Claimed By the Beast Nocturne Cravings

December 27, 2013







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Dr. Daphne Panetta is desperate to find a cure for a virus that turns its victims into zombie werewolves. Infected Konstantin Gevaudan should be nothing more than a test subject, but the only thing Daphne fears more than the beast within him is her own intense attraction to the virile man himself….

When the research facility where he’s being held goes up in flames, Konstantin has no choice but to take Daphne on the run with him. For the desire burning between them can mean only one thing: she is his true mate. But how can he claim her without changing her—forever?




Where the others were seemingly mindless killing machines, there was a self-awareness in his eyes. He was a predator, to be sure, as ravenous as the rest of them. What made him terrifying was his cunning, his obviously human logic.

And this one had a name—Konstantin Gevaudan.

Obviously aware of her scrutiny, he stepped forward, prowling toward the observatory as if she were the one on display.

The shadows fell away like a cloak, the bright sodium lights blaring down on his massive form. He stood, rising up bipedal and perfect, with none of the abnormalities of the others except for those eyes blazing that strange electric blue, like an LED bulb. Form followed function, each part of his body designed with the same purpose in mind—to be the most efficient killing machine. Thickly muscled, but his tread was light, graceful. His movements were fluid synchronicity. In fact, he was horrifyingly beautiful.

He knew it, too. The beast stopped under a particularly focused shaft of light, displaying himself for her. The sleek pitch of his silky pelt, the sculpted planes of his musculature so much like a human’s but still so alien, and the sly, knowing look in his eyes.

Daphne found herself almost hypnotized by the creature, unable to look away. Maybe he was somehow part King Cobra and he’d caught her in a death sway. Her rational, educated brain told her this was more information than they’d ever been able to gather before. No matter how uncomfortable it was, how ugly, or even how she ached for Bethany, she had to keep him engaged. The cameras were still recording.

Although, the primal, basic animal part of her brain screamed for her to break the spell, to flee. To hide away so his horrible eyes couldn’t dig down into the meat of her, into her fear. The faint beep from the lapel of her lab coat vaguely registered—she was excreting pheromones at dangerous levels. The infected could scent them even through all the barriers.

The throng of the deformed, snarling infected were suddenly in frenzy mode, throwing themselves against the electrified walls, their claws scraping down the enchanted glass as they struggled to get at her—prey.

A sound that Daphne first thought was an earthquake rumbled deep, until she realized it was coming from it—him—Konstantin.

His muzzle retracted in a snarl, revealing supernaturally straight white teeth that looked more at home on a barracuda than a wolf. She shuddered and his lips twisted farther. He turned his great head slowly toward the wolves, as if focusing the sites of a weapon.

The bass sound began to build, but it wasn’t until the space around him trembled with its might did the noise erupt from him in a deafening roar that was itself the hand of a vengeful god smiting the wretched masses.

Infected wolves yelped and whined as their ears bled and it seemed their nervous systems had been paralyzed by the sound. They dropped to their bellies, their yips quickly fading.

Daphne prayed to any gods that were listening they’d caught a digital imprint of the roar and could reproduce it. It could be the weapon they needed if they couldn’t synthesize a cure.

His attention snapped back to her, his appraisal blatant, intense, and obviously human. She refused to look away or back down, even though her adrenaline spiked again.

The beast lifted his nose to the air with purpose, his too sharp eyes still focused on her. As if that scent were some delectable sweet she’d prepared especially for him. He stalked forward closing the space, coming as close to the observatory bubble as any of them had ever dared.

That primal part of her screamed at her to run and the logical part agreed, but she stood her ground. She knew he could smell her fear like a perfume, but that was the difference between humans and beasts. Daphne refused to be controlled by her lizard brain. She was a rational being in charge of her own actions.

The only thing between them now was the glass. She swallowed hard, her saliva thick as a wad of cotton in her throat. Daphne’s fingers hovered over the button that would slam the panic protocol wall between the enclosure and the observatory.

His regard was as intense as it had been before, but instead of staring her down, he sized her up. His gaze lingered on her breasts.

Undeniably male, and human.

