I am so thrilled to announce that “A Perfect Symmetry” will be released on March 23rd.
Here’s the beautiful cover with Casey front and center and Eileen and Mach grounding him.

Welcome to the world of Khatkool, cat shifter and secret ally of the Terrans. Khat has maintained his feline shape for ten long years as Aviva Shiron’s furry companion.
Now he has reached his maturity and shifted to human. He must mate within one month or at the end return to his furred form…forever.
He has met the one with whom he wishes to mate and now comes the Ritual.
Let me know what you think of my guys
Khat increased his pace, tugging at the clothes he had been forced to wear in his human form. The sunshine yellow top hugged his lean physique and the tight, low-slung jeans cupped his ass and balls. 
He couldn’t wait to get out of them. 
He had told Mark to meet him at the gazebo in the park. The secluded area was idyllic and he wanted their first time to be perfect.
There he was. The day was sweltering hot and Mark had already stripped off his shirt. Khat’s mouth watered at the sight of his half-nude body. Soon they’d both be naked.
He couldn’t wait.
They needed no words.
Khat pushed Mark against the gazebo’s wooden wall and gripped the nape of his neck.
Their lips and tongues joined and he thrust his groin against Mark, loving the feel of the rough denim abrading his naked cock.
Mark shoved his hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing his aching prick. 

Khat purred.
And pulled off his top.
Finally, they were skin to skin.
And the Ritual grew heated.

The reason I picked the first yummy candy was because of those gorgeous eyes. I picked the second one because of the hunkalicious body.

So tell me, which turns you on first?
Gorgeous face or gorgeous body?

Please leave a comment to be entered in the contest.

 

 

Liquid Silver Books is having an Eye Candy Valentine Blog Contest  

Once you’ve finished drooling over the men,
come join the Liquid Silver’s “Reveal Your Heart” Valentine’s Day bash,
Saturday, February 14th on the

Liquid Silver Yahoo Loop.

LSB authors will be offering excerpts, freebies, and general party frivolity
throughout the day. You won’t want to miss out on all the give aways
as well as chatting with your favorite author and
perhaps meet some new comers to the LSB family.
If you’re not already a member come on over to
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/liquidsilverreaders/

 

 

Everyone who follows the trail from beginning to end on Valentine’s Day
will have their name thrown into a hat to win some nifty prizes.

You merely follow the trail of hot men
any time from midnight Friday to midnight Saturday (EST)!
If you are just hooking in here, the actual trail begins at
 http://stephanieadkins.wordpress.com/blog/
And hopefully, you just came from
http://maricarr.com/?page_id=11
If you are already following the trail, the next link in our chain is:
http://www.ninapierce.com/romanceblog/

We’re having a Casting Call for the cover models for

A Perfect Symmetry.
I thought I had found Casey Aidan, but a new

contender has popped up. Let me know what you think

of the new guy on the block.
Sorry about the watermarks…
Please tell me who hits the spot:
Naked Casey or Clothed Casey

A Song of the Sidhe has been nominated for Fantasm’s 2009 Best Faerie Tale Romance.
I was so thrilled to receive this nomination. Voting hasn’t begun yet, but info can be found at this link.
Updates to follow!

Casey Aidan, Irish Terran

 

Here’s a glimpse into Casey’s life.

 “Christ, woman, watch it with those branches. You damn near took my eye out!”

      “Sorry!”

      Eileen was glad Casey was behind her and couldn’t see the little smile upon her face. She always did enjoy a bit of payback and this was just a way to give him the back of her hand without raising a finger.

      He hadn’t stopped flirting with her the entire trip. Not that she minded flirting; it was the begrudging manner of the man. Like he couldn’t help it. Like he’d flirt with anything with breasts. Like he knew he had her hot and wet with just the sound of his voice.

      Was he also a Terran Singer? She’d learned more about their power since her experience when Ethan Clark had enlisted her help. She grimaced. No, Casey wasn’t a Singer. He was just a smooth-talking, good-looking Irishman.

      Just like her ex-boyfriend. 

      Maybe that was the reason she was so irked with Casey. He reminded her of Timothy.

      Damn him.

      The fellow was just being friendly. She braked to a stop.

      And Casey ran directly into her.

      “Lord, are you trying to do me injury?”

      He’d grabbed her instinctively and she twisted now in his arms.

      “Leave off! I’m not one of those women who fall into your arms.”

      Casey released his grip, staring at her glowering face. “Where the bloody hell did you come off with that line?”

      Eileen rubbed her arms and Casey cursed aloud.

      “Christ! I’ve hurt you!”

      He ran his fingers through his hair, then slammed his fist against a slim birch, shattering the bark from its trunk. He gaped at his clenched fingers as though they belonged to another man.

      With a stifled groan, he sank to the ground, resting his head in his hands.

      Eileen knelt next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

      “Casey, I’m sorry I reacted so crazy to…well, to everything. You didn’t hurt me just now and you didn’t insult me in the car.”        

