Psychic Passions by Ally Robertson Coming August 7th 2008

In a few weeks my novel Psychic Passions is due to be released.

At this moment it will only be released in eBook format unless I am able to finish up my publisher page at Lulu on time. Most of Eternal Press books will soon be available in print. How exciting is that! I look forward to the leap in sales it will generate and will finally help to get EP recognized as a legitimate publisher, not a vanity press. My staff consists of a Senior Editor, a Senior Acquisitions Editor, a Marketing Manager, an Administrative Editor, a Personal Assistant, 8 Editors, 3 Copyeditors and 2 Cover Artists. I don't know of any vanity press that has so many qualified people working for them. We also have nearly 60 published authors. I am very lucky to have such an amazing team working for EP. Please pop by my website and see the variety of quality books Eternal Press has to offer. ETERNAL PRESS

Below you will find the summary and an excerpt for my book Psychic Passions.

PSYCHIC PASSIONS

Paranormal/Erotic/Romance
96,000 words
$5.95 Canadian
5 Flames

Summary

Psychic Passions is filled with empathic psychic passion, plenty of hot, steamy sex, desire and fire, suspenseful psychological trauma, triumph over tragedy, mental illness, death and rebirth, concluding with a thrilling cliff-hanging victory over deception, blackmail and evil.

Caprice Hutchins and Cassidy Cornwall are both empaths and artists, both struggling to survive with their own distinct mental illnesses. Together they will fight for their very lives and their sanity to find and keep each others souls. They must learn to accept each other and triumph over their inner demons. They will be reborn through death, through time, to achieve a deep psychic connection, filled with desire, passion, obsession and unconditional love.

The Cornwall family, together as a unit are committed and strong. They thrive with unyielding love and acceptance, their devotion binds them. They will fight to the bitter end to protect those they love from harms way.

Excerpt

As for that bitch Caprice, he thought. Who the fuck does she think she is? Comes here, spends some time with the family and she’s given a prize horse like Cherry’s Blossom, just to give her some stupid pussy name. What are they doing? Buying her affection for Cassidy. He’s nothing but a spoiled, self righteous, nut case, bastard. Larkin fumed with anger and resentment.

He’d stayed out of sight behind the half closed door, and watched and heard everything they’d said and done, through the crack in the door hinge. He’d heard all the passionate sounds, Cassidy had elicited from Caprice. Sounds he’d like to make come from her himself, but with more fury, pain, desperation. Oh how I’d love to torture you and make you scream, he thought.

Credits

Psychic Passions © 2008 by Ally Robertson

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

An Eternal Press Production
Eternal Press 206 - 6059 Pandora St. Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada, V5B 1M4
To order additional copies of this book, contact: www.eternalpress.ca

Cover Art © 2008 by Ally Robertson
Edited by Pam Slade
Copyedited by Erin Cramer
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-897559-23-9
First Edition * August 2008
Production by Eternal Press

Ok, I made my fear go stand in the corner.

I finally did it. I said to hell with my fear, I pulled up my britches, puffed up my chest, nice chest by the way, and I finally sent out my very 1st query letter. I am crossing my fingers, my toes, my arms, my eyes, never my legs, no no you can't make me.

I feel like puking at this very moment and may give into that sometime tonight. I know I will sit and stew. Grrrr.


For those just joining me and have not read the summary of Psychic Passions here it is.

Psychic Passions is a paranormal erotic romance novel, filled with empathic psychic passion, suspenseful psychological trauma, triumph over tragedy, mental illness issues, death and rebirth, concluding with a thrilling, cliff-hanging victory over deception, blackmail and evil. Oh and yes, plenty of hot, steamy sex, desire and fire.

The heroine and hero in this tale are Caprice Hutchins and Cassidy Cornwall. They are both empaths, both artists, both struggling to survive with their own distinct mental illnesses. Together they will have to fight for their very lives, to find and keep each others souls. They must learn to accept each other and triumph over their inner demons. They will be reborn through death, through time, to achieve a deep psychic connection, filled with desire, passion, obsession and unconditional love.

