Paranormal Romance: Because Some of Us Can’t Live in the Real World 24/7

MercuryRising_200x300Guest blog by Rebekah Lewis, author of Mercury Rising

Hi everyone! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rebekah Lewis, and (as you probably guessed from the title of my post) I write paranormal romance. (and if you want to know more about my books, please visit my website at www.rebekah-lewis.com) The series I am working on now is called The Cursed Satyroi, which is about satyrs. But, for the record, they aren’t “half goat” despite the fact that when not glamoured they sport some cloven hooves. What? Everyone has their issues.

I figured out at a young age that paranormal and horror were going to be my book genres of choice. In elementary school I devoured Scary Stories to Read in the Dark and R.L Stine’s Goosebumps. By Middle School, I had graduated to Fear Street and Christopher Pike. Sure I tried to read other popular books at the time, but I think the only Babysitter’s Club book I owned was Dawn’s Ghost. What can I say, I had a fondness for the creepy. (Suddenly hoofed heroes are starting to make sense to you all now and you think I am a weirdo. That’s fair.)

I wrote my first short story in seventh grade about a ghost named Samantha that murdered fictionalized versions of my classmates. It was a Halloween themed story for my English Class. Despite the content, I got an A and my teacher encouraged me to keep writing. So I did, and I would write short stories for my close friends to be amused by. In college, I took two Creative Writing classes, but was disappointed that we weren’t allowed to use supernatural themes in our stories. I reluctantly wrote a historical piece about a Viking, which went on to be featured in the campus’ literary publication. My second piece I cheated a bit and used elements found in scary stories for a non-paranormal. My class mates loved it. It was a contemporary piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to write it without horror elements, even if it wasn’t a scary story. Why? Because I just love the drama, I am comfortable there, and it is natural for me to write that way.

I have nothing against contemporary stories, or historical, or sci-fi, etc. In fact, I may write those genres in the future for all I know, but paranormal is what I enjoy. While I am a horror fan, it doesn’t need to be scary. It’s the element of wonder to something that is not average. Something that can’t be found in real life. It’s an added layer of escapism. Not only that, but it can become a metaphor or analogy for other issues in the story, and by giving them a physicality or a presence, they then can bring the issue to the surface in a way that sometimes gets lost or is too emphasized without it.

For example, my satyrs have a physical deformity from their curse. They didn’t always have hooves or horns, but they had to learn to live with these things. They don’t like them. They want to be human again, and have to use magic to hide their true appearance to be among regular people. Everyone has something they don’t like about themselves: weight, height, eye color, their nose, their boobs, their thighs. There is something. In the end, the satyr appearance is like that, just more extreme. The difference is they can change it if they break the curse, but not all of them will and they have to learn to live with it. They have to find a lover that can handle their imperfections and not judge them by it. Paranormal isn’t all about the strange and unusual, but about finding ways to bring about the human condition in a different way.

In my current release, the god Hermes runs into an old flame, a goddess ruled by hubris who cannot admit to her own mistakes out loud and therefore cannot apologize outright. His issues is can he forgive and forget or will it bring too much pain to be with someone with her condition?

Do you have a preferred genre of reading or writing? Why does it call to you more than the others?
SONY DSCBio: Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.

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Book Blurb:

Nymphs in peril, obsessive gods, females who literally cannot admit when they’re wrong, and unruly satyrs. Just another typical day for Hermes.

When Zeus refuses to demand Apollo release Daphne from captivity in Olympus, the only option left is for Hermes to free the nymph himself. A simple task for a god with his skillset, but risking the wrath of Apollo never went well for anyone.

However, imprisoned nymphs aren’t distraction enough when a former flame crashes back into Hermes’ life. It’s been a long time since he laid eyes on Hybris, and the timing couldn’t be worse. As the goddess of hubris, she has many quirks—such as being incapable of apologizing. And no matter how much she tries to assure him she can be trusted, the memory of her betrayal remains.

As they formulate a plan to rescue Daphne, Hermes soon suspects no threat is greater than the tribulations of the heart.

Don’t miss the first part of The Adventures of Hermes, a companion series to The Cursed Satyroi.

