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<channel><title><![CDATA[Lolita Lopez - News]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news]]></link><description><![CDATA[News]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2023 03:57:15 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Cyborg Redemption]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/cyborg-redemption]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/cyborg-redemption#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 07:17:33 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/cyborg-redemption</guid><description><![CDATA[       CYBORG REDEMPTION&#8203;They fought for what they believed in, only to realize they fought on the wrong side. Sentenced to a prison colony on a ship doomed from the start, these cyborgs decide to take fate into their own hands. On the run, determined to right their wrongs, these heroes never expected to find love along the way. Join them as they search for Cyborg Redemption.Cyborg Redemption Authors Lolita Lopez Regine Abel Michelle Howard AM Griffin MK Eidem Koko Brown  Last year, I was  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/couple-release-announcement_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><font size="3"><strong>CYBORG REDEMPTION<br />&#8203;</strong><br />They fought for what they believed in, only to realize they fought on the wrong side. Sentenced to a prison colony on a ship doomed from the start, these cyborgs decide to take fate into their own hands. On the run, determined to right their wrongs, these heroes never expected to find love along the way. Join them as they search for Cyborg Redemption.<br /><br />Cyborg Redemption Authors Lolita Lopez Regine Abel Michelle Howard AM Griffin MK Eidem Koko Brown</font></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title" style="text-align:center;"><font size="2">Last year, I was invited to join a shared world series. My novel, HIJACKED, will be out tomorrow, August 17, 2021</font></h2>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a href='https://amzn.to/3fxPKNb' target='_blank'> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/published/hijacked-web.jpg?1629098603" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;">&#8203;<font size="3">Spoiled heiress Camila has enjoyed a privileged life thanks to her politically connected family. Sheltered from the harsh realities of the galaxy, she has no idea that her vacation plans are about to go horribly awry.<br /><br />To survive the emperor&rsquo;s murderous plot, cyborgs Misko, Andro and Branko lead a small group of civilians into an escape pod. During a chaotic launch, Andro is badly injured, and Misko and Branko find themselves holding their panicked group together. Soon, their limping escape pod strands them in space.<br /><br />All seems lost&mdash;until a private ship crosses their path.<br /><br />Hijacked by filthy criminals, Camila tries to flee but is captured by Misko. He quickly identifies her as precious cargo and decides to keep her&mdash;in his cabin, tied to his bed.&nbsp;<br /><br />Misko isn&rsquo;t sure why he&rsquo;s fascinated by the bratty blonde who tried to claw his eyes out, but he&rsquo;s compelled to keep her close&mdash;naked and writhing underneath him close.<br /><br />Soon, that infuriating, handsome cyborg hasn&rsquo;t just hijacked Camila&rsquo;s ship, he&rsquo;s hijacked her heart.<br /><br />Faced with losing Misko, Camila vows to risk everything to save him from the emperor&rsquo;s death squads. She wants Misko in her life, by her side, in her bed, forever&mdash;and she always gets what she wants.<br />&#8203;</font></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><font size="4">Available now for pre-order at <a href="https://amzn.to/3fxPKNb" target="_blank" style="">Amazon </a>and <a href="https://bit.ly/2VYEAKH" target="_blank" style="">BN.</a></font></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title" style="text-align:center;">What's Next?</h2>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><font size="3">Another novel in the GRABBED series will be out later this fall. If you missed Taken by Terror's release a few months ago, it's available at Amazon, BN, Kobo, Google Play and Apple.&nbsp;<br /><br />The final installments of the Emma serial from OUTPOST 9 will also be available soon--FOR FREE.</font></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Claimed by cipher]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/claimed-by-cipher]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/claimed-by-cipher#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2020 03:57:18 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/claimed-by-cipher</guid><description><![CDATA[       Cipher is here!  After spending all of her life working in the mines, Brook jumps at the chance to earn a one-way ticket to the colonies. All she has to do is provide some maps and plant some explosives to help the sky warriors rescue one of their operatives.&nbsp;&nbsp;Easy enough, right?&nbsp;But what should have been a simple mission spirals into a fight for her life when she discovers a stolen stash of nerve gas in the mine.&nbsp;Engineering specialist Cipher long ago accepted that he [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/published/cipher-final-gimp.jpg?1595649481" alt="Picture" style="width:311;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <h2 class="wsite-content-title">Cipher is here!</h2>  <div class="paragraph"><font size="3">After spending all of her life working in the mines, Brook jumps at the chance to earn a one-way ticket to the colonies. All she has to do is provide some maps and plant some explosives to help the sky warriors rescue one of their operatives.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Easy enough, right?&nbsp;<br /><br />But what should have been a simple mission spirals into a fight for her life when she discovers a stolen stash of nerve gas in the mine.&nbsp;<br /><br />Engineering specialist Cipher long ago accepted that he would never have a mate. He refuses to participate in the Grabs, and instead, he dedicates his life to his work. He&rsquo;s all but given up on the idea of love and a family of his own.&nbsp;<br /><br />Until the night he meets the asset who can help them retrieve Terror.&nbsp;<br /><br />The moment he meets Brook, Cipher knows he&rsquo;ll never be able to leave her behind on the mountain.&nbsp; The petite, brilliant beauty ensnares him with one shy smile and awakens his protective instincts when she goes missing.&nbsp;<br /><br />Brook is the one he has been waiting for his entire life&mdash;and he&rsquo;ll risk everything to claim her as his mate.</font></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><strong><font size="3" color="#a82e2e"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08DDD2DFP" target="_blank">Amazon</a><br /><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/claimed-by-cipher-lolita-lopez/1137369520?ean=2940162900016" target="_blank">BN</a><br /><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/claimed-by-cipher" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br /><a href="http://books.apple.com/us/book/id1524378325" target="_blank">Apple</a><br /><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=3i_yDwAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google</a></font></strong></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stolen By Raze]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/stolen-by-raze]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/stolen-by-raze#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jan 2020 08:38:44 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/stolen-by-raze</guid><description><![CDATA[       &#8203;Captured in a government raid, Ella is thrown into a prison transport bound for the mountain labor camps. She never expects her rescue to come at the hands of Raze, the handsome sky warrior who all but stole her heart after Dizzy&rsquo;s wedding. Considered a high-value asset by the Shadow Force, Ella is given to an arrogant brute of a pilot for safekeeping&mdash;and collaring.