Monday, June 8, 2015

Featured Author: Violetta Rand

Welcome Today's Featured Author 
Violetta Rand!!!





Devil's Den Series by  by Violetta Rand


Welcome to the Devil’s Den, a Texas strip club.

Book 1:
 Surrender (Devil's Den #1) by Violetta Rand
Welcome to the Devil’s Den, a Texas strip club. where the air is heavy with desire—and sometimes dreams come true.


Book 2:
 Seduction (Devil's Den #2) by Violetta Rand
Seduction returns to the Devil’s Den, a Texas strip club where hearts can’t hide when the chemistry is right.

Book 3:
 Sin (Devil's Den #3) by Violetta Rand
Sin proves that passion goes beyond smoldering desire when hearts dance to their own special beat.







http://www.amazon.com/Surrender-A-Devils-Den-Novel-ebook/dp/B00MSS0X6S

http://www.amazon.com/Seduction-A-Devils-Den-Novel-ebook/dp/B00N6PEWEG

http://www.amazon.com/Sin-A-Devils-Den-Novel-ebook/dp/B00N6PEWH8










Blind by Violetta Rand:

Book 1:
 Blind Allegiance (Blind #1) by Violetta Rand

Book 2:
 Blind Mercy (Blind #2) by Violetta Rand

Book 3:
 Blind Redemption (Blind #3) by Violetta Rand

Book 4:
 Blind Confession (Blind #4) by Violetta Rand


http://www.amazon.com/Blind-Allegiance-Viking-Romance-Book-ebook/dp/B00DMPL5FO

http://www.amazon.com/Blind-Mercy-Viking-Romance-Series-ebook/dp/B00IDNY9U8

http://www.amazon.com/Blind-Redemption-Viking-Romance-Series-ebook/dp/B00L9JV01O

http://www.amazon.com/Blind-Confession-Viking-Romance-Series-ebook/dp/B00TBKE1AK


Excerpt from Blind Allegiance (Book One of the Blind Series):
 
He pulled her hard against him again. His hand followed the curve of her spine and cupped her arse. She sputtered and slapped him. Randvior withdrew his hands. And for a brief moment, his rage surged dangerously close to the surface.
“If you were a man ...” he growled.
“If I were a man,” she said. “Your hands would have never strayed to my arse, you rutting beast.” She clutched at her breast. “You’d use a woman’s grief as an opportunity to seduce her?”
He laughed. “Min lille dukke, enough nonsense, I’ve no time to play these childish games with you—after we are on my ship, we can play whatever you like.”
Much to his pleasure, she stomped a foot obstinately and made her own growling sound. “My brother told me you intended to make me your thrall or concubine.”
Randvior choked back another laugh. A slave—never. His concubine, close enough. “Do you even know what a concubine is?”
“No,” she answered stiffly. “But I know what a thrall is, and I won’t be anyone’s slave!”
Her eyes darted wildly around the room, possibly searching for an escape. He’d better say something to calm her down. “In my homeland there are laws that protect nobles from being enslaved. I would never expose you to such humiliation, even if you were a conquest of war. If it eases your conscience, you have my solemn oath. You will never become a slave.”
Her eyes shot daggers as he finished pledging his oath, his hand placed dramatically over his heart.
“And your word is to be trusted? I think not.” She whirled and sprinted for the door.
Before her foot touched the landing, he grabbed a handful of her cloak and pulled her toward him. He was delighted, always enthralled by the prospect of a good chase. But there was no time for that kind of sport right now. Of course, it deserved some consideration later. All patience lost, he spun her around like a child’s top and flung her over his shoulder. She yelled and kicked, cursed as well as any seaman he’d ever met. Light as a feather, he smiled, with lungs as powerful as a screeching banshee’s.
***
Randvior chose to take the longest route back to the great hall to give Noelle a chance to recover her dignity. As they exited the cellar, the bitter cold overpowered them. She shivered and squeaked hoarsely. If she persisted in screaming, she might lose her voice altogether. Not a bad thing. But if she sucked in too much cold air, she risked catching her death.
He spanked her bottom and gave her a firm shake. “Enough!”
In turn, she slapped at his arms.
“Didn’t you learn the first time that armor scars hands?”
“I’ll risk it again if it means you’ll put me down instead of carrying me around like a sack of turnips!”
He rewarded her with another deep-throated chuckle, which seemed to irritate her even more. Her flailing feet made contact with his chest. Like a fish on a hook, she flopped around until he stopped abruptly.
“I’ll give you one chance,” he said, and she went stiff. “Your sister or yourself—fate rests in your hands.”
“Violence and trickery,” she said. “Not as stupid as you look.”
“Bite your tongue, woman,” he warned, thrashing her backside, reminding her of her rightful place. He did have limits. If he were any other man, she would have been spread across a bed hours ago, feeling his manhood deeply rooted inside her, no regard for her feelings at all.
He tossed her into a snowdrift. “Perception is everything.” He grinned.
When he saw the rage in her eyes, he regretted not doing it sooner.
She stood and dusted snow off her front and backside. “Yes,” she agreed. “And shall I tell you my first impression?”
“I think you made that clear—never call me that again.”
She pointed angrily at him. “Never put your oversized paws on me again!”
Randvior wished he had a muzzle—she had a wicked tongue as fiery hot as a branding iron.
Blood stirring, he stepped closer. “Make your choice, now.”
“Did you ever really give me one? Are you teasing or simply testing my allegiance? I’m not the kind of woman to push my misery onto someone else, especially my sister. Don’t underestimate me, Norseman. I may be younger and weaker, but I’ll fight you every chance I get. This is my home. No matter how flawed it seems to you, it’s all I have.”
She held her ground as he came even closer. Nearly on top of her, he pressed his forehead to hers. “We’ve reached an understanding. If I must tie you up and carry you away for all of England to see, so be it.”
She opened and closed her mouth, wet her lips, and stared hard and long before she spoke again. “Try me ...”


