Krystal Shannan Spotlight


Vegas Mates, Book 4


Krystal Shannan

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The last thing Nicole Demakis remembers was getting in the car with Sarah’s kidnapper and driving away. Now she faces the cold hard truth. The kidnapper, an agent of the Council, is her mate. But he refuses to claim her, and the Council may take everything away before she even has a chance to convince him to trust her.

 Aaron Katsaros was ordered to deliver Nicole to her grandparents, the Antipas royal wolves. It should’ve been an easy task. Clean. No hiccups. But this infuriating woman, this wolf, his mate…is one hiccup after another and she’s arousing him to the point of pain. With his sister’s life hanging in the balance, he refuses to allow his passion to cost him the only family he has left.

 Can he find a way to save his mate, or will he be forced to watch another claim the woman he loves?




Krystal Shannan goes to sleep every night dreaming of mythical realms with werewolves, vampires, fae, and dragons. Occasional a fabulous, completely human story slips into the mix, but powers and abilities usually crop up without fail, twisting reality into whatever her mind can conceive.

As a child, her parents encouraged her interests in Ancient Greek and Roman mythology and all things historical and magickal. As an adult, the interests only grew. She is a child of Neverland and refuses to ever stop believing in fairies. She is guilty of indulging in and being a Buffy the Vampire Slayer groupie as well as an Angel fan. For those of you unfamiliar with the world of Joss Whedon, you are missing out!

She also makes sure to watch as many action and adventure movies as possible. The more exciting the better. Yippee-Ki-Yay… If you don’t know the end of that phrase, then you probably don’t like the same movies.

She enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. Her favorite book is ACHERON by Sherrilyn Kenyon. But really, if it has a ‘Happily Ever After’, she’s on board!

Krystal writes stories full of action, snark, magick, and heart-felt emotion. If you are looking for leisurely-paced sweet romance, her books are probably not for you. However, for those looking for a magickal ride, filled with adventure, passion, and just a hint of humor. Welcome home.

 Krystal Shannan

Putting Magick in Romance one Soul Mate at a Time.


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Today I welcome Brynna Curry. She’s here to tell us about her newest release Fire’s Ice and a little bit about herself.

firesiceI like having guests; it’s kind of like having a party. Everyone comes to see what’s going on, hopefully leaves a message or two for Brynna and comes back often to visit the blog later.

Thanks for joining us today, Brynna and being so open and honest with us.

  1)     Tell us a bit about your new release, Fire’s Ice and recently signed Claiming Ana.

Thanks for inviting me here today, Crystal. Fire’s Ice is the culmination of my Elemental Magic series. Fire tells the story of Devin McLoch, wizard, laird and cousin of the Corrigan siblings.  This book also sheds light on about his past and his connection to the wicked sorceress Arianne Farrell.

Dev and Ari have had a tense but symbiotic relationship for more than a thousand years. Magically betrothed to each other, Dev became Ari’s protector. They didn’t want to be together emotionally. Then their dynamics changed. It’s a push-pull thing with them. I’ve been asked many times if Devin would have his own book, didn’t he deserve a HEA. Fire’s Ice is my answer and it’s dedicated to the fans who love my wicked laird too.

Blurb:  Born the son of a Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin’s spell, Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his.

Arianne Farrell is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love–a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or her heart.

2)     Where do you get your ideas? For example Life experience, fantasies, experiences and fantasies of friends, etc.

 Most of the time they come straight out of left field; triggered by dreams, music an unusual eye color belonging to a stranger. I almost never plan the story in advance other than simple basics. A lot of who I am, how I grew up filters into the story.

3)     What do you find draws you most to write?

The characters inside my head. I write one story and it sparks three others. It’s sort of like breathing to me. I have to write. For me, writing is an innate need that must be fulfilled, like hunger or thirst.

4)     What else do you have in the works?

I’ve recently signed a contract with Lyrical Press, Inc. for the first book in the Triple Star Ranch series Claiming Ana. CA tells the story of Anastasia Brannon, a veterinarian and witch and Howl Raven, a PI and werewolf. Here is a little about the story.

*unofficial blurb* Where there’s smoke, there’s fire…

Small town veterinarian Dr. Anastasia Brannon is surprised to find herself falling for enigmatic private investigator Howl Raven. A red-hot encounter makes their attraction impossible to deny. Throwing caution to the wind, she indulges her desires but keeps her secrets close.

 A single, silver bullet threatens to tear them apart…

A child of a gypsy and fey, Ana has always hidden her magic for fear of ridicule. When she finds Howl wounded in the woods surrounding her cabin, she must reveal her magic to save his life, even if it means losing him forever.

…a passion that won’t be denied.

