Available now...Hermes' Boundary by Ellie Keys (Giveaway!!)

 

IT'S HERE!!  After having to push the release date a few weeks, it's finally here and ready for reader consumption!  Hermes' Boundary is AVAILABLE NOW!  The second installment of the Touched by a god Series is available in ebook format.  Pick up your copy today, just follow the links below.

Title: Hermes' Boundary

Series: Touched by a god, Book 2

Author: Ellie Keys

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Mythological

Publisher: Life In "E" motion

Hermes stood in the corner and waited while the mortal woman talked to the mortal child.  He’d never been one to have a desire to be close to anyone in that age range, especially not a little female.  He hadn’t had to deal with one since he was one himself.  The mortal they called Qui (spoken kwee) was the one talking to the little one named Renneé.  They sometimes referred to her as R.J. Why he didn’t understand.  They were discussing some project the little one was worried about.  The woman, he guessed he should start using her name since his uncle had him spending time with her, was trying her best to remain calm despite the fact the little one, Rennée, was obviously distraught.  The woman was named Ty’Quishia Johnson, which was a surprise because he hadn’t ever heard of a mortal with her skin pigment ever being given a name so unique.   Once one met the woman, then they would realize that she needed to have a name that separated her from all the others in the world.  She is as unconventional as they come. 

Qui’s hair was changed with some chemical the mortals use to change their hair from time to time.  Was it called hair dye?  Yes, that's what it was called.  Her hair was now a fiery red tone that was close to Scarlett’s hair color.  Her normally brown with almost amber tones hair color could not be seen with the flame like color she had on her head now.  Hermes felt like those colors in a mortal's hair was like them putting on one of those wigs or falls that he heard so many of his models talking about.  Her slight frame showcased decent curves.  She had barely a mortal male’s handful of boobs in the red shirt that had one of those built in bras.  Her signature bracelet sized earrings were in her ears and so was the link necklace she was known to wear daily.  He remembered them being referred to as hoops; the earrings. The costume jewelry had changed from gold to silver, but it was her “go to” set.  The actual bracelets she always wore matched her necklace. 

Her ass, he could go on for days about the curve and shape of that ass and how everything she put on made her ass look delectable enough to bite into. 

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Ellie Keys is an author of mystery and thriller novels. The characters of her stories are loud, exuberant and controlling when it comes to demanding her attention. The personalities that come out on paper give audience members insight into the reason why she is a little off center. She loves writing, reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie. 

Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created. There is a great deal in store for lovers of mystery and thrill seekers. She invites you to follow her on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest or look her up on her website.

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Ellie Keys (That's Me!) and GIVEAWAY!

Author Ellie Keys

Four books are available for your reading pleasure. Available in paperback and ebook!

Scarlett’s Letter, Book 1, released 3/5/15
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An Author’s Tale 2/26/15
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A Mother’s Burden 1/29/15
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New Release...An Author's Tale by Ellie Keys

  

Synopsis: 

Not everyone that dreams is dreaming good dreams. Being a romance author doesn’t always allow for the positive. Stephanie Daniels finds herself in a place that she never thought that she'd be. Everything was going her way. She had things all lined up. At least it had been until she'd gone away to a New York book signing. Meeting Daniel White, cover model extraordinaire, would have been the greatest thing had the events that followed the meeting NOT happened. If she were writing her own story, then she would just kill herself off. It would put her out of her misery and probably solve a lot of her problems. Life just had to get better, didn't it?

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 The Author 

 Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it's paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn't matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she's addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately. Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don't allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn't alone when she talked to other authors. 

  

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It was the reason that I couldn’t ever bring myself to stay mad at him. It’s the reason that we were amicably separated. It’s also the reason that I was making cookies for a woman that I should have by all rights hated with every fiber of my being. I didn’t and I still don’t. I so don’t. I am indebted to her for making him realize that he needed to let us go. I should probably have my head examined, regularly.

I’m happy that he’s no longer here, taking up my space and making our lives in this house miserable because he is. I am now that is. I thought I was happy for him then. It’s been a year since that day. I can’t even believe it. A whole year has passed and all of it is still fresh. All of it is as real as if it happened a matter of moments ago and not so many moments ago. I didn’t think then that I would ever be in the position that I am in now. I didn’t see this curve ball coming. I share my story now as the moments unfold and not as me reflecting.

