New Release from Regina Paul...

I have a new release called A Gift From Home. This is my first f/f romance and I'm really excited to see what my readers think! LOL It's a bit of a different direction for me but since I've also written m/m I figured why not f/f. The story just sort of came to me and it's looking like this may be the first of a series of GLBT stories featuring f/f and m/m characters.

Blurb: Melanie has always known she was attracted to women and not men. Kicked out of the only home she's ever known when she was eighteen, Melanie has been on her own for years. Verbally abused her whole life by her mother because she is tall, big boned, tan, and god forbid, a brunette, Melanie used her mother's disappointment in her sexual orientation as an excuse to chart her own course. But when a bus ticket along with a plea to come home for Thanksgiving arrives out of the blue, Melanie is less than enthused, and suspicious. However, it is not her mother who arrives to pick her up at the bus station, but a familiar and beautiful blond.

Melanie and Loraleigh fall hard for each other, but Melanie's mother has other more sinister plans. Will they be able to stop Melanie's mother and have their fondest wishes or will their dreams of the future go up in smoke?

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Excerpt #2: Alien Deceptions by Regina Paul...

Angel glanced over the top of her sunglasses. There was that
man again. She spotted him twice since she entered the market.
It appeared he was following her. Is he my contact? She shivered.
If so, she didn't intend to go anywhere with him except to
someplace very public. She'd rather take the risk of being
overheard than be alone with such a man. He was too big for her
tastes. He could almost pass for one of her mother's people,
almost except there was something else there, some other
heritage she could only just barely discern but had no way to
explain. He had dark skin, and dark hair like her mother's
people, but he looked too exotic to be American Indian; he
looked more foreign somehow.

Angel looked back at the glass bowl she held. It reminded her
of the carnival glass from the twenties, blue with rainbow colors
that shot through it when held up to the light. She grimaced as
she realized she could buy it if she wanted to, but with her luck
the visitors would take a liking to it and help themselves. The
thought reminded her of why she came here. Someone had
called her and set up this appointment, a man who claimed to be
an abductee. On the phone he said his name was Tom, but
refused to tell her his surname. He claimed he might have
another piece of the puzzle she had been trying to put together
with her research.

Eyes bored into her back. She felt them burning twin holes
there; it didn't take a rocket scientist to know the man still stood
behind her. Is he Tom, or is he one of the numerous government types
with their trendy, yet nondescript clothes who follow me no matter how
hard I try to conceal my identity? She found them worse than the
visitors and just as tenacious.

Ever since her parents had been abducted and not returned,
the government had taken a keen interest in her life. She did her
research under an alias, but she felt fairly certain the government
types had discovered that long ago. Still as long as they didn't
interfere, she'd let bygones be bygones.

Putting the bowl down Angel stole another look and saw the
man had left. That could only mean one thing, he wasn't her
contact, but one of the government's many peons. Damn! She
didn't need this right now while she tried to do research. Where
the hell is Tom?

I have to get out of here! The market might be public, but I don't
want to put my contact under the gun either. She turned and
promptly ran into the man observing her.

"Excuse me." She mumbled, trying to get around him. God
he's big!

"Are you Angel Whitedove?"

Now she knew how human women must have felt when the
fallen angels appearing as beings of light attempted to lure them
into their beds. The man's voice combined velvet and gravel,
and he hadn't used her alias. Damn! Definitely a government type.

"Nope, sorry afraid you've got the wrong woman." Angel
tried to move around the man again, but then he clamped his
hand hard around her arm.

"You are Angel Whitedove," he said as a statement this time,
not a question.

Now she grew mad. "Listen, buster, unless you want to be
facing a lawsuit for assault, I suggest you let go of me right
now!" Angel whispered furiously. She didn't want to draw
attention to herself, but if she could use the crowd to her
advantage she would. He had exactly five seconds to let go of
her arm, before she started screaming bloody murder.

"You are Angel Whitedove."

