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...

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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Sneak Peek: "Calm Assurance" (Orlosian Warriors, Bk. 1)




 Calm Assurance blurb
A straight-laced Nephilim-descendant and a human trouble-magnet?

When Asriel - Orlosian Warrior, descendant of Nephilim, law enforcer – is sent to guard Malina, a human with a penchant for drawing trouble like a tornado, she becomes his obsession.

With no hope of finding love in his dimension, he breaks the cardinal rule, leaving his home to protect her, but she has also drawn the attention of his enemies, and he is forced to face demons from his past. If Asriel chooses to stay with Malina, not only does he risk forfeiting his right to ever return to his dimension, but he will need her blood to survive.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Zaidi Features: Interview With Jacqueline George





1.    When did you know you wanted to be a writer? What were some of your first steps toward making your dream a reality? How would you say most of your stories are conceived? Dreams? Research? Experience?

      My first book was published 25 years ago… What an amateur I was then; how
      much better am I now? Mmh – jury’s still out. Stories come from day-dreams, but 
      always brought to life with experience. I am insistent on true-to-life, even in a 
     fantasy setting.


2.    What 3 things would you like readers to know about you?

Really – I just don’t care! I want people to know and like my books, and don’t feel that I matter at all

3.    What role does your family play in your writing, if any? Any pets? If so, how many and what kind?

A lot of my books are sexy, so I make a point of refusing to discuss exactly where the line between fantasy and reality lies. Would not be fair to my partner! On the other hand, my cat Rudy is fair game. If only he could read perhaps he would stop being so arrogant.

4.    Tell us about your books. Genre, titles, any favorite characters? What can we look forward to from you in the near future? WIP’s, upcoming releases?

Most of my output is either sexy romance or adventure. As I said above, all of them are meant to feel real, even when they are talking about witches etc. It’s always easier to make a story real if you have an actual location in mind. I have been lucky enough to live in several countries (we were part of the oil industry) so exotic locations, food, people are frequent. I have written a little history too and right now I am working on an explanation of fracking – I shall call it Fracking 101. My absolute best seller is a lifestyle title - How to make Wild, Passionate Love to your Man

5.    Is there a common thread in your books? How do your values show up in your writing? What do you want readers to take from your writing?

      I don’t do sad, horror or violence, and I insist on my heroines standing up for 
     themselves. So Anesthesia Steele in Fifty Shades wouldn’t get a walk-on part! I 
     would love women to take encouragement from my books, and recognize that sex 
     can only help their relationships. So give yourself enough time to make love – it’s 
     important!



6.    What do you look for in a good book? In what ways would you say your books exhibit these qualities?

First and foremost, it has to be a good story. Real characters, real settings, sensible motives – real! Then you need a plot that keeps the reader engaged. Even if they guess that it is all going to end well, they still won’t exactly how that is going to happen…


7.    What are some things you know now about writing and being an author that you wish someone had told you at the very beginning?

It would have saved a lot of heart searching if I had been told that the book trade is not concerned too much with the quality of your writing. As long as it reaches a certain minimum standard, it’s good enough. (Look at The Da Vinci Code… and that sold zillions.) It took me years before I realised that my writing was pretty good but I just lacked the vital ingredient for success – a favourite uncle in the book trade.

8.    Along that same line, what are some of your favorite resources?

Google and Wikipedia! Life is just so easy for us now, with the instant research tools. Another great resource is knowledge of places. Given a choice, the reader will always go for a back street market in Kalimantan over the familiar shopping malls of home.

9.    What lifts your spirits when you’re discouraged?

The next sale. It’s all about people giving good money to read my books – always makes me feel good.

10.Other than writing, what’s your passion?

I live in a remote village in the far north of tropical Queensland. I am passionate about life here; it takes so much time to get the simplest stuff done here.

11.Not limited to writing, what do you believe are some of your greatest accomplishments so far?

You know, I have done things that make people jealous but I can’t characterize them as achievements myself. I don’t look at my life that way…

12.What tips can you offer towards building and maintaining a strong support system as a writer?

Keep in constant touch with your writing friends (I am blessed with several). Swap ideas, edit for each other, promote each other’s work. What goes around, comes around.

13.For the adventurous, write a descriptive 4-line poem.  You’re welcome to freestyle):


Jacqueline,
Going her own way,
Butterfly brain and
Pain in the bum!








