking heart, she realized her evening hadn’t ended. She felt too tired to enjoy any sexual encounter she might share with Josh. Yes, she found him attractive. Yes, she would probably have ended up in bed with him sooner or later, but not tonight.
He lifted her with gentle hands, and his voice came just as gently. “No, not tonight. I’ll help you get ready for bed. That’s all. You’re too knackered to do it for yourself. How do you take your makeup off?”
With an effort, she lifted her head and stared at him, his golden eyes clear and wakeful, watching her calmly. “Cream in the cupboard over there.”
He chuckled. “Get in the shower. I’ll bring the cleanser.”
She did as he told her, stripping off her thong and stockings before she got in and gloried in the warm spray cleaning her body. He’d taken off the needle setting she usually used and set the temperature to pleasantly warm. He’d aimed everything at relaxing her. She felt cared for, the notion alien to her.
When he drew back the screen and got in, she didn’t protest; she only wished she could stay awake enough to appreciate the toned body drawing her close. His arousal jutted against her stomach. “Ignore it,” he told her. “I want you—of course I do—but that’s not what this is about. Not now.”
He reached for the cream and tilted her face up, stepping back so his body was out of the hot stream of water. She hadn’t realized the simple action of spreading cleanser on her face could feel so enjoyable, but his gentle touch made it more than that. Despite her exhaustion, her lower body stirred, came awake, although he did nothing other than clean the makeup off her face. He reached for a handful of tissues he’d placed on the broad shelf at the end of the shower and wiped her face gently, paying special attention to her eyes, which she’d loaded with cover-up and mascara to hide her tiredness.
“Keep them closed,” he murmured and steered her under the shower again, tipping her head up to receive the gentle, warm spray.
“You do that better than I do,” she confessed. “Sometimes I just wash it all off with soap.”
She shook her head and opened her eyes to see him pick up a bottle of shampoo.
“Turn around.” He pulled her against his chest, where she rested gratefully while he pulled out all her hairpins, tossing them on the shelf. When they’d all gone, he ran his fingers through her hair, loosening its heavy weight and letting the water soak through. “You apply makeup very well. Too well.”
“What does that mean?”
“It wasn’t until I took it off I saw the shadows under your eyes.” He rubbed shampoo through her hair.
“How much do you charge for showering women? I could employ you every day.”
He chuckled. “I might be too expensive for you.”
“You’d be surprised. My expense account is very large.”
“Who’s talking money?”
He pulled her back when she jerked away in shock, realizing just how relaxed she felt with him. How could she allow him to take her off guard like this? She’d opened to him again, let his mind soothe hers, persuade her to take part in this outrageous scene.
“Don’t worry,” he said as if he could read her. Of course he could. She’d just let him. “We’ll talk about it another time. For now, just accept that it is. That we can communicate mentally. Your barrier is strong, so I can’t read your inmost thoughts, just your outer layer. Okay?”
She nodded, relishing the sensation of his fingertips gently massaging the shampoo through her hair. He guided her head under the showerhead to rinse, then drew her close to him again, her back to his front. His cock pushed against her, and she flinched before relaxing back against him. “You’d be puzzled if it didn’t happen, wouldn’t you?”
Yes, she would. They were naked and relatively fit, so yes, a natural reaction when she thought about it in that way. “I’m too old for you. You shouldn’t want me.”
A rumble began low in his chest and erupted in a gale of laughter, but he wouldn’t let her go, holding her around her waist, close to him. “You have no idea,” he managed weakly. “No idea at all.”
He wouldn’t explain but instead reached for the body shampoo. It smelled of one of her favorite scents—vanilla—sweet but not too feminine for him to use. He disdained the sponge and washcloth, using his hands to smooth the shampoo over both of them, turning her to face him. Kneeling down, he soaped her legs, her calves, her thighs, then her pubis. That he sent thrills through her when he touched her sensitized skin was hardly his fault. He couldn’t have failed to notice.
“Relax,” he said. “I’d have to be a monster to take you now. Your tiredness is beating at my mind. You’ll be in bed soon, I promise.” He separated her labia, guided her so the water rinsed her, and just grazed her clit when he released her. A sharp jolt of arousal went through her, enervating her, but he didn’t take advantage. He could, so easily.
He rinsed her thoroughly but slowly, doing nothing to break the sense of warmth and well-being suffusing her mind and body. He leaned over her to turn off the water.
“Just relax. I’ll do everything. Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
She did as he asked her, feeling the warmth of a soft towel draped around her shoulders. He toweled her hair, then rubbed her body, all his movements cherishing, gently caring rather than arousing. “You’re in complete control of your body, aren’t you?”
His rich chuckle answered her. “Almost. I have to be, in my game.” He lifted the towel away from her hair and then lifted her into his arms. His lips, pressing softly against hers in a featherlight kiss, hushed her small squeak of protest. She relaxed as he took her through to the bedroom and laid her against the cover, pulling it back before lifting her to lie on the crisp ivory sheets. Before he could cover her, she gripped his wrist and opened her eyes.
He gazed at her. Only the bedside light remained on, and softened by the golden shade, his skin gleamed invitingly. “Don’t go yet,” she murmured. “Please stay for a while. Get into bed with me.”
She didn’t want to be alone. She spent every night alone. A long time had passed since she’d shared the dark hours with anyone else. Tonight she wanted company, and she no longer cared if he wanted sex in return. She’d welcome it. His toned, gorgeous body made her mouth water, he liked her, and this would be the first time she’d had a younger man in her bed.
He met her gaze honestly, and she felt him stirring in her mind, removing his presence. She didn’t want that.
“I can’t,” he whispered, so close his breath heated her skin. “I’m at the end of my endurance.” His mouth flattened in a wry grin. “I have to go, or you’ll get no sleep.”
“I can stay awake a little while longer.”
“You need to sleep.”
“Please, just get in.”
He straightened and glanced around the room. “If I get into bed with you, I’ll make love to you. Fuck you. Are you sure you want that?”

