New Release Today by Lila Shaw (My Other Pen Name)

wildwestsuccubus_FINALCOVERI mentioned a while back that I had a new release cooking that might have crossover appeal. Most of you probably know by now that I write under multiple pen names. Lila Shaw is the pen name I use for my saucier tales (erotic romance, erotica and erotic horror) but also for most of my paranormal stories.

Sometimes my stories get handed off from one pen name to the other. Prometheus Unstitched, for example, was a book I wrote fully intending to publish as Claire, but given its paranormal (superhero) nature, I turned the reins over to Lila.

The same cannot be said for Wild West Succubus. That story was always Lila’s and given that the heroine was a succubus would have always remained Lila’s. BUT the longer the story ran, the less steamy it got, to the point to where its heat rating is a level 2 on a scale of 1 (sweet) to 4 (menage, kink, etc). Because of that, I feel confident recommending it to my readers, especially if you like urban fantasy, though 1869 Kansas was hardly urban.

So what’s it about? I rather like my publisher, Liquid Silver Book’s short blurb for the book:

The West has never been so wild! A determined gargoyle is on the hunt, but he didn’t count on falling for the beautiful succubus he was sent to destroy. She’ll never be tamed or broken, but can she be saved?

Here’s the longer one:

A woman damned…

Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise, and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.

The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…

Priscilla doesn’t remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed, let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast, yet nobody notices but her?

Is she his target, his mission, or his bait?

Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him…yet she can’t stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla, or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?

And if you’re a more visual / auditory person, here’s the book trailer I made Saturday night:

Yes, that’s my old voice you hear on the tinny sounding voiceover. LOL I needed free economically-priced talent to go with the free (attribution only) music and the public domain photos in it.

I hope you’ll consider adding it to your “to be read” pile!


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Whereupon the Moody Author Returns…

Marlene screen cap from movie Shangai Express

Marlene screen cap from movie Shangai Express (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well hello there! Long time no chat.

I’ve been busy…stewing in my worries:

Worried about my blogs being attacked and destroyed again. (do I restore or move on? what else should I be doing? what was that spam comment about? was that a scout for more attacks? why me?)  -20 pts

Worried about my outstanding submissions (they hate them, they like them but are having a hard time convincing acquisitions, they lost them, they’re too busy, they don’t think they’re special enough to even warrant a response, they’re passing my query / manuscript around the office as an example of what not to do, should I nudge or be patient?) -15 pts

Worried about the book I’m editing (is it boring? lacking emotional depth? unfunny in a pathetic kind of way? a hallmark of a clueless amateur? just plain stupid?) -5 pts

Worried about my self-published book, which was free for a while but no longer is, really doing nothing more than encouraging a few hoarders to add one more book to their colossal TBR piles (which should really be labeled NBROC = Never Be Read Only Collected like the crazy lady who collects cats but can’t possibly take care of them all.) -10 pts

Worried my online persona comes off too much like Marlene Dietrich (I vant to be alone) or Woody Allen—paranoid and needy only much less talented—or ego-centric like Scarlet O’Hara. This post is clearly exhibit Z. -10 pts

Worried about my job (new boss, dark secrets I can’t share, peoples’ livelihoods in my hands, my own tentative future, what if I have to go job-hunting?…good gravy I’m old…a place like Google wouldn’t even hire me to do basic accounting because the whole employment world is Abercrombie and Fitch in some respects and I’m the fat girl they don’t even want to be seen wearing their clothes.) -50 pts

Worried my husband’s a little too prepared for the zombie apocalypse / North Korean invasion / alien invasion / Mad Max-like societal deterioration when the water runs out and the power grid goes down and the underground Tremor worms come out to feast. -5 pts

So yeah…I been a little busy fighting windmills in my head.


But on the bright side:

I (Lila) signed with a new publisher for a novella releasing in late Q3 or early Q4! Thank you, Liquid Silver Books! +20 pts

I (Lila) had a short story accepted by an anthology. Thank you, Evernight Publishing. +15 pts

Those agents and publishers with my full manuscripts (three of them) haven’t said “no” yet either. +15 pts

I’m ahead of my Goodreads 2013 Reading Challenge pace by eight (8) books. Never underestimate the therapeutic powers of a good or even mediocre book. +5 pts

My new boss actually seems like a nice guy who values my opinion…worth its weight in gold. +10 pts

My youngest son is getting straight A’s and has lettered in band. (If you knew the meandering path he took before he finally had the epiphany that led this achievement, you’d be even more amazed. Count me amongst the believers in the power of music to soothe the savage beast.) +15 pts

My oldest is finally taking pride in his appearance and might actually have a girlfriend…or at least a girl friend. See the difference a single space makes? Yeah, that’s how real life works sometimes too. +10 pts

My husband actually seems to still love me after twenty-two years. And so does my dog.  +23 pts

So…in summary, and because it’s always about the math, I give my mental health a:  -115 + 113 = -2.

Writing this post gave me a +5 boost, so right now, at this very moment, I’m a +3, but like a weather vane, easily redirected by the lightest of breezes.

On that positive note (literally) and before the winds change, I’ll bid you adieu and get back to editing His Acadian Lady.