What the hell is the matter with this guy? He kept repeating her
name as though it were a crime or something.
She looked up over the top of her shades and something
about his eyes stopped her from screaming. His eyes were the
same color as hers.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

"You are Angel Whitedove."

If he said that one more time, eyes or no eyes she'd scream. "Yes,
but who are you?"

"Darek."

Is that name supposed to mean something to me? His voice
should be declared illegal. It did funny things to her insides;
made them turn inside out or something. "And I suppose that's
supposed to mean something to me?" Sarcasm would get her
somewhere she hoped.

"No, we've never met, but we have a common connection. I
know of your father."

Great, just great. He's one of dad's crazy science fiction fans.
"Look, I don't write like my father did, and I have no
intention of ever becoming a writer. There's enough science
fiction on the market as it is. It's positively glutted, so if you
think to talk me into writing a book about my experiences,
fiction or otherwise, forget it," she told him flatly.

"That isn't why I have come to you, Angel Whitedove. I want
to help you find your parents."

Got to admit that's a new angle. She had to give the guy credit;
none of the other weirdoes ever tried this one before. She came
up with something to get rid of her "fan" really quick.

"My parents are dead." As far as she was concerned the
discussion ended there.

His grip on her arm tightened as though he felt frustrated
with her answers. Frightened that he'd do something even
worse, Angel immediately went almost boneless. She could still
stand, but she loosened her muscles enough to give the weirdo
reason to think she might stay and continue the conversation.

"You're hurting me." She told him quietly. Seconds later his
grip lessened, but he still hadn't said anything yet. Angel began
to look around her to see if anyone close by could help. This one
is definitely ready for the men in the little white coats. She knew just what he
needed, a nice padded cell with heavy-duty restraints
and three squares a day. Oh, and drugs, lots of drugs. She knew
just the place, and if at all possible, she'd do everything she
could to put him there really soon. Somebody has been reading a
little too much science fiction and it certainly isn't me.

Suddenly he completely released her arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to cause you pain."

Now why does he have to go and turn into a gentleman? Just when
I was getting some really good ideas about how I can help him into the
nuthouse.

Angel began to rub her arm absently and backed up a couple
of steps. Got to put some distance between myself and the big guy.
"That's all right," she told him finally, "but really, I don't
think you understand. My parents are dead, and I have no
intention of writing about what happened to us. If you're a
publisher or a reporter, or something like that, I'm really not
interested."

"I am neither a publisher nor a reporter, and I think you are
doing the right thing by not talking to such people. They only
seek to magnify your pain."

"Not to mention the fact I've already experienced stardom,
and believe me, tabloid stardom isn't for the weak hearted. I
have no intention of ever going through that again." Angel told
him, smiling wryly. "So, if you're not a publisher and you're not
a reporter and I assume since you haven't flashed your
government ID at me yet, that you're not a fed, who are you
Darek? What do you do?" We need to get to the point so I can get
away and call Tom. Thank God he gave me a phone number to reach
him in case of an emergency; too bad he didn't give me his description.

"I am a Commander."

Well hell, that doesn't tell me a damn thing, except he's a fed. Fuck!

"So, you're a fed. Well thanks for letting me know that ahead
of time. Mind if I see your ID?"

"I do not have it with me at this time. Is there somewhere we
can talk in private?" Angel watched as Darek looked around as
if searching for somewhere to go.

He doesn't have any ID? No way am I going anywhere with this
guy. Why the hell didn't someone tell me the men in black changed
their favorite color to blue? Angel whirled quickly and took off at a
dead run, never stopping to look behind her until she reached
her car in one of the underground parking lots Portland was
famous for. Only then did she slow down. She had to know if he
was still there, better to know where he was than to have him
following her. Reaching behind her she pulled her shoulder
length hair from its severe twist and reached into her bag for
make-up. I have to do this quickly or else he might have time to follow me.
Hell, he could be following me right now. She glanced in her rearview window to
be sure.