Suddenly where there’d been a beast, there was a man. She jerked back from the glass, unable to control the visceral reaction to the intrinsic need to put more space between them. If she’d thought the beast was horrifically beautiful, the man was even more so.

Daphne could see the beast looking out at her from underneath his skin.

What beautiful skin it was—smooth and unblemished, like alabaster. He was as pale as the moon, the silvery sheen of his flesh utterly surreal. His powerful body seemed compacted now, coiled and waiting to strike. This creature was still every inch a predator.

Her gaze was drawn down from his broad shoulders, his pecs, his defined abs, and lower still to that ridged triangulation of muscle that directed her study to the last place she wanted to look.

Yes, every long, thick, hard inch of predator.

Already high on adrenaline, her body responded in kind. Fear and lust induced many of the same bodily responses. Clinically, it was a simple matter of biology, as basic as breathing.

Only her breathing wasn’t basic. It shuddered out of her in staccato bursts, her lips plumped, nipples tightened, heartbeat thundered, and her thighs clenched hard against the electric jolt of desire that stabbed through her.

Daphne jerked her eyes back to his face—it looked like something that belonged in an art museum. Or maybe it was the face of the Devil himself, with those damned infected blue eyes staring back at her.

His mouth curved in a scimitar of a smile, lifting his head as the animal had done. Scenting the air—her desire.

Even though he looked like a man, he wasn’t. She knew the bio suit worked. He’d infected Bethany, ripped her humanity away from her not on instinct, not because no matter what he ate he was always starving, but because he simply wanted to.

Guilt flooded her again, disgust at her body’s reaction to the monster.

His head cocked to the side, as if he could hear her thoughts and found them strange. He splayed his hand on the glass, the electric current there having no effect on him. Or if he felt it at all, he demonstrated no reaction.

Her hand rose of its own accord, slowly like moving through water, and settled palm flat against the spot where his rested. She wanted to jerk her hand away, he was a monster. He was a test subject. He was the enemy.

MuseTracks Guest – Eva Gordon – Romance in a Apocalyptic World & Giveaway!

May 17, 2013

MuseTracks is happy to host fantasy and paranormal author, Eva Gordon. Especially if she can help us fight off any impending zombie invasion.

Romance in a Post-Apocalyptic World
By Eva Gordon, Author of Apocalyptic Moon

Book 1 in the Dystopian Paranormal Romance After the Bane Seriesevagordon1

The power grid is gone. Our government has lost control. A disease has ravaged humanity or a great environmental disaster or even nuclear war has turned the earth into ghost planet. There are numerous scenarios from the biblical apocalypse to alien invasion or the current favorite, a zombie pandemic.

Survivors will have to deal with starvation, finding drinkable water, the danger from whatever had caused the apocalypse (demons, aliens, radiation, robots or zombies), and the road warrior type gangs, looting raping and killing. Or perhaps, a dictator will take over and keep order by taking away our rights.

evagrodon2Since my dystopian paranormal romance, Apocalyptic Moon takes place during the zombie apocalypse, the zombie pandemic will be my metaphor for romance in the apocalypse.

What will happen to romance and love during the apocalypse? No flower shops left for buying her Valentine’s roses, no birth control pills or condoms, no going to Victoria’s Secret to buy lingerie to get him in the mood. Yikes, no Viagra for older gentlemen. Okay, so you can loot pharmacies, but for how long? In a matter of days, all supplies are gone. Unless you are a ‘prepper’ (people preparing for a true apocalypse in underground bunkers), things in the romance department will get sticky, or is that messy? Without working plumbing, how will one smell nice for the cute guy next door who just chopped off a zombie’s head.evagordon3 glen and maggie

Sex could be dangerous. Imagine being pregnant while zombies roam the earth? Remember, Lori from The Walking Dead? How do you get a year supply of birth control pills? And what about venereal diseases? No antibiotics. Time to start making friends with a chemical pharmacist. (Truth is most medical staff and first responders will be the first to get exposed.) Condoms you say. How long can condoms be stored for? Who will be willing to make sheepskin condoms? This is not covered in my zombie survival book. Avoid sex? Not likely. The drive to reproduce to survive as a species is a biological priority.

evagordon4 Warm bodiesRomance of course will not go away, no matter what. And I’m not just talking about smitten teenagers like in Warm Bodies (I have not seen this movie yet.), but any person, no matter what age. We all want to snuggle with a special person while zombies shuffle behind the walls of our safe room.