      She leaned her head against him and she felt his warmth against her hands.

      “Please, Casey. Get up and come with me. We’re almost at the cave.” She rose, waiting for his response.

      Casey looked up at her. “I can’t control it. I killed half a dozen men without blinking an eye. I burned them to ashes.” He gazed at his hands. “I didn’t even have to touch them. I just pointed my hand…” He ran his left hand over his right, then turned his hands palms up. He fisted them, his nails biting into his skin, his knuckles white.

      Eileen crashed back down and grabbed him.

      “Stop it! Stop it, right now! Unclench your hands, you stubborn Kerryman! It’s not your fault! Get up off your ass and follow me! You bloody fool, if you’re so worried about what you are and what you can do, you’d be better off coming with me, then lamenting like a baby unable to tie his shoes!” She bent and kissed the deep crescent nail marks on his unfurled palms. “You fool, you’ll learn. That’s why you’re here.”

      Casey glanced down at Eileen’s bent head. Tears glimmered in his eyes and he took a deep breath.

      “His name was Lark.”

      She raised her head, dropped his hands and lowered herself down to the ground. “What?”

      He sighed. “No. Who. The reason why I lost it. Why I torched those men.” He waited a beat. “They killed the man I loved.”

      Eileen remained silent.

      Casey shifted, moving back against the birch tree he’d damaged. He took a deep breath and let it out before he spoke again.

      “I don’t fecking understand it. For most of my life, I was after the girls like a fox after a hen. Then I met Paddy Larkin last year and…and.” He paused and looked at Eileen’s quiet face. There were no signs of disgust or disdain, just a calm sense of acceptance. Encouraged, he pushed his sweat-dampened hair off his forehead and continued.

      “He had the ugliest mug you could curse on a guy. He looked like he could slice your ear off and never blink an eye. He’d scared half the men in my unit at the end of his first day after they’d transferred him to us. By the end of the first week, he’d gotten into so many fights, I hauled him into my office to ask why the hell they’d made him my second-in-command when the men were either afraid of him or wanted to prove they weren’t.

      “He didn’t say a damn thing at first, then he looked at me and smiled. The first time I’d seen him smile the entire week he’d been with us.”

      Casey’s voice broke. Eileen longed to reach out and comfort him, but kept her hands still in her lap, fearing that he’d stop before he’d had his say.

      Casey closed his eyes his arms limp at his side as he continued.

      “His smile transformed him. I never knew that something like that could happen. His smile…his smile was gentle, self-deprecating and cocky all at the same time. He laughed, then grinned full out.

      “He said, ‘I figured to let them get it out of their system. I’m thinking I’ve one or two with some fight left in them, then we can go on once they realize I won’t kill them, only beat them to a pulp.’ He looked me in the eye. ‘You can’t respect a man or follow his orders if you don’t know that he’s stronger than you, but knows his limits. The men don’t know me from a rat’s arse. They need to be sure I deserve to be the one to turn to if anything happens to you. You need to know that you can depend on me to cover your back.’”

      Casey opened his eyes and stared, unseeing, into the forest.

      “I fell in love with him that day. I’d never known a man like him before. I couldn’t handle what I felt for him. Christ, he’d make me tremble when he’d slap me on the back when we’d come back from a successful mission. I tried not to be alone with him, and it was driving me crazy because that was all I wanted to do.” He swore under his breath. “He made me hard. I couldn’t figure it out. I called up every female I knew when I was off-duty. I’d take them back to their flats and fuck their eyes out.” His mouth slashed to a razor sharp line. “What the hell was going on with me? How could I swive these women and yet, want to do the same thing with Paddy? Then, one day, it didn’t matter why I felt this way, because I found out that Lark felt the same.”

      He smiled, a weak, feeble thing. “It was like something out of a bad porno flick. After a long, hot day training with new equipment, I was in the officers’ shower. Water pounded in my ears and I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone until I felt a calloused hand on my hip and felt a lathered bar of soap running down my backside. I started and whirled around to see Lark standing naked in the stall with me. His short hair was plastered to his skull and water dripped off his broken nose. Drops of water beaded his eyelashes.

      “I couldn’t bring myself to look any further down until he told me to.

      “‘Look down. Look at what the hell you do to me, Casey. Look at what the fuck we do to each other.’”

      “I forced myself to look and I found my gaze riveted. He did feel exactly like I did.”

      Eileen couldn’t tear her eyes away as Casey visibly shuddered.

      “‘Now what?’ I said.

      “Lark smiled. ‘Now, you let me fuck you; let me make love to you, and then…you do the same to me.’”

      “It was that easy. Lark was the most bloody…he was the most generous…” Casey’s eyes begged for her understanding. “I loved him, damn it! Then he got his bloody self killed! How can…how can I want you now? Why do I find you desirable?” He laughed. “Why did I tell you what happened?” He shut his eyes and scowled.

      Eileen moved next to him and squeezed his shoulder.    