&nbsp;&nbsp;After his disastrous first marriage, Raze swore off women, but Ella tempts him to break that v [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/stolenbyraze-ecover_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph">&#8203;<font size="3">Captured in a government raid, Ella is thrown into a prison transport bound for the mountain labor camps. She never expects her rescue to come at the hands of Raze, the handsome sky warrior who all but stole her heart after Dizzy&rsquo;s wedding. Considered a high-value asset by the Shadow Force, Ella is given to an arrogant brute of a pilot for safekeeping&mdash;and collaring.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />After his disastrous first marriage, Raze swore off women, but Ella tempts him to break that vow. When he sees her being treated roughly by an unworthy man, his control shatters. One sucker punch later, he tosses Ella over his shoulder and steals her away. He wants to keep her, to collar and love her&mdash;but there&rsquo;s a shameful secret in his past that shatters any chance of a happy future.&nbsp;<br /><br />But Raze isn&rsquo;t the only one with a complicated past. Ella has secrets of her own&mdash;and they&rsquo;re about to threaten the safety of everyone she loves. She&rsquo;ll have to go back to where it all started, risking her life and her future with Raze&mdash;to end it once and for all.&nbsp;</font></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><font size="3"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B083GJ76B2" target="_blank">Amazon</a><br /><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/stolen-by-raze-lolita-lopez/1135935303?ean=2940163175321" target="_blank">B&amp;N</a><br /><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/stolen-by-raze" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br /><a href="http://books.apple.com/us/book/id1493613166" target="_blank">iBooks</a><br /><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=39vHDwAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google</a></font></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[HEAT:  A GRABBED FREE READ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/heat-a-grabbed-free-read]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/heat-a-grabbed-free-read#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2016 05:06:18 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/heat-a-grabbed-free-read</guid><description><![CDATA[       First: &nbsp;the good stuff. Second: &nbsp;the not so good stuff.&#65279;I'm releasing this free read in the Grabbed universe. I wrote a few of these novella-sized continuations for each couple in the series when I was having all that trouble with a certian publisher who shall not be named. I was going to release them as a boxed set, but I've decided to put them out as free reads instead. HEAT is up first. It features Hallie and Vicious. &lt;3You can either grab a copy from instaFreebie o [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/382379.jpg?272" alt="Picture" style="width:272;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span id="selectionBoundary_1452832183880_2675830628722906"><em>First: &nbsp;the good stuff. Second: &nbsp;the not so good stuff.</em><br /><br />&#65279;</span>I'm releasing this free read in the Grabbed universe. I wrote a few of these novella-sized continuations for each couple in the series when I was having all that trouble with a certian publisher who shall not be named. I was going to release them as a boxed set, but I've decided to put them out as free reads instead. HEAT is up first. It features Hallie and Vicious. &lt;3<br /><br />You can either grab a copy from instaFreebie or you can read it in PDF format here.</div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div style="text-align:left;"><div style="height: 10px; overflow: hidden;"></div> <a class="wsite-button wsite-button-small wsite-button-normal" href="http://www.instafreebie.com/free/S7XCw" target="_blank"> <span class="wsite-button-inner">instaFreebie</span> </a> <div style="height: 10px; overflow: hidden;"></div></div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div style="margin: 10px 0 0 -10px"> <a href="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/heat-vicious-free-read-one-final-pdf.pdf"><img src="//www.weebly.com/weebly/images/file_icons/pdf.png" width="36" height="36" style="float: left; position: relative; left: 0px; top: 0px; margin: 0 15px 15px 0; border: 0;" /></a><div style="float: left; text-align: left; position: relative;"><table style="font-size: 12px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: .9;"><tr><td colspan="2"><b> heat-vicious-free-read-one-final-pdf.pdf</b></td></tr><tr style="display: none;"><td>File Size:  </td><td>629 kb</td></tr><tr style="display: none;"><td>File Type:  </td><td> pdf</td></tr></table><a href="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/heat-vicious-free-read-one-final-pdf.pdf" style="font-weight: bold;">Download File</a></div> </div>  <hr style="clear: both; width: 100%; visibility: hidden"></hr></div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#2a2a2a">I know you're waiting for Raze and the wrap-up to the Emma serial (and Kostya and Alexei.) I know that everyone is wondering what the hell is going on with these books and serial installments.&nbsp;<br /><br />What's going on is that I basically just stuck my head in the sand after I received some not-so-great news in the fall.&nbsp;<br /><br /><strong>It wasn't right. It definitely wasn't good business. But I'm human and when I heard words like Parkinson's and Multiple Sclerosis? I freaked out.&nbsp;</strong><br /><br />I didn't approve final edits. I didn't approve formatting or cover art. I pretty much fell apart at the seams as I tried to figure out what the hell this all means for my family and my career and my future.<br /><br />This all started in the spring with my inability to remember how to spell certain words. I thought that was weird but I had been going through the other health problems (that are all tied into what I'm dealing with now, oddly enough) so we chalked it up to stress.&nbsp;<br /><br />But then I started having trouble finding the right words while talking or typing. I started saying the wrong words, too. Like the other day I asked kiddo to go pick up the fireplace (!) when I really meant flashlight. Or I asked kiddo to go brush her fingers (!) instead of her teeth. The other night, I asked Viking to pick up his chair but I meant pillow.<br /><br />After waking up one night in October unable to feel my face, arms or hands, we all realized that something very serious was wrong and that all the new symptoms we had chalked up to stress were actually signs of something much more serious.&nbsp;<br /><br />In November, I was behind the wheel of my Jeep--and I couldn't remember how to start it or how to turn off and on the cruise control. I've forgotten our address and so many passwords. Today I needed to get my Jeep serviced because the check engine light was one, but I couldn't find the words to say that while standing in front of the technician, mouth agape and face red with embarrassment as I held up the line.<br /><br />In December, I started experiencing vertigo and balance problems. Like banging into door frames and feeling like I'm sliding off the face of the earth. I started biting the inside of my mouth and having problems holding cups and mugs or picking up kiddo.<br /><br /><span>We went through the usual suspects first including lupus, but it became clear pretty quickly that this is something neurological--and probably degenerative.