A man with a shady past and secrets of his own, Howl uses his feral talents to survive. When he shifts outside of the full moon, he finds himself at the mercy of a werewolf hunter. Ana may be the only one who can banish the wolf from his blood but at what cost?

Some readers may recognize the story outline. Claiming Ana was a previously released title, but has been extensively rewritten. Other than the bare bones and character names, CA is a new story. Although, CA is a paranormal romantic suspense, the remainder of the series is strictly romantic suspense. As their names suggest, these books are scorching hot.

Other WIPs include the remaining three Triple Star Ranch books Tempting Taylor, Craving Cassandra, Saving Sarah, and Charm of Light (Shadows of Seven #1).

 5)     How do you name your characters? Any special tricks?

Usually the names are just there in my head. I do research them to see what they mean or where they come from, but unless there is a serious clash, I don’t change them to fit any kind of mold. Of course this isn’t always the case. When I do have to look for a name, like a surname or secondary character name, I search baby name databases online.

 6)     Do you own an ebook reader or read on an electronic device? If so, what?

I own a Kindle (1st generation) but I also read eBooks on my laptop and android phone.

7)     As a romance/erotica reader, what sort of stories do you personally prefer?

I love stories with strong heroines and patient heroes. Flawed characters trying to overcome something powerful in their lives intrigue me. I like my reads hot, but enjoy the sweet ones too. I don’t pick up a book because it’s a bestseller or not. It’s because something about the characters say “I have a story worth telling. Come and listen.” HEA is a must, so I don’t like to read erotica without the romance. Lily Harlem is one of my favorite erotic authors. I love paranormal, historical and romantic suspense, so you can add Hannah Howell, Jayne Ann Krentz, Nora Roberts and Julie Garwood to the list. I’m also a huge Sherrilyn Kenyon fan. I am a total fan-girl when it comes to her Dark-Hunter books. I can’t wait for September and the release of STYXX.

8)     What’s your favorite guilty pleasure?

Other than SK’s books? Ghirardelli dark chocolate and sea salt caramel candy. Love the stuff, but it’s a luxury for me. I’m completely addicted to the TV show NCIS. Other than Defiance and The Voice, it’s the only show I actually sit down and watch all the way through.

9)     Any vacation or appearance plans this year?

Every year I take the first week in July off. We staycation. I spend the week just hanging out with my kids. If they’ve got a lot going on, I write seven hours each day. Its labor intensive, but I do get a lot accomplished.

I don’t have any “in person” appearances planned, but I may try to set something up during Alumni/911 weekend in Haleyville, AL. That’s usually the first weekend in June. Any appearances will be added to the calendar at

10)  What would your readers by very surprised to learn about you?

This is probably the most shocking thing I could tell you about me. I’ve kept quiet about it, like a dirty little secret, but the shame isn’t mine to bear. Although the characters in my books have big families and fierce loyalty to each other, I don’t have that kind of relationship with any my blood kin other than my kids. My family consists of my husband, children, a few of his relatives and those I call friend.

I grew up with domestic violence. My father was bi-polar and violently abusive. He swung from suicidal to homicidal at the drop of a hat. When it comes down to it, now I think I preferred my father’s way of things. At least I could tell when he was angry, when to steer clear of his temper.  I learned early on how to read people’s moods and intentions.

My mother’s abuse was more of a silent strike to the heart. She is a user, an emotional vampire that drains the life out of everyone around her. Her other daughter and my oldest niece are the same way. They blindsided me, striking where it would do the most damage. She, my sister and niece had my son arrested on false charges when he was sixteen, charges that could have sent him to prison for the rest of his life. Let’s just say they learned pretty quickly my kids are more important to me than anything in this world. Hurt them and I’m bringing down the thunder.

Thankfully, after two years he was acquitted, but their actions broke something in me. I could have overlooked anything else (and did) but her hurting my kids. Ever heard of that song My Give a D*mn’s Busted?  My feelings exactly. I cut ties with them. I won’t say I didn’t grieve the loss, but it was a loss of something I never really had. Unfortunately, it means I will never be able to see my youngest niece Savannah again. It’s her loss that hurts more than I can say. In Fire’s Ice, part of that loss transferred into Arianne’s feelings toward her niece Sorca. When I write these big happy families, I think I’m filling that emptiness in some tiny way.

Thanks so much for inviting me to be here today!

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 Bio:  Paranormal romance and romantic suspense author Brynna Curry is a lifelong believer in the importance of reading. She enjoys the writing process, helping others hone their craft by lending her time to review books, critique manuscripts and serving as a writing contest judge. She loves hearing from her readers.