      “I can tell it’s been eating you up inside. I won’t say a thing to anyone if you don’t want me to, but listen to me, Casey. The best thing you can do is focus on something outside your realm of experience. Meet with Dagda. Learn about your heritage.”

      Casey nodded. “It’s what I promised Lark I would do. It’s the only way I can show what he meant to me.” He rose to his feet reeling like a drunk after a weeklong binge and leaned against the tree. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

The battle begun over 3,000 years ago wages on…

The struggle between good and evil continues

Brigid and Gabe Kawsantower and Ethan Clark, members of the Terran race, return to America following the disappearing trail of Lord Nolen, a crazed Terran Destroyer. They’ve foiled his plans to open a gate in Ireland for the demon, Ba’al. Now, if they can’t find Nolen again, he’ll continue to work toward world domination as Ba’al’s emissary. But where is he and how does he plan to achieve his goal?
To assist them in finding and defeating Nolen, they enlist the aid of Terrans in America and Ireland.In

 

Ireland, Dagda, Brigid’s father, an ancient Irish Terran Protector, finds allies with Eileen Murray and Casey Aidan, young Irish Terrans of mixed blood. Both Fire Keepers, Eileen had assisted Brigid, Gabe and Ethan earlier and now acts as Dagda’s recruiter, seeking Irish Terrans who have forgotten their heritage. Casey, is also a Protector, the warrior class of Terrans, and as an orphan, is searching for his roots. He’s also fighting to understand his newly awakened attraction to men…and women. Dagda’s greatest ally, though is Machnamh – Mach – Mach is one of the pureblood Irish Spirit Keepers, known to modern day Irish as the Sidhe. When Mach meets Eileen and Casey he realizes that in order to heal Casey’s torn spirit , he must recognize his sexual duality. The three join together in a passionate ménage and discover the Perfect Symmetry needed to achieve harmony and gain greater strength to aid in the fight against Lord Nolen.

Lord Nolen has also found minions to help his evil plans. Lorraine Foley , is a match for Nolen. An insane, sadistic killer, she dreams of becoming Nolen’s consort and the most powerful female in the world. James Macalister, a young gay man only dreams of being Nolen’s one true love and will do anything – even share Nolen with Lorraine in a tortured threesome - if it means that Nolen will keep him by his side. But will their presence help Nolen with his plans or weaken him?

In New York City, Gabe calls upon Aviva Shiron to help them fight Lord Nolen. Aviva, a Desert Terran, and, like Ethan, a Terran Singer - is able to control humans and Terrans alike with her music. Though she longs to become Ethan’s love, his heart remains with Brigid. Gabe and Ethan struggle with their competing love for Brigid. Only when Brigid deciphers an ancient code do they realize that to defeat Nolen they must join together – body, mind and heart – to become the final Perfect Symmetry and destroy Lord Nolen forever.
 

A New Year and a New Website ~ and a Contest!

To celebrate the launch of my new website designed by the brilliant Celia Kyle, I’m offering a Contest and a Drawing for all three books in the

Hearthome Trilogy ~ Silver Fire, Amber Inferno and Sapphire Flames

PLUS  MFRW Excerpts Book One – All genres, all heat levels and

MFRW Excerpts Book Three – Gay Fiction of all heat levels.

Just visit my new website at http://www.jeannebarrack.com, read the excerpts and answer these questions:
1) What is the name of the organization to which Gabe belongs? {“The Shimmering Flame” }

2) What does Donal use to tie Ceoleen’s hands? {”A Song of the Sidhe”} 

3) What color eyes does Aaron have? {”The Sweet Flag”}

4) What color is the gown worn by Lucrezia? {”The Crystal Flacon”, book #5}

5) In what part of her body does Julie get a cramp? {”No One Else on Earth”}

6) What color are Shari’s panties? {”Babes in Toyland II: ‘The Game’”}

Use the contact form on the website to mail me the answers. The Contest will end October 31st at midnight.

Hope you’ll visit!

Well, I changed the title from “Imperfect” to “Perfect” for good

 karma!
I finally sent it off to my editor and it came out as *gulp* 100,000 words.

As I did my final-before-sending-it-off edits, I realized that, yeah,

I like it, I really like it!
Loose ends tied, but still room for some of the characters to come

back for new adventures.
Anyway, now comes the hard part: waiting for my editor’s response.

I’m working on An Imperfect Symmetry, the sequel to The Shimmering Flame  and I realized,I need a hero! So, I’m off to find an Irish hunk!
Here’s one candidate!

His name is Jareth and, here’s where finding Jareth becomes a strange coincidence: In my first published romance, my hero’s name was Jareth!

I’ve had a soft spot for Pierce Brosnan ever since “The Manions in America”.

Here’s a lovely photo:

I always thought that Pierce would make a wonderful Roarke from J.D. Robb’s “In Death” series.
Well, here you are. Two lovely Irish hunks.

just the first of more to come!