 Ibooks coming soon!

Sunday, March 16, 2014

How to succeed in Writing.

Ever since I inked the new contract, people seem to be more interested in me! And in several places, I've been asked what to do to succeed. Quick answer is that I don't know, but on further thought, maybe I do. If you like this post, I could do a series of them on each point, going into more detail. 
Now I could sprinkle this post with gifs and stuff, but they get on my nerves, so I'm not going to. But you do get a cat. I like cats. 
Writing isn't one thing. It's a succession of things. It's getting the idea, creating the story, with all its ups and downs, then writing it (my favorite part!), then revising, editing, submission, editing and more editing, then cover art, blurb, marketing...
That's if you want to do it properly.

So if you want to succeed commercially in your writing, these are the things you should consider doing:
  1.          Write fast. Publishers and readers want more these days. But it does get easier as you go along. For me it was pacing, and deep third point of view. Once I'd cracked that, my writing flowed better. So establish the vulnerable spots in your writing, and get working on them. Do classes, read books from authors who excel in that area. 
  2.           Keep writing. Just keep getting ideas, moving forward. Don't rely on one book, one manuscript to bring you all the success you're looking for. You learn as you write. 
  3.         Write often. Every day. Write every day, even if it's only a paragraph, a sentence. A thousand words a day and you have a short book in 60 days. 
  4.         Write in series (not necessarily open-ended stories, but linked stories that have characters in common. Readers like series. They don't have to be about the same characters all the way through, as my Richard and Rose series was, but they can be stories that feature a set of characters, a situation or a "world." Or all three! Like the Nightstar series, where each story features a different member of the band.
  5.         Know the market. Read the books in your chosen genre, especially the best sellers, even if they make you grit your teeth. Someone loves them. Try to find something in common between that book and your writing, and you've discovered a marketing hook. As long as it's not too close. Mind you, you can make a lot of money with a derivative work, but where's the fun in writing that? And forget the past. Read what is selling NOW, not fifty years ago, or even three. For instance, the Pride and Prejudice mashups of two years ago are dead. Gone. There is still a trickle crawling out, but they're not selling half as well as they used to. If you're already in the market, and you're a market leader, then you can write more, because you've established your groove. Go you.
  6.         Put yourself about a bit, off and online. Go to conventions in the places you want to sell (eg I sell mainly  in the US, so I go there every year to a major conference). If readers and editors can put a face to the name, they're more likely to remember you and recognise your work. But see the rest of the points. If you're a lovely person, but you can't write for toffee, then you're still not going to get published, unless you do it yourself. 
  7.         Have a blog, and a website, and chat regularly on social media. Not always about your book. You have to know how boring that is, a one-note person. 
  8.        Produce professionally. Well edited content, “clean” manuscripts, don’t miss deadlines, and remember that publishers are in it for the money, not the glory. Give them something they can sell.
  9.         Don’t rely on one person or one thing for success. The market changes. Never put your career in the hands of one person or entity, whether it’s publisher, agent or outlet. You will eventually come to regret it. Believe me, I'm talking from hard-won experience here.
  10.        Never judge yourself on the standards of others. Your success is whatever you decide it is. And your sales aren’t a reflection of other people’s, especially in the romance market, where readers will buy half a dozen books a month, not just one. And they won’t all be yours.