&nbsp;</span>I've had countless x-rays and MRIs. I've had more needles jabbed into my body than I ever thought possible. I've spent a stupid, crazy amount of days in doctor's offices and hopsitals and procedure rooms in Houston and our hometown. Hell, I even spent Christmas Eve at Scott &amp; White having more MRIs done after some not-so-great test results popped up. And I still have more of this testing to go.<br /><br />It wasn't right but I stopped answering phone calls, texts and emails from basically everyone but my family and close friends. Julie has been my cheerleader and supported my decision to keep this new health adventure private for as long as possible--even though it meant dealing with all that not-so-happy social media. But she did it with a smile on her face because she is seriously the most generous, kind-hearted and amazing person in the world. I seriously don't know what I would do without her.<br /><br /><u><strong>I'm not proud of the way I handled all this</strong>.</u> I<strong>'m not happy that I had to pull books because I couldn't be sure they were right because my goofy brain has decided to be a jerk. I hate that I've disappointed so many readers and broken that special trust and bond between a reader and an author.</strong><br /><br />In good news--I can feel my hands again! And see out of my right eye! I've had time to go through each series and make detailed, detailed, detailed notes for the upcoming books. I'm feeling better than I have in months, and I'm super hopeful for the future.<br /><br />Regarding all my books--I've had to re-learn my usual writing and editing process including using Dragon Naturally to write, adding in more editing to catch all the typos, homonyms/homophones and random what-the-hell-is-my-brain-thinking words and sentence structures. I've invited more beta readers to scrutinize my final product to make damn sure my mushy, foggy brain isn't forgetting details.&nbsp;<br /><br />The next thing we'll be publishing is Alexei and Zel. After that, I think our schedule is Raze and the Emma serial wrap-up. Then it's a Kostya Prequel and Kostya (this will be a boxed set.) No dates, obviously, but within the next few weeks. If you follow me on social media or are signed up for my newsletters, you'll receive notices when the books are live.&nbsp;</font></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[emma:  part three]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/emma-part-three]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/emma-part-three#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2015 17:16:37 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/emma-part-three</guid><description><![CDATA[       &#65279;Called to duty in the middle of the night, Jack and Max are forced to leave Emma behind on Outpost 9. Dropped into a hellish war zone of fire and zombies, the two cyborgs are separated when Max volunteers for a dangerous rescue mission.With the help of Emma&rsquo;s friends, Max survives the chaotic hours that follow&mdash;and learns a dark secret about Emma&rsquo;s family, a secret that threatens their happiness and the family they&rsquo;re trying to build.When Jack receives order [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/6623681.jpg?255" alt="Picture" style="width:255;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span id="selectionBoundary_1448298940440_3506940647494048">&#65279;</span>Called to duty in the middle of the night, Jack and Max are forced to leave Emma behind on Outpost 9. Dropped into a hellish war zone of fire and zombies, the two cyborgs are separated when Max volunteers for a dangerous rescue mission.<br /><br />With the help of Emma&rsquo;s friends, Max survives the chaotic hours that follow&mdash;and learns a dark secret about Emma&rsquo;s family, a secret that threatens their happiness and the family they&rsquo;re trying to build.<br /><br />When Jack receives orders that will take him far away, Max vows to keep Emma safe while he&rsquo;s gone. Whatever the cost, whatever the risk, he&rsquo;ll protect their mate.<br /><br />But while her men have been away, Emma has garnered the attention of a cyborg scientist who belongs to a shadowy covert operations team. Locked away in an interrogation room, she&rsquo;s told a shocking secret&mdash;and faces an impossible decision.<br /><br />&#8203;To save Jack and Max, she&rsquo;ll have to risk her own life. This time? It&rsquo;s Emma&rsquo;s turn to be brave.</div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div style="text-align:left;"><div style="height: 10px; overflow: hidden;"></div> <a class="wsite-button wsite-button-small wsite-button-highlight" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0188FO96E" target="_blank"> <span class="wsite-button-inner">Amazon</span> </a> <div style="height: 10px; overflow: hidden;"></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[UPDATES. ELLORA'S CAVE. GRABBED.  #NOTCHILLED]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/updates-elloras-cave-grabbed-notchilled]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/updates-elloras-cave-grabbed-notchilled#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2015 04:06:08 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/updates-elloras-cave-grabbed-notchilled</guid><description><![CDATA[I've been MIA from Lo social media for a while. Part of that has been the ongoing illness. Part of it was a deliberate choice I had to make to "kill" my Lo book sales. Yes, I know how crazy that sounds, but I'm going to explain why.Most people know about the struggles I've had with EC. If not, you can find it easily by Googling. In the last few weeks, especially, there have been quite a few stories about the company, including the lack of payment for many authors since April/May (check out the # [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">I've been MIA from Lo social media for a while. Part of that has been the ongoing illness. Part of it was a deliberate choice I had to make to "kill" my Lo book sales. Yes, I know how crazy that sounds, but I'm going to explain why.<br /><br />Most people know about the struggles I've had with EC. If not, you can find it easily by Googling. In the last few weeks, especially, there have been quite a few stories about the company, including the lack of payment for many authors since April/May (check out the #notchilled hashtag on Twitter) and new lawsuit by a current author for underpayment of royalties. It's not pretty. :/<br /><br />For me, personally, I received very sporadic payments this year (only four) including one payment that was missing all US Kindle sales. Which, of course, is the bulk of my income from EC. &gt;.&gt;<br /><br />For many months, I've wanted off the sinking ship. Many. Many. Months. But my catalog of titles there was selling too well (over 100 copies for year is the cutoff) because every time I released an installment of the Emma serial, new readers picked up the Ec books.&nbsp;<br /><br />Some people probably wonder why I didn't just buy my way out. It was an option my lawyer had tried last fall, but the buy back/buy out price was much, much too high. With my ongoing health issues, I couldn't risk the cost without threatening my family's well-being.<br /><br />So I finally decided to do something drastic. I simply stopped all Lo social media. I also stopped the Emma serial.<br /><br /><strong>It was extremely painful to do this.</strong>&nbsp;<br /><br />I feel like the <strong>WORST </strong>person in the world for disappearing. I have been responding privately to emails from readers, but otherwise, I have been radio silent.<br /><br />And it worked.<br /><br />In early August, I made an offer for my entire EC backlist. A counter-offer was made (that included forfeiting all royalties due) and I accepted.&nbsp;<br /><br /><strong><u><font size="3">As of today, August 27, 2015, I own my EC backlist--lock, stock and barrel--and am free of any future obligations.</font></u></strong><br /><br /></div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/807397011.gif" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">So what does this mean?