On a White Horse
By
Monica Corwin
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Blurb:
Victor Brandt has a secret. As a new resident to New York, he goes out in search of diversion, and he finds it behind a red door. The Underworld embraces him, and soon he realizes he's going back night after night just to see Mistress Lethe: a Dominatrix so demanding she will satisfy her submissive into forgetting their own name before stealing her pleasure. But soon Mistress Lethe draws Victor into her world, and he realizes it's a lot larger than he thought.
Bianca's
coffee business is booming, but her love life is lacking. With each step her
friends—the other three horsemen of the apocalypse—take toward happiness, she holds
herself back. As visions of the future threaten everything the horsemen have
built, Bianca finds a man who sees all of her: the light and the dark, and for
a little while she becomes Mistress Lethe, a simple woman and the embodiment of
Conquest. But fate plays cruel jokes, and after only a short time
with Victor she is confronted with a decision that can save the world but cost
her the first man that’s ever made her want to be human.
When
a mysterious stranger arrives bearing ill omens, Bianca wonders if she can keep
together her motley crew in order to save the world. Or will the
threesome’s tangled emotions usher in the apocalypse? Come and see.
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Author Bio:
Monica Corwin
is an outspoken writer who attempts to make romance accessible to everyone no
matter their preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian Monica enjoys snow drifts,
three seasons of weather, and disliking Michigan. When not writing Monica
spends time with her daughter and her ever growing collection of tomes about
King Arthur.
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Excerpt:
Bianca berated herself for succumbing to such
distraction. Victor, his body, sighs, and all that toned brown skin. Even after
her seal was stolen, she still couldn’t get him from her mind. It’s not like
they didn’t have an idea of who stole it. It made sense she’d target Bianca
since she’d humiliated her when they fought with Hel in the Underworld. The
fact that a hellhound had entered her home while she and Katherine were out and
stole the crown enraged her. Even Victor’s beautiful body couldn’t heal that
sense of violation. When she raced home and found the place empty, at first
fear flashed through her for Katherine’s safety, but she called the others and
located them all at Scarlet’s place. They partied along completely oblivious
through the theft of her seal and where was she? Shame poured over her as her
mind drifted back to Victor.
Every inch of her wanted to take Victor again and mark
him as her own. His sighs resounded in her mind as she stared at her ceiling
during the night. And often, since she’d woken up, she’d stop and think about
him. She’d ridden him on the floor, and he’d taken everything she dished out
and wanted more. For her first human BDSM relationship, she wadded in neck
deep. She researched online about BDSM relationships and learned she’d claim
him if he wanted her to. Collar him and then set the standards of whatever came
afterward.
For a moment, she considered what kind of collar one
would put on a human and if he might actually wear it. Maybe only at the club
or in play. Parts of her discounted the notion because she loved nothing
impeding her hands from his bare skin. Beautifully unmarred by accessories…but
he also cut a nice suit.
She slammed the open book in her lap closed as the bus
rattled along between taxis and tourist rigs. No point in pretending anymore.
She’d read ten words since she opened it fifteen minutes prior, and three stops
remained until she would exit the bus and trek the couple blocks to work.
Cloris wanted her, and all of them, to use her car service, but most of them
loved the independence and the ability to go about their day and live their own
life. Even if they did spend most of their time together. She worried after
Katherine though. The woman cared too much about others for her own good, and
Bianca feared someone would take advantage of her gentle heart.
A man bumped against her as the bus hit a pothole. He
grabbed the pole in front of her that aligned with the seats. All the seats
were taken, or she’d have shifted to another one. She glared over at him to
find him leering down her cleavage. If she were Scarlet, she’d make him hurt
for the insult. Cloris would stare him down and make him regret his daring. If
she were Katherine, she’d politely excuse herself to another area of the bus
until departure and then forget about it. She glanced back at him as he
continued staring, and she didn’t care. None of it mattered because a numb
emptiness suffused her. Sitting on a bus full of humans, milling around, living
their menial lives. The end of the world might be a favor to them. Give them
something to fight for.
Her hands tingled with the power inside her. She shook
them to try dissipating the sensation, but it didn’t work. The edge she’d worn
off at the club returned with a vengeance. A reminder as that conquering power
began to force its way back up again. The man shifted his hand and grazed her
breast as he shifted it up the pole in front of the row of seats. Her control
snapped and she grabbed his chin. For a moment, the lust in his eyes, and then
behind it the disgusted dirty deeds he’d committed in his life, were all she
could see. The way he used and abused women before tossing them away.
His voice broke the spell. “You know you want it.”
