Sunday, October 30, 2016

Excerpt Sunday - Behind the Mask (Tangled Bonds book 2)

"I think we have a problem."
My stomach tightened to knots. My mind blanked. No. I couldn't do this.
"There's someone here to see you."
I didn't see that coming.
"There are two men downstairs."
"The police?"
Slowly, the fuzziness cleaned out, though the tiredness remained. I heard the hesitation in his voice, felt the tension in his body.
"I don't understand." I tried to drag myself to a sitting position. A thousand needles stabbed my flesh. My breath caught in my chest. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes.
"Easy. Take it easy."
"What's going on?"
"I told you, we have company."
"Where is Sari? Stefan?"
Chris hesitated and the caressing halted for a second.
"Sari is not here. not happy about the visitors."
And then I heard it. The low growling of werewolves coming from downstairs, muted by the hardwood floors between us. Oh crap.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Excerpt Sunday

Seeing how I have somehow neglected the blog in the past several months, I'm launching Excerpt Sunday, when you will get exclusive excerpts of my work in progress and all sorts of updates about my writing. So, without further ado, here is an exclusive, unedited excerpt of my new WIP, Dom for Hire.

Drawn by the sound of the sounds of the play, Wes wandered closer to the edge of the landing, from where he could see the show below. The crowd was gathered around the central area of the floor, leaving a lot of space for the two protagonists to get their kink on. It wasn’t often that a pair of players attracted so much attention. Seeing the scene, the beauty of the sub lying on the table, Wes could understand why.

The sub, in his twenties from what Wes could tell, was lying on his back on a wooden table. His wrists were bound above his head and secured with a chain by one of the multitude of metal hoops adorning the walls that served more than decoration purposes. His legs, clad in loose black pants, were spread and tied by the feet of the table. His back was arched and even from a distance, Wes noticed the play of muscle, the tension in his torso as more hot wax was poured on his chest. It burned and dried up in a random pattern across the skin, only to be removed by a swift flick of a flogger. The sub trashed against the bonds, and, though Wes couldn’t be sure, he thought he heard him gasp. More wax was poured, followed immediately by another sweep of the leather.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Release Day and Exclusive Excerpt blitz – Sunchaser by Beryll & Osiris Brackhaus

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Smilodon Pride, Book Two

Genre: Paranormal, Adventure
Length: Novel


Roan has pretended to be a human for long enough. He needs to get out of town and roam the land, as any proper werecat should.
The last thing he wants is his conscience insisting he should save an abused werewolf from a traveling circus first. The very last thing he expects is the local sheriff’s daughter having the exact same idea – and beating him to the punch.
Their rescue goes spectacularly wrong, and suddenly Roan, Betsy and their crippled wolf find themselves fleeing across the US for the Mexican border, chased by the police and vengeful circus fey alike.
Sunchaser is a non-romance, road-movie-ish urban fantasy adventure novel about a werecat drifter, a wide-eyed human girl and a defective werewolf learning that sometimes, family really is the ones you didn’t pick.
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Roan cautiously edged around a trailer until he could get a look at what was going on.

The side of the truck facing the camp was folded up and revealed that the inside was actually a cage with sturdy steel bars. The floor was sparsely covered with filthy straw. A tall man in a faded tuxedo, with an equally faded top hat over a stark white ponytail stood inside the cage, brandishing an electrical cattle prod. He made all of Roan's senses light up in alarm. The man felt cold to him, like a chilly breeze. Roan had no idea what he was, but he definitely wasn't human. It took him several seconds to notice there was someone else in the cage, too.

A huge wolf cowered in the furthest corner, pressed flat to the ground, his snout and most of his face hidden under his front paws. His fur was matted with dirt.

"Do it!" the man hissed again. "Change!" The cattle prod descended and was pressed against the wolf's neck, who whined in pain but didn't move.

The scent of burning flesh made bile rise in Roan's throat. He stared in shock. That couldn't be a werewolf. He didn't have much respect for the doggies, but he refused to believe that any of them would have allowed anyone to treat them like this. A lone werewolf was a rare thing in itself. They lived in packs, protecting each other and their young. Where there was one, there were always more, which was why one never tangled with them. And yet, the faint scent of something more than mere wolf was unmistakable.

"Fuck!" the man growled and kicked the wolf's side hard, his only reaction was to try and make himself even smaller. "You can't be used up already! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Roan had no idea what the guy was so angry about, but he was sure it would be bad for the wolf. He breathed deeply and soundlessly. He had to get out before the man noticed him. That he had captured a werewolf didn't mean he would be able to capture a werepanther as well, but it definitely would mean a lot of trouble. He had absolutely no reason to risk that.

The man inside the cage straightened up and visibly fought to regain his calm, pulling his tuxedo jacket back into place. Then, he crouched down beside the trembling werewolf and gently stroked his neck.

"There, there. I know you are so tired,” he said, his voice a soft singsong now. “But you have to do it. One more time. For me. Be a good boy for me."

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Prizes: 2 ecopies of Softpaw, Smilodon Pride, Book One
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Connor’s life used to be the dream of any cultured werecat. He spent his days in Paris’ gay quarter with comfortably little real work, playing the piano, surrounded by art, fine food and good friends. Now, a feral vampire preys on the prostitutes of ‘his’ quarter, killing the boys of the Marais one by one.
When Connor invites a newly arrived hooker to stay on his houseboat, the last thing he expects is Michel to be a member of the Brigade Criminelle – a troubled, hunky rookie cop sent undercover to explore Connor’s connection to the murders, picked mostly because he had been a boy of the Marais himself, not so long ago.
Hiding their true natures becomes a problem for both when their initial attraction becomes much more than they ever thought possible. But in order to bring down the serial killer and maybe have a chance at making their relationship work out, one of them will have to take the first, critical leap…
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About the authors

Beryll and Osiris Brackhaus are a couple currently living their happily ever after in the very heart of Germany, under the stern but loving surveillance of their cat.

Both of them are voracious but picky readers, they love telling stories and drinking tea, good food and the occasional violent movie. Together, they write novels of adventure and romance, hoping to share a little of their happiness with their readers.

An artist by heart, Beryll wrote stories even before she knew what letters were. As easily inspired as she is frustrated, her own work is never good enough (in her eyes). A perfectionist in the best and worst sense of the word and the driving creative force of the duo.


An entertainer and craftsman in his approach to writing, Osiris is the down-to-earth, practical part of the team. Broadly interested in almost every subject and skill, with a sunny mood and caring personality, he strives to bring the human nature into focus of each of his stories.