Friday, August 8, 2014

BURNED TEASER and new cover!

I frown when another thought occurs to me. Did she set me up for quid pro quo down to the dirty details?

Dark alley nearby--check.


Hungry Unseelie--check.

I get a mental snapshot of me dying just like Alina. It's practically glowing on Mac's pupils.

I want to tell her revenge is a devil you don't want to worship. In destroying your enemy you become it.
BURNED - On Sale in Hardcover January 20, 2015
© 2014 Karen Marie Moning

Friday, April 18, 2014

A little BURNED teaser...

...just one sentence  (and a page from FEVER MOON because I like this shot of Mac and Dani fighting together)

Mac draws up short to keep from slamming into Barrons and her blonde hair swings back over her shoulder, brushing his face as it goes and my hearing is so good I catch the rasp of it chafing the shadow stubble on his jaw, then one of his hands grazes her breast and his eyes narrow when he looks at what he touched in a hungry way I want a man to look at me like one day and, as they continue to recover from the near-collision, their bodies move in a graceful dance of impeccable awareness of precisely where the other is at all times that is unity, symbiosis, partnership I only dream of, wolves that chose to pack up and hunt together, soldiers who will always have each other’s back no matter what, no sin, no transgression too great, ‘cause don’t we all transgress sometimes and it fecking slays me, because once I got a little taste of what that was like and it was heaven and they’re so beautiful standing there, the best of the best, the strongest of the strong that they practically glow to me, on fire with all I ever wanted in my life—a place to belong and someone to belong there with.

©Karen Marie Moning

Friday, January 17, 2014

BURNED!!! Your first Dani teaser!

A man steps out.

Strong. Brilliant. Controlled.



He's everything I admire plus things I can't even put into words.

I crush on Jericho Barrons violently.

My brain almost shuts down every time I see him and that's a lot of gray matter to stupefy.

Used to be, if I couldn't fall asleep I'd fantasize all kinds of ways I'd impress Barrons by killing monsters or saying something really smart or saving the world, and he'd see me as a grown up woman and I'd glow just from the look on his face.

But then Ryodan began popping into my fantasies like he had some kind of business being there, and he'd look all, and he'd laugh and do that husky groan thing he did on level four, so I terminated that happy little exercise in somnolence.

Now I count sheep.

Lately even those buggers look like Ryodan with clear, cold eyes and some weird kind of hypnotic hold on me.


I'm beginning to think I'm going to have to figure out a way to kill him, permanent-like just to get him out of my head.

© 2014 Karen Marie Moning

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

BURNED release date and Mac & Barrons

I promised a quick recap of salient points from the Q&A this past weekend. Here are a few of the highlights:

Q. Was the release date for BURNED really moved?

A. Yes. The release date for BURNED has been moved to April 2014. (This later got moved to January 2015, sorry guys, deaths and serious illnesses in my family.)

Q. Why?

A. I won’t put a book out until I’m satisfied I’ve written it the best way possible. I’m currently exploring two different ways of continuing the series. Previously I told you there would be three books (ICED, BURNED and FLAYED) in the Dani series followed by two Mac & Barrons books. I may be combining the next four books (BURNED, FLAYED and the untitled M&B books) into two.

Q. Is Dani older in BURNED?

A1. Crimeny, is it really all about sex?

Q. Yes. Now answer my question.

A2. Although Dani is 14 at the beginning of BURNED, she does mature by the end of the book. Someone asked if she would be 17. I said possibly.

Q. Will we get anyone else’s POV in BURNED?

A. Yes. Among others, Mac is back! Which means JZB is, too (but don’t expect his POV, LOL.) To those of you who insisted Mac and Barrons would never have let Dublin get iced because they’re natural born heroes, therefore they should have been on stage and on page…. what did Barrons say? “The world can wait. I can’t.” But seriously, there are reasons you didn’t see them in ICED. There are reasons you will see them in BURNED.