As I stand in my kitchen again, I look down and shake my head. My frustration level grew as I realized exactly what I’d done.

“Dammit, now I have to make some more mix for the cookies,” my eyes settled on a tray with only one cookie dough ball left on it.

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Excerpt from A Mother's Burden

"No. I am sick and tired of doing this with you. It's the same argument. The same conversation and I'm tired of it," my son, Marcus, growled at me as he quickly stood from my kitchen table and dropped his plate into the formerly spotless sink.

"Marc, honey, I don't know what you're getting so worked up over. If this thing with this girl is really something, then there is nothing that I could do to mess it up. If she is having issues or some need...," I began as I watched my son's face contort into a mask of complete horror and possibly justified anger.

"Are. You. Fu...serious? You are actually questioning whether or not I'm serious about her or she's serious about me? I'm committed to this woman. I'm so committed to her that I was willing to subject her to your judgment. I thought I was bringing the woman that I loved to meet the most amazing woman that I've ever known. I didn't know that I was meeting the cruel, nonobjective, conniving body double that sat with me and shredded the heart of the woman I plan to marry," he shook his head and turned his back on me. He took a few deep breaths then moved toward the back door. "I thought you would care enough to try. I guess my expectations were far too high. The woman I have respected and adored, the woman that raised me decided to take a vacation. I hoped you would see just how important she is to me since I wanted you to meet her. Amazing just how wrong I was."

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Excerpt from An Author's Tale:

I heard her screaming his name and him pleading with her to not be so loud or the neighbors would think that he was killing her. I couldn't hold back the laughter when that caused them to begin to bicker back and forth over whether or not that was the right time to think about the neighbors. I believe the question that was screamed was:

"Do you really think the neighbors would have mistaken my screaming orgasm as a sign that my dumb ass boyfriend is attempting to murder me?"

"I certainly didn't," I'd stated out loud and evidently loud enough for her to hear me.

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Excerpt from Scarlett's Letter

She took him further into her throat and heard his beautiful response to her machinations. She moaned and he hissed as her tongue swirled around him. He quickly pulled her off of him and lifted her lips to his own. After she was kissed senseless, he grabbed her hips and lifted her above his head. When did he remove her bikini bottoms?

“Spread,” he commanded.

She immediately complied as she spread her legs and felt her toes curl over the back of the chair. He chuckled then kissed and nibbled her thighs. Scarlett was still in the air just above his head as he continued to torture her with his mouth. His strong arms held her suspended just above him. He licked a trail down her legs to the backs of her knees and she giggled then screamed her frustration. Aides moved back along her legs to nibble at her thighs, but never where she wanted him. She squirmed in his hold and his chuckle told her that he was enjoying himself.

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Excerpt from Hermes' Boundary

“H., did you ever think that the thing that you try to steer clear of is the one thing that you might actually need? I think that might actually be the case. So, I’ve decided to make that my side project until the baby comes, then I will have something else to focus on. Until then, I’m going to work steadily to prove it to you,” she’d said to him as they watched Cerberus gnaw on a bone.

Neither of them knew if the bone was from a human or an animal, but Cerberus seemed to be enjoying it.

“Hermes, be open to this or else,” was all that his uncle had said on the matter before he’d dismissed him.

Sometimes he wished that he could turn off the internal “call button” he was born with. It was tuned into to every one of his brethren and, in rare cases, mortals.

Author Bio

Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance/Erotica author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it's paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn't matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she's addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.

Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don't allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn't alone when she talked to other authors.

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Queen Mother...Chapter One

 I have done this for my other books and decided that I would keep with that tradition.  I love sharing my works with all of the readers that give me an opportunity to do so.  Thank you to each person that will take the time to read this.  My next release is coming October 30, 2014 and I cannot wait to see what those that have read the first book in the series think of this next installment.  Queen Mother is available now.

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 I am sharing the first chapter of the book just to see what kind of response I get from this.  Also, I am sharing so that you might get an idea of what my writing is like if you've never read my work before.

Here are some teasers for the book: 

Chapter One:

 “Bear down, Milady,” the lady in waiting practically yelled at the royal whose face was tear-streaked and reflected an air of exhaustion.

