Friday, August 10, 2018

#FF #CreeStorm #NewRelease #Spotlight Confidence in a Mate, Cackle Lands 2 @shannonihayes @creestorm79

Confidence In A Mate

Cackle Lands 2


Blurb:

Cal wanted to rescue his parents, however when he discovers everyone from the leader of his Cackle to his brother and even his own mate were plotting to leave without him he feels beyond hurt…he feels betrayed and leaving is the only answer.
Jackson is devastated. He can’t eat. He can’t drink. He can’t sleep. His mate is gone and he isn’t any good to anyone. Discovering his mate is living with the Cackle next to his own sparks a life in him he had not had before. He knows he cannot go onto those lands without express permission by their leader but there is no time. He had to get to Cal and beg his mate for forgiveness. He had to put his life on the line. Cal was his and Jackson intended to bring him home or die trying.

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   Cal stood there, swiping at the tears, “They are my parents, damn it. I have a right to help free them. I’m not an airhead diva. Damn you all! Just fucking, Damn you all! I might have expected this from Or, and maybe even Warren, but not you, and damn sure not the man who keeps saying he’s my mate.”
   “It’s because you’re my mate that I didn’t want you involved, Cal.” Jackson said from behind Cal.
Cal turned around to see everyone standing there. His eyes focused on Jackson. Shaking his head.      
   “Mates stick together. There is nothing you won’t say or do to keep your mate happy and well loved. Nothing and no one will ever be as important to you as your true mate. You will never be more loved, nurtured, and cared for by your mate. You will want for nothing…”
   “As long as you and your true mate are together.” Miller finished saying.
Cal shook his head, disappointment in every man in the room around him had his heart breaking.    
   “Your sniffer has to be as broken as mine, Jackson. There is no way we are true mates.”
   “Cal, there is nothing wrong with my sense of smell. You are my mate.” Jackson insisted.
Shaking his head, Cal said, “If that’s true, then you wouldn’t have dismissed what I have to offer, and if that doesn’t convince you then how about this? Consider our mating denied. I will have nothing to do with someone who has no faith in me.”
   “It’s because you are my mate I don’t want you put in danger. This is not going to be easy or safe for any of us. It is inevitable that people are going to die, I don’t want you being one of them.” Jackson argued.
   Cal sighed still shaking his head, whispering, “Oh Jackson, you forget something very important about true mates.”
   “I forget nothing. It is the job of a true mate to keep his partner safe and alive.” Jackson stated firmly.
   Nodding, Cal replied, “True, but you forget… as long as your true mate breathes, so shall you, but if anything were to happen to him and he stops breathing, so shall you.”
   “Exactly. That’s why I don’t want you anywhere near this mission. I want you to keep breathing.” Jackson stated in that dead tone voice.
    Cal gave him a sad smile, “But what you forget is that if I am your true mate, then that makes you mine. Therefore, going or not, my life is already threatened. If you die, I die too, wherever you are.    
   At least if I was by your side I would have a fighting chance.”
Jackson’s eyes widened as his mouth opened in that “Oh” shape. Cal could tell he had never even given that a thought. It was too late now. Cal had always said, he was not about to stay
where he was not wanted. Looking at Orion, Cal said, “Thank you for giving me asylum when I had nowhere else to go. However, I think it’s time I went.”
   “Cal, no!” Miller shouted.
Jackson drew in a sharp breath and before he could say another word, Cal turned, “I’ll be leaving in ten minutes. I’ll be out of your territory in less than half an hour. Good luck on your mission.”    
   Turning to Miller, Cal quietly said, “If you get mom and dad out of there, tell them I’m sorry. Tell them I love them. Tell them… Tell them I wish I could have done something to help.”
With those words Cal went back to his room, grabbed his stuff, and left. He was halfway up the lane when he shifted and started to make his way off Trident land. Away from his brother, his mate, and any future joy he may have had.




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I was born in Fort Knox, Kentucky. I’m a military brat that travelled a bit overseas and throughout many parts of the United States. I finally settled in Las Cruces, New Mexico, where I eventually got married and then divorced. I was blessed with two fantastic sons. As they grew up and became young men chasing their dreams, I felt that maybe now was the time for me to do the same. That’s when I started writing. Never in a million years did I expect to meet the most wonderful man in the world, move to Quebec, Canada, and get married. However, that is exactly what happened. JP has introduced me to things like; canoeing, snowmobiling, four wheeling, and has taken me to some of the most beautiful locations. Ones that I had only ever seen on a computer or read about in books. I may miss my mountains and my boys, but have discovered that when you work towards your dreams, the future can be one filled with happiness and love. My boys are only a plane ride away, and Skype is a glorious thing. So I say, on to my next adventure…don’t be shocked to find it in one of my books.