The sunglasses flew the way of the clip which formerly
pulled back her hair, then light foundation and makeup brushed
onto her face. Reaching deeper into the backseat she found a
purple sweater and pulled it over her head. Angel had learned
long ago how to disguise herself and fool a tail. She pulled out of
the parking garage and onto the street where Skidmore Fountain
was. As she drove past, she saw Darek standing in the same
place she had left him. Good! That means he won't be following me.
A small smile lifted her lips that rarely had a reason to smile
anymore. Darek, whoever he was, wouldn't be bothering her
again anytime soon. Angel wasn't sure she believed his story
about being a fed. Most likely he was just another one of her
Dad's science fiction fans playing out a fantasy about saving the
famous author by helping the daughter. Too bad really, she
found the man quite stunning, but she'd made it a policy to
never get involved with the feds.

(c) 2010 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.

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Excerpt from Alien Deceptions by Regina Paul...

They were back! What did they want this time? She felt paralyzed as
ice water crept through her veins. Her muscles refused to
cooperate. She wanted to run, to hide, anything but this awful
feeling of being unable to move. No! No! Not again! I don't want to
go with you! As usual her wants weren't taken into account, and
the familiar process began to take place.
The blinding white light, common to these experiences,
spilled into the room from one window on the west wall. The
foot of her bed faced the opposing wall in an attempt to deter
her tormentors, in the hopes that she could deter them.
Wolf howled in the back yard, and his chain rattled in an
attempt to get to her. There would be no protection this night.
They found her again. No matter how many times she moved,
they found her. The recent move to Portland, Oregon was no
exception. For a year she felt safe. Now it didn't matter; it was all
starting again.

Her body felt light and she levitated off the bed. The blood
stilled in her veins, her body growing stiffer. The sensation of
fight or flight took over, but she had no energy to follow through
with it.

A small scraping sound to her left, she turned her eyes, the
only thing she could move in that direction. The window opened
by itself. A blue beam with her torturers, tiny, hairless gray
beings with large black eyes flowed into the room. She shut her
eyes; she didn't want to see them. They removed her blankets,
and their hands guided her body.

Their grainy, leathery hands felt so cold she shivered involuntarily.
She hated it when they touched her. Caught in the
blue beam she looked up to see something she had hoped never
to see again. Her body floated out the open window and then
up, up, up toward the waiting craft.

Her back brushed the top of the cedar tree in her back yard.
She knew which tree because she could smell its calming scent.
Far below her, Wolf had ceased his howling, but she could still
hear his whimpers as though from far away. Tears that wouldn't
fall grew in the corners of her eyes. I should never have tied Wolf up
in the backyard. If she had kept him with her maybe she wouldn't
be about to suffer this again.

Unable to resist she opened her eyes just in time to see the
bottom of the craft open up before she floated inside. Terror
moved through her, making her previous fear seem as nothing.
What are they going to do this time? What tests will they perform?
Will they return me to my home, or will I disappear from Earth never
to be seen again? The not knowing what to expect was the worst.

The only thing certain with these experiences was it would be
extremely painful both psychologically and physically.
Everything else about the experiences depended on the
tormentors.

She opened her eyes and looked around. I must've blacked out
again. She wiggled her fingers and attempted to pick up her
hands, but found she couldn't. They had put her wrists in
restraints. She tried to lift one of her legs and found her ankles
restrained as well.

They removed my clothes again! It was one of the worst things
about the experiences. She had nothing, nothing. No way to
protect herself. No way to run. No way to escape. It always felt
the same, trapped like a rat in a maze with nowhere to hide.
Huge black tilted eyes that almost encompassed the entire
width of an overly large gray skull peered down at her. She
found she couldn't look away.

"Don't be afraid. We will not hurt you." An almost mechanical
voice touched her mind.

"Leave me alone! Let me go!"

"You are special. You are one of our chosen ones. Only you and
others like you can help save your planet," the voice continued as
though she wasn't trying to resist.