Studies have shown that danger may even contribute to falling in love and enhance romance . (2004. Why We Love: The Nature and Chemistryevagordon5 zombies coming of Romantic Love. New York, NY: Henry Hold and Company, LLC.). Probably because of the drive to reproduce before dying Darwin thing?

Oxytocin, the love hormone certainly lifts your mood. A good thing if there are no more coffee shops or fun comedies to watch.

In a post-apocalyptic world, it will be all about who you trust. Who could you trust more than a lover?

Love may be the second time around. There will be widows, widowers and many who have lost their significant others or entire family. Maybe we will settle for companionship instead of our beloved soul mate. Or, perhaps the apocalypse will force us into the arms of our true soul mate.evagordon 6 CANMLDIT

evagordon 7 trust hormoneOr will we become survival practical? A man or woman who is a master archer may suddenly be more attractive than the guy/gal with the MBA. Again, I’m thinking of Daryl from the Walking Dead, not my type but during the zombie Apocalypse, a big yes. A cave man who can bring down a mammoth, I mean zombie.evagordon 8 Daryl

Vegans can hook up with botanists who know their edible plants. Or how about that brilliant mechanic who is a steampunk nerd?evagordon 9 edible plants

In my current novel, the hero is a zombie-fighting werewolf (good thing he is immune to the zombie’s bite). If zombies exist then I want hot looking werewolves to exist as well. Not the Werewolf of London type, but the alpha hero found in the pages of the numerous paranormal romance novels.evagordon 10 werewolfattackzombieart

Comment Question:

If you were living during the Zombie Apocalypse who would you want to cuddle up with? He/she can be any character from movie/book/real life and explain why. The best commenter will get a free pdf e-book copy of my paranormal romance, Apocalyptic Moon.

Eva chose  girldrinkdrunk as her winner of Apocalyptic Moon for her creative list. Congrats! Eva will be contacting you soon.


Book tagline:
Ravaged by a global zombie pandemic, humanity’s survival depends on the secret society of shifters, but can they be trusted?
Book Blurb:
perf5.000x8.000.inddDr. Dora Adler’s life has been in disarray since the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, but when she gets bitten by one of the undead her whole world is turned upside down. Held captive in a secret underground lab, the tall, muscular hunk in the next cell is her only hope for salvation. Unfortunately, he claims to be a werewolf. Yeah, and she’s supposedly a witch.

Dirk Gunderson is an alpha Arbor pack werewolf. Captured and collared, he’s sold to the zombie lab in hopes his blood serum can create a vaccine. He needs to escape, but not without the hot little brunette witch.

In the midst of enemy werewolves and the hordes of undead, Dirk and Dora’s sexual tension ignites a blaze hotter than the desert highway. Along their journey, they battle the inevitable: a werewolf must never take a witch as a mate.

Eva Gordon’s Bio:

I write fantasy and paranormal novels with a strong romantic element. I love to create stories that combine my passion for mythology, romance and werewolf lore. I also write steampunk and Victorian era historical and alternative novels. Busy sending them out to agents and publishers.
Apocalyptic Moon is the first in my After the Bane series. Coming soon will be Lycan Gladiator in my paranormal wolfish romance historical series, The Wolf Maiden Saga.
I have a BS in Zoology and graduate studies in Biology. I have taught high school Biology, Environmental Science and Anatomy/Physiology. When not in my den writing, I enjoy world travel, steampunk conventions, hiking, raptor rehabilitation and wolf sanctuaries.
I also teach online workshops on wolf lore ancient falconry and animal lore for Romance Writers of America and other writer groups. If you are interested in my workshops, please contact me.