<br /><br />It means you'll see some of my EC titles after they have been revised, lengthened and updated. It means some of them will be rewritten and expanded to fit my Roxie brand of mob stories (books like Bad, Bad Things or Ultimate Prize, for example.)<br /><br />It means that the Emma serial will start releasing again soon (probably in a neatly packaged and <strong>VERY CHEAP</strong> omnibus edition to make up for the wait.)&nbsp;<br /><br />It means that there will be more Grabbed books. A whole bunch more of them. And at lower, more affordable, reader friendly prices. You will NEVER see a $9 ebook from me. Ever.<br /><br />I have an editor booked to work on Raze in November and a cover artist is currently creating new covers for the series. These books will be out in print and digital simultaneously.&nbsp;<br /><br />So. That's the explanation for my disappearance.<br /><br /><br /><strong><u> I apologize wholeheartedly for doing a social media runner</u></strong>--but I could not stomach the thought of losing my intellectual property forever.<br /><br />I had to take drastic measures to get FREE from this nightmare.&nbsp;<br /><br />And now I am. :)&nbsp;<br /><br />And now I get to write Grabbed books again. :)<br /><br /></div>  <div><div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/259883217.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:550px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[MY BIG BROKEN HEART...AND OTHER NEWS]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/my-big-broken-heartand-other-news]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/my-big-broken-heartand-other-news#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2015 02:47:43 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/my-big-broken-heartand-other-news</guid><description><![CDATA[    © Picsfive | Dreamstime.com - Broken Heart Photo   I wanted to take a few minutes to give a quick update on both of my sites (Roxie and Lo) to let readers know a little bit more about the delays in the last couple of releases.&nbsp;Most of you know that I had some serious family issues to deal with during late fall and early winter. What I kept private was that I've also been dealing with some scary and not so fun health issues.&nbsp;We chalked many of these symptoms (heart palpitations, na [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/3996257.jpg?276" alt="Picture" style="width:276;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">&copy; Picsfive | Dreamstime.com - Broken Heart Photo</div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">I wanted to take a few minutes to give a quick update on both of my sites (Roxie and Lo) to let readers know a little bit more about the delays in the last couple of releases.&nbsp;<br />Most of you know that I had some serious family issues to deal with during late fall and early winter. What I kept private was that I've also been dealing with some scary and not so fun health issues.&nbsp;<br /><br />We chalked many of these symptoms (heart palpitations, nausea, extreme exhaustion, etc.) up to the stress of the Ellora's Cave/Grabbed books situation, the terrible neighbors who have basically run us out of our home, our autistic kiddo's eating strike and my miscarriage in late December.<br /><br />But we were wrong.<br /><br />My family history of heart problems has finally caught up to me. I know a lot of you are thinking, "OMG, isn't she, like, 31 or something?"&nbsp;<br /><br />Yep.&nbsp;<br /><br />But you know what?&nbsp;<br /><br />Heart attacks and almost heart attacks can happen at ANY age. Because it just happened to me. On Sunday evening.<br /><br />I was hoping to be able to come on here and tell y'all this with the added bonus of some GOOD news from yesterday's doctor visits and today's first day of testing but sadly that is NOT the case. I got some not so good news yesterday, and I'm still trying to process what it means. I'm also facing some more testing (FUN!) but I hope to finally (!) have some real answers and a treatment plan in the next few weeks.<br /><br />That said--you can expect to see the following releases in April:<br /><br />Emma: &nbsp;Part 3 (written by the Lolita version of me)<br />Kostya (Her Russian Protector #7) (written by the Roxie version of me)<br /><br />If you follow me on Facebook or my websites or are subscribed to my newsletters, you'll learn of the new releases the second they're live. But I'm not giving firm release dates right now or promising any other releases in the coming four to six weeks because, well, I frankly don't know what the next couple of weeks will be like. I'm basically trying to rest and RELAX and not push myself to do more than I can.<br /><br /><strong style=""><u style="">I really, REALLY hate that I've disappointed and frustrated so many of you who are waiting for the next installments of the Emma serial or the next Her Russian Protector book.&nbsp;</u></strong><br /><br />I so wish I could just wave a magic wand and *BLAM* make the books perfectly perfect and ready to release. But that just isn't reality. I'd rather wait to release the RIGHT book than rush out something I'm not happy with just because I'm trying to meet a deadline that my body just can't meet.<br /><br /><strong style="">***Now in REALLY, REALLY good Lolita news***</strong><br /><br />Last week, I learned that emails from Ellora's Cave that were meant for me never reached my inboxes. They were sent to someone else in the company's headquarters who--curiously--never forwarded them to me or let the sender know they had gone to the wrong place. So, for six months, I needlessly stressed over something that could have been fixed with one or two quick conversations.&nbsp;<br /><br />On Tuesday morning, Patty Marks, CEO of Ellora's Cave, offered a very, very gracious compromise on the unwritten spec contracts for Grabbed books 4, 5, 6, and 7. These books and the rights to them and the Grabbed world are back in my hands. I can't promise that you'll see Raze, Terror, Torment or Cipher's books this year (not with all that's going on with my heart) but I *will* write and publish these books.<br /><br />Finally--I'm taking a bit of a social media break while I deal with this heart thing. Julie, my lifesaver and assistant extraordinaire, is always on Facebook and can usually answer questions about characters or reading order or the next signings or swag. If you send PMs or comment and she doesn't know the answer, she makes sure I know those are waiting for me.&nbsp;<br /><br />The Viking and Julie will be monitoring my Roxie and Lo inboxes for any messages that need immediate replies. I will get to all the messages eventually, but it may take me longer than usual to answer. The same goes for snail mail sent to me. I've fallen behind on those but stuffing some of our new cool swag (Call Kostya magnets!) into those envelopes is easy, relaxing work that I'll probably tackle when I'm trying to chill.<br /><br />So. That's it for now.<br /><br />Also--y'all--don't be me. Don't ignore symptoms like these or brush them off as "just stress." Because I am damn lucky I didn't drop dead of a heart attack. Take care of yourselves! Listen to your bodies. Learn from my HUGE-O mistakes, you know?<br /><br />&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3<br /><br />Roxie/Lo<br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[HOT SHIFTER NIGHTS!]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/hot-shifter-nights]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/hot-shifter-nights#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2015 01:00:02 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/hot-shifter-nights</guid><description><![CDATA[       To celebrate the release of Wicked Dark Dragon, I'm highlighting a week of hot shifter romance reads! There will be free books and giveaways!