Buy: Mercury Rising (The Adventures of Hermes Book 1)

Excerpt:

“I don’t have time for this, Hy. I have things to do. Important things.” A promise made to a satyr, one Hermes intended to keep. A damsel in distress. Heroics and all.

Hybris yawned. “Yeah. I see. Meandering around California and swimming at the beach is a matter of life or death.”

Shaking his head, he opened the glass door into the house. He attempted to shut it behind him, but she shoved past. Hermes made an extensive effort not to notice she still smelled like pomegranates.

He failed.

“Well, I was waiting for Zeus to summon me before you showed up with your judgy…judginess.” He closed the door and turned back to find her relaxing on his couch, despite her soaking wet clothing. Rude.

She studied her nails. “And did he?”

“Not yet.”

“Then you aren’t doing anything important.” Her gaze flicked down to his groin. “Yet.” Standing, Hybris advanced toward him.

“No. Oh, no, no, no. No.” Hermes rocketed away and hovered out of her immediate reach. “We are so not going there again. Not this time. Not this day. Not happening.” Was she for real? After all she’d done, she wanted sex from him?

Unsure if his ego or her influence on his personal hubris affected him, a warm smugness took hold. He’d always been cocky, but she could bring it out to the maximum.

“And why not? I’m a beautiful woman, you desire me, and you have an open schedule. Take off your pants and pleasure me.”

Buy: Mercury Rising (The Adventures of Hermes Book 1)

Pegasus’ Top Ten Ways to Ruin Ariston’s Day

UndertheSatyrMoon_200x300Rebekah Lewis is the author of the Cursed Satyroi series. The second book, Under the Satyr Moon comes out April 11!

Every hero needs obstacles to get around when trying to win the heroine’s heart. For Ariston, one of his biggest hurdles is trying to find alone time with Lily without her “chaperone” getting in the way. So I asked Pegasus what were the best ways to irritate Ariston, and these were the results. He knew only too well how to push Ariston’s buttons, and enjoyed doing it!

  1. Biting. Probably the most direct way, but efficient.
  2. Pushing between him and Lily when they try to make out.
  3. Not being around when actually needed to be around. Ariston is so amusing when he’s mad.
  4. Nomming all the apples. No apples for Ariston! Mwa ha ha ha!
  5. Breaking down the door. (Pegasus likes to make a grand entrance)
  6. Being a Peeping Tom at all hours of the day and night. Got to keep an eye on those frisky rascals!
  7. Having Lily take his side in all things, and watching Ariston’s face turn red when she tells him off for saying something unkind. BTW, Ariston, Pegasus says grass is NOT his favorite food ever. Just sayin’.
  8. Flapping his wings and getting dirt in Ariston’s eyes. Petty, but satisfying.
  9. Keeping Ariston from getting laid, but not denying his own stud-ly ways in the mean time. The lady horses fawn at his hooves.
  10. Simply be present, in his point of view, giving him the ole’ stink eye.  Day ruined. In 0.5 seconds. Mission accomplished.

So there you have it. Straight from the horse’s mouth…well, kinda.

Do you think it is wrong for Pegasus to torment Ariston, or does he deserve it?

Blurb:

The only cure to the satyr curse is a nymph. When Ariston finds one spying on him, can he win her over?

Under the Satyr Moon a curse was wrought, and under the same moon shall it be reversed…if the Fates allow.

A freelance photography job goes downhill fast when Lily Anders’ boyfriend dumps her and disappears from the campsite, leaving her stranded in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Feeling lost, heartbroken, and afraid, Lily follows a mysterious melody through the wilderness. She never would have guessed the source of the music would reveal that legendary figures of Greek mythology really existed, and she could be one of them.

Ever since he was cursed, Ariston has only wanted one thing—to be human again. He has searched the globe for a nymph to free him, but over three thousand years of failure has pushed him into a life of solitude. Ariston believes he’s finally found the salvation he’s longed for when he catches Lily spying on him in the forest. Unfortunately, he has to convince her to like him first.