You’re still not guaranteed success, of course, but those things will certainly increase the chances. 
Oh, and one more thing. If this doesn’t suit you, don’t listen to any of it. Writers are lemmings, and they will follow any trend they think will help them sell. Likely that the first and second writers will, the followers will make a bit and then there’s that long tail.

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Lots of news for March, 2014!

Here in the UK, spring is definitely on the way. After having come within a couple of streets of being flooded, the rain has receded, leaving some terrible devastation behind. But we’re here, safe and we still have all our bits intact, so we’ll soldier on.
This year is the anniversary of the outbreak of World War One, and there have been some fascinating programs on TV. I thought “The Great War” was a good one. But I’m not an expert in the period. Too tragic for me, I’m afraid. I know the Edwardian and inter-war period is popular, though, but I don’t think I’ll be writing books set at that time.
Although my emphasis recently has been on the history aspect.
I’ve been offered a contract from Samhain for the second of the “Even the Gods Make Love” series. You haven’t heard much about this because it’s a new venture, and I wanted to get everything ready and make sure everything was working. It’s working. Oh, how it’s working!
It’s a historical, based in my favourite period of the eighteenth century, and it features the Greek and Roman gods, who have been living among us all this time, in high society. It started when I read an article that said that in the eighteenth century, the aristocracy were gods, and that got me thinking. Not that all of them are, or that they know, but it’s a superb fit. It concerns the age-old fight between the Titans and the Olympians, but if I’d called the series “The Olympians” people would have thought it was about sports!
The first book, “Lightning Strikes” comes out in May, in time for RT Booklovers, so if you want to know more about it, do find me and chat. It’s a completely new concept and I’ve been bursting to talk about it. The gods aren’t all-powerful, they’re not even the same people they were years ago. The Olympians have long since accepted that free will is important, and that people should have the power to decide their own fates. The Titans are after ruling the world. Again.
The first book features Jupiter and the woman he falls deeply in love with, who has a brother she needs to keep away from their father. You can also read about Bacchus and Mercury. Bacchus is the subject of the new book I’ve just contracted, and you’ll forgive me jumping up and down and going “squee” a lot!

I’ve also signed a contract for the second in the Thorndykes series from Loose-Id. If you enjoyed “Dispossessed,” then the next book continues with Nathan’s story. A series about Talents who need to find sanctuary, or change their lives, the first trilogy is about three Regency rakes turned vampires or shape-shifters. That will be coming out later in the year.

The fifth Nightstar book, “Sail to the Moon” comes out on March 15th, but I’ll post a reminder to the group and my blog when that happens. That’s from Ellora’s Cave, if you want to pre-order. It’s Zazz’s story, and one that is dear to my heart. I love the members of this band like I love my family.

To round off the news for now, “Crystal Captive” is out with a much lower price and a new cover, but it’s the same book! In the future I want to continue the Dept 57 series, because there are several characters without a story of their own. I still get emails asking for Laurie’s story, for instance.

For that and everything else, don’t forget to check my website. I’ve redesigned it, or rather refined the existing design, so that it’s much easier to navigate and it’s so pretty now!