&nbsp;Head over to my Facebook page to follow the event!https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLolitaLopez [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-border-width:0 " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/1425261297.png" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>To celebrate the release of Wicked Dark Dragon, I'm highlighting a week of hot shifter romance reads! There will be free books and giveaways!&nbsp;<br /><br />Head over to my Facebook page to follow the event!</strong></font><br /><br /><font size="3"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLolitaLopez" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLolitaLopez</a></font></strong></font><br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[WICKED DARK DRAGON! AVAILABLE NOW!]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/wicked-dark-dragon-available-now]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/wicked-dark-dragon-available-now#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2015 16:00:02 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/wicked-dark-dragon-available-now</guid><description><![CDATA[       WICKED DARK DRAGON IS OUT TODAY! You can grab all this delish dragon hotness for $1.99!Amazon:&nbsp;http://amzn.to/1AOPRbqB&amp;N:&nbsp;http://bit.ly/1ETvNFMiTunes:&nbsp;http://apple.co/1wlpg1KKobo:&nbsp;http://bit.ly/1BCc7JdGoodreads:&nbsp;http://bit.ly/1Eveg8W  ***If you're wondering about the Emma serial, I explained a bit about the delay here. That said, Emma Part 3 will be out later this week! Thanks so much for your patience and for all of the wonderfully kind and uplifting messages [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/744887.jpg?236" alt="Picture" style="width:236;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><strong>WICKED DARK DRAGON IS OUT TODAY! You can grab all this delish dragon hotness for $1.99!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Amazon:&nbsp;<a href="http://amzn.to/1AOPRbq" target="_blank" style="">http://amzn.to/1AOPRbq</a><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>B&amp;N:&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/1ETvNFM" target="_blank" style="">http://bit.ly/1ETvNFM</a><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>iTunes:&nbsp;<a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fapple.co%2F1wlpg1K&amp;h=sAQErUIDn&amp;enc=AZNaLQ9m0JkMLDnpVKbARF0h7ifvMOvXjnrkxcF6NspUlTPr4VbiKY2oV5Qgl8UEZ0k_LKmEbanaR7Icla1ufJau4JWPL9HQThpq8GMKGnVMLkHN2GftOfSm7s1uHJd7UR4QglyBhNZ-b5sQXKJwIbKP&amp;s=1" target="_blank" style="">http://apple.co/1wlpg1K</a><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Kobo:&nbsp;<a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fbit.ly%2F1BCc7Jd&amp;h=mAQGrx4po&amp;enc=AZOEIC5vZORL3Z8wP0OpYJ2t696Wel91Elbs_019b3JEDlOW1ub2fEBT3lWJCDo-7HtyYBDKT6WHMQ2KYizEYEPpCYgPRwdG5iSchYTEU-8-AXFopt5vEYZpmASCy7rtM5NOiLhII4ILH95Di6hZFRQD&amp;s=1" target="_blank" style="">http://bit.ly/1BCc7Jd</a><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Goodreads:&nbsp;<a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fbit.ly%2F1Eveg8W&amp;h=fAQEpplLR&amp;enc=AZNEYN9B_BRL4DCy5kVq4RSJPATYdw51Yvt8n38GdBvuOvZwX1CAFxki7gQt3IYT8_TeEXDA9VVvfrJOSf3j9XZhNOaR8ylzV4HJpQ9MwVVzAZspB2KgaqKaZc9yMAANXxlTipcLpvIam-ye4rhAts95&amp;s=1" target="_blank" style="">http://bit.ly/1Eveg8W</a></strong><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><strong><font color="#24678d">***If you're wondering about the Emma serial, <a href="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/emma-part-three-delay" target="_blank">I explained a bit about the delay here</a>. That said, Emma Part 3 will be out later this week! Thanks so much for your patience and for all of the wonderfully kind and uplifting messages while I dealt with some pretty heavy family stuff. &lt;3 ***</font></strong></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Excerpt</font></strong></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#2a2a2a">A lulling hum pulled him away from his troubled thoughts. Mad surrendered to the warm current dragging him down into the deepest, murkiest waters of sleep. Like every night for the past three weeks, he found himself walking the bustling streets of a Mexican seaside town. Mariachis played for the tourists while young boys hawked small packs of gum. The scents and sounds of the busy <span style=""><em style="">mercad</em></span><span style=""><em style="">o</em></span><span style=""> </span>were so vividly <em style="">real.</em> If he reached out and took one of the <span style=""><em style="">aguas</em></span><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""> </span></span></span><span style=""><em style="">frescas</em></span> for sale, he would have been able to taste the sweetness of the watermelon and feel the icy chill against his tongue.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The scene morphed, and darkness settled over him. The rich trill of trumpets faded and was replaced by the thumping bass of a dance beat. Now he was in a nightclub, one of the big, glitzy nightspots that catered to the moneyed college crowd that descended every spring.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  But his vantage point was all wrong as he weaved through the thick, pulsing crowd. He was down low and at risk of being crushed by all the bodies jamming the dance floor. Someone jostled him, and he stumbled backward and only barely managed to catch his balance and avoid a nasty spill.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Looking up into the face of the red-haired man who had slammed into him, Mad realized he wasn&rsquo;t watching the revelry from above as he had every night before this. He was <span style="">in</span> the body of the dreamer and sharing this bizarre sleep state with him. He was in <span style=""><em style="">her</em></span> body, the nameless, faceless presence who owned this world where he now trespassed.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  And she was small. Judging by the height difference between her and the man who had nearly knocked her over, the woman was barely an inch or two above five feet. Despite her tiny stature, she didn&rsquo;t take any shit from the man who had whacked her with his bigger body. When he slid closer in a provocative manner, she put up both hands and shoved hard. Shaking her head, she sidestepped the taller man&rsquo;s grabby hands and continued her hazardous trek across the packed dance floor.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  A desperate urge to protect this tiny woman blazed within him. It was a sensation he could no longer deny. Since the first dream they had shared, he had been unable to shake this growing need within him. He wanted to know her. He wanted to see her smile and hear her laugh. More than anything, he wanted to be the one holding her hand and guiding her through the crowd, using his bigger, stronger frame to shield her from all others.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Despite playing down his dreams to <a style="" title="">Griffin</a><span style=""><span "font-size:8.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&quot;calibri&quot;,sans-serif;="" mso-fareast-font-family:calibri"="" style=""><a href="file:///C:/Users/Maria%20Office%20Desktop/Dropbox/WDD-Excerpt.docx#_msocom_1" style="" title="">[CG1]</a>&nbsp;</span></span>, Mad grudgingly acknowledged that this was no simple case of psychic energy siphoning. This was so much more complicated and dangerous. A word he never dared imagine he would ever claim floated in the back of his mind. While he wanted to insist that it was impossible that this unknown woman was <span style=""><em style="">that word</em></span><em style="">,</em> he couldn&rsquo;t deny the feeling clenching his gut.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  She entered a room at the rear of the club. A bathroom, he quickly realized, as women chatted and primped at the sinks. She entered an empty stall and locked it. Worried this dream was about to get awkward, he experienced a wave of relief when she leaned back against the stall door and closed her eyes. Suddenly, he could hear her thoughts.