The Cornwall family, together as a unit, are tight and strong. They thrive with unyielding love and acceptance, their devotion binds them. They will fight to the bitter end to protect those they love from harms way.


Psychic Passions was written by Ally Robertson, a bipolar, empathic, artist, of Vancouver BC. You will find that she has written her works using her unique Canadian flavour, adding flare to her unique Canadian stories.

I brought home Psychic Passions from my editor today.

Whew. That part is over. I was terrified when I first brought my book to the editor I hired to have it edited. He is a well respected, retired university professor of British decent. He taught at the University of BC, York University in Toronto, Ontario Institute for Studies in Education, College of Journalism in London/UK and several Medical Colleges lecturing about practices in Naturopathic Medicine. I am a woman whom did not earn my grade twelve diploma until I was 26, I had slaved all my life to a system and a family, and I am now just discovering who I am and what I am all about.

Why would I feel comfortable handing over something that I toiled over so much? I feel like I had birthed that novel like I had my own children, with hard labour, it's my newest baby. I was terribly awash with fear and anxiety thinking; Will he laugh at my audacity to think I could do something as extensive as this? Would he be horrified at my ghastly use of grammar and punctuation? Would he scoff at the way I pushed the envelope and crossed some invisible boundaries? Would he look at me like the freak that I think I am? Would he want to chop it up after I told him I wanted to keep the unique Canadian flavor in my flow of speech, my slang terms, my Canadiana?

I really judge myself far worse than anyone else ever has in my life.

The answers to the questions... No, no, no, no and no.
Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He did say that with his British upbringing, education and expertise that it was hard ignoring my distinct Canadian flavour, but he survived it and was rather sucked into my novel right until the end. He handed back my manuscript and we went through it.

He pointed out the minor corrections he'd made, the occasional spelling error my spell checker had missed, a few (there instead of their) faux pas, my over use of commas and the odd capital letter misplacement.

He did not laugh at me. He told me he was impressed with my intelligence and my knowledge of medical terminology.

He admitted I had plenty of punctuation errors, but offered to tutor me and pull me up to speed on some of the fundamental rules I could no longer recall.

He did not think I pushed the envelope too far and that what I wrote was not distasteful. He did say he'd had to stop now and then because of the intense feelings that it had "aroused" in him.

He also did not mention that he thought I was a freak and he even expressed looking forward to working with me again.

Best of all, my story is pretty much intact. There are many, many pages that went untouched and that gives me plenty of confidence.

Patting self on back now. Atta gal Ally, there's no doubt about it, it's ok to be Canadian eh. LOL.

So now that I have my manuscript back, the 500 words per day limit goal that I set for writing my next novel will be on hold temporarily. I am at 22,000 words so far but it will still be there waiting for me. I will be busy for now correcting the changes from my manuscript onto my computer document.

Let the "LAST" edit begin...

PS. Holding up wine glass and toasting to all my friends.
Mmmm, 2006 Grey Monk, Kerner - Late Harvest. An Okanagan Valley white wine, VQA certified. Awww, so incredibly delicious.

Oh My Gawwwwwd!

Scott Elrod. It just rolls of my tongue. Yes the name rolls off my tongue, the rest is up to my imagination. Is there such a thing as starstruck at first sight? If I ever write a piece of fan fic, you can almost bet he will be the one I write about.

Fuck me gently. No,,, I take that back, Fuck me hard! Now bitch! Agghh.

I sat down tonight to watch the first show of this seasons Greys Anatomy, of course I balled my eyes out. Yes that show never fails to make me laugh my ass off and also cry. I am thinking, OK that's my TV for the week, but the remote is not in my reach. With book in hand, I decide to hell with it, I'll read while the TV is on, usually I play music non stop all day. I am settled back reading the new book I won from Sommer Marsden, Tie Me Up and really getting into the story Tiger Tiger, by Paige Roberts (OK getting really hot), when I realize the TV show currently on is "Men in Trees".

