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Rachael Slate resides on the West Coast of Canada with her husband and two children—or as she likes to call them, her own little blended world. One of the best parts about sharing in her husband’s Chinese-Malaysian culture is definitely the food—and the awesome celebrations!
Rachael writes stories that blend the lines between mythology, reality, and fantasy. In her worlds, you’ll encounter strong, sexy alpha males and the capable women who challenge them. And always, scorching hot romance.
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Title: Moon Borne (Halcyon Romance Series, #1)
Release Date: October 13th, 2015
She’ll either enslave his heart…or tear it out.
As an Amazon warrior, a slave is the last thing Kyme would ever willingly become. At least before the slaver Arsenius threatens her sisters. To protect them, she agrees to be his captive and plans to slit his throat the moment she gets the chance. Though she’s determined to hate Arsenius, the unexpected kindness of his touch and the growing passion between them stay her knife. He’s a man so dangerous she just might dare to trust him.
He’s endured every torture, except the one that could actually break him.
For Arsenius, his mission was simple—capture and deliver one of the fiercest Amazon warriors, Kyme. In exchange, he’ll receive the location of the sister he’s spent years searching for. But Kyme’s selfless dedication to the goddess Artemis entrances him. Her pure existence is so different from his dark past and the bleak life he now leads. When Kyme becomes master and his heart the slave, nothing will stop Arsenius from failing his mission.
Sometimes, the surest path to freedom is forged in ecstasy…
Possessing Kyme as his slave isn’t enough. Arsenius wants more. When the gods intervene, they’ll risk more than their duty to the past to be together…Yet never has surrender been so sweet.
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Interview with Author Rachael Slate
1. Tell us a little about yourself and your background.
My name is Rachael Slate and I write scorching hot fantasy romance. I have two series out, my Chinese Zodiac Romance Series and my Halcyon Romance Series. Each one is a unique twist on mythology (Chinese and Greek, respectively).
2. What do you plan to publish next?
The next standalone novella in my Chinese Zodiac Romance Series, Match Me Later, in fall 2015. Plus many more books for both series in 2016!
3. How did you start writing romance?
After my children were born, I began devouring romance books. I fell so in love with the genre that I desperately wanted to try my hand at it. I’ve been hooked ever since!
4. What was your path to getting this book written and published?
The first thing I did after I wrote my first romance was join RWA and their online chapter, FTHRW. The romance writers I’ve met have been incredibly supportive and encouraging. I’ve met so many critique partners who helped me to learn the craft of writing. The entire process of self-publishing has been an empowering journey and I’m very lucky to have the support of so many people around me.
5. What genre would you place your books into?
Fantasy romance. Whether contemporary (like my Chinese Zodiac Romance Series) or historical (like my Halcyon Romance Series), I love fantasy romance!
6. What made you decide to write that genre of book?
I adore mythology and find huge inspiration in exploring other cultures.
7. What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Join an organization like RWA and find other writers. They will guide and inspire you.
8. What is your favorite motivational saying?
I have a picture of my kids on my wall that says “Live Love Laugh”
9. Do you have a certain routine you have for writing?
I have to have music to write! And coffee. Coffee definitely helps J
10. Aside from writing, what are your hobbies?
Running, baking, and reading of course.
Kyme’s ire, which had been momentarily quelled by the battle, flared again. She wasn’t used to answering to anyone, other than her commander. After a good fight, no one ever questioned her actions or demanded to know where she was. The knot in her gut that had twisted since her capture tightened.
Was this how it would feel to be a slave? To never savor freedom again? She’d rather die. Give her a warrior’s death and she would rest happily in Elysium. But the life of a slave? Considering her near immortality, it would be a very long indenture indeed.
She craved nothing more at this moment than to retrieve her swords and slice the slaver open. Ignoring the straining of her lungs, she dove even deeper. The icy water stung her body but cleared her mind. She forced her thundering pulse to calm. Killing the slaver would achieve nothing except burying forever the identity of the one pulling his strings.
Her reasoning sobered her enough that as she surfaced, she had removed the malice from her heart. Most of it.
The second she lifted her gaze and spotted him swimming toward her, an unfamiliar ache flared in her core. Forbidden longing fanned through her body and burrowed into her heart.
Son of Ares, you are breathtaking. Those muscles were rippling and bulging from the after-effects of the fight. He appeared even larger. His grey eyes were fierce, smoldering like the banked embers of a fire.
Her lust for blood was sated, her lust for him not even close. As she surveyed him a most unwelcome hunger consumed her being. Gods, but the male was perfection. Never had she been so tempted.
Battles always left her a little amorous. She’d learned to temper her unbidden, dangerous passion with purposeful activities. Like sharpening swords, or as now, washing in cold water. Unfortunately, even the cool spring waters of the Aegean Sea weren’t enough to compete with the heat one look from the slaver flared within her.
Unwilling to hand him any control, she dove under and swam to the Adrasteia. As she grasped the ladder, the hairs on her neck rose. Slowly, she twisted around. Placing one arm on either side of her, above her head, he embraced her with the heat of his body. He closed the distance between them, forcing her against the ship’s hull.
His gaze, fiercely intent on hers, burned into her. As he tilted his head, his mouth inched toward hers. Would he kiss her? She ran her tongue along her bottom lip. She’d never been kissed; her vow ensured she’d never had the chance.
A tremble coursed through her and she cursed herself for being so weak. Cowardly in the allurement of this glorious male.
Their faces mere inches apart, she could almost taste him. All she need do was press forward a fraction and those sultry wet lips would be upon hers. Would his kiss be brutal and hard, or soft and gentle? Of exploration or claiming? The frenzied fever inside Kyme tore through her, and still she quivered. Sweet Artemis, how she yearned for his kiss, yet how terrified she was of her desire.
She closed her eyes and prayed he would make the decision for her. He seemed to know exactly the game he played. If only he would let her in on the rules.
He leaned in closer, steering his face to the side instead of claiming her mouth. His rough cheek pressed against hers, and she shivered as his hot breath evaporated off her cool skin. A moan escaped her. The slaver growled in masculine triumph. How dare he tease her so? How dare he be able to control himself with such ease when she longed to unleash the wildness inside her?
She was a grown woman, no doubt three or four times his age. If she craved his kiss, she ought to claim his mouth. Any other Amazon would. Yet she had no words to explain what he was doing to her, or what she craved. She was strangely shy. Her age made her inexperience worse. She was a very old maid indeed.
Such was the price of her loyalty to Artemis. She didn’t mind most of the time.
Now was not most of the time.
As she contemplated what to do, the slaver’s lips grazed her neck with the lightest of brushes before he pushed off and swam away.
Not only had he enflamed her fury, her entire body engulfed in those forbidden flames, incandescent with a need which would never be fulfilled.
She clenched her fists and envisioned them gripping her knives.
Sooner or later, slaver, you’ll pay for this.
Thanks so much for sharing! <3
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