Drama Llamas and Writing

It’s too easy to let the drama of the INDIE publishing world consume you (me) as a writer. TOO EASY.

With all the comments about stuffers, trademarks, and plagerism, these are my thoughts.

I’ve pulled back from social media. You’ve probably noticed. I’m writing what I want to write and ignoring everything going on around me. Writing is an escape for me. I used to read to escape. Now, I write the stories I want to read. I write about strong women who find the love of their lifetimes.

I’m having the best time ever writing my new series with Jet (he’s the hubs in case you didn’t know). Just having him involved in my passion is GOLD to me. Whether any of them will ever published is irrelevant. I love writing them.

Don’t worry!!! They will be published…they’re freakin’ great books.

😍

But, like the rest of my writing, they’re a departure from what I’ve done before. They’re not heavy BDSM, although that is fun to write. They’re not rockstars. What are they? They’re sweet, somewhat steamy, love at first sight, romances with a bit of suspense.

I believe in love at first sight. Jet and I met and married in less than four months and after our very first date, we knew we’d be together forever. And we’re still having the best time of our lives together.

😍

Every book I write is about a strong woman. In this series (which I’m pointedly not telling you the name of yet…we’ll get there. Trust me!) …we have hurricanes to survive, mountain rescues to achieve, sunken treasure to discover and even modern day pirates to deal with. The women do the saving and rescuing and all the rest. These are strong, resilient women, role models for all the little girls out there who can be whatever they want to be. Each of these women will accomplish much with their fabulous men by their side. But, if the men weren’t there, these women would still kick major ass. I believe in the strength of women.

😍

Back to Drama Llamas (I bet you thought I forgot!)

I get burned out with social media. Everything I do is after the 80hr work week which pays the bills. I’m a solo act. I write, advertise, do graphic design. I do it all. ALONE. It’s neverending, and sometimes I need to step back and reevaluate WHAT I’m doing and WHY.

I’m writing the stories I love to read, because if I don’t write them no-one will. That’s what I’m focusing on.

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NOW LIVE

✨🔥 Ellie Masters NEW RELEASE! 🔥 ✨
✨March 19th✨

She’s MINE: a Captive Romance

#CaptiveRomance #DarkRomance #HEA #EllieMasters #ElliemastersNewRelease

Buy Link: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine
Goodreads: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine_GR
BookBub: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine_BB

✅ Standalone
✅ Dark Romance
✅ Feisty Heroine
✅ Alpha Male
✅ Captive Romance
✅ HEA guaranteed
✅ FREE on KU

I’m very excited for this release, and hope you enjoy it too.
________________________________________

A Dark Captive Romance that Will Keep You on the Edge of Your Seat!


My father gave me to a stranger in exchange for debts owed.
Abducted. Imprisoned. Enslaved.
This is my existence.
Uncompromising and relentless in getting what he wants, the man who owns me makes my temper flare, my blood boil, and my body come alive. He’s getting under my skin, making me submit to his will, and desire things I should never want.
I’m his prisoner.
I’m his slave.
But, I will be his undoing. 
If he thinks to claim me, he’s in for a fight, because I am my father’s daughter, and they will both reap what they’ve sown.
At least, that is the plan.


This is a dark romantic thriller which contains scenes some may find disturbing. There is FULL consent (NO non-con: so relax, you can enjoy this!). You’ll get one sexy Alpha Male, a feisty heroine strong enough to put him through his paces, and an amazing dark storyline. Sit back. Relax. And strap in for one hell of a ride!