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his in barely the
promise of a kiss, and shoved the raw power inside him. When she pulled away,
she smiled and whispered against his mouth. “You will never touch another woman
again. Every time you do your skin will itch and burn as if you caught fire.”
He shifted and attempted to break the grip she held on his
chin. She wasn’t Cloris, Katherine, or Scarlet, but she was stronger than a
human woman. She patted him on the cheek, before releasing him, and he flinched
back with a pained expression.
The bus jerked to a halt and she parted the crowd to
exit. Once the cool air hit her face, she realized the direction her mind
drifted and stopped cold. She’d only seen Victor a couple days prior, and the
time she spent with him kept the edge of the need to control at bay, but after
two days without the power, it began to rise from the depths of her demanding
to be used, demanding the respect. She sighed as a cold sweat sprouted at her
temples. She began a heavy march toward the shop and started to wonder if
working would be a bad idea. To be around customers and people making demands
of her. That might not be a good mix to her already unpredictable powers. She
reached into her pocket for her phone and hit one of her worker’s numbers.
“Hey, Tina, it’s B. Do you mind taking my shift this afternoon?”
Questions for Authors
Is there a message in your
novel that you want readers to grasp?
Mainly that love isn’t
something you can place in a small box and keep it there. Love can bloom in
many shapes, forms, and ways. I just want the world to be more accepting of
love that doesn’t look exactly like their own ideal.
Was there an Author who
inspired you to write?
Megan Hart and Karen
Harbaugh are two authors I’ve admired for years. They write beautifully and
while I didn’t read their books and think, “hey I’ll write a book now.” It was
more like I fell in love with the genres and decided to just try it.
How did you come up with the
characters in your books?
Most of the time something
will catch my attention. A fact, a piece of information, a story. From there an
idea just sort of blooms in my head and I run with it. I also dream about a lot
of book plots, oddly.
What are your current
projects?
Currently working on Sins
and Lies which is the Soul Program series book 2. I am also working on a
vampire story called, In My Blood that is quickly writing itself.
Do you see writing as a
career?
Yes and no. I am a writer
both of fiction and as a career (I work as an analyst full time and do a lot of
writing). I don’t consider my books to be my career though. Hopefully, one day.
Do you ever picture yourself
as one of your heroines? If so, which
one?
If I’m like any of my
heroines it would have to be Maggie from King Takes Queen. We have a lot in
common, including a love for Arthur.
Do you have a favorite
heroine/hero from one of your books? If so, who?
Lol. The pair above. Arthur
and Maggic. I adore them. They were my first real longer story so I’m quite
attached.
What kind of research do you
do for your books?
Mostly mythology. But
sometimes I’ll have to look up strange things like what chloroform smells like
or what weapon caliber police officer’s carry.
What is the hardest part of
writing your book?
Sitting down and writing.
It’s always the hardest part and the part that will actually make a difference.
If you could say anything to your readers what would it be?
I love you and thank you so much for reading my books.
What is your favorite Genre and why?
Hmm I’d have to stay travel memoirs and paranormal romance.
1. Because I love to travel and mostly have to live vicariously through others.
2. Because it’s what interests me and what I write.
Do you prefer to write alone or do you like to collaborate
with other authors?
Alone but I’m not opposed should the right opportunity
present itself.
Do you ever get writer’s block? If so, how do you get
through it?
Yes. Usually when I have to start a book and about half way.
I make myself fall in love with the story by reading my favorite passages.
Sometimes I switch to a different drafting method like hand writing or a
typewriter.
When you are reading a book, who is your favorite author?
That’s a mean question. I’d have to say…J.K. Rowling. I’m a
HUGE Harry Potter fan.
Do you come up with the cover or does someone else do it?
I can offer input but mostly I give a vague idea of what I
want to my fabulous cover artists and they create what I need. I trust their
judgment.
If you could change anything in your writing what would that
be?
That I could draft cleaner first drafts. My firsts are
usually a disgusting mess full of passive voice, head hopping, and was’s out
the wazoo.
What book if any would you want to be made into a movie?
Oh man. Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel’s Dart would be amazing.
Who would you want to play the hero/heroine?
Oh…Rachel Weiss as Phedra or maybe Lily Collins…since she’s
a pretty young character. For Jocelyn…Dane Deehan.
Everyone uses computers, tablets, phones and no one uses
handwritten form or typewriters, what do you prefer to use?
I use my computer when I need to draft fast and my
typewriters when I want to take my time. Also occasionally hand write or use an
AlphaSmart.
Is there a ritual you do everything before you begin your
book?
Not really. I have to just begin and see what happens before
I can start thinking about or doing anything else.
What do you do when you finish your book and turn it in to
the editor?
Take a break from writing. Usually a day or two.
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