Q. Is Ryodan Dani’s dad?

A. No. No. No.

Q. Is Dani’s father relevant?

A. No.

Q. What’s up with Jo? I can’t stand her. She doesn’t deserve Ryodan. And Ryodan shouldn’t be sleeping with her if he wants to one day be with Dani!

A. Can I please not be nailed to stand-alone romance novel clich├ęs from the 90’s? (Which I love to read by the way.) Really, is Ryodan the kind of…whatever he is….that would in any way be governed by them? And Jo—who among you wouldn’t walk up those stairs if you got his nod? She’s completely frank about knowing that she’s never going to keep him. She’s making a memory.

Transformation is what I find fascinating and emotionally stirring about life. It’s what we become, how we become it, what happens when we think we’ve got nothing left inside us then stumble across some inner beast we didn’t even know was crouching in there that can rise to any occasion. No, Jo isn’t in Ryodan’s league and maybe Ryodan is currently being a jackass. Those are starting points. Just like Darkfever was a starting point. I haven’t forgotten that many people demanded I stop writing that new “horrible” series immediately, because they hated Mac and thought JZB was old and unattractive.

I’m glad I didn’t listen. I hope you are, too.

Q. What is the hardest part about writing?

A. Stopping at the end of the day. Making myself sleep.

Q. Will we learn more about the 9?

A. Yes but probably never as much as you think you’d like.

Q. Will everything eventually be answered?

A. God, I hope so. Life confuses the crap out of me. :)


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Into the Dreaming: the missing Dageus portraits

Over the years, many of you have written in to ask why you never got to see the two paintings Dageus painted of himself to warn future generations of Keltar that he was dark, so if he showed up on their doorstep one day, they’d be forewarned. I just got my comp copies of Into the Dreaming, which contains The Dark Highlander, Lite my first try at telling Dageus’ story. (There’s also a foreword in the book that explains why I wrote it twice.) In the Lite version, Dageus doesn’t live in Manhattan, the heroine, Elizabeth is very different than Chloe, and I had a completely different strategy for saving him. When I threw it away 250 pages in and started over, I had to be able to see it new, which meant recycling as little as possible—which meant details, scenes, tensions, characters I used to shape the Lite version never made it into the Dark. The paintings were one of many things that went into the trash with the manuscript.

I was thumbing through my comp copy and was delighted to realize those paintings have finally made it to print, LOL! This is an excerpt from Into the Dreaming, the special hardcover edition. (It goes on sale April 24th.)

Elizabeth is unwrapping a package, tearing off strips of paper that protect the painting within…

She bared more of it in strips. A grassy knoll. A night sky. A brilliant purple and black tartan, that ended above powerfully muscled calves, and clung to lean hips. More of that sculpted stomach and chest. Strong arms and broad, powerful shoulders. All the makings of a woman’s most primitive fantasy…

The laughter died abruptly in her throat as she tore off the last remaining strip, revealing the magnificent man’s face.

Er…faces, she amended uneasily. For the man had two, and the breath hitched in her throat.

She stared in silence for a long, long time, feeling something stir within her that made her deeply uneasy. Curiosity. Fascination. An intense unbidden flash of sensual awareness.

For heaven’s sake, she chided herself, blowing out an uneasy breath, it’s only a picture!

But it was more than that. He radiated barely harnessed, fantastic energy. The man—and he was every inch raw male, dripping dark, intoxicating sexuality—had been painted standing on a grassy slope, with silhouettes of standing stones behind him. The night sky was the backdrop; a velvety canvas pierced by glittering stars. Clad in only a kilt, he was magnificent, with skin like golden velvet poured over steel, a sculpted physique, and silky black-as-midnight hair that spilled down his back and over one shoulder. He chiseled face was exotic, almost impossibly beautiful.

But the beauty ended abruptly, or rather, to the left it ended, for the man’s face turned both ways. One face turned right, breathtakingly handsome, with glittering golden eyes, firm pink lips, an arrogant blade of a nose and a strong jaw. Stunningly male, stunningly sensual, it made places low in her belly feel tight.

The other face turned to the left was evil incarnate…