Dariel's World

Hi. I'm Dariel Raye (#darielsblog), an interracial/multi-cultural paranormal romance and urban fantasy author, and every day of this journey is a learning experience. I'm also a counselor, musician, and animal lover who likes to share Indie Author tools and resources, so I'll periodically segue into things music, animal, marketing, or psychology-related. The stars here, though, are books about all-conquering love and romance, and the authors who write them. Enter a world where werewolves, vampires, shifters, angels, and all things paranormal capture our hearts...

You might also like to visit my Dark Paranormal Romance Series Site.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanksgiving Man Candy: You're Welcome

Hugh Jackman - It's the personality. Really!

Happy Thanksgiving! This year has been a struggle with so much to be thankful for, thought I'd send a little joy your way. Enjoy! All pictures can be found on Pinterest.

Adam Rodriguez - Yummy
Alright! Who tore the man's shirt off?
Aldus Hodge. Such a sexy smile!
Hawtie at your door.

Daniel Sunjata - dimples and all

What are we gonna do with that collar, Christian Bale? Hmm?

A puppy. Just when I thought Ian Somerhalder couldn't get any sexier!

Jason Scott Lee

Hey, Jude Law! Sexy eyes, rockin' bod, come hither look...

Morris Chestnut. Most definitely one of the most beautiful men in the world, and classy to boot.

Liv from "Scandal," I can't understand your indecision! 

Personally, I'd have made those shorts a little shorter.

  Shemar Moore - need I say more?              

Stop it already! Which one is ripping the shirts off my men?

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

"Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable" Plus Over 7k Words

Same cover, same blurb, just more story! I listened to the reviews, and thankfully, what I heard over and over again was that "Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable" was too short. For some reason, my "new edition" alerts haven't been going out, so I'm announcing it here. The fourth edition of "Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable" is live with 7,000 added words and another plot twist. 

If you've read the three books in this series that are available now, you already know that each subsequent story not only introduces a new hero and heroine, but continues the story of the heroes and heroines from previous books as well. Now that I've added over 7,000 words to book one, you can learn even more about the characters. 

Dark Sentinels – Book One: Sable by Dariel Raye

Sable, a sentinel wolf shifter, is captured and locked in his wolf form until Akila, a veterinarian, tries to tame him and unleashes a 6'5" baby blue-eyed surprise.

Dr. Akila Marshall is a veterinarian with a calling – save as many stray animals as possible. The only child of wealthy, yet distant parents, she’s convinced that love is not for her. Until…

Sable’s search for his twin sister leads him to Akila. Born into a rare species of wolf shifters whose main purpose is protecting others, he has always been forced to fend for himself, but Akila’s loving, protective nature draws him – and not a moment too soon. Together, they must learn to trust each other enough to overcome a new, deadly enemy.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sweet Christmas Read: "A Romance For Christmas" by Kayelle Allen

About the Book
A Romance for Christmas
By Kayelle Allen
A cop at the door on Christmas Eve brings an unexpected gift.
A sweet holiday romance showcasing love, loss, and the spirit of giving.
It's Christmas Eve, and the end of a year in which everything Dara loves has been lost. Everything but her little girl and a fierce determination to survive. When a cop brings Christmas to her door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.


Peek inside the book for background on the story, the reason for the names, excerpts, buy links, and more: http://is.gd/rom4cmaspeek

Buy Links
Barnes and Noble http://bit.ly/1wpYfL2
CreateSpace http://is.gd/gazeza

About the Author
Kayelle Allen is a multi-published, award-winning author. Her unstoppable heroes and heroines include contemporary every day folk, role-playing immortal gamers, futuristic covert agents, and warriors who purr.

Dara was gaining strength daily, and would finish therapy the first week of January and return to work. Disability paid for the basics - lights, phone, water, trash collection, and she'd never bought anything on credit, refusing to dig herself into a hole she'd never escape once it got started.

She went to the closet and pulled down a box with a ball, crayons, paper, and three books. A friend had brought over a few things as well. This wasn't the grand Christmas Dara had wanted for her daughter, but all the other valuables had been sold. There was nothing left but her wedding ring.
She didn't wear it. Removing it had been part of saying good-bye to Jack.
They said it would help, and it had. Sort of. But not much.

Dara sank into one of the kitchen chairs and put her face in her hands.
Sometime later, when the doorbell rang, she grabbed a paper towel and dried her eyes. The clock over the stove said nine o'clock. Who would be calling at this hour on Christmas Eve? She stuffed the wet towel in her robe pocket on the way to the door.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Dariel's Flasher Friday Stop: "One Last Game"


Happy Friday! Here's my 100 words on the inspirational pic above. Click here to read my friends' posts :-)

One Last Game

Cupid hung his head. Every grain of salt chewed at his bare ass, the intermittent water’s calm fleeting at best, but he couldn’t move.

Silky raven strands and soulful brown eyes burned to memory stabbed him, Tara’s image, unbearably beautiful.

They said God’s will was not his – only God’s law within reach, but how could he not reach for love, taunted by the gift interminably?

One last game.

Naked, hungry, stranded by the sea, his wings, perfect for quick take-offs and short landings hung useless at his back. 

He sensed Tara’s approach, but what could he do for her now?

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Missing Nano Update 2: "Dai's Dark Valentine"

This is the Valentine's Day story. Paranormal, and ever since my Dad told me about the Spanish Moors as a child, I've always wanted to feature some in my stories. This will be the first. The heroine is  descended from Spanish Moors, and her ancestors migrated to France during the constant wars and changes of leadership throughout the 15th and 16th centuries. This one also has elements of Fey magic and time bending. Hope you enjoy!

Dai’s Dark Valentine
Three-hundred years is a long time, but left to its own devices, what began as the vendetta of one man can grow to encompass even more formidable hatred.

Daitre Salons is a beautiful but na├»ve heiress whose true heritage has been kept secret even from her. Now, her abilities are emerging and her father’s enemies want her dead, but what bothers her most is that her new husband “in name only” insists on treating her like a child.

Joban Beaucoup, professional guard to the Salons family, and dark fey, has chosen to leave the quaint yet suffocating French town of his orphan-birth and venture to the Americas, but he needs one thing he cannot concoct, despite his magical abilities – a wife.

When Joban agrees to marry Daitre and take her to the Americas with him, he carries her three-thousand miles away, then whisks her three-hundred years into the future to assure her safety, but while Daitre struggles to adjust to this strange new world, manage her newfound powers, and figure out her feelings toward Joban, Joban learns that even here, their enemies have followed them, now more deadly than ever.

He nodded as he entered, speaking to both of them, then pulled his chair a distance from her before sitting. She did her best to ignore him.

Papa, ce qui se passe?

She couldn’t miss the impatience in her father’s voice as he reminded her again. “English, please. I have paid the best instructors for years. Your English is impeccable, and your safety depends upon you using it. Understood?”

“Yes, Papa. What is happening?” She glanced at Monsieur Beaucoup again.

“Monsieur Beaucoup and I have discussed this agreement at length, and he has already contracted to marry you and take you to the Americas with him.”

“Wha…? What? Papa, I could never submit to this…this…rude…beast!”

Monsieur Beaucoup glared at her. “Dream on, puss. Nobody said anything about you submitting to anything but a marriage in name only. I’m not that desperate.”

“Stop calling me that!” she snapped.