About Violetta Rand:
Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy as an undergraduate before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as an environmental scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.

Violetta still lives in Anchorage, Alaska and spends her days writing evocative New Adult romance and historical romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.




Interview With Violetta Rand:
1. Can you tell us a little about your books?
 
Right now I have two complete series out.
 
My Viking historical romances (The Blind Series) take place in the 11th century and follow Randvior Sigurdsson and his family. Pretty epic storylines and sizzling love scenes. Probably my favorite era to write about. 
 
Blind Allegiance, Blind Mercy, Blind Redemption, and Blind Confession
 
My contemporary series, the Devil's Den, follows three independent, but vulnerable young women who work at a strip club in Corpus Christi, Texas (Devil's Den). A little on the erotic side, Robyn Gonzalez and her sister Marisela, and best friend Macey Taylor all find love in unexpected places. Definitely stories that smack of reality and demonstrate personal triumph over the hard knocks life hands us. 
 
Surrender, Seduction, and Sin
 
   
2. Do you have a favorite character to write about?
 
Randvior Sigurdsson and lady Noelle are the stars of my first novel Blind Allegiance and will return in a new story due out later this year. Randvior is the quintessential Alpha hero, brawn and brains, with a big heart only the right woman can capture. The tension between these two really entertained me--sometimes taking on a life of their own.   
 
 
3. What has been your favorite series to write?
 
The Blind Series--I adore Vikings.
 
 
4. Do you have any odd writing habits?
 
None worth reporting.  :)  It's odd enough I'm a writer.
 
 
5. Do you have a favorite spot to write?

In the dining room where the best sunshine hits.
 
 
6. Do you listen to music while you write?
 
Sure--depends on the mood. I love rock, so anything from Metallica to the Beatles, Disturbed to Tool. I'm even known to turn on some country.
 
 
7. What's one random fact about yourself that you can share?
 
I raced motorcycles for a couple years--favorite time of my life. (Photo below)
 

 
 
8. What writing projects are you currently working on?
 
Random House: My new MC series Persuasion and Possession
Soul Mate Publishing: The next Blind Series novel
Self Published Project: My first Regency

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