In some dim corner of Angel's mind she knew she had been
told this before. In fact they used telepathy as their main
communication at the beginning of an experience. They tried to
distract her from what they did. She remembered this from the
other times. They'd speak to her in her mind, telling her how
special she was and how what they were doing to her would
help them save her world. It was all lies. She knew what they
were doing, and she knew it was wrong.

She felt their leathery hands on her stomach. She tried to look
down, but the alien's black eyes wouldn't let her. A sharp
agonizing pain in her stomach below her navel told her they
performed a familiar procedure. They performed their
pregnancy test by inserting a large needle about a quarter inch
around into her ovaries to extract eggs. Why they called it a
pregnancy test, she had never been able to figure out.
Some small part of her mind grasped weakly at the idea;
there was something here she wasn't remembering, something
important.

"You are feeling no pain, no pain." The alien's telepathic words
interrupted her thought processes.

"No pain, my ass!"

For some reason, her tormentors thought if they told her
there'd be no pain, it'd somehow miraculously disappear. What a
crock! She always felt the pain of their procedures.

The agony escalated to enormous proportions and Angel's
mind, in an effort to escape, blacked out. At least she always felt
this is what happened. She could never be sure if the pain or the
being, who kept her distracted, put the suggestion into her mind.

* * * *

When Angel Whitedove opened her eyes, it was starting
again. Her stomach hurt badly. She pulled her legs up and held
herself in a fetal position. They had returned. She groaned softly
and realized she couldn't run this time. She had nowhere to go.
They always found her in the end. It might take them a year or
so, but they always found her. Now that they had, she knew the
sleepless nights, the nightmares, and the silent horror would
start all over again.

Her mouth felt like the inside of an old shoe and tasted like one too. A wild
shiver moved through her. She looked down
and saw that she was naked. They hadn't bothered to redress her
this time. Carefully she sat up and examined her stomach. She
saw a small, red puncture wound just below her navel. It hadn't
just been a bad dream then. They had really found her again.
Damn!

Angel reached up to brush long strands of dark hair away
from her face, and her hand came away with small sprigs of
cedar. She pulled the cedar from her hair and rose from the bed.
She looked around for her robe but couldn't find it. Her
tormentors must have decided to keep it for a souvenir. Taking a
deep breath to clear the cobwebs from her mind, she crossed to
her dresser and pulled a clean t-shirt and underwear out and put
them on. She knew from experience she needed to get out her
Polaroid camera and take a picture of the small puncture wound
on her stomach because it'd disappear by early afternoon.
Angel despondently wandered into the kitchen for a plastic
bag to put the cedar twigs in. She knew they weren't really proof
but like the puncture wound they were the only tangible
evidence that the visitors had found her yet again.
She felt like crying. What good would that do? As a child
when she had first begun to remember the horrible experiences
she'd cry for days after being taken, her father really the only
person able to console her. But her father was no longer with
her. She had no one to hold her and tell her everything would be
ok. Angel made sure of it. She allowed none close to her so no
one could be touched by the visitors as she had been. She didn't
want the responsibility.

The Polaroid camera positioned, her shirt lifted and the
panties lowered she took several pictures of the puncture mark
on her stomach. The journal lay open to a new page with the
date written at the top, and the bag of cedar taped to it. There
was room for at least one of the Polaroid pictures beneath it. The
other two pictures along with a few of the sprigs of cedar would
be placed in a safety deposit box at her bank along with a second
copy of the journal. She'd deposit the pages with the experience
along with them later in the day. She had learned one thing in
investigating this phenomenon, the visitors weren't above
stealing evidence. She always made sure she had two sets; one locked away safely
where they hopefully couldn't get to it.

Fortunately, they hadn't tampered with her coffee maker and
the required two hot cups waited for her just as she had set the
timer to do. Standing at the counter she looked out the window
at what promised to be another sunny but cool day. Spring in
Oregon could be incredibly fickle, boasting sunshine in the
morning and black roiling clouds filled with rain by afternoon.
Angel didn't mind though, she loved Oregon. She found it
worth all the rain to have the beautiful green everywhere. She
found the trees, the flowers, and the grass all so colorful this
time of year. I should never have left.

