Sunday, 31 March 2013

Sinful Sunday with Siobhan Muir

Happy Easter everybody! Or if you don't celebrate Easter, Happy Sunday! The lovely Siobhan Muir is my guest today for Sinful Sunday. She writes for her readers, but her books are published by Siren and Evernight. She's got an excerpt for us today from her new release.

Thank you for having me on your Sinful Sunday blog spot, Michelle. I really appreciate it. And Happy Easter to all of you!

With that in mind, I want to talk about my newest book A Hell Hound's Fire, a short free read coming out on April 2, 2013. That's in two days! :D Because everyone deserves a gift for Easter.

This short story is an introduction to the town of Cloudburst, Colorado, and all the amazing creatures who live there. Several more stories set in Cloudburst are coming, but for now, I'm introducing Alex MacLaren and Sarah Flanagan. Sarah is a werewolf, Moon Singer, on the run from a demon and needs some protection. Alex is a Hell Hound, one of the rare Moon Singers with the ability to catch fire, and is used to living alone, especially since his last mate died.

For those of you familiar with my Moon Singers from Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack, werewolves have the ability to sense their True Mates, and they go a little crazy when they find them. Neither Alex nor Sarah has ever experienced meeting their True Mate…until now.

EXCERPT of A Hell Hound's Fire

Alex pieced together the ingredients for spaghetti with chicken from the freezer, and started cooking as he heard the water upstairs running. Good thing he’d remembered to pay the gas bill and buy a few provisions this month. He’d been staying in a small apartment in town temporarily, despite the danger to his neighbors. Yeah, eight years temporarily.

Alex shook his head. Maybe it was time to return to River House. But he had nothing to keep him here. Lisa was gone and everything here reminded him of her.

The scuff of a boot against the flagstone floor made him look up.

“Supper smells good.” Sarah hovered at the edge of the kitchen. “Can I help with anything?”

“It’s just chicken and pasta. Best I could do on short notice.” He glanced around at the dusty kitchen and chagrin swirled in his gut. “Sorry about the dust. I’ll get to it here in a sec.”

“Let me. I might be tired, but I can still wipe up some counters.”

“Where’s Liam?”

“I convinced him to take the bath.” She bit her lip. “Is that okay?”

“Of course. Damn, I think there are towels in the linen closet behind the bathroom door. Let me go get them.”

“I found them.” She rested her hand on his arm, stalling him. Heat crawled over his skin from her hand, warming him in ways he hadn’t known he needed. “Thank you.”

He fell into her pale green gaze and his heart stirred along with his cock. This one! This one is the right one. His Brother let loose a whine and Alex almost pulled Sarah into his arms and kissed her. But lightning flashed and thunder shook the house, making him jump. He stepped back.

“You’re welcome. All part of the plan to keep you safe. You’ve had a rough time and I’m happy to help.” 

Alex glanced out the windows to see rain rattling against the glass in great sheets. “Looks like we caught a break, though.”

A cute crease developed between her auburn brows. “How so?”

“Fitzroy said water confuses demons. I figure between the river and the rain storm, we got it covered.”

“Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right.” She looked so lost and alone he wanted to gather her into his arms and hold her tight.

“It’s going to be okay, Sarah.”

The bleakness of her expression tore at his heart. “Do you know how often I’ve thought those words only to discover they aren’t true? A demon is after me and my son, Mr. MacLaren. Nothing will ever be okay.”

“Hey.” He couldn’t resist grasping her hand and pulling her to face him. “You’ve come here seeking help and that’s what you’re going to get. We’ll get through this and beat this thing. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that, Mr. MacLaren.” She shook her head fiercely. “Everyone who has come into contact with the demon, who has tried to help us – they’re dead.”

“None of them were Hell Hounds, were they? Or dragons?”

Sarah bit her bottom lip. “No.”

“Believe me, that’s what will make the difference this time. We’ll take the demon down and send it packing.”

“How?” She looked up at him and searched his eyes as if the answer scrolled across his face.

“Let’s not worry about it right now. You and Liam need food rest. Let’s start with that.”

He met her gaze and offered his best encouraging smile. Some of the tension left her expression and she tentatively smiled back at him, the hope in her gaze drawing him closer. Before he could think through his actions, he tilted his head and covered her lips with his.

Sarah stiffened with surprise, but with a moan of desperation, she opened her mouth and gave into his kiss. Hot, searing lust spiked through Alex as the taste warm, willing woman and frantic need hit his tongue. The scents of peat bogs and spring hyacinth flooded his nose, and he couldn’t stop from caressing her tongue with his.

Mine! Must protect. True Mate. Alex’s Brother surged forward and made him tighten his grip on the delicious woman in his arms. He wanted to question the “True Mate” bit, but lust, need, and her scent swamped his mind until emotion ruled him.

Alex growled and pressed Sarah up against the counter, one arm wrapped around her back, his other hand spearing through her silken ponytail. The auburn strands felt like satin rope and he tightened his fist, dragging her head back. She whimpered and her nails dug into his back through his shirt as she wrapped one leg around his thigh. She ground her mound against his rock-hard cock and he swore his eyes rolled back in his head.

Want. Want her now. True Mate. Tugging her head back again, he broke the kiss and licked her throat, lust demanding he mark her as his. He worked his hand between their bodies and stroked the crotch of her jeans, the heat and dampness there searing his fingers. Feral need exploded through him and the scent of her arousal insisted he mate with her immediately.

And he would have, except the pasta pot boiled over right beside them.

They broke apart, Alex scrambling to turn down the heat on the stove. His cock throbbed against the fly of his jeans, mourning the loss of Sarah’s warmth, but guilt hit him straight between the eyes. What the fuck am I doing?

Thanks so much for stopping by today. If you're not familiar with my storytelling style, A Hell Hound's Fire comes out April 2nd on Smashwords for free. Feel free to tell your friends about it.

Love can be found in the most unlikely places, even the heart of a Hell Hound.

Alex MacLaren figures he'll never find love again after his mate dies. As one of the rare Hell Hound werewolves, his chances are slim to none. And slim went home. When the local Morukai shaman calls on him to protect a lovely Irish werewolf and her young son from demons, he can't help but take the job.

Sarah Flanagan is desperate to save her son Liam from the deadly monster trailing them, but she's out of options and places to hide. She lost her mate the last time she encountered a demon, and with Liam depending on her, the stakes are far higher this time. After meeting Alex, she's not sure about the Hell Hound, but she’s no fool. He’s their best hope for survival... and hers for another chance at love.

Thanks again for having me today, Michelle, and happy reading everyone! :)

Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s upcoming release, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin, is from Siren Publishing, and she has published Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.


  1. Thank you so much for having me here today, Michelle, and I hope you have a very happy Easter. :)

  2. It's been great so far, Siobhan! I'm glad you could stop by.