P.L. Parker

P.L. Parker

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Welcome to The Romance Reviews 4th Anniversary Party


Welcome to The Romance Review's 4th Anniversary Party! 

Lots of great giveaways.  

Hint:  My answer can be found in this site:

Into the Savage Dawn - Book 2 in the Riley's Journey Trilogy:

Sent back 40,000 years to the ends of the last great Ice Age, the time travelers embark on a journey of survival and discovery. The brutal and cannibalistic Cro-Magnons discover the small band and attack. Forced to flee from their high mountain encampment, the tribe heads into the dawn, towards the Pacific Ocean and their dream of ultimately reaching North America. Geena and Micah are left behind to lead the Cros away from the escaping tribe. When he is killed, she finds herself terribly alone. Severely injured and without hope or resources, she nonetheless is determined to survive and find the people. Survival of the fittest - that is the law of primordial earth.


Don't forget to keep checking at The Romance Reviews Anniversary Party site each day for more giveaways!

Leave a comment and be entered in my personal drawing to win a copy of winner's choice to be awarded at the end of the Anniversary Party (March 31).

Good luck and have a good time!

P. L. Parker

Monday, February 16, 2015

Dariel Raye's Dai's Dark Valentine" Launch Tour

What happens when a sheltered cat-shifter and a dark fey come together? Three-hundred years is a long time, but left to its own devices, what began as the vendetta of one man can grow to encompass even more formidable hatred. Daitre Salons is a beautiful but naïve heiress whose true heritage has been kept secret even from her. Now, her abilities are emerging and her father’s enemies want her dead, but what bothers her most is that her new husband “in name only” insists on treating her like a child.

Joban Beaucoup, professional guard to the Salons family, and dark fey (alternate spelling from Vodouin origin), has chosen to leave the quaint yet suffocating French town of his orphan-childhood and venture to the Americas, but he needs one thing he cannot concoct, despite his magical abilities – a wife. When Joban agrees to marry Daitre and take her to the Americas with him, he carries her three-thousand miles away, then whisks her three-hundred years into the future to assure her safety, but while Daitre struggles to adjust to this strange new world, manage her newfound powers, and make peace with her feelings for Joban, Joban learns that even here, their enemies have followed them, now more deadly than ever.

Daitre instinctively wrapped her arms around Joban’s neck, wonder overshadowing every other thought and emotion. Before she could blink, he slid her arms from him and took a step back. She blinked again and glanced around, the environment too strange for comprehension. What seemed like millions of images flashed around her synapses at once. She closed her eyes again and did her best to ignore the rocks in her stomach, but the feeling of rejection would not go away. She’d over-stepped. He made it clear he did not want to be touched. Apparently he’d meant what he said about their marriage being a union in name only, and God alone knew where he’d brought her. The magical orb resurfaced in her mind and she watched Joban in awe. She’d always known he was a time bender, and he’d even flashed her from one place to another before, but his particular species of fey were so rare, she’d never met another, and no matter what she thought she knew, experiencing the phenomenon was no less overwhelming and amazing.

Everything seemed to happen in a flash, glimpses of familiar and unfamiliar things slowly registering as the light faded. Joban told her they were in The Americas, the United States of America to be exact, three-hundred years in the future, the twenty-first century, and he began showing her odd clothing.
“Things are very different here and now, Daitre. You will need to adjust as fast as possible. I got these for you after your father told me your size. They will take some getting used to, but dressing is much easier in this century, I imagine.”
“What part of America are we in?”
“We are in a place called New Orleans, Louisiana. I should have family here, and so should you.” He waved across his left hand and a picture appeared. “This is a map of the United States. We are here,” he said, pointing to the bottom tip of Louisiana.
Daitre frowned.
“What is it, Princess?”
She placed her hands on her hips and folded her arms. “The picture in your hand. That’s something else I did not know you could do.”
“And why does this trouble you?”
She waved him away, the frown morphing into a scowl as she raised her voice. “I do not know. You are all I have, yet I know nothing about you for certain. I find it very troubling.”
He sighed, but otherwise said nothing.
Daitre fingered her gown and glanced warily at the pants, dresses, and other garments he’d purchased. All of her beautiful things were left behind – gowns, jewels, everything left in Monsieur Beaucoup’s carriage. She wrapped her arms around her midsection. “No.”
“’No,’ what?” His ominous tone did nothing to help the situation.
“No, I will not wear those. They are the garments of a harlot, and all of my things have been left in another place and time.”