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When she isn’t writing, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read, at the park with her children, or just spending a quiet evening at home with her husband Jackie watching old westerns on TV. She lives in North Alabama where the history is rich with music and culture, forests and lakes are abundant and beautiful, and every day is another adventure.

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Excerpt  from Fire’s Ice: Elemental Magic Book Five

Dark, rich chocolate colored bedding echoed the tile framing the fireplace. Dainty furniture, curved legs and soft cushions, yet the poster bed was large and sturdy. She’d seen it before while she visited his dreams. Definitely Devin’s room. And remembering didn’t help the ache snaking through her body.

Walking into the en suite, the first thing to catch her eyes was the floor-to-ceiling mirror covering one wall. Arianne studied her reflection. Her long, dark curls were mussed and tangled around a pale face. Her lips were pink and just a bit swollen from Devin’s kiss. The only thing she wore was a long white shirt. Sniffing the collar, she smelled the crisp, clean fragrance clinging to the material. His shirt, not conjured. Devin didn’t wear cologne, but the scent of his soap always stayed with her. He must have changed her clothes. What else had she missed?

Because I love you. Men were ever a puzzle. Still, hadn’t she known? The dreams they shared had changed over time, slow and sweet instead of hot and fierce. A softness came over his face each night she visited his sleep, the same one she had seen this morning. Just that look was enough to have her quaking inside.

She found a bottle of bubble bath on the side of the tub. Thanks to Devin’s dreams and Allie’s influence, she had knowledge of modern conveniences such as indoor plumbing. Turning the faucet on hot, Arianne poured two capfuls under the stream and let the water run until the big round tub filled. Reluctantly, she unfastened the shirt buttons and let the material fall away to the floor. Slipping into the frothy bubbles, she sighed and let the reality of her situation sink in.

I am finally out of that wretched circle. True enough, but she was still in a prison of sorts. One with running water, walls, food that didn’t taste like air, and a sexy male witch bent on driving her to frustration. Not so bad, all things considered.

Being trapped in the stone dance didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed changes in the world around her for a thousand years. She tipped her feet out of the water, waved toward them, and turned her toenails a bright fiery red. Allie brought her little things from the modern world. Mostly books filled with sweet love stories; more than a few of them brought a blush to her cheeks. What would Ryan think of his daughter’s taste in novels? Better not to head down that road. Allie had dreams of being a writer like her aunt and uncle. If what she liked to read was any indication, she’d write hot. Very hot. Speaking of hot, a soft tapping sounded at the door. Her maddening laird had returned.

“Okay in there?” His voice sounded hesitant. “Breakfast is ready.”

Time to ruffle the phoenix’s feathers a bit. “There is no need to be shy, Devin. You can come in.”


The sound of splashing water rippled past his ears. Temptress.

Knowing Ari was just on the other side of the door, naked and wet, willing to succumb to every fantasy he could imagine, was a torment in itself. All he had to do was accept her sultry invitation and toss aside his plan. But she deserved a sweet slide into love, not the wild, mad rush of pleasure he craved. One palm rested on the door of its own volition, ready to comply. Not yet. Now, if only his traitorous body would listen to his heart. “That depends, sweetheart.”

“Oh?” she called out from the other side. “On what?”

Devin chuckled at the line, but he just couldn’t resist teasing her. “What are you wearing?”

She laughed. “Bubbles. Lots of bubbles. Share them with me.”

He saw it so clearly. Ari’s creamy skin peeking through the frothy bubbles. Open, welcoming. Need clawed under the skin, screamed at him. Why the hell not? Feeling a quiver of desire vibrate through his body, he called her bluff. “And what would you have me do with those bubbles? Hmm, Ari?”

“Oh, I am sure you could think of something. Something deliciously wicked. I have shared your dreams. I know your fantasies, Devin.”

Oh, you have no idea. His mind made up, Devin opened the door.

She lay in his huge garden tub, feet propped up on the rim, eyes closed, waterfall of black hair piled on top of her head. A soft smile graced her face. So she was enjoying their teasing banter. “Have you changed your mind and decided to join me?”

“Maybe.” No reason he couldn’t push them both to the edge. Pulling the t-shirt over his head, Devin tossed it into the corner. He laid his cellphone on the sink–out of danger–kneeled by the edge of the tub and dipped one hand into cooling water, using his magic to heat it.

“Mmm. Nice.”

He let his voice drop to a whisper as he leaned close to her ear. “I want to slick my hands over every inch of your skin until you shiver from the heat.” His fingers found the back of her knee in the water and trailed higher along the inside of her thigh. “And then…”

A soft “Devin” slipped from her lips as Arianne’s eyes flew open. “And then…”

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