Eva’s website, blog, social media and book trailer:
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Where to purchase Apocalyptic Moon:

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The Wild Rose Press:
Coming soon to Barnes and Noble, Apple, Kobo and more…

The fantasy writing motivation calendar

January 5, 2012

I’m really grateful that I treated myself to a Tony Mauro wall calendar again this year.

This is my third. On it, I record my word count or editing time, along with writing milestones such as finish editing a chapter or finish writing the first draft of a novel.

I’ve kept all my calendars and now after two years, they stand as an easy record of my writing progress. They are really useful to check at the end of the year in order to see exactly what I have done (or not).

And since I write paranormal, I found Tony Mauro’s work really inspiring since he designs the best paranormal romance cover such as Anya Bast and Yasmine Galenorn’s work.

I just love looking at it, be inspired and see my progress.

M-C xoxox

(image: Tony Mauro)

Writer Inspiration: Elizabeth Darvill

June 22, 2010

by Marie-Claude Bourque

Hi everyone,

I am very please to welcome today my good friend and steampunk partner in crime author Elizabeth Darvill who just got a great news last week! She sold two of her steampunk short stories to HQ Spice Brief. But you don’t need to wait too long to read her books.  Her first steammy steampunk short story is avalaible in ebook as of yesterday from Tease Publishing. Read the blurb below.

Why Write Romance?

Hello! I am very pleased to be here at musetracks! Today, I am going to answer the most often asked question I get. Why do you write romance and what made you start. So, the answer to this question is not nearly as profound as most, sadly. I have always written as a way to distract myself, entertain myself or just to make myself feel better. It was all terrible and only for my own person gratification, in case you were wondering. I dabbled in script writing, poetry and a few other random things. It wasn’t until my early 20’s that I actually read my first “romance” book. I was an avid reader, but had never actually delved into that genre before. I loved them so much, that I naturally decided to write one on a whim.

It turns out, that I LOVE writing romance so much! It has to have the paranormal element in it to keep me interested, and lately a lot of steampunk elements are sneaking in, but I still LOVE it! I have been writing romance for a little over two years now and I reached my dream of being published. I received my first contract with Lyrical Press in January of this year for my vampire/lycan story, “Bound by Blood.” Somewhere along the line, writing has turned from just a fun hobby to a career path. I still love it and am so happy to be making my writing a bigger and better part of my life!

So here is my little encouraging speech to you….just keep truckin! I knew nothing when I started, I didn’t have a degree in English, but I had the drive. So I kept writing and revising and submitting with abandon, probably making every amateur mistake along the way! But, I did it(although, I still don’t claim to know much) and so can you!

            Now, ~ehem~ I am going to shamelessly plug my up-coming release a fun, sexy steampunk short “Love in a Time of Steam”.(because another fun part of writing is pimping yourself around) “Love in a Time of Steam releases on July 15th from Tease Publishing. It will be a part of their steampunk anthology, “Love Like Clockwork. It will release as an e-book first and later on this year in print as part of the full anthology! It will be up for pre-sale around July 1st and you can buy it here,

            Thank you so much for following my random ramblings! Go ahead and leave me a comment if you wish and I will pick someone at random to receive a fun little promo packet! ~Elizabeth Darvill



Love in a Time of Steam – Blurb

Ashlyn hasn’t seen Gray her former lover in five long years. Not since the day he believed her to be a traitor to the military cause they both served.

Now as the volatile nature of their planet is reaching a fevered pitch, and the war over water to run their steam-powered technology is threatening all beings, she must face him once more.

Despite her intense hatred towards Gray, Ashlyn can’t let the father of her child be murdered by General Dagnus, the leader of the opposing army. Risking her life, Ashlyn lays everything on the line to save the man that betrayed her once. As they work together to survive, will they be able to rekindle the passion they once shared?

Thank you so much for visiting Elizabeth . This sounds like a great read which reminds me I have to go over and download myself a copy. (It’s only $0.99!)

And everyone, please comment to win some promo swag. I do love Elizabeth Bite Me pens! If you writing or read romance, tell us why you chose that genre. If not, tell us why you chose the genre of what you write (or did it choose you?)