Angel stood on tiptoe to reach up and grab a mug out of the
cupboard above and to the left of her sink. She poured herself a
mug of caffeine fortification and added cream and sugar before
she turned and walked to the table to record the events of last
evening in what she privately called her "tormentor journal."
She needed to get it all down while it remained fresh in her
mind, at least what she could readily recall. Later she'd
transcribe her notes into her computer and take the printed
pages to be added to her typed version of the journal ensconced
in her safety deposit box at her local U.S. Bank. She could never
be too sure with the visitors.

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(c) 2010 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.

Alien Deceptions by Regina Paul...

She's BBBAAACCKKKK! Yes, I know I've been rather absent from the blog lately. What with getting through the latest edits on Alien Deceptions my newest release which will be out on June 7th from Eternal Press and then doing editing for 2 other publishers and working the occasional temp assignment, Regina has been one busy woman! LOL

As I was saying I have a new release coming out in just a few days that I'm very excited about. This is the first book in my otherworlds series titled Alien Deceptions. Here's the blurb and do check out the cover art below!

Blurb:

Terror stalks Angel's nights as she waits to be abducted again. During the day she researches, and interviews other alien abductees. Into her waking nightmare steps a gorgeous stranger. Does he have the answers she's looking for? The answer is beyond her wildest imaginings, and could be either her salvation and a chance at true love, or her death.



I'm going to be promoting like crazy for the next month or so and so please be sure and check out my website for current chat dates.

Homecoming Video Book Trailer...

Just a few more days before Homecoming is released! Check out my video book trailer. Enjoy!

Homecoming by Regina Paul

I'm excited to say I have a brand new release coming out on April 7, 2009 from Eternal Press. So, thought I'd post an unedited blurb and exerpt.

Blurb:

Eagle and Crew were once more than lovers. They were bond mates, connected not just by a heart bond, but by a strong psychic bond that allowed them to communicate telepathically. While an older Eagle was ready for the committment of their bonding ceremony, Crew was not. Eagle pushed. They fought. Crew left, heading for the stars he longed to explore. Five years later Crew has returned and is now ready to make his committment to Eagle permanent with the bonding ceremony. But will a blazing hot encounter lead to the homecoming Crew has been dreaming about, or does Eagle have revenge on his mind?

Exerpt:

Stepping back a bit but still keeping his arm around the younger man’s shoulders, Eagle began walking them towards the wide open doors at the other end of the building. Outside Crew could see twinkling stars in shades of aqua, pink and blue, as well as the pink and purple shrouded Oberion Nebula that filled a quarter of his world’s night sky. “Yes, where else would I live?”

“Well, I just thought that maybe…” Crew let his words trail off.

“That I would want to move so I could forget you?” Eagle finished for him. Then he looked down into Crew’s peridot colored eyes and said, “Crew, I never want to forget you. Not then and not now.”

Guilt sleeted through Crew; he had wanted to forget Eagle. He had in fact done everything he could to forget the man, even going so far as to purchase a male prostitute who was said to know some very interesting sexual techniques. In the end it hadn’t mattered, he hadn’t been able to bear even the touch of the man’s fingers against his hand. “I tried to forget you.” He whispered, his eyes lowered in shame.

“I know, I felt it when you tried to…” This time it was Eagle’s turn to let his voice trail off into nothingness.

“Nothing happened. I couldn’t even bear for him to so much as touch my hand. I ended up paying him, and sending him on his way.” Crew looked up into the older man’s face, his eyes earnest.

“Yes, I know. I saw it through your eyes.” This was said quietly and Eagle’s fingers tightened almost to the point of pain on Crew’s shoulder before they loosened and Eagle let out a sigh. “The important thing is you’re home.”