 “No, I cannot.  I’m so famished and weary.  I ache all over.  I don’t have the ability to do this,” the young woman with copper toned eyes and light, sun-kissed skin yelled.  

The words were thrust from her on a weakened breath.  Her normally curly, almost jet black hair was now spread over her regularly pearl colored pillowcase.  The pearl color was now a smoky grey because of the sweat pouring from her forehead.

       “You must! Your young is almost here.  You have waited for so long to hold your babe.  Milady, please,” the lady pleaded and began to position herself to between the young royal’s legs.  

The royal knew she must push forward.  She knew that this was her last attempt to give her beautiful Intended his last child.  He’d sought to have five.  She never understood his need, but she agreed to it.  He was so adamant about that number.  If she really put thought to it, then she would realize that she already knew why.  This child was to be his gift to her not the other way around.

If every child that had inhabited her womb had lived they would have nine no ten babes.  It was not to be so.  The all knowing mother had not seen that they were fit to bear that many.  This was the one that wasn’t supposed to be.  No one knew this child would come.  Every child before had been spoken of by a soothsayer or dreamwalker.  Not one had come and spoken of this one.  No one came until it was far too late for any to know what was to come from this one.

The Fated came to them in the night and delivered the horrifying “gift” from the Eldest Soothsayer. 

“The Fifth child born to the King of the Demoans and the Queen Mother will bring pain and death with his life.  In his name, war will wage and peace will be abolished.  He will be the harbinger of all that is evil in living by the error of his ways.  No good will come of the child that will live as the one that hunts his own.”

When word was received, she’d wept for days.  The fear of the words played in her head hourly and were the reason for each horrible sight she saw when she closed her eyes at night. A request was made for further divining or more knowledge to decipher the meaning behind the words.  It wasn’t until much later, far too late for anything to be done, that she and her Intended were informed there was a second portion to that message. 

The second portion was never given to the queen or her Intended. It crushed her to know that she had more information only after there was nothing in her power to be done about it.  The worst part about finding something was intentionally being kept from her was learning the reason that it was done. The Fated feared the words of the first portion of the message far too much to relay the second.  The ignorance of youth overrode the wisdom of age.  They wanted the child removed from the kingdom as fear overruled their sworn duty. The Fated had sworn a duty to protect the kingdom from such a child.  They had many in place to make sure that such a child would never come to be or so they thought.  What they hadn’t realized in their youthful exuberance was their actions were what brought about the foreseen actions in their message. 

As a result of the steps that they took, she was now dealing with something no person, especially a mother, should ever have to deal with.  Her children were her own.  They are the sons and daughters of Zephora Carthage-Veering: the Queen, Mother of their race and Foreseer.  Yes, she was hated because she was able to change the heart of a Demoan from his evil ways.  Doing so had split one of the most evil and deadliest duos to ever be spawned from hell.  Devianté, her Intended, and the father of the supposedly cursed child spent many, many days trying to put the broken Queen Mother back together. 

Things may have been so different had they only seen the second portion of that message.

Take heed in this message for it is truth.  His heart is the key to his destruction. Without the evil that touches it, he will be the greatest warrior and live by his mother’s twice blessed sword.”

All was not right in her world and it probably never would be.  She hadn’t lost just one child because of those words.  She’d lost two.  The Fated were cruel, heartless bitches.  So many days of wishing and praying for the return of those lost children were thrown back in her face.  It wasn’t enough for her to lose them then have them brought back into her life.  No, they were brought back with a secret so terrifying that she almost requested someone take her life.  It was the worst thing imaginable. 

All of her hopes for those boys, her sons, were dragged through the mud, trampled on by horses, then chewed up and spit out.  They weren’t those beautiful, innocent little babes that she’d for mere moments at her bosom.  They weren’t the kindhearted little ones that she’d always thought they’d be, expected them to be.  It was part of their family’s nature, their lineage, to be kind and nurturing.  Her boys were men.  They were men that were hardened by a life of anger, hostility and a childhood without love.  How could they be anything less than that growing up with a Demoan that knew not what it meant to truly be loved and cared for?  She wouldn’t expect them to be gentle men.  She couldn’t.  Yet, she’d still hoped.  When she heard of their depravity and who that youngest child had become, her heart instantly chilled. 