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">Leave. Leave and stay far away</span><em style="">.</em><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  A cold sensation crept along his spine. His stomach pitched, and his chest tightened. He wanted to get out of her body and out of the bathroom as quickly as possible, but he was anchored in her mind. The other women in the bathroom weren&rsquo;t as tightly moored. One by one, they drifted out of the bathroom.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Confused, Mad tried to figure out if what he was experiencing was truly a dream or if it was a memory. If it was a memory, if this was a snapshot of a real moment, had she really cleared an entire room with a single thought? Was this woman more than human?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  She exited the stall and crossed to the entrance. She locked it from the inside and then marched to the closest mirror. He expected to finally catch a glimpse of her face but the mirror&rsquo;s surface looked smoky and smudged. Despite being totally alone in the bathroom, he sensed a dark, evil presence lurking just out of sight. A cold, unsettling sensation crawled along his skin.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  With shaking hands, she flipped the clasp on her small black purse and retrieved a tube of lipstick. She dropped the lid into the sink and twisted the base. Using the flirty pink shade like a pencil, she started to write on the mirror.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">My name is Ivy Morales.</span><span style=""><span style=""></span></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">I have been missing for three weeks.</span><span style=""><span style=""></span></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">I am like you.</span><span style=""><span style=""></span></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">I need your help.</span><span style=""><span style=""></span></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">Save me</span><em style="">.</em><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  As Mad read the message she scrawled on the mirror, he experienced a rough and painful shoving sensation that squeezed the air out of his lungs. The mirror&rsquo;s reflection began to clear, the murky fogginess fading, and suddenly he saw himself standing behind a petite black-haired beauty in a shiny purple dress. Their gazes locked in the mirror. Her striking eyes, one the color of coffee and the other a vibrant shade of reptilian gold with crimson flecks, told the entire story.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  She wasn&rsquo;t human. She wasn&rsquo;t dragon. She was both.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  She held up her hand, lifting it just over her shoulder, and silently asked him to take it. He grasped her smaller hand, her fingers thin and delicate, and marveled at the electric zing that arced along his skin. Gripping his hand, she spun toward him and stepped in close. The air rushed from his lungs when he peered down at her. His heart did a wild flip, and he swallowed hard.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style=""><em style="">Ivy</em></span><em style="">.</em> Her name ricocheted around in his mind. Something about this young woman with dark hair and pouty lips was so familiar. The faintest tickle of a thought teased him but he couldn&rsquo;t drag it forth. Entranced by her oddly hued eyes, he held his breath when her fingertip traced the edge of his jaw and his bottom lip. She was too short to reach any higher, even in her heels. He cupped her face in one big hand, silently urging her to stay perfectly still so he could study her features. No answer came to him.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  In a club so packed with humans, he shouldn&rsquo;t have been so incredibly aware of the scent of one single half-dragon girl. There were too many perfumes, colognes, and all of that alcohol mixing with the smell of sweat and pheromones to mask the familiar earthen smell of a dragon. Yet he had no trouble at all picking out the notes of lavender and sandalwood clinging to her.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The urge to breathe in her unique scent gripped him. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, drawing in the smell of her and holding it in his lungs until every last cell was saturated. He watched tiny bumps blossom on Ivy&rsquo;s skin as he brushed the tip of his nose along the curve of her neck. She gripped his shirt and rose on tiptoes to press against him, molding her nubile form to his hard chest.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Something inside him snapped. For weeks, he had been a mere spectator in these dreams. Now he wanted to participate. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hauled her right up off the floor and deposited her on the edge of the sink. Ivy gasped at his display of strength. Her eyelids shuttered briefly. When they parted again, both eyes had shifted to that golden color and her pupils were long slits. He didn&rsquo;t have to glance at his reflection to know that his were now the same red shade as the scales of his inner beast.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  She slid her hands along his arms and shoulders and clasped either side of his neck. He dipped down and teased his nose against hers before brushing his lips to hers with the barest whisper of contact. Mad tangled his fingers in those long, dark waves and tilted her head back. Her excited breaths sent a quiver of anticipation through his chest. She trembled against him, and the feel of her smaller body shaking like that did wild things to his heart.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Finally, he captured her soft, pouty lips. What began as a gentle, chaste kiss quickly morphed into something far more dangerous. He traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue, silently seeking entrance, and then delved between them when she whimpered with uncertainty. The dream was so damned real he could taste the sweetness of pineapple juice and the bite of tequila clinging to her lips.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Wanting more of her, <span style=""><em style="">needing</em></span> more of her, Mad cradled the back of her head and took the lead, embracing that dominant side of himself, which had always enjoyed being in control. Sliding his hand along her thigh, he slipped his fingers under her skirt and trailed them along her silky skin. Ivy made a needful, excited noise that rippled through his chest and traveled straight to his cock. Showing some boldness, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked against him.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The corners of his mouth lifted with a pleased smile that interrupted their wild kisses. She shyly grinned up at him, the pink stain of her cheeks telling him that she wasn&rsquo;t nearly as experienced as she pretended to be. The allure of innocence had never been one that he had understood&hellip;until Ivy.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Overwhelmed by the primal call to mate that her scent and taste evoked, Mad surged against her, making sure to let the hard ridge of his trapped erection rub right between the V of her thighs. She gasped, and her shuddery breaths buffeted his jaw. More than anything in the world, he wanted to be buried deep inside his sweet Ivy. He wanted to feel her nails clawing at his back and her slick, hot sheath clenching his shaft as they came together.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  His sweet Ivy?