“Yes.” It was strange. Eagle wasn’t asking him if he was planning on staying or putting any pressure on him to stay. He seemed like he wanted to bond with him again, but he wasn’t trying to pressure him into a lifetime commitment as he had five years before. Of course that could be due to the fact that it had been five years since they’d last seen each other, and they had only been in each other’s presence for fifteen minutes or so. It could also be because the man wanted some kind of revenge. Still the behavior was so unlike Eagle, that Crew didn’t know what to make of it.

When they reached the tall building that housed Eagle’s apartment déjà vu overwhelmed Crew as he remembered the last time he had been here. They’d fought over the commitment ceremony or rather Crew’s unwillingness to have one until after he’d seen something of the universe. His last memory had been of Eagle standing at the glass front door watching him with pain-filled eyes as he walked away heading to the spaceport and his newly purchased ship. His final shouted words to Eagle had been, “Fuck you! I don’t need this shit! If you can’t accept me as I am, accept my dreams then you don’t deserve me!” The memory reminded him of what a hothead he’d been at twenty-one. He liked to think that five years had mellowed him somewhat, but only time would tell if that was true with regards to his relationship with Eagle. They had always set sparks off of each other, and not just in bed.

The elevator ride was over in seconds, and the hallways they traveled through though decorated differently in greens this time instead of blues were familiar as was the door to Eagle’s apartment. Unlike in their past doors could now be any shape at all from rectangular to triangular to round. Eagle had always liked his doors round, a throw back to his Native American ancestry back on their mother world, Earth.

“Why don’t you unlock the door.”

Crew threw Eagle a disbelieving look, before asking incredulously. “You mean my retina scan is still in there?”

“Yes.” Eagle stroked one long brown finger down the side of his face. “I knew you would come back home eventually.” He dropped his hand and shrugged one shoulder.

(c) Copyright 2009 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.

Cover for Homecoming...

I'm very excited to say I have the cover for Homecoming, my new gay erotic scifi that's coming out with Eternal Press on April 7, 2009! I really love how Shirley Burnett took my vision and turned it into a stellar cover. Thanks Shirley!

Wanna see too? Here it is!



I love how she she portrayed my characters here, and she even got the nebula from my story into the background. As you can see I'm really bubbling, I just love getting a new cover. LOL

Frost, Flame and Flower...

Just wanted to pop in and let everyone know I've posted a new free story to Free Romance Fiction It's a holiday story about Jack Frost and a very naught flower fairy/flame elemental named Poinsettia.

Blurb:
When Jack Frost accidentally freezes Poinsettia's poinsettia plants days before Christmas, she is furious! Hurt, and angry, Poinsettia tells Jack she never wants to see him again. Taking her at her word, he disappears for 100 years. Will a visit from Dar-Flame, Poinsettia's flame elemental father convince him to return to the North Pole and Poinsettia? Will she welcome him with open arms, or a ball of flame? Read the story to find out! It's in the Holiday section. :-)

January Special/Contest from Regina Paul...

I wanted to make sure I posted here about a special/contest I'm running for the month of January. If you've never purchased a copy of my Native American romantic suspense and Amira Press Around the World of Romance Winner, Destiny's Choices, January is the month to do so! For a blurb and exerpt, visit reginapaul.com

Anyone who purchases a copy of Destiny's Choices during the month of January will be entered into a contest to win a free copy of every book I publish in 2009. Keep in mind that I already have two books contracted for 2009, and it's only January 1st! All you have to do is forward a copy of your confirmation e-mail to me at tiwatz@yahoo.com that you get from Amira Press when you buy the book and you'll be automatically entered. Some lucky winner is going to get free books for a year, so buy your copy today!

New Submission...

Well I realize that most authors would just wait to post on their blogs about a new submission once they got the contract, but my personal feeling is, if you've submitted then you have something to crow about!

I've submitted for the second time a short science fiction GLBT romance that I wrote called Homecoming. I'll admit it got rejected by the first publisher I submitted it to, but I'm not one to let rejection get me down. I went through the story again, added some meat to it and re-submitted it to a new publisher. I'm confident that this time will result in a contract. Of course we can never know these things for sure but I prefer to see the glass as half full rather than half empty.

