P.L. Parker

P.L. Parker

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Spring into Spring

Spring has sprung! Spring into Spring! Springtime in the Rockies! Whatever!  It is finally Spring!  The long winter is over - we hope!  Crocus and daffodils are pushing up, trees are budding!  My favorite time of the year.  I love Summer too, but nothing says life is renewed like Spring.  

              Blessings of Spring to you and yours!

Saturday, March 8, 2014

The Lessons We Learn

I've learned a lot of things over my 62 years but one lesson still guides me even after 50 years.

We'd move to Blackfoot, Idaho, when I was 10.  Across the street from our house was a family which by today's definition would function as gang-type.  A girl my age from down the street joined in on their antics and for some reason decided the new girl (me) would be the object of her harassment.  She would spit on me when I walked by, shove my bike over if I happened to ride by her, call me filthy names, etc.  Whatever she could do to make my life miserable, she did.  Now back then I was a fighter.  I didn't pick fights but then I never backed down.  But my father kept telling me to ignore her - she would eventually give up and forget about me.  No, she did not!  Finally, one night at dinner - we were eating stew and homemade bread as I remember - she was outside with the gang from across the street shouting filthy - and for those times - filthy things at our house.  
My dad put down his spoon, looked at me and said:  "Okay, Pat, finish your dinner and then go out there and beat the hell out of her."
Amazed, I said, "Really?"
He nodded.
My mother was having fits.  I was going to get hurt, what was my dad thinking, and finally okay Pat, do your best.
My two older sisters escorted me out the door to make sure the older members of the gang kept their distance.
I walked through the crowd and faced her.  She towered over me, shouting obscenities, shoving me, etc.  Finally, I got tired of her tirade and punched her square in the jaw.  Her mouth fell open, she screeched, and then she attacked.
It was an all out fight. I do remember thinking she fought unfairly as she grabbed handfuls of my dark hair and yanked - something my father would never allow.  But, all's fair in love and war and this was war.  She was sitting on me punching me as I grabbed both hands full of her thin blonde hair and yanked back.  Both sides of her head were immediately bald.  So surprised was I, I took time to look at my hands full of her hair.
The "gang" was screaming at me to get up and kill her! Why would they want me to kill their champion.
My sisters held them off.  
I bucked and rolled and she tumbled.  My turn on top, I was whaling the daylights out of her when I was lifted from her prone, screaming form by the neighbor lady, Mrs. Phelps, who was scolding us for being so shameful. 
My father came into the picture.  He defended my actions, and led me home.
Inside the house, he sat me in a chair and said, "Now, Pat, I want you to do something you won't like but I expect it of you."
"What?" I said.
A gentle look came over his face. "You're going to go down to her house and apologize."
"Are you crazy," I yelled. "She started it. She wouldn't leave me alone...."
"I know, sweetie," he said. "But you're a bigger person than she is, you have a bigger heart. Now go do what I told you."
"Will you come with me?"
"No," he said. "Some things you just have to do by yourself."
Rebellion seethed in my soul, but this was my daddy who I adored so I gathered my failing courage and started the long walk to her house, one step at a time.
When I neared her house, I could hear her screaming and crying at the top of her voice, yelling "my back is hurt, my back is hurt."
Did I kill her? Could I live with the idea that I'd hurt her for eternity. I swallowed a gulp and knocked at the door.
Her mother answered, a rather kind-faced person for the tyrant I knew her daughter to be.
I explained what I was there to do.  She looked surprised but led me to her still screaming daughter's room.
As I entered the room, the girl caught sight of me and the screaming immediately stopped.
"I came to apologize," I said. "I never meant to hurt you."
She took a deep breath and nodded then I left.

She was in my fifth grade class there in Blackfoot and for the first few months, her mother contrived to make the bald sides look normal.  I found the girl to be nice when away from her rowdy friends and though we were never close friends after that, we were at least pleasant to each other.
I learned early from my father, to fight for what I believe in but don't find joy in defeating others.  He is and was a wise person.  Love you Dad!.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Krystal Shannan's Vegas Mates, Book 4 - Taking Nicole

Vegas Mates, Book 4

Krystal Shannan

The last thing Nicole Demakis remembers was getting in the car with Sarah’s kidnapper and driving away. Now she faces the cold hard truth. The kidnapper, an agent of the Council, is her mate. But he refuses to claim her, and the Council may take everything away before she even has a chance to convince him to trust her.

Aaron Katsaros was ordered to deliver Nicole to her grandparents, the Antipas royal wolves. It should’ve been an easy task. Clean. No hiccups. But this infuriating woman, this wolf, his mate…is one hiccup after another and she’s arousing him to the point of pain. With his sister’s life hanging in the balance, he refuses to allow his passion to cost him the only family he has left.

Can he find a way to save his mate, or will he be forced to watch another claim the woman he loves?


Krystal Shannan goes to sleep every night dreaming of mythical realms with werewolves, vampires, fae, and dragons. Occasional a fabulous, completely human story slips into the mix, but powers and abilities usually crop up without fail, twisting reality into whatever her mind can conceive.

As a child, her parents encouraged her interests in Ancient Greek and Roman mythology and all things historical and magickal. As an adult, the interests only grew. She is a child of Neverland and refuses to ever stop believing in fairies. She is guilty of indulging in and being a Buffy the Vampire Slayer groupie as well as an Angel fan. For those of you unfamiliar with the world of Joss Whedon, you are missing out!