Daitre stepped into the bedroom bath and dashed cold water on her face to keep from crying, Auriel’s words running through her mind. The fear of being captured, poked and prodded by her father’s enemies haunted her. She hit the light switch, stepping out of the bathroom with every intention of going straight to her bed for a much needed nap, but as she passed his make-shift bed, she couldn’t help stopping. Daitre sat, tentative at first, but the deafening silence in the room urged her on. She lifted his pillow to her face and rested her cheek against it, his cinnamon and woods scent prompting her to inhale deeply, eyes closed. The mere scent of him triggered a reaction in her body, causing her to stretch, savoring the pleasant tingle zinging straight to her clit and flashing outward again, a delicious warmth infusing her body - arousal. She dropped the pillow and jumped up, eyes wide. Joban stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable until his mouth covered hers.  She knew he’d used his time-bending ability because she hadn’t seen him move. One moment he watched her embarrassing display from the doorway, the next he was on her, his huge arms wrapped around her waist, lips claiming hers. Her mind raced but her body responded on instinct, clinging to him, writhing to be free of every and anything separating her from him. As if he heard her plea, Joban released her long enough to respond in his usual dictatorial manner. 
“Take these off.” He used his eyes to stress his meaning, stoking her fire with a head to toe gaze, stormy gray depths offering a glimpse of yet another side of him she longed to explore further.

Buy Links:


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And don't forget the raffle!


Stay with us for the entire launch tour.  Click the link below to join the Facebook party and view the tour calendar.


tour calendar:  http://pendarielraye.blogspot.com/p/dais-dark-valentine-launch-tour.html

About the Author:

Dariel Raye is a multi-published author of IR/MC Interracial/Multicultural) paranormal and dark urban fantasy romance. She is also a counselor, musician, and instructor, passionate  about animals, especially cats, dogs, horses, and dolphins, delicious, healthy food, and from time to time you’ll catch her sharing her views on other people’s books, paranormal TV shows, and movies



Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Makings of Aimee

Aimee is a modern girl, living in Seattle. She buys a locket from an antique store in Pike's Market. Shortly after, she faints (she thinks) and ends up landing on her face in a pile of horse dodo in 1847 St. Louis. Alone, penniless, all she wants is to go home. Enter Jake, wagon train scout, gorgeous, rude and very interested in the whore who lands at his feet. He offers to pay for her services for the evening, numerous times. When he finally realizes she isn't a bawd, he takes pity and helps her. Unfortunately, he is bound for the Oregon Territories. Aimee is terrified. What is she going to do? With no other possible alternative, she begs Jake to take her with him, offering him her diamond earrings in exchange for a wedding of convenience. After some soul searching, Jake agrees. They marry and the long journey begins. Jake and Aimee experience the first stirrings of passion, then love. But Aimee can't give up on her dream of returning to the present.

 Actually, I've always had a real interest in the Oregon Trail. I grew up in Idaho, then moved to Huntington, Oregon. Parts of the trail wind all around that area. Right outside Huntington, there is a spot where a family bound for Oregon finally met their maker. They were set on by Indians outside of Massacre Rock (by American Falls) and made it that far on foot before the Indians killed the rest. The bones were so decalcified from starvation, it took a lot of time and digging to find them. Sad story, but there were a lot of sad stories along the trail. Some of the events in Aimee's Locket were taken from my family history. Charlie Tuttle's experiences with lye soap was one such utilization of family history.Main characters, Aimee and Jake.
Aimee is a young college-age woman of the present, studying to be a teacher. Her red hair accentuates her feisty and determined nature. Jake is a hard working guy, a gentleman when needed, and ultimately Aimee's savior. He is nothing like the men she usually dates. She liked men who bent over backwards to please. Jake is nothing like that. He is a man, not a kid.

Would I like to be transported back in time to that era in history?