Here's a little blurb for Homecoming:

When Crew returns to his homeworld of Mara after five years of building up his intergalactic shipping company, will his bond mate Eagle accept him back into his life, or will he seek revenge for the pain Crew caused him in his leaving?

So, wish me luck! :-)

New Newsletter and other Goodies...

I put out my February newsletter a few days late this last month, but I figure better late than never. LOL If you haven't already signed up for Regina's Universe, you might want to consider doing so now. I have posted two new chapters for Soul Memories, and added a new folder Free Short Stories. If you haven't yet read my holiday sequel Destiny's Holiday, then you can now find it there for your reading pleasure. There is also another short story called Alien Dreams which is a science fiction romance.

Alien Dreams is about a young woman who can travel astrally during dreaming and the alien she meets and falls for while doing so. I'm already getting some very good feedback on this one, so if you sign up and read it feel free to send me an e-mail at tiwatz@yahoo.com and let me know what you think of it or any of my other stories.

In addition if you enjoy Native American romance coupled with paranormal themes I now have eighteen chapters of my Native American reincarnation romance Soul Memories posted to the files section.

I've also created another piece of artwork that you can use as a desktop background, this one titled "Moon Priestess," and yes, she is levitating the pillars and herself! LOL You can check it out at the bottom of this post. Oh, and you can see a larger version in my Art Gallery on my website.

And...(yes there's more!) there is a new contest posted on my website for a pair of Native American beaded earrings created and designed by yours truly.

Feel free to check out my newsletter Regina's Universe and my website at your leisure. :-)

Destiny's Choices gets 4.5 Roses!!

Wow! I'm so psyched today, okay I admit it I've been psyched for a few days now! LOL Red Roses for Authors/Reviews gave my Native American romantic suspense Destiny's Choices 4.5 Roses. This was one of those unexpected reviews that comes like a thief in the night and surprises you. I am ever so grateful to Morna for the delightful review she did for Destiny's Choices, thank you Morna! :-)

This review is well worth checking out as are the others on the Red Roses for Authors website. So, if you were looking for one more reason to get your copy of Destiny's Choices, well here it is folks! You can read the review here.

For those of you who are wondering if there is going to be more in store for James and Tiana, the answer is a resounding YES! I am working on a sequel tentatively titled Destiny's Decisions, and of course there is my holiday short Destiny's Holiday which you can still win a copy of by visiting my website and participating in my current contest! So stay tuned, there is more to come.

Come chat with me tomorrow...

I have an upcoming chat tomorrow 2/12/08! I along with other Amira Press authors will be chatting in the Romance Room tomorrow all day. You do have to join the group to participate but it is well worth it! I will be giving away another copy of Destiny's Holiday, and maybe another goodie or two so be sure and stop by! Go here to sign up and participate.

Hope to see you all there! :-)

Destiny's Decisions...

Well for once I'm on time with my blogging day. LOL I actually woke up this morning and remembered will wonders never cease.

While I've been steadily working on Doomed to be Charmed my gay paranormal romance I've also started another sequel to Destiny's Choices that I've tentatively titled Destiny's Decisions. It takes place a year after Destiny's Choices and Tiana and James' troubles aren't over yet, as much as they would like them to be. Here's a little teaser for the book!

“My gallery.” Tiana sighed and then rubbed her eyes tiredly with her other hand. “It’s toast, James.”

She heard a thump, and then James’ breath accelerated. “Someone burned it down?”

“No, but they might as well have. The front window is busted out, the door is hanging on one hinge, and from what I can see through the window, any and all stock I had is completely destroyed. Anything that was breakable is smashed. I can’t see the glass case that I locked the beadwork in but it’s probably been destroyed as well.”

“Stay right there. Don’t get out of your truck, you are in your truck right?”

“Of course.”