Crystal Captive

Laughing, she let him usher her out the front door of the house, where a limousine with shaded windows awaited them. The Citroën C6 was discreet, black, and undoubtedly expensive. The driver, a dark-haired, dour-looking man with sunglasses on got out to open the back door for them. Nicole gave him a smile, but Domenici didn’t spare him a glance. The driver took his place behind the wheel, and Domenici leaned against the leather-upholstered seat and kept his gaze on her.
Although she didn’t like being watched in that way, especially the way he heated her blood, she bore it and sat stiffly upright. Domenici chuckled before he leaned forward to press the button that erected the privacy screen between them and the driver. “Come here. I want to touch you.”
His low tones fired her, but she tried not to show it. She went into his arms and lifted her face for his kiss.
Cradled against his shoulder, she felt vulnerable and fragile, something she wasn’t used to feeling. She wasn’t sure she liked it. But she did like his kiss. Lingering, he took his time, tracing her lips with his tongue before he touched her jaw, urging it open so he could feast inside.
Nicole gave up and grasped his shoulder, which flexed powerfully in the cup of her hand.
He explored inside, searching and stroking. When she brought her tongue into play, caressing his in turn, his low groan found its way from his throat to hers, reverberating in harmony. Touching him like this, exchanging caresses, Nicole felt their rightness, their togetherness, but that little voice of reality inside reminded her that it was nothing of the kind. Ships in the night, strangers meeting to exchange lonely greetings, desperate for connection. At least, she was.
He lifted away but stayed close so she felt the heat of his breath on her damp lips. “You know what happens next, don’t you?”
“We go to dinner?” But when she raised her eyes to his, she saw no humor, no pleasant anticipation. Only gravity and serious intent.
“I’ll do my best to help you, but I wish you’d trusted me more.”
None of what he was saying made sense. She’d told him everything, all she knew. “I was supposed to flirt with you. Gary said to do everything necessary, but when I did it, when I saw you, I didn’t want to. You became human.”
“You weren’t just supposed to get an interview, though, were you?”
She sighed. That must be what he meant. “No. He wanted you to be a regular contact for the magazine.” She tried to keep the pleading out of her eyes, to just ask him. “Will you?”
“If I did that, how long would it be before I was found out?”
She bit her lip, but he moved closer and licked it. “Every time you do that, I want to soothe it better.” He smiled. “You’re not what I expected.”
“You expected me?”
“I thought you’d be harder, more predatory.”
“I should be. I usually am.”
He lifted her and settled her on his lap. She liked it there. His warmth, his obvious desire for her, made her wish to stay there. “Some of them have different personas, the ones they show or allow to be discovered, and the ones they keep to themselves. Some open themselves completely, and they’re the idiots.”
“Mmm.” She felt sleepy, her mind drifting.
“That’s it, baby. Go to sleep now. We’ll see what’s waiting for us on the other side, hmm?”
Mists drifted into her mind, and when she opened her eyes, trying for one last bit of awareness, she could have sworn she saw a curl of smoke in the air. She opened her eyes wider. Yes, she saw it. Not smoke, some kind of gas. No smoke without fire. Maybe it was fairy dust.
With that last, whimsical thought, Nicole gave up and slipped into unconsciousness.
Domenici settled Nicole more firmly on his lap and breathed the fumes deeply, just twice, then held his breath. He had to let them render him unconscious, but he wouldn’t stay that way for as long as they expected. Not long now, and he’d join her in oblivion. He checked and found the link with Esti Hart, Team Crystal’s resident Sorcerer. The link disturbed him, although he knew it necessary, but Domenici kept his inner self strictly alone and apart. Even being a member of a team made him feel uncomfortable. Relying on others made him paranoid.
Still, it was there, though as soon as this operation concluded, he wanted it removed or obliterated or whatever she did. It should be over soon, because this was it. He’d let the PHR put him under, knowing he’d come around and knowing that his team would track him down. Then he could do his job and obliterate the whole cell. He prayed that didn’t include the woman nestling so sweetly in his lap.