Deep sigh... Now I don't know how many Americans watch this show, but man, I feel lucky when I actually take the time to watch this one.

It's almost like going on a trip. The show is filmed in Squamish BC, one of my favorite day trips, in fact I am going there over night on Saturday to sleep at my friend Rainy's, at her new trailer on the reservation right beside the Cheekeye River. Oh I am going to have sweet dreams this weekend.

Anyhoo. I am all hot and bothered by the story and I look up to see a living god on TV, yes Scott Elrod. Well didn't I have to put the book down to bite my lips and squeal like a teen aged girl. Man where the fuck do they find these men for this show. They are all so hot, and to think they all hang out in Vancouver in some hot little bar not so far away, I don't think you can find them at the Chieftain Hotel (oh but a girl can dream eh).

Oh well I guess that will be two hours of TV a week until the end of the season. Man, the sacrifices a girl must make to get a little imagery play happening. Oh I've had many others I fantasize about, but this Scott Elrod is so hot (please, someone fetch him an axe), I couldn't help myself, hehe. My last crush on a star was good ole Captain Jack Sparrow (heeeere cums Johnny), but that was during the 1st movie. Since then I've been focusing thoughts on men who are teasingly close enough to be within my reach, yet still out of my grasp. Boy I have a penchant for torturing myself.

My book Psychic Passions is now in the clutches of the stranger I hired to edit it for me. That's scary, but I will be happy with the corrections in punctuation, I know they are sadly needed. Since my hero in that one was a cowboy at heart, me thinks, perhaps the next will be an outdoorsman of sorts (yes I'm majorly hot for outdoorsmen) or a helpless city boy stuck in the woods with an outdoorswoman, hmmm.

Men in Trees is supposedly set in Alaska, NOT, I can spot the Stawamus Chief in an instant, I could probably even paint it in my sleep, so I think my next setting will be somewhere in northern BC. Ooo, I spent the night once in a rangers tower on top of Cornwall Hill, wow, the view of the forests and mountains from all around. Hmm wouldn't that make a nice place to get stranded.

Wow, I love men that are sweaty, hot, smelly and dirty, grrrrr. Oh how I like to manhandle them, womanhandle, ravage, what ever.

See, this is why I don't watch much TV.

PSYCHIC PASSIONS

Cassidy came up beside her and said ‘I hate it when she picks on you like that, are you going to be ok?’

Caprice turned to face him crying, ‘Why do you want to know, you don’t really give a shit.’

‘Ya I do. Why would you say that?’ he said. Taken aback by her unexpectedly lashing out at him he felt a sudden pang of hurt. Cassidy was having a hard enough time lately and had been thinking about her a lot. Feeling hurt by her words made him realize just how much he had come to admire her, desire to be near her.

She questioned him mockingly ‘Oh ya, well if you cared so much you would have been caring enough to return my calls and emails, instead of ignoring me and making me feel so disregarded? Did you not think your silence might hurt me in someway, and why the fuck did you even bother to send me that email and then not have enough respect to even read my response?’ Caprice could see the hurt from her hostile feelings cross over his face, she really didn’t want to project all that hostility back at him, but it was too late. She thought, Fuck I hate being bipolar. When will I ever learn to just shut up and let shit pass.

Although he never really wanted to express the truth for his unanswered phone messages and emails, he roughly took her by the hand, ignoring the unapproving glares of the other two artists, pulled her out the door, and out the exit as he said ‘I gotta talk to you privately about this.’ while almost dragging her to the park across the street.

Her hand was burning, so aware of his touch she wanted to cry out. He led her to a far shaded corner of the park out of ear shot from strangers. He swung her around to sit her on a bench, facing her standing, he leaned over her less than a foot from her face. His hands were placed on each side of the bench as if to not let her escape and had perched a leg up on the bench beside her.