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The possessive thought gripped him and just wouldn&rsquo;t let go. This young woman who had invaded his dreams intrigued him. He wanted to know her. He <span style=""><em style="">needed</em></span> to know everything about her. Where had she come from? Where was she going? Was he going there with her? What made her laugh? What made her cry? What did she want out of life?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Desperate to get those answers, Mad attempted to wrest control of the dream from Ivy by calling forth the gifts of his dragon, but awakening his inner beast had a bizarre effect. Everything around them pulsed. The lights dimmed for a few seconds and then brightened to an almost blinding whiteness. As if alive, the walls throbbed, the peeling paint bubbling and dripping with a strange black fluid. The floor shifted beneath his feet, and he fell forward against Ivy. He curved a protective hand along the back of her head, shielding her from the mirror, and pulled her in tight against his chest.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &ldquo;I see you, Welshman.&rdquo; A slithery, hissing voice shattered their sensual moment. He glanced around, searching for the origin, but he couldn&rsquo;t find it. The room darkened and seemed to be growing smaller and smaller.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &ldquo;Look at me.&rdquo; Ivy jerked on the front of his shirt. The panicked expression twisting her beautiful face hit him in the gut. He started to reassure her that he would take care of her, but she stopped him before he could form even one single word. Her fingertips were cold as ice when they touched his lips. As the dream world she had created disintegrated, so did the brightness in her eyes and the color in her cheeks. Pale with dark circles under her eyes and lips cracked with dehydration, she stared up at him. &ldquo;Save me?&rdquo; she pleaded.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  He clasped her thin wrist and swore a vow. &ldquo;I will save you, Ivy.&rdquo;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &ldquo;Hurry. I can&rsquo;t hold on much longer. She&rsquo;s going to break me&mdash;and then I won&rsquo;t be able to protect you or the other dragons.&rdquo; She tugged her wrist free and placed her palm against his chest. Her very touch branded him, and he inhaled sharply as the blistering pain scorched his skin. Catching him by surprise, she lifted her other hand and slapped him right across the face. Despite her small stature, she walloped him as hard as Griff ever had. He didn&rsquo;t think his seven-foot-tall cousin had ever knocked his block off quite like Ivy. &ldquo;Wake up!&rdquo;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Bolting upright in bed, Madoc clutched his burning chest and sucked in a ragged breath. Sweat sluiced down his skin, soaking his sheets and cooling his overheated body. He touched his stinging face and winced. If he&rsquo;d had any doubts about the veracity of the dream, the bruise forming on his cheek and the pain over his heart convinced him it was real.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  On legs as shaky as a newborn colt&rsquo;s, he clambered out of bed but only managed two steps before he dropped to his knees. Sapped of energy, he used the nearest piece of furniture to haul himself upright. It finally occurred to him that his ravenous hunger and thirst and this relentless tiredness he had been experiencing were because Ivy had been draining him to survive. Wherever she was being held, she was being deprived of food and water and deliberately weakened.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  And it enraged him.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Fueled by his anger, Mad left his bedroom and headed downstairs. He kept a hand on the wall to maintain his balance and avoid a nasty fall. When he hit the living room, he dropped down on his couch and reached for the laptop he had been using a few hours earlier to research dreams. The moment the screen awakened, he typed in the name she had written on the mirror but his fingers slowed as he hit the last few keys.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &ldquo;Ivy.&rdquo; His whisper sounded so harsh in the stillness of his home. Blood pounded in his head as he suddenly realized who this mysterious dream girl was. &ldquo;<span style=""><em style="">Her</em></span>.&rdquo;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Memories from years ago, during a time when the blood feud between dragons and Knights had been fomented to a fever pitch, blitzed Mad. Ivy looked so familiar to him because she favored her mother Phoebe, a female dragon from the ancient Niko Drakon&rsquo;s tribe. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Impetuous. Wasn&rsquo;t that how Niko had described his kin?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Phoebe had been young, as far as dragons go, not more than three hundred years old, and she had had the audacity to fall head over heels in love with a Knight of St. George. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Mad rubbed the back of his neck. Ages ago, he and Griffin had been tasked with taking Phoebe and her human lover into custody to protect them. Not surprisingly, Phoebe had seen it as kidnapping, and she had plotted with the father of her unborn child to escape at the first chance. Niko had managed to keep them under lock and key long enough for the baby to be born, but somehow her lover had overpowered Niko.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The couple and their baby hadn&rsquo;t made it far before those vicious, murdering bastards of the Knights of St. George caught up with them. Phoebe had died protecting her child, but her lover&mdash;Yves, Mad finally remembered&mdash;had fought to the bitter end. The Brotherhood had arrived too late to save him. Madoc had held the dying man&rsquo;s hand as he drew his last breath and had been the one to dig the graves where they had buried the murdered couple.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  And that precious little baby? She had quieted the moment Niko had taken her in his arms and rocked her so gently. Her tribe mate had sworn he would protect her and he had. The alchemist dragon had cooked up one of his concoctions to suppress the supernatural side of her until she reached adulthood. More than anything, Niko had wanted that tiny baby girl to enjoy a normal childhood and early life instead of the hell that she would have certainly known if Niko had kept her at his estate.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Batting away the ugly memories, Mad finished typing in Ivy&rsquo;s full name and searched for any information on her. As he scanned the results, he touched the crook of his arm and thought of the blood he had given Niko for that potion. Niko had explained that dragon blood from a male belonging to a rival tribe would cancel out the Knight blood in the girl until she became of age and it would make her impossible to track.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Mad hadn&rsquo;t given a second thought to donating his blood. He had sworn his life to the Brotherhood, and if Niko asked him to bleed for the cause, he would happily slice open his wrist.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  It appeared the potion had worked. Clearly, Ivy had been able to grow up unbothered and off the radar of the Knights of St. George. She had gone to college before the Knights had tracked her down and taken her captive. There was no doubt in his mind that it had to be them holding her now. That creepy fucking voice that had shattered the dream and called him Welshman had to belong to their Seer. The Knights saw some potential use for Ivy, no doubt as a weapon against the dragons.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The real question? Why was she reaching out to him? Niko was her kin and her tribal leader. Her bond with Niko should have been the strongest and the easiest to exploit. Family ties were always the most powerful for dragons until they found their mates.