You can get Crystal Captive here:


Saturday, February 01, 2014

News for February, 2014

January blew itself out, all bluster and rain. What a month! Most of it in preparation for events that will happen later on this year, but it did see the release of Dispossessed, the first in the new Thorndykes series. I was super-thrilled to have this book out, as it features two of my favourite things; cowboys and Regency rakes!
And as always, thank you for helping to make the book such a success!
I’m working hard on the edits for the book due out from Samhain in May. This one features my favourite historical period, the Georgian era together with the classics. It’s a world I’ve worked very hard to get right, and it’s an idea I’ve been developing for a long time. More closer to the date!
I’ve been shopping. Well, it’s January! It looks as if most of the clothes I’m bringing to RT Convention later in the year will be black, but that’s partly because I had some spectacular jewellery for Christmas, and I really want to show it off. I’m a sucker for jewellery, but ask me if I want a Shourouk original or a classic diamond on a slim gold chain, and watch me make a beeline for the Shourouk. I really appreciate good design and Shourouk has been making lots of noise in the design community, with good reason.
So what’s next?
I’m working on the next book in the Samhain series, and the next one in the Thorndyke series. Also, look for the release of the next Nightstar book soon. I know a lot of people are waiting for Zazz’s story, and he’s almost ready for his spotlight.
There is also some exciting news in the offing, but I’ll put a zip over my mouth until it’s all sorted. Shouldn’t be long now!
Keep checking my website for the books, and please, don’t hesitate to contact me if you want to know anything.

And my email is
Lynne Connolly, author of sophisticated and sensual romance

News for January 2014


January blew itself out, all bluster and rain. What a month! Most of it in preparation for events that will happen later on this year, but it did see the release of Dispossessed, the first in the new Thorndykes series. I was super-thrilled to have this book out, as it features two of my favourite things; cowboys and Regency rakes!
And as always, thank you for helping to make the book such a success!
I’m working hard on the edits for the book due out from Samhain in May. This one features my favourite historical period, the Georgian era together with the classics. It’s a world I’ve worked very hard to get right, and it’s an idea I’ve been developing for a long time. More closer to the date!
I’ve been shopping. Well, it’s January! It looks as if most of the clothes I’m bringing to RT Convention later in the year will be black, but that’s partly because I had some spectacular jewellery for Christmas, and I really want to show it off. I’m a sucker for jewellery, but ask me if I want a Shourouk original or a classic diamond on a slim gold chain, and watch me make a beeline for the Shourouk. I really appreciate good design and Shourouk has been making lots of noise in the design community, with good reason.
So what’s next?
I’m working on the next book in the Samhain series, and the next one in the Thorndyke series. Also, look for the release of the next Nightstar book soon. I know a lot of people are waiting for Zazz’s story, and he’s almost ready for his spotlight.
There is also some exciting news in the offing, but I’ll put a zip over my mouth until it’s all sorted. Shouldn’t be long now!
Keep checking my website for the books, and please, don’t hesitate to contact me if you want to know anything.
Lynne Connolly, author of sophisticated and sensual romance

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Chemistry of Evil special offer for January!

 Start your new year with a bargain! To celebrate the release of Chemistry of Evil, for the month of January you can get this book for 99 cents only!
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Sophie Adams is engaged, but the second she sees sexy Evan Howell, she wants him. When her fiancé dumps her, Evan is there to catch her. And show her a passion she’d never dreamed of before, drawn from his dark experiments into sexual magick, a magick that has driven more than one man insane. Enthralled by the new world Evan introduces her to, Sophie wants more.
Evil follows them across the Atlantic. From Arthurian Cornwall to New York, Mordred, cursed son of King Arthur, stretches his evil influence to encompass Sophie, Evan and everyone they love. Evan has already lost his sister to Mordred and his supporters—he refuses to lose Sophie, too.
Evan, ex-convict hacker turned CIA computer genius for Department 57, explores the dark side of life. It will take all his skill to save Sophie from the danger threatening to take her over, body and soul. All his skill—in the bedroom as well as out of it.
Together, the three will embark upon a dance of danger, at the end of which there will be only two. . .or one. . .or none