I bounced with excitement as I neared the thick doors of the palatial monstrosity which had been my prison for the past twenty-one years. Z was out on a business trip. I’d be in and out, then gone, and would never again have to face the darkness in my father’s eyes.
.
As long as Z and I kept our distance, me in boarding school and him with his business, life allowed me to deny the truth. I was the rich socialite daughter of the illustrious Zane Carson, multi-millionaire who collected properties and corporations for sport. I dated who I wanted. As long as I didn’t sleep with married men or had my name splashed in the tabloids, Z and I maintained a peaceful coexistence.
.
But that no longer mattered, because I vowed to be free of his overbearing ways. I had plans to pub crawl from Scotland to Germany in one long summer of debauchery with my girlfriends before hitting the books and beginning my new life. All I had to do was stuff my backpack with a couple of pairs of jeans, T-shirts, and one naughty black dress.
.
At twenty-one, I had a bachelors in Computer Science from MIT which set me free. No longer would I be a slave to Z’s money or his insufferable rules.
.
I put my weight behind the heavy, ornate door and pushed. This would be the last time I entered this house. 
.
I stepped across the threshold and lurched to a stop.
.
Z stood in the middle of the sweeping foyer. His coal dark eyes bore down on me beneath thick bushy brows. Heavy shadows gathered in his stormy gaze and a scowl framed his face. Two men stood with him; two large, intimidating men.
.
Years of rejection and emotional manipulation left no love lost between me and Z. In my head, he wasn’t father or daddy. He was simply Z. I had long since whittled my father’s name down to a single letter. I hated him, only because I craved the love he denied me with the irrational need of a child. In front of others, I maintained a civil facade, however, and called him Papa. I did that now.
.
“Papa? I didn’t think you would be home.” My sandals slapped against Italian marble as I pulled up short.
.
“Raven.” His harsh, clipped tones made my heart lurch. There was no tenderness for me in his greeting.
.
Disapproval tugged at the corners of his mouth and his displeasure radiated in the flare of his nostrils and the pinch of his eyes as he surveyed my state of dress.
.
His women wore their hair in tightly wound buns or French twists. I kept mine loose because it irritated him and it hung down to my waist. But his eyes skipped over my hair, made no mention of my lack of makeup, and moved to my summer tank top and cut off shorts. That’s when his eyes widened, showing white around inky blackness.
.
“Papa…” My throat constricted and I subconsciously wrapped an arm across my chest, covering my unsupported breasts.
.
Z demanded perfection in his female companions. 
Seeing his daughter in cut-off jeans, and a spaghetti tank top without a bra garnered more reaction in three seconds than I’d gotten out of him in twenty-one years.
.
“You’re dressed like a whore.” His teeth ground out a horrible sound as his jaw clenched.
.
My gaze flew to the men. Surprise fluttered in my belly that he would speak so crudely in front of company.
.
“Papa?” The word hung between us as he came at me.
.
His fingers latched around my wrist, biting into the tender flesh. My free hand pulled at him, trying to loosen his grip, but my efforts were useless against the steel band of his fingers. He yanked me toward the men.
.
“As promised.” He thrust me at the largest man. “Debt paid.”
.
An impossibly huge man pulled me from Z’s grip.
.
I turned wild eyes to Z.
.
I looked to the man who had given me life and saw the truth etched in the granite lines of his features. Comfort never came through the cold-hearted man who dominated my life. He never once touched me with love.
.
The set of his jaw confirmed the truth. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but the men lent a certain degree of reality to the situation.
.
The man who took me from Z, wrapped an arm around my waist as I kicked out trying to get free. It was a useless gesture. My efforts to free myself were laughable, but then I wasn’t thinking rationally. My mind reeled with my father’s words. What did he mean by debt paid?
.
The man pressed his lips to my ear and whispered. “You belong to another now.”

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See What’s Coming!

🄲🄾🄼🄸🄽🄶 🅂🄾🄾🄽!

 ✨March 19th✨
𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine

✨🔥 Ellie Masters NEW RELEASE! 🔥 ✨

𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄: 𝓪 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮

#PREORDER #ComingSoon #CaptiveRomance #DarkRomance #HEA#EllieMasters #ElliemastersNewRelease

𝓐 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴, 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓽.

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine

Add to Goodreads: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine_GR

Add to BookBub: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine_BB

✅ Standalone
✅ Dark Romance
✅ Feisty Heroine
✅ Alpha Male
✅ Captive Romance
✅ HEA guaranteed
✅ FREE on KU

Read the blurb and excerpt and tell me what you think!
________________________________________
My father gave me to a stranger in exchange for debts owed.
Abducted. Imprisoned. Enslaved.
This is my existence.
Uncompromising and relentless in getting what he wants, the man who owns me makes my temper flare, my blood boil, and my body come alive. He’s getting under my skin, making me submit to his will, and desire things I should never want.
I’m his prisoner.
I’m his slave.
But, I will be his undoing. 
If he thinks to claim me, he’s in for a fight, becasue I am my father’s daughter, and they will both reap what they’ve sown.
At least, that is the plan. Now, I’m not so sure.

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine
________________________________________
This is a dark romantic thriller which contains scenes some may find disturbing. There is FULL consent (NO non-con: so relax, you can enjoy this!). You’ll get one sexy Alpha Male, a feisty heroine strong enough to put him through his paces, and an amazing dark storyline. Sit back. Relax. And strap in for one hell of a ride!
________________________________________