“Stay there, and lock yourself in. Whoever did this could still be around, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I know that James, I’m not a complete idiot.” Tiana growled.

“Sorry babe, can’t help it. I just found you again, and I have no intention of losing you the way we did Grandmother. Have you called the police yet?”

At the mention of her grandmother’s death the year before, Tiana’s heart clenched tightly before she took a deep breath and released the tension.

“You’re kidding right? After what happened last year, I think it’s going to be a long time before I trust a tribal cop again.” Tiana’s voice turned sour.

Tiana heard James take a deep breath. “Tiana, you can’t blame what happened with Starla on the entire tribal police force. Most of them are good people, she was just one bad apple in the barrel.”

“Want to bet?” Tiana muttered beneath her breath. No way was she trusting anyone but James from now on. He might not be a cop, but she would trust him with her life. He would never betray her, she knew that with complete certainty.

“Tiana.” James’ voice wasn’t scolding precisely, but it got his point across none the less.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, one bad apple in the barrel. I still trust you more than I’ll ever trust a tribal cop again. Call them if you want to, but I’m not going to.”

“Well now, if that’s not a declaration of love, I don’t know what is. Be still my beating heart.” James teased, a mechanism he frequently applied when worried.

“Yeah, well it might be another year before you hear it again, babe.” Tiana emphasized the last word, teasing him right back.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Nah, just stating a fact.” She replied nonchalantly.

(c) 2008 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.

New stuff on my website...

Well, Kayleigh isn't the only one highjacking Pat's day to post! LOL Here I thought I'd be one of the ones who posted faithfully on her day, and oopsss this is the third week that I've posted late. Oh, well with all the deadlines I've been dealing with lately, it's a wonder I know what day it is! LOL

I added the new desktop wallpaper mentioned in last week's post, so if you want to get a larger version of "Communion" the picture with my elf Ayana and her pet dragon, you can find it here.

I've also added a new contest for February. January's contest for a copy of my holiday sequel to Destiny's Choices, Destiny's Holiday, went so well that I decided to have a second contest. This is for those of you who didn't have a chance to take advantage of the special to get this sequel for free when you purchased a copy of Destiny's Choices over the holidays. While you can read Destiny's Holiday on its own, you will understand Tiana's world better if you read Destiny's Choices first.

Oh, and there's a brand new newsletter out! To get access to your copy, sign up for Regina's Universe. Oh, and you get access to all sorts of other freebies as well including a serial Native American reincarnation romance called Soul Memories, so be sure and sign up today!

Updated my website...

Well I finally took the time to update my website. I've been meaning to add a section for my works in progress so everyone could see what I'm working on and I finally got this done over the weekend. Quite an accomplishment when you consider I have a lot of irons in different fires. I still have to add the new free desktop wallpaper I created but other than that there is some great new stuff added, including a new contest!

Here's a peek at my new desktop wallpaper, the piece is called "Communion." I should have it up on my website later today.

Free Short Story from Regina Paul...

FREE SHORT STORY INSIDE WHEN YOU PURCHASE THIS TITLE!

Destiny's Choices tells the tale of Tiana Slickpoo, a Nez Perce
hereditary carrier of sacred objects. When her boyfriend James Waters
decides to attend college out of state, Tiana is wounded by his
leaving. Unable to tell him the real reason she cannot go with him,
she vows to never allow another into her heart. However, six years
later, when priceless tribal objects begin disappearing from the
reservation museum, and her art gallery, fate steps in with the
return of James.

FREE SHORT STORY INSIDE WHEN YOU PURCHASE THIS TITLE!

Destiny's Holiday

Three months after the return of James, Tiana is still learning to
adjust to having a man in her life. What will she do when he appears
with a real Christmas tree instead of the artificial one she sent him
out for? How about when she discovers he's kind of a messy person?
Will she be able to come up with the perfect incentive to make him
mend his ways, or will James do her one better with the perfect
Christmas gift?

Available until January 2, 2008!
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