Writing Paranormal Romance - Keepin' It Real
Thank you so much for having me today. I’m excited to share a little bit about my new release, Autumn’s Healing, a paranormal, erotic, romance published by Totally Bound.
It’s kind of a departure for me, dipping my toe into the paranormal romance pool. I’ve waded into the shallow end before in the form of time-travel, but I’m always afraid of taking things too far. (Like I just did with that opening.) LOL! But seriously, I don’t want readers to put the story down and think, ‘oh come on, H K, that would never happen!’ I know in the paranormal genre there is a little more latitude granted, but it’s still not a free-for-all of anything goes. There are rules, the most confusing of which is: 'Don't be afraid to break the rules'.
Though this story isn't about vampires or shifters or even time-travel. Nor did I have to do any world-building. Instead, it's more about things that go bump in the night and two people who've had more than their share of difficulties. It's about healing and rebuilding. But to rebuild, you have to tear things down, right back to the bare framework and begin again. Perhaps forever altered but hopefully stronger and sturdier than before. They are survivors. This is Mikaylah and Jerusalem’s story.
I hope you enjoy it.
Rarely do we get to pick our battles… Often, they choose us.
Single mom Mikaylah MacDonough and her only daughter Autumn have been on their own a long time. So, when Autumn goes off to school, it seems only natural for Kaylah to pull up stakes and follow, though with some clear-cut boundaries, of course. She’s determined to give Autumn space to enjoy the whole college experience but remain close enough for emergencies, meals and laundry. But when the closing date of the current house overlaps with taking possession of the ‘new’ house, along with orientation week, Autumn has to go it alone. From that moment on, Kaylah’s dreams of a new beginning turn into a complete and total nightmare.
When former serviceman Jerusalem Aames drives up to the century-old Cleary house, he sees dollar signs for himself and his all-veteran crew. The rundown, old place would finally put his fledgling construction-renovation firm in the black. But the moment he meets the gorgeous homeowner who had been duped into buying the money-pit, his attraction is swift and instantaneous.
However, there’s something very strange going on in the dilapidated house that has nothing to do with rotting timbers or shoddy wiring. Whatever it is, it’s affecting Kaylah’s state of mind, and Salem finds himself in a battle he’s not sure he can win.
What Reviewers are saying:
From the start, I was intrigued with Kaylah and her old house. The idea of the paranormal good or bad makes the story thrilling. Salem and Kaylah are both survivors and I appreciate how well they are suited for one another. Then comes the shocking truth that Salem uncovers and I was flabbergasted, did not expect the turn in this story. I love it! Autumn's Healing is a highly recommended read!
~ Amy: The TBR Pile
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They ended up in each other’s arms. Salem’s pulse was already racing from the strange events, but his interest in Kaylah was undeniable. He seized the moment and captured her lips.
At first, she froze, and he thought she might push him away.
A small sound erupted from the back of her throat and she pressed her mouth firmly to his. She fisted her hands into his shirt and pulled herself up against him. She’d be fully aware of his arousal, but that knowledge only seemed to excite her. She hauled him even closer, gripping his shirt so tightly her fingers bit into his abdomen. To his shock, she snaked her other hand downward, palming his hard-on. Unprepared, he choked at the unexpected but welcome grope.
The pressure felt good. He pushed his length into her. She rubbed with the heel of her hand. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. He was afraid if he allowed her to continue, he might embarrass himself over a couple of open-mouthed kisses and a few strokes of his over-eager cock.
To take the heat off him, he skimmed his fingers up under her shirt. She stiffened and gripped his wrist. Then swiftly, she pulled away.
“I’m sorry, Kay, I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t mean to make you uncomf— Ahh, fuck!” He raked his hand through his hair.
“Neither one of us was thinking,” she murmured as she took a step away.
In a nervous gesture, Salem swiped a hand over the back of his neck. He figured he’d kick himself out before she had the chance. “I’m gonna go,” he said, heading for the door. “But I’ll be back in the morning, and we’ll do a thorough walk-through. I’ll definitely take a better look at the wiring issue.”
“Thank you.” Her voice sounded raspy and sexy as all fuck.
He let himself out. The screen door squeaked as it closed behind him. Hazarding a quick look over his shoulder, he could barely make out Kaylah’s silhouette in the entryway.
He’d taken one step off the porch before he heard her soft voice.
“Salem… don’t go.”
Salem’s entire body tensed, his cock surged. Swiftly, he did an about-face and, as best he could, he hopped back up the stairs, careful to avoid the broken one. Kaylah pushed open the screen door and welcomed him back inside.
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres and couplings.
Variety is creativity’s playground — It’s where you’ll find me