Raisonne Curse

Kit Rocha, Pen Names, Crux Survivors and a Snippet!

Though I did say I had to set both this series and The Kithran Regenesis series aside, I didn’t mean this was a permanent situation. In fact, I’m finding myself working on both in between other contracted projects. I also write as Rinda Elliott. Dani Worth is the pen name I used for my more erotic work and it’s possible I’ll be blending the two names in the future now that my kids are older. They were the main reason for having the two writing names when I first started publishing these. (Plus, I write YA as Rinda. )

But I have a book coming out in July called Raisonne Curse and it’s a spicier Rinda m/f book. Click on the cover to read the blurb and a long, sexy sneak peak!


Because most of my Dani books are m/m/f with one m/f, I don’t want readers thinking I separated the names because of the alternative relationships. I didn’t. I honestly don’t even like calling any love story alternative. To me, they’re love stories whether they are m/f, m/m/f, m/m… you get my drift. In fact, I may be coming out with a m/m romantic suspense series I’m co-writing with another author and it’s possible I’ll be doing those as Rinda. (Yeah, I’m teasing.) Like I said, my kids are older now and they certainly know what I write now and don’t care. They are also old enough to deal with local fall out over mom’s love for ALL kinds of love stories. 😉 My kids are independent, open and strong-minded, loving and wonderful–luckiest mom ever!

So, I’m getting some curious readers here lately and I’m pretty sure it’s because of the very fun bundle of post-apocalyptic stories I’m in with the new Kit Rocha release Beyond Innocence. Out today!!! Man, I love their covers–check this one out! Click on it to go to Amazon for the blurb!

beyondinnocence-400The bundle is a part of this fantastic contest called Love After the End of Things and it includes a Kindle loaded with 13 post-apocalyptic romances including my After the Crux. Click here to enter!

So any readers who enjoy After the Crux and end up reading the sequel Sole Survivors, I just wanted you to know there will be more books in the series. I had to set them aside to handle an apocalyptic YA trilogy contract with Harlequin Teen and a couple of other projects, but they will happen. Especially if interest in them picks up. In fact, here’s a short snippet in the rough of Tripp and Cad from the first two books.  Crux #3 snippet.

First Glimpse of Pryor-The Brothers Bernaux Trilogy

Want to see Elita’s first glimpse of Pryor Bernaux? 😉

Blood covered her fingers when she brought her hand back around.

Gravel crunched and she looked up, nearly swallowing her tongue when she saw the man headed her way. Long, lean and shirtless, sweat glistened on one of those ripped abdomens she’d only really seen in movies. Colorful tattoos started on the right side of his chest, cupped his shoulder and wrapped his muscled right arm. Chestnut hair, short and spiked, showed blonde highlights in the glaring sun. He wore small, dark sunglasses.

“Bienvenue chez nous.”

His voice, deep and melodious, sent the oddest shiver down her spine. Then she focused on his words. He’d said welcome home. Like she lived here, which was just weird. Or maybe it was welcome to our home… she wasn’t sure which. Surprise lifted her eyebrows. He was most definitely under forty—possibly younger than her—so the French was a shocker. The older people around here always peppered their speech with French, but the younger generation had mostly dropped the habit.

She held her breath. Watched the ripple of muscle in his jean-clad thighs as he moved with a lazy grace that stole the moisture from her mouth.

This man was walking, talking, bad boy sex and he strolled toward her with a crooked grin that let her know he already had corruption in mind.



Another Snippet of Raisonne Curse

Silence moved like a wave over the bayou. At night, the place was usually a symphony of sounds, some so loud a person couldn’t hear herself think. But tonight, the quiet started at the water and rolled out over the earth as if some great being slowly smothered all noise with a heavy blanket. And when all sound stopped, Elita stepped onto the stone path, shining her flashlight on the ground, looking for roots and snakes. She swung the light left and right because that oily smudge of a presence had hovered around her all afternoon, its anger prickling her skin. The hex removal spell must have pissed the creature off.

If Ma’man Raisonne had been here, she’d be clucking all kinds of disapproval over Elita walking toward the water in the middle of the night. But Elita felt compelled. Pulled by some powerful force because something in her gut told her those cries were from someone in the water. And worse, she thought they might be from Pryor.

Just then, another yell ripped into the quiet, this time strangled and hoarse as if the person fought to suffer in silence. Elita picked up the pace, passing the outbuildings. Instead of running onto the pier, she veered left and slipped into the trees, keeping her flashlight pointed to the ground.

The bayou smelled strange. The summer heat scents lingered but the over-cooked earthy smell was wicked strong tonight. The humidity was so thick, Elita felt moisture weighting down her eyelashes, sticking to her skin, creeping under her clothes. And the mosquitoes should have been eating her alive, but they too were strangely absent.

When she lifted her flashlight toward the subtle splashing noise in the water, terror froze her in place and she understood why.