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Monday, October 9, 2017

#MondayBlogs #Control #mentalhealth #bipolardisorder #ThougthsAndObservations @shannonihayes


Control

It's a funny thing. An illusion we have, something we all feel we need to attain. Control over ourselves, our environment, our children, each other. It's a scale that slides. I mean think about it, when you are a child, you have no control over your environment, you have no choices that are yours, I mean not really, not unless you had some really progressive parents, and then even if you did it was all an illusion, because if your decisions weren't the same super liberal drivel they were spouting then you were cast off as a child and ignored.

So what did you do? You played, probably with friends or maybe by yourself, but somebody paid for how you were treated at home, some toy got mangled, some kid was the villain in the story for the day so you could be the hero. So you could have CONTROL. That's where it started. For a lot of  us at least. *Shrugs* Or maybe not. Maybe it's just me.

My mother, oh, talk about a person with control issues, on top of issues. She has always been a trigger for me. A hot button that can destroy my mood in a moments notice by simply being in the same room, hell I'm hundreds of miles from her and she still grates me. So my solution? I no longer talk to her. It's working out... mostly. Some days I miss her, then I remember how toxic our relationship is, and I know that the truth is we are both better off apart. That is me controlling my environment in the strictest way I know I can.

Why does this matter? What's this got to do with anything? Hell if I know, I just felt the usually once in the while compulsion to write to you people. I think I'm going to try to do it more often. Maybe it will help. See, I've been living on my own since May, and while I've got a great friend that I talk to everyday, I've lost a few along the way. Hurts run deep, but I'm in process. I've grieved the relationships gone. I'm working on doing more for me.

I'm wrapped too damn tightly, and need to unravel a bit, but how much is too much when you're set like a trap with a slice of cheese and you also happen to be the mouse?

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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Fated Binds #Release #Blitz #BDSM #LGBTQ @DNSBookoholics @shannonihayes



Fated
Binds
by S.I. Hayes
Release
Blitz
LGBTQ, BDSM
Erotic Paranormal Romance 

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Blurb:
Vampire
Prince falls in love with raven haired beauty from afar…

Scratch
that, this is not your mamma’s paranormal romance.

At
Grigori University there is a different kind of student body. The Deviant
Class. They are the things that kept you awake in the night; the dreams that
held you close. From the Vampires to Dragon born, Purebloods and half, there is
tension as they are pushed into the laps of human society.

Keegan
Teague is a vampire Lord, a prince amongst his kind and the integration is his
project, all was going well, until he is blindsided by a woman.

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CHAPTER -  KEEGAN
 
         
I watched her as she stared off into the space
between the blackboard and the clock. This raven haired beauty that had chewed
through more than a dozen pens in class in just a couple of weeks. I have been
wondering just what has the girl so frustrated. I have also wondered what it
would be like if she wrapped those well glossed lips around my cock rather than
that plastic pen cap. Sitting in the back of the lecture hall with the rest of
the deviant class I can watch her, but she’s not ready. Not yet. But soon…
Ahh... the opening spring lecture.

        
“Grigori University is a special kind of school. After the Great
Unveiling in the early 21st century we Otherkind have lived in relative peace
with the humans. Sharing our technology, and of course donating our dead to the
sciences has kept governments at bay, and Grigori is one of North Eastern
America’s leading mixed schools. It took some rallying to get us here. But it’s
been two years and so far we haven’t had any riots so there’s always that to
write home to mom and dad about.”

              A scattering of laughter filled
the room and the raven haired girl looked back over her shoulder, her eyes
scanning the darkness of the high seats, until I felt them settle for an
instant on me. My heart raced at the thought that she may have finally noticed
me as I’ve noticed her. Hunger filled the pit of my stomach; I had to close my
eyes to hide the glow that would have startled the room. When I opened them
again her glance had moved on and I was left feeling lonely.



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Shannon (S. I.) Hayes has been telling tales for so long as she
has been able to talk, and began writing them down shortly thereafter.
The 
In Dreams... Series, The
Roads trilogy, began in 2006 after a D&D campaign ended, Hayes took the
world and a series was created. It took five years as she spent many months at
a time in an undiagnosed Bi-Polar fog. In 2010, she finally found the help she
needed and she has been writing feverishly ever since. Shannon is the Co-Author
of  
Awakenings: The Wrath Saga. She has several blogs and maintains her own website. S.I.Hayes.com.
In her own words... I have a mind that is easily distracted and
prone to wandering. Tangents are my forte, and if you think my characters are
going to fit a cookie cutter shape of any kind, think again. They live, they
love, they eat, sleep, and fuck. I believe that people are inherently sexual
creatures and my characters, be they human or something altogether else, are no
exception.
I don't adhere to a single genera, I toe the line on several and
wouldn't presume to be a master of any. So I suppose you could call me
jack-of-all-trade-paperbacks.
I am a truth seeker, in my life, in my work. I’d apologize for it,
but I kinda can't help m’self. It's my best and worse personality trait, well
mostly. Being Bi-Polar I guess you could say that is the worst. But I believe
that the disorder has made me, well... Me.
I have taken this life and twisted, carved, shaped, and molded it
into the worlds of my characters. Albeit with a chainsaw, and it has made all
the difference.

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