Friday, July 24, 2015

Flasher Friday: "Sunrise Epiphany"




Happy Friday! I'm late today, but couldn't miss out on this breathtaking inspirational pic. As usual, my friends and I are writing 100-word flashes to the picture above, so be sure to stop by and check theirs out when you're finished here. Hope you enjoy, and comments are greatly appreciated :-)

Sunrise Epiphany
 Another sleepless night. Every nerve pricked my skin, my stomach in endless knots, but when I closed my eyes, losing hope as dawn brushed away the darkness, he was there, awakening every one of my senses…but one.

“Why won’t you let me see you?” I whispered.

“Seeing is overrated,” he breathed, his mouth on my breast, tongue laving each nipple, the powerful sensation zinging to my core, tentacles spreading, rushing up to overtake me, washing away every concern, every care.

I stretched against him, my phantom lover, and he complied, filling my need.

“Better?” 

I smiled, finally resting.  Seeing was indeed, overrated. “Better.”



Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Zaidi Features: "Light 'O Love" by Jacqueline George


Please join me in welcoming the wonderfully talented Jacqueline George to my site. I've wanted to feature her work here for some time, now, so when I found out about her new release, we couldn't think of a more perfect time. I'll be interviewing her on Sunday, so join us here again to learn more about her.



When Shirley arrives at the Institute, she thinks she will be studying Politics. But the Institute has a sterner purpose, the study of Witchcraft. Gradually, Shirley is introduced to the practice and history of the Craft. She has a talent for mind control and for romance, and is given her witch's name, Light o'Love...


Rossiter took in the situation. “Are you sure it’s them?”

“Of course. Look at them; who else could it be?”

“Exactly. Let me think. If they’re Nick’s people in disguise, he already knows we’re here, and Holly and Dhu Varren already know he is here. I’m going to cover us up. If Nick’s around, it will be as good as putting up a billboard advertising us, but he will know that anyway. If the people really are Godiva and The Lamplighter, they just won’t see us. But Nick will if he’s somewhere across the valley spying out the ground. We’ll be out of reach, but tempting. Sit still.”

Rossiter started his charms and crawled right around her making passes from above his head down to the rock they sat on. He turned and smiled to her. “There, we can watch them climb past and they won’t even know we’re here.”

Godiva and The Lamplighter had found the pack trail and were zigzagging up the side of the fell. They did not hurry, and Light o'Love could hear their chattering slowly coming nearer. They were young, cheerful and in love. Once they had climbed high enough, they left the path and headed towards the boulder where Rossiter and Light o'Love were hiding.

“They’re OK, I think,” Light o'Love whispered. “I can feel them and they’re genuine. What do you think?”

“I think so too, but why are they coming here?”

They were getting much closer and it was hard to look Godiva in the face without flinching and trying to hide.

“This looks good,” said Godiva as she got close enough to see the short grass. “No-one will be able to see us behind here.”

The Lamplighter looked suspiciously around one side of the boulder and then the other and finally he gave a wide smile and swung his small rucksack from his shoulders.

“This is just the right place. At last.” He pulled a folded groundsheet from his rucksack. Between them, they spread it on the grass behind the boulder. They unwrapped their anoraks from their waists and folded them as pillows. Godiva unlaced her boots, kicked them off, and rolled on top of The Lamplighter.

“Now I’ve got you,” she said. “All to myself. No escape.” She swung her hair to one side and started to kiss him.

Light o'Love looked at Rossiter. He had a naughty smile on his face as he lay on his stomach and settled down to watch. Light o'Love lay beside him. There was nothing else to do.
They watched as the lovers giggled and kissed below them. They shared long sucking kisses as they drank and explored each other. The Lamplighter had already pulled Godiva’s shirt out and his hands were wandering beneath, looking for the fastening of her bra.

He broke their kiss and pushed her back until she was kneeling astride him. One by one, he undid her buttons until he could push her shirt back over her shoulders. It caught on her wrists and Godiva had to help him, fumbling at her cuffs until she could pull her shirt clear. She shrugged off her bra and he took it from her, folding it and placing it at the edge of the groundsheet. He lay back with his hands behind his head and stared at her.

From where she lay, behind and above, Light o'Love could not see Godiva’s breasts clearly, but The Lamplighter could and he liked them. “You are a beautiful, beautiful woman,” he said in his deep voice, and he reached out to take a breast in each hand. Godiva sighed and Light o'Love knew that her eyes would be closed as The Lamplighter played with her. Her head rolled from side to side.