What seems to be the Fates bringing them together in time for the Satyr Moon proves to be an elaborate scheme with macabre intentions. Dionysus has sent Ariston’s estranged brother, Adonis, to ensure the curse cannot be broken, and nothing tosses cold water over the flame of seduction like a twin seeking vengeance.

Buy: Under the Satyr Moon

Excerpt:

“Oh God. Oh God. I’m hallucinating, probably have a fever, and I need to get out of here now.” She nodded as she said the last word as if it finalized her babbling, confirming an inner argument of some sort.

“I don’t think you’re suffering any ailments. You can keep gawking at me all you like. Although, I would prefer if you looked a little higher than my feet.” Much more impressive, that. At least, no one had ever complained before.

She made a derogatory noise in the back of her throat. “Please tell me you’re some D&D nerd in a really well-made costume and you mean me no harm. Also, if you have a cell phone, I would really appreciate it if you don’t take my previous comment personally and let me borrow it for a moment.” Ah, well, that solved one of his concerns; if she had no phone, she couldn’t have sent evidence or contacted anyone about what she’d seen. Unless, of course, she had a camera stashed somewhere. I should probably frisk her to find out.

He crossed his arms. “This is not a costume.” Ariston narrowed his eyes, a thought occurring to him. “I didn’t sense you being attracted by my song like I did the blonde. Are you a magical being? Who are you? A deity? A demigoddess?” He was on to something there, but wasn’t sure what. Had she brought the freak thunderstorm the night before? There had been no sign of rain, yet rained it had. And hailed on top of it.

“Right… Maybe you should let me hold that phone I mentioned before. I think it could bring help for both of us.”

“I don’t have a phone on me. Where would I put it? In my leg hair?” He lifted a hoof and waved it in a counterclockwise motion. Brunette’s eyes widened once more. Why did everyone get all worked up over the hooves, but not the horns? Those mostly received a pffft reaction followed by a series of retorts about his nature of “horniness.” It’s not like he would start making goat noises and chewing on buttons. The only part of his anatomy of any real importance hung heavily between his legs, and that was as human as any mortal man. Except he liked to think he was better endowed.

“In your, uh, gun holster?” Brunette pointed to his panpipes.

“What about it?” Ariston asked.

“You asked where you would put a cellphone. There is a large pocket on your strappy purse thingy.” She nibbled her full bottom lip, an act that shot fire to his groin.

“It’s not a purse. How could you even say that? It’s very manly.”

“Uh huh. Of course.”

“It is.” The twinge of lust faded out as he noticed the blood spotted bandage across the palm of her hand. “How were you injured?” Ariston took an unconscious step toward her. He had medical supplies at the cabin. Though he healed at phenomenal speeds, his blood still made a mess when it flowed on the wrong side of his skin. He could patch her up in no time.

She glanced at her palm, almost surprised to see the bandage there. Then she shook her head and said, “Yeah, this is the weirdest conversation ever. Sorry, but…gotta dash.” She darted off in the opposite direction. As she sprinted away, stinging drops of water began to bombard his skin. Brunette had to be the one manipulating the rain, but how? What was she? It must be linked to her emotions somehow, and it made him wonder what had happened to provoke the furious assault from the elements the night before.

Ariston snapped out of his stupor and chased after her. “Hey, not so fast!” A thought started taking root in his mind. He’d been excited about her before, but if he was right… Gods, he couldn’t let her escape. Not if there was a chance.

Brunette was magical in nature, affecting the elements. The timing was too good to be true. Ariston had sought one of her kind for as long as he’d been a satyr, and if she turned out being a nymph, she was also his savior. Unfortunately, his salvation continued putting distance between them. She may have the upper hand in the rain, but he knew the forest well. He’d capture her like the legends of old, and she’d be his. Mine!

She had revealed herself to him. Perhaps not intentionally, yet she had. All he needed was Brunette to desire him enough to take him as a lover under the Satyr Moon. He smiled. Ariston was rusty when it came to true seduction, without the use of magic, but he enjoyed a challenge. He could be free, mortal, could finally have a family, grow old, and live a normal human life.

Buy: Under the Satyr Moon

SONY DSCBio: Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed in a world of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.