Sophie hadn’t realized the true meaning of the phrase “burning eyes.” She did now. Hardly had she got to her feet when she found herself swept up into his arms. Holding her close Evan moved rapidly across the large living space in the direction of the staircase. She kept her gaze on his face, and saw the hunger there, reflecting the hunger she knew lay deep in her own eyes.
He laid her on the bed, and Sophie had a fleeting thought that it was as well no one had moved it, for he didn’t take his attention from her for a moment. Only then did he follow her down and take her in a deep kiss that robbed her of all reason. He propped himself on his elbows and stared down at her. “You want this? Really? Because, Sophie, if you stay in this bed tonight, you’re never going back to the other one unless it’s with me.”
“Oh yes,” she said.
“This morning you were stressed, and I was desperate. I knew I’d have to give you the choice next time. I couldn’t take it for granted. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, baby. A fairy covered in dirt, fresh from uncovering secrets hidden for centuries. I wanted to take you into the shower and wash every beautiful inch of you and then take you to bed to keep you warm. Now I know you better, I want a lot more than that.”
She saw the question in his eyes and knew it was reflected in her own. “I want this, Evan.”
He kissed her and caressed her body, long sweeps of his hands from her hips to her underarms and back again, cupping his hands to fill them with the curves of her bottom. She reciprocated, touching his back, feeling his muscles move and flex under her hands. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his pants, and heard his chuckle. “In a hurry, are we?” he teased, lifting himself on one elbow.
She replied with a smile. “You might say that.”
“Well, we’re here until Cristos tells us otherwise. We might as well make the most of it.” He glanced at her, and she smiled to show him she knew he wasn’t serious. He ran his hand along the buttons of her shirt, undoing them as he went.
She busied herself with his shirt. “Do you always do what Cristos tells you?”
“No.” His voice lowered to a dark purr. “But I don’t buck his authority just for the hell of it. The decision made sense.”
He had undone her shirt. She sat up so he could take it off her. She leaned forward and slipped his shirt down his arms so she could touch his chest. It was strong, with well-defined muscle, hot to her touch and lightly furred. “You feel good.” His indrawn gasp told her he enjoyed her caresses.
“So do you.” He opened her shirt and put his hands on her. She responded with shivering recognition. He felt right, his touch a welcome thing.
Sophie flinched with the extra sensitivity, as though her experiences that night had opened something new inside her. She needed this intimacy, with this man, as she had needed no one quite that way before. 

Monday, January 06, 2014

January news and a cover reveal!


Happy new year! Let’s make this year the best yet!
It was a weird year for me. The year of new beginnings, in a writing sense. The first in a new historical series comes out in the spring from Samhain, and next month, there’s a new book from Loose-Id, a spin-off from the Department 57 books.

And I have a cover reveal for you! I love this. It’s the first in a new series about a group of Talents working to save civilian Talents from the organisation PLR, which is intent on destroying them. They concentrate on the Talented version of the Witsec program, giving them new identities.
So what do you think? It’s Texan vampires!

Lucille attends a masquerade and meets a real-life Regency rake. A young vampire, she’s never met an old one like Jay before. Together, they burn up the night, but in the morning, danger threatens. They find Lucille's brother, badly hurt. The evidence is mounting: someone is trying to kill Lucille, and maybe Jay.

The threat sends Jay's possessive instincts into overdrive. At first he just wants to protect Lucille from her persecutors, the anti-vampire organization, the PLR. Yet, soon, it's not enough for him. With the help of an old friend, Jay plans to destroy the PLR, even though he knows even if he doestheir affair can’t last. He’s too old and jaded and she’s too young and fresh. Plus, with the danger threatening her life, she’ll have to use the Thorndyke network to escape, change her identity, and never come back. 

With Dept 57, I still have Laurie’s story to tell, and quite a few others! I want to tell the magician’s story, and the badass vampire who seems to know so much about Cristos.
However, there are continuations, too. The Nightstar series has three more books to go, and there are four new STORM books waiting in the wings. However, only one of them is written! The others are planned, contracted and I’ll be writing at least one in the first part of this year.
This month, the release is the Chemistry of Evil. It’s out now, and I kept this newsletter back so I could be sure it was up at all the outlets, or at least most of them. It’s been out before, twice. The first version, published by Triskelion, is very different to the second version, published by Loose-Id. I had a ball rewriting it the way I wanted it. This version is the LI version, but cheaper. For January, it’s 99 cents, and is going up to £3.99 in February. So if you have the Triskelion version, it’s worth a look, but if you have the LI version, you probably don’t want to buy this one again. New cover, though!
I can’t tell you how good this book has been to me. It was my first paranormal romance, my first contemporary, introducing me to a genre that I still love to write.
The Amazon link is
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I just got word that “Brutally Beautiful,” which was one of my most popular books from last year, is going into print! Exciting!
There’s a brand new release in February, so stay tuned for that!