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">Mate.</span><span style=""><span style=""></span></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  He swallowed hard. While he wanted to immediately discount that possibility, Mad couldn&rsquo;t ignore the facts before him. It wasn&rsquo;t at all uncommon for mates to find each other in dreams. Considering the scarcity of their species these days, there were often long distances between tribal compounds. With their sensitivity to psychic energy, dragon shifters had no trouble communicating on that level.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  But that blood he had given Niko&hellip; What if it had screwed up things in a way the alchemist had never intended? What if Ivy was now tied to him because of the potion and not because they were true mates? Was their bond <span style=""><em style="">real</em></span>? Would it last? Or was this simply a side effect of Niko&rsquo;s elixir?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  No one really understood how dragon mates came to be. In the old days, they had been called star mates or soul bonds. Even with all the science available to them now, no one could say with any certainty how it worked or even why. It just did. There was a moment of recognition, a spark, and there was no going back once that link was awakened.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Closing his eyes, he ran his fingers along his lips. God, he could still taste and feel her. The urge to save Ivy, to bring her to his home, nurse her back to health, pamper and protect her forever overwhelmed him. Heat rolled low in his belly as he remembered those soft sighs and the slight whimpers she had issued as he had claimed her mouth. The desire to find her and mate her and forever mark her as <span style=""><em style="">his</em></span> was too strong to fight.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Embracing that overpowering sensation, he hoped it would aid his search for Ivy. Her ominous warning that she couldn&rsquo;t hold on much longer and that more than just his life was at stake spurred him onward. He discovered a social media blitz from a young woman named Eris Jones who appeared to be Ivy&rsquo;s best friend at college. He skimmed the flyer and collected the necessary details. The pair had been vacationing during spring break at a popular Mexican resort when Ivy had gone missing at a club, probably the same one she had shown him in his dreams.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The rest of his search turned up even more troubling news. Ivy&rsquo;s parents had been killed in a house fire nearly a year earlier. At first glance, it seemed like nothing more than a tragic accident, but Mad had a bad feeling the Knights had been involved. He wasn&rsquo;t fully aware of the details of the cloaking magic Niko had worked on Ivy and her adoptive parents, Susie and Miguel Morales, but it was possible that their deaths had allowed the Knights to break that magic and get to their daughter.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">To my mate.</span><span style=""><span style=""></span></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  His chest tightened, and he reached up to rub his sternum in the hopes of easing the ache gripping his heart. When he touched his chest, Mad hissed and yanked back his hand. He glanced down at his bare skin and spotted the red, raw patches there. Remembering the way Ivy&rsquo;s fingertips had burned him just seconds before she had smacked him, he jumped off the couch and rushed into the closest bathroom. He shielded his eyes from the bright glare of the light and waited for them to adjust before he glanced at his reflection in the mirror.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Pride welled up inside him and caused him to grin. His brilliant sprite of a mate had scorched him with the location of the place she was being held. His Spanish was rusty, but he still remembered the word for prison and recognized the name of the Mexican state of Veracruz.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Armed with her location, Mad rushed upstairs and threw open the door of his closet. As he hastily jammed his legs into a pair of jeans, he considered contacting Griffin. His cousin was locked away in an underground lair with a female dragon belonging to a rather unique line of Naga shifters. Just days into their synced heat phase, the pair was giving off a powerful scent that would make them easy targets for the Knights to track. He couldn&rsquo;t risk alerting Griffin and drawing his cousin out of that lair. He was safe there with Avani.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  He thought about calling Ignatius, the Brotherhood&rsquo;s leader, or Niko for backup but he hesitated. If Ivy was mistaken about her location or if the Knights holding her had managed to confuse or infiltrate her thoughts, he could be leading the two men into a trap. Until he was absolutely certain she was there, he had to exercise caution.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Throwing some clothes and supplies into an overnight bag, he rubbed his hand across the throbbing marks on his chest. Whatever it took, he would find Ivy. No matter what the cost, he would save his mate.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><br />  <span style=""><span "font-size:="" 8.0pt"="" style="">&nbsp;<a href="file:///C:/Users/Maria%20Office%20Desktop/Dropbox/WDD-Excerpt.docx#_msoanchor_1" style="" title="">[CG1]</a></span></span>Author: You&rsquo;ve already said that Griffin was his cousin. Perhaps reword to: &ldquo;best friend, as well as his cousin, Griffin&rdquo; to put the stress on this new information about their relationship.<br /><span style=""></span><br /></font><span style=""></span><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[EMMA:  PART THREE DELAY]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/emma-part-three-delay]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/emma-part-three-delay#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2015 20:39:58 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/news/emma-part-three-delay</guid><description><![CDATA[       Hey everyone! There's going to be a short delay on the Emma: &nbsp;Part Three release. I had hoped to get this installment out on schedule but it looks like that's not going to happen.&nbsp;Long story short: &nbsp;We had a miscarriage a few days before Christmas--and then I caught the flu. After trying for another child since 2010, this loss hit me hard and in a way I hadn't quite anticipated. As you can imagine, getting into my office to write and edit romance was basically the last thin [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.lolitalopezbooks.com/uploads/2/3/6/5/23659206/6989422.jpg?226" alt="Picture" style="width:226;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font color="#2a2a2a" size="2">Hey everyone! There's going to be a short delay on the Emma: &nbsp;Part Three release. I had hoped to get this installment out on schedule but it looks like that's not going to happen.&nbsp;</font><br /><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a" size="2">Long story short: &nbsp;We had a miscarriage a few days before Christmas--and then I caught the flu. After trying for another child since 2010, this loss hit me hard and in a way I hadn't quite anticipated. As you can imagine, getting into my office to write and edit romance was basically the last thing I wanted to do while trying to recover from that double whammy (while also juggling the usual special needs issues that arise in this house from time to time.)&nbsp;</font><br /><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a" size="2">The Emma serial was written in 2013 so it's complete and just needs some editing to get it ready to go. I expect to release Parts Three and Four by the first week of February.</font></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>