She also makes sure to watch as many action and adventure movies as possible. The more exciting the better. Yippee-Ki-Yay... If you don't know the end of that phrase, then you probably don't like the same movies.

She enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. Her favorite book is ACHERON by Sherrilyn Kenyon. But really, if it has a 'Happily Ever After', she's on board!

Krystal writes stories full of action, snark, magick, and heart-felt emotion. If you are looking for leisurely-paced sweet romance, her books are probably not for you. However, for those looking for a magickal ride, filled with adventure, passion, and just a hint of humor. Welcome home.

Krystal Shannan
Putting Magick in Romance one Soul Mate at a Time.
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Monday, February 10, 2014

Dariel Raye's Dark Sentinel Series - Dark Sentinels Prequel

New Release Bash: “Dark Sentinels Prequel” by Dariel Raye

In response to readers' questions and requests, there's a new addition to Dariel Raye's award-winning "Dark Sentinels" series! "Dark Sentinels Prequel" is LIVE. Here's the cover and blurb for the new release as well as information about other available books in the series.  

“Dark Sentinels Prequel”
Sometimes a girl has to go the extra mile to capture the man she loves, especially when she’s a sentinel wolf shifter from Washington state with no possible mates for miles.

Orphaned in childhood, Dr. Syreena Adler learned at an early age to depend on her twin brother, Sable, and herself, but phone conversations with a Georgia sentinel she’s never seen spark unexpected desire.

Southern red wolf sentinel Cord Velasquez has spent his life atoning for the death of his entire family. He wants a life with Syreena, but when she surprises him with an impromptu visit, the realization of his greatest fear seems inevitable.
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Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable 

Sable, a sentinel wolf shifter, is captured and locked in his wolf form until Akila, a veterinarian, tries to tame him and unleashes a 6'5" baby blue-eyed surprise.
Dr. Akila Marshall is a veterinarian with a calling – save as many stray animals as possible. The only child of wealthy, yet distant parents, she’s convinced that love is not for her. Until…

Sable’s search for his twin sister leads him to Akila. Born into a rare species of wolf shifters whose main purpose is protecting others, he has always been forced to fend for himself, but Akila’s loving, protective nature draws him – and not a moment too soon. Together, they must learn to trust each other enough to overcome a new, deadly enemy.

“Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin”

When greedy land developers set their sights on Dark Sentinel land, Torin turns to attorney Stephanie Bates for help, but she’ll need his protection to stay alive long enough to save his land.

Real estate lawyer, Stephanie Bates, has risen to the top of her field through meticulous sacrifice and goal setting. She has no time for distractions – and that includes pets, messy relationships, and loose ends.

Torin DuMont is a forensic scientist who chose the profession to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. Raised by a stepfather who hated him, he’s been forced to live a life of solitude, fueled by anger and distrust. When wolves and shifters start turning up dead, Torin must battle an enemy bent on destroying those he was born to protect. His greatest challenge, however, is Attorney Bates and the surprising effect she has on his heart.

Prequel – B&N            Sable – B&N          Torin – B&N                       

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Book Video Time - Does Anyone Really Watch Them? Enter to Win E-copy of The Chalice.

Take a chance, watch the videos and then leave a comment for a chance to win an e-copy of The Chalice - or one of my other books if you prefer.  

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Weekend Wallop - WIN

The Breeder Prince - WIN

If I’m going to do something, I’d better do it fast! Maybe a small distraction, long enough for the two to escape…if they were smart enough to flee when the time came.
He slipped from his perch and dropped, belly-crawling through the spiny undergrowth. Intent on keeping track of the Deg’Nara soldiers’ positions, he failed to see one of the prickly plants growing rampant on this planet. As his hand came down, a poison-tipped barb imbedded in the muscles of his palm. Flaring waves of intense pain raced up his arm. Cursing his stupidity, he ripped the barb free. Not enough to kill me but more than enough to cause some major discomfort!
More jeering laughter as the Deg’Naras found another unlucky soul. Peering through the brush, he gritted his teeth, biting back a growl of rage as a soldier crushed the victim’s throat beneath his heavy boot. The stalkers drifted nearer, formed a circle around the gory spectacle and cheered the executioner to even greater lengths. Strutting and posing for the benefit of his audience, the thickset mongrel delivered more blows to the now lifeless form.
The gruesome entertainment sidetracked the Deg’Naras’ attention but it wouldn’t be long before they renewed the hunt. He reached back and retrieved a long tube from his pack, ignoring for the moment the agonizing throb of his injured hand. Carefully snapping off a number of barbs from the spiny bush, he fitted them into the tube and drew a deep breath. If he could make the bastards believe the projectiles were natural hazards of the planet, they might be tempted to leave. He picked a soldier standing on the far side of the circle and blew. The squat form jerked, howling in agony as a stubby hand slapped at his fat neck. 

He injected more barbs into the tube and blew. Another warrior screeched, spanking his shoulder where the barbs lodged. More barbs joined the first two barrages before he melted back into the brush, working his way along a dry wash. Howls of pain and sobbing curses rent the air. He kept his head down, inching through the scrub. If the two entities were smart, they’d be moving!