For more info about Rebekah Lewis, visit www.Rebekah-Lewis.com

Buy: Wicked Satyr Nights, and Under the Satyr Moon

Excerpt of Wicked Satyr Nights by Rebekah Lewis

BP4thannivBannerBlurb for Wicked Satyr Nights :

Some creatures want to be found.

When Dr. Katerina Silverton travels into the Pine Barrens to make a documentary on the Jersey Devil, she doesn’t believe she will find evidence of anything supernatural. However, Kat soon finds herself face-to-face with the very creature she was sent into the forest to capture on film.

In Ancient Greece, the god Pan made a terrible mistake which resulted in the creation of a race of immortal satyrs. Centuries later, he lives secluded in the Pine Barrens, frightening the mortals by taking the guise of an abhorrent local monster. When a beautiful woman shows up in his forest looking for proof of his existence, Pan can’t resist revealing himself to her.

But outside forces may be manipulating them both, pushing them together for nefarious reasons. Kat must decide if she could learn to love a satyr or if his appearance is more than she can handle. Can she resist Pan’s wicked nature, or will she give into the temptations beyond her wildest fantasies?

Excerpt:

Buy: Wicked Satyr Nights (The Cursed Satyroi)

Wicked Satyr NightsHe flapped his leathery wings, and gaining air, Pan swooped down in front of Rick first, shielding himself from the camera lens as he did. The footage would show no visible evidence of him to make believers out of the humans who would view it. As with the first time he toyed with them, he knew sound effects could be easily added from an unseen location, so he wasn’t worried about being heard.

Cindy noticed the threat to her husband and shined the light in his eyes, hoping to blind him. He couldn’t blame her for not knowing he wasn’t a mere animal to be deterred by such a feeble attempt. His eyes adjusted easily to any location and most levels of brightness or darkness. But since he was going for dramatic…

He used his wing to slap the spotlight out of her hands. It skidded across the dirt road with a loud clatter. The light flickered once, twice, dimmed and finally went dead. The moon cast enough light to outline the individuals present, but offered little more than that. Cindy took a few steps back and tripped, landing hard on her ass. She immediately began scrambling backward, attempting to regain her footing.

Rick stepped in front of her, shielding her. He hadn’t shut down the camera, but slowly he set it down, probably hoping the beast before him was too stupid to realize what a camera was. Keeping his hands out in nonthreatening gesture, Rick slowly stood up and began to back away. He remained between Pan and Cindy. How very noble.

Pan smiled, though in this form it likely appeared as a snarl. Pushing off from the ground once more, he knocked Rick to the ground, causing Cindy to tumble back down as well. Neither concerned him.

With a gust of air, he pushed upward, flapping his wings as he gained height. The trees made it difficult, but he maneuvered through them like he’d been born to fly. He glided under a low branch toward Katerina.

She dropped to the ground as he went over her head, dodging him. His adrenaline shot through his system, almost as invigorating as an orgasm in itself. He was pleased she wasn’t going to be caught easily. The hunt would make the capture so much more satisfying.

Katerina was almost to the van when Pan landed on the top of the vehicle and perched in front of her like a gargoyle, crouched with one hand on the edge of the roof. His wings folded and towered above him as he leered down at her, sizing her up. She stared up at him, mouth open in a scream that provided no sound. He watched as a tear streaked down her face, and he felt it like a sucker punch to the gut.

She was terrified of him. He stood no chance with her now, and he knew it. However, if he gave up and let her go, she’d flee the area and give up her film. She should flee and leave the area. It was the best thing for her to do. The only thing that would keep her safe from his lecherous thoughts.

No. She is mine.

The last time he’d felt a strong connection to someone, he’d let her slip through his fingers and into the path of harm before he could see if anything more could have blossomed between them. Not again. Fuck waiting to see why she was here. He wasn’t going to let her leave or stand by as something happened to her.

Never again.

Buy: Wicked Satyr Nights (The Cursed Satyroi)

Bio: Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature.  She has worked as both a content editor and cover artist for epublishers, and still does. Always feeling the need to be creative, she  can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat.

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