With a powerful twist of his body, he turned her onto her back. He leaned over her and, with one big hand, he held her wrists together above her head. She did not take her eyes from his face as she waited quietly for what he would do to her. He bent to her and kissed her, her face, her eyes, her neck, her mouth. She struggled uselessly in his grip as he kissed and she returned his kisses. She still struggled as he kissed down to the pink tips of her breasts. Her eyes closed and she whimpered as he sucked and teased.

Light o'Love no longer felt any embarrassment. Watching her friends was not an intrusion and it was making her excited. She moved closer to Rossiter and he put his arm around her. He felt good beside her.

Below them, The Lamplighter had left Godiva’s breasts and pulled the rest of her clothes off. She kicked her legs free and lay back, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee, fallen sideways to open herself to him. Her pussy was a pink shadow beneath its wispy blonde fur. She was Eve incarnate, the woman who does nothing and still rules her man with her beauty.

The Lamplighter lay beside her and lowered his hand to the fork of her legs. Godiva propped herself up on her elbows and, like a mouse fascinated by a serpent, watched his masculine brown hand probing her, parting her lips and dipping into the nectar within. She dropped back with a moan and lifted her hips, thrusting them upwards in a slow rhythm to draw him into her. The Lamplighter played on as Godiva’s moans became louder and her movements faster.

Watching felt immensely exciting for Light o'Love, and she made no objection when Rossiter took his hand from around her shoulders and reached underneath her. She lifted her hips from the rock and allowed him to unclip her breeches and reach inside. His fingertips were roaming across her mound and she knew she was as wet as Godiva.

Godiva’s moaning had taken on a desperate tone as her climax drew near. She hung on to The Lamplighter with one hand while the other arm stretched out wide and gripped a fold in the ground sheet. Her eyes were closed tight and her face was red and strained.


With both hands, Light o'Love struggled to push her breeches and panties over her hips and halfway down her thighs. Now Rossiter had the freedom of her pussy and she lowered herself into the palm of his hand. He clasped his fingers into her wetness and she moved slowly against him.

About Jacqueline George
Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out more about Jacqueline and her books at 














Friday, July 17, 2015

Flasher Friday: "The Traveler"




It's glorious Friday again, and do we have an awesome pic and several tales for you! When you're finished here, check out my friends' versions, here. 

The Traveler

“If you’re married, just tell me. There’s no need to make up ridiculous tales, Michael.”

Michael dropped his head, glancing at her one more time before turning to walk away, but just as she started to step inside the apartment, he caught her wrist, frightening her at first, until she looked into his eyes, a question on her lips.

He took full advantage, covering her mouth with his own, his hard body pressed against hers, and she breathed him in.

Lost in his touch, his scent, warm sandalwood, his taste, spicy, addictive, she dismissed the sensation of falling, the ground dropping away. 

Moments later, she opened her eyes in another time, surrounded by candles, torches, and people she’d never seen before.

Michael held her hand, speaking to a cloaked man. “You may begin.” 


Sunday, July 12, 2015

"Mystical Magical Love" Boxed-set Party & Takeovers




The Mystical Box Set Babes want to share their Paranormal Tales of hot, wild, and sexy 
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HOLD HIM CLOSE, HOLD HIM TIGHT, AND NEVER LET HIM GO!!!
You'll LOVE them ALL!!!!
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Friday, July 10, 2015

Flasher Friday: "Tango-a-Tango"


Eek! I was in such a hurry to get my tango couple posted, forgot to write my intro :-) As you know, Fridays are for flashing in 100 words, and I'm happy to see you. Take a look at my friends' renditions of the dance by clicking here.

Tango-a-Tango
“Late again.”

“Don’t look at me. I’m not the one who kept running back to…”

“To change, Ron! To change!”

“We’re here. Don’t make us later than we already are. We do this every time.”

“I’m sitting here until you at least open my damn door.”

Ron walked around and swung the door open, giving Tess a once over as she swung a long, shapely leg from the Benz, stepped around him, and strutted toward the entrance.


The roar of the crowd greeted them, their cue music starting just as they walked in and stepped onto the dance floor. Tess wrapped her leg around Ron’s, both reminded of the tango, on and off the floor.