Nupe – nev
er in a million years. I like my TV, my hot bath at night, all the conveniences of modern life. I would make a terrible emigrant. They'd shoot me and leave me by the wayside to quell my whining and then they'd have to break my cold dead fingers to leave me behind.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Writing the Dream

Have you ever dreamed a dream so vivid and so complete that when you woke up, you felt it should be down on paper?  I am one of those people who have dreams that have a beginning, a middle and an end.  I once dreamed that I was a young German woman of Jewish descent who was married to a German soldier and had a blonde baby boy.  After my husband went to war and the atrocities against the Jews heated up, I left my baby with my sympathetic German lady landlord and left with 4 other Jews to escape through France.  We hid in hay fields during the day and traveled at night, eventually reaching the coast.  But I couldn't leave without my baby so I told the others goodbye and headed back.  When I made it home, I found that the area had been bombed and nothing remained but a survivor told me the old lady who lived there had left to live with her sister on a farm in the country taking her baby grandson with her.  I made it to the farm and found my baby.  The old German woman pleaded with me to leave the baby and escape again but I couldn't leave my baby.  I was on a train when it was stopped by the Gestapo and we were all forced off.  The last thing I remembered before I woke up was thinking "This is it, I am dead."

I also had a dream once where I was a young woman dying of a heart problem who finds two men she loves ... but I won't say more on this one because I might just write this story someday.

Have you ever dreamed a complete story?


Monday, December 8, 2014

Free Read from Willow Moon Publishing - The Christmas Diary

Check out my "free read" from Willow Moon Publishing and while you're there, check out the other great books. Here's the link to "The Christmas Diary."

Saturday, October 25, 2014

There's No Such Thing as a Witch....

When you're all alone in the country and the night is dark as pitch, just be bold because you know there's no such thing as a witch.
Cora & Ralph Sheffield

  Lightening bolts streaked across the sky.  The ground trembled beneath the booming thunder of the white hot energy.  In the distance, a dark figure posed, outlined against the vivid white light, a figure her mind fought to deny.  With each flash of light, the figure drew nearer…and even nearer, seeming to float across the ground with each bolt of light.
            A tremor raced up her spine. What am I to do?
             It was only a hike through the woods, a careless shortcut meant to save time! Stay away her friends had warned. Don’t get caught in the woods tonight! Bad things happen on All Hallows Eve!
            Why didn’t I listen? Her fractured mind screamed.
 She’s lost her way. Pathways disappeared into the deep
black of night as the shadows closed around her. An owl hooted, the flutter of wings as the night predators took flight. Spiky tree limbs caught in her hair and lashed her face! Stumbling on the group of figures illuminated by a blazing campfire was only a mistake, an error in time!
As the ground quaked, her mind raced, rumors and tales about witchcraft and blood offerings—and these woods were rife with such stories!
            Why was I so stupid! Why did I come this way!
Alerted, the figures had turned. As one, they’d seen her and started forward.
            She’d screamed, fell backwards and backpeddled through the tangled ground cover before rolling to her feet. A glance over her shoulder confirmed they were almost upon her!
            She’d ran, blindly fighting her way through the dense thickness of the woods. Heart hammered. Gasps of fright escaped her lips. Hide her mind screamed! Find a place to hide!
Cowering in a weed covered ditch, she prayed as she’d never prayed before. Be brave she told herself. There’s no such thing as a witch! Just like the song—only there were witches! Her best friend said so!
No! They’re only make believe, like skeletons and goblins. Just people dressed up in costumes.
Amberrrrr,” a haunting voice called. “Where are youuuuuu!”
They know my name! She cowered lower, face pressed against the decaying vegetation covering the damp earth.
Amberrrr,” the voice called again. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”
I won’t! I won’t be caught!
A ghostly hand touched her shoulder. She froze, eyes glued shut. It was the end!
The sound of mocking laughter.

“Come on you idiot,” Lena chuckled. “We’ve got hot dogs and cold beer!” 

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Readers' Favorite Book Reviews - Review of Absolution - In time for Halloween!

Received a wonderful review from Readers' Favorite Book Reviews - Susan Cowles - for Absolution - a vampire romance/adventure.  Check it out.  So very pleased.

"… a thoroughly enjoyable ride amidst the supernatural to places of spine-tingling delight."