Caprice felt trapped, her heart was pounding and mind racing, ranting. Is he going to tell me off? Maybe now I can forget him if he hurts my feelings. Please say what I want to hear, please say what I don’t want to hear. Oh my gawd I’m going to pass out before he speaks.

She searched his face, holding her breath. Those eyes, those old familiar eyes of long ago reached down into her soul and grasped at her. She was on the precipice ready to fall. He seemed a bit angry as he spoke, but her mind was reeling at his words, she thought, this cant be true.

Staring her down he said ‘I do care Caprice, in fact I care very much. So much I guess that I just couldn’t allow myself to encourage your friendship and advances. I felt them, I know you want me, I can feel your need and desire for me. Lately I’ve been wanting you too, fuck, I’ve wanted to reach out for you, hold you, but I know myself, and I’ve come to know you enough to understand that if you were to have me, it would result in me emotionally ripping you to pieces. I am wild, untamed, I have a coke habit, I have schizophrenia and I would end up taking you and your sensitive heart, shred it to pieces and eventually break you!’

As Cassidy said these words Caprice began to sob, she was trembling. Then with startling force she grabbed the front of his shirt, stared up at him and said in a choked voice with her tears freely flowing ‘Can’t you see I’m already broken?’

His face went almost pale watching her face scrunch up in such a painful grimace and she could see the conflict behind his mask. His masculine face scrunched at his brows fighting to keep his composure. He searched her eyes to find the truth, trying to see what it was that Caprice was seeing behind her eyes, deep in her mind. ‘Yes I can see that now. FUCK this is killing me!’ he gulped as he slammed his fist down on the seat of the bench beside her.

Suddenly he kissed her. Oh how he kissed her. She consumed his kisses with such hunger and need, her body tensed and her back arched as lightning bolts ran down her throat, through her stomach and into her groin overpowering her clit and vagina, the sudden rush of blood flowing so quickly that she experienced a mind orgasm, it was fast, pulsating, extremely brief, but an orgasm, made with the pure fury and passion of a single thought.

He felt her body tense and shutter and he stared at her, mystified that she could feel such desire and achieve such release with just his kiss. His lips dove on hers again, fierce, wanting to fuck her brains out right there, kissing her again and again with more and more passion, their tongues dance in their mouths, neither of them skipping a beat.

Their breathing became harsh gasps as they strained from their need, his one hand buried beneath her long soft hair, the other pulling down her bottom lip to allow deeper entry into her hungry mouth. She grasped at the base of his head, sucking his tongue deeper into her, her other hand was still clamped around his shirt holding herself closer to him.

Temporarily losing their minds in the heat of the moment, forgetting where they were, both of them mewing and moaning with their growing passion. Her nipples tightened into hard points and he groaned from his intense erection. Their nostrils flaring in and out as they breathed in and out like two horses going for the finish line. Heads swimming in their furious slaking.

Cassidy couldn’t take it any more and shaking, he slid a restless hand under her skirt expertly moving her panties aside as he plunged a few fingers deeply into her slick drenched pussy. Caprice nearly screamed but his mouth was so hard upon hers, crushing her that she only managed a muffled moan. With laboured breath, moving in time with his fingers while they probed deeper within her cunt he stroked her clit with his thumb making her squirm as she clawed at the button of his jeans, not caring who saw them, she wanted him, right there, right now.

Then suddenly Odessa angrily interrupted them, ‘What the fuck is up with this shit.’ she yelled as she approached from behind Cassidy. Caprice was disoriented, shaken at the sudden departure and was left almost breathless, her mind reeling and head spinning. Cassidy spun around guiltily, like he’d been caught doing something sinful. Had he? He thought. Hiding his wet fingers behind him and placing them in his back pocket to clean off any evidence he stood straight and met Odessa’s glare with shame written all over his flushed face.

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