Only a mother that has heard of a child doing something that goes against everything that they taught their child would understand what she felt.  Only a parent that learned of a child committing a crime so heinous no other could hear of it without cringing could know the depth of her sadness.  Her anger knew no boundaries.  It seeped into her veins and screamed for release.  Every person that was within her kingdom tried to look at her with sympathy, but so many had been lost that the attempt was lost in their reflected heartache. 

Zephora couldn’t take it.  So, she left.  She took her leave of her kingdom that had been her safety net and sanctuary for as long as she’d been alive.  Even in her greatest moment of pain, her kingdom and the Foresayer L’ahelle had been her home.  There she’d always found peace.  She couldn’t find it.  So, she went to the second place that afforded her the opportunity to let down her guard.  Her arrival at the first space that she ever shared with Devianté had her trembling.  She hadn’t been there since she and Devi lived there with the children so many centuries before. 

Looking upon the gates with the Veering crest brought tears to her eyes.  The “v” that spread to take on the shape of dark wings was one she knew as well as her name.  It was etched into Devi’s skin.  The marking of one wing started at the top of his left pectoral and spanned the length of his torso.  It dipped around his side and the other wing spread out across his hip then lower back.  The dip of his “v” cut across part of his abs.  It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and couldn’t help, but learn every dip, turn and section of the marking with her tongue whenever she had the opportunity. 

Smiling to herself, she turned slightly and nodded her head.  He was there.  He was always there.  Devi thought that he was hiding himself when he silently followed her in the shadows, but she knew.  She always knew.  Her heart told her when he was near.  Knowing that he was with her, watching out for her, allowed her to be brave when she needed to be. 

“Devi, I need you here with me.  As much as I feel this is my own to bear, I cannot be in this place alone.  Plea…,” she began, but stopped when he stood before her. 

“You know you only have, but to ask.  I should have known that you knew I followed you.  I haven’t really been able to hide much of anything from you in all of our years together,” he stopped and looked around the area where they stood.  “I cannot believe it has been as long as it has been since we were away from this place.  It seems like yesterday that we were putting things together to make it our own.  The staff has done well in keeping up the grounds, don’t you think?”

Zephora tore her gaze away from her husband’s six and a half foot, hard body that was barely hidden in the dark jeans and blue sweater that he wore.  Anytime he was in that color, she thought of the deep blue eyes that called to her every time that he looked at her. 

“Evo, your thoughts have turned to things that will get you taken where you stand if you are not careful.  You came here for other things, I believe.  If I am going to be a distraction, then I will return to our home.  Even if looking into those beautiful brown eyes that darken with your desire make even speaking those words the hardest thing I had to do right now,” he said as he glanced over his shoulder. 

She’d heard it to.  There was a whisper on the winds and she knew they wouldn’t be alone long.  Her mother would be joining them soon.  Oh well.  So much for that little thought.  It would be a while before her mother would arrive.  She would make the most of the time that she would have alone with her husband. 

Her gaze moved to the home that stood before her.  The grandeur of the estate had never been lost on her.  It was an amazing place.  The palatial home was one that she didn’t think she’d ever get used to when she’d first arrived.  Sure, the home she lived in with her mother was more of a castle than home, but she’d known every nook and cranny of it. 

To be honest, she’d thought that Demoans lived in a hovel or cave.  She hadn’t expected to find such a wondrous place.  It had been cloaked in a protective spell the first time she’d arrived.  Devianté showed his first signs of not being the typical demonic killer when he’d brought her to this place.  The house looked like it was owned by a Lord from the Victorian Era.  The tower that set off to the right if you were facing the home was one of her favorite places to be.  The grey toned shingles, pillar like columns, grand windows and staircases and porch that ran the width of the front of the house made her love the house, instantly. 

Devi had the house modernized as time went on, but he never changed those things.  He knew how important those things were for her.  The five bedrooms and two bath home had been theirs.  It had been there’s and held so many memories.  It was also the place where she’d thought she’d lost herself forever.

 

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The first book in the series is Night Hunter.  It is available now for purchase at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Thank you so much for taking the time to check out what I have shared.

~E.