I bounced with excitement as I neared the thick doors of the palatial monstrosity which had been my prison for the past twenty-one years. Z was out on a business trip. I’d be in and out, then gone, and would never again have to face the darkness in my father’s eyes.
.
As long as Z and I kept our distance, me in boarding school and him with his business, life allowed me to deny the truth. I was the rich socialite daughter of the illustrious Zane Carson, multi-millionaire who collected properties and corporations for sport. I dated who I wanted. As long as I didn’t sleep with married men or had my name splashed in the tabloids, Z and I maintained a peaceful coexistence.
.
But that no longer mattered, because I vowed to be free of his overbearing ways. I had plans to pub crawl from Scotland to Germany in one long summer of debauchery with my girlfriends before hitting the books and beginning my new life. All I had to do was stuff my backpack with a couple pairs of jeans, T-shirts, and one naughty black dress.
.
At twenty-one, I had a B.S. in Computer Science from MIT which set me free. No longer would I be a slave to Z’s money or his insufferable rules.
.
I put my weight behind the heavy, ornate door and pushed. This would be the last time I entered this house. 
.
I stepped across the threshold and lurched to a stop.
.
Z stood in the middle of the sweeping foyer. His coal dark eyes bore down on me beneath thick bushy brows. Heavy shadows gathered in his stormy gaze and a scowl framed his face. Two men stood with him; two large, intimidating men.
.
Years of rejection and emotional manipulation left no love lost between me and Z. In my head, he wasn’t father, or daddy. He was simply Z. I had long since whittled my father’s name down to a single letter. I hated him, only because I craved the love he denied me with the irrational need of a child. In front of others, I maintained a civil facade, however, and called him Papa. I did that now.
.
“Papa? I didn’t think you would be home.” My sandals slapped against Italian marble as I pulled up short.
.
“Raven.” His harsh, clipped tones made my heart lurch. There was no tenderness for me in his greeting.
.
Disapproval tugged at the corners of his mouth and his displeasure radiated in the flare of his nostrils and the pinch of his eyes as he surveyed my state of dress.
.
His women wore their hair in tightly wound buns or French twists. I kept mine loose because it irritated him and it hung down to my waist. But his eyes skipped over my hair, made no mention of my lack of makeup, and moved to my summer tank top and cut off shorts. That’s when his eyes widened, showing white around inky blackness.
.
“Papa…” My throat constricted and I subconsciously wrapped an arm across my chest, covering my unsupported breasts.
.
Z demanded perfection in his female companions. 
Seeing his daughter in cut-off jeans, and a spaghetti tank top without a bra garnered more reaction in three seconds than I’d gotten out of him in twenty-one years.
.
“You’re dressed like a whore.” His teeth ground out a horrible sound as his jaw clenched.
.
My gaze flew to the men. Surprise fluttered in my belly that he would speak so crudely in front of company.
.
“Papa?” The word hung between us as he came at me.
.
His fingers latched around my wrist, biting into the tender flesh. My free hand pulled at him, trying to loosen his grip, but my efforts were useless against the steel band of his fingers. He yanked me toward the men.
.
“As promised.” He thrust me at the largest man. “Debt paid.”
.
An impossibly huge man pulled me from Z’s grip.
.
I turned wild eyes to Z.
.
I looked to the man who had given me life and saw the truth etched in the granite lines of his features. Comfort never came through the cold-hearted man who dominated my life. He never once touched me with love.
.
The set of his jaw confirmed the truth. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but the men lent a certain degree of reality to the situation.
.
The man who took me from Z, wrapped an arm around my waist as I kicked out trying to get free. It was a useless gesture. My efforts to free myself were laughable, but then I wasn’t thinking rationally. My mind reeled with my father’s words. What did he mean by debt paid?
.
The man pressed his lips to my ear and whispered. “You belong to another now.”

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine

Add to Goodreads: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine_GR

Add to BookBub: https://elliemasters.com/Shes_Mine_BB

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Monday Goals

What are your goals for the week?

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Writer Life

It’s a new year! What are you reading?

A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.
— Richard Bach

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The Problem With New Releases

So….this writing thing…it’s hard. It’s a rollercoaster full of ups and downs. When you’re at the top of a really big rise, you feel as if you’re on top of the world, yet you know there’s a big fall coming. You anticipate it…gritting your teeth as you wait for the plunge…Your pulse pounds as you wait for that fall over that edge. It’s everything you never wanted.

And yet….

There’s always an ‘And yet…’

That fall…it’s a harrowing ride, one full of self doubt, recriminations, and evil voices in your head. You’re not good enough. You’re not worthy. There are so many YOU ARE NOT’s going through your head…

Well, to all my fellow authors, I have this to say…that ride? It has nothing to do with you. The words, your incredible words, hold their own, with or without you. It has nothing to do WITH you.

And your readers will ride that roller coaster. Those plunges into the abyss??? They will scream and say that was the best part of the ride.

Where you sat in terror, they rode in white-knuckled bliss!

Trust in yourself, because at the end of the ride, there is no one but you and those who came along for the ride. You’re all wearing the same goofy grin. And here’s the secret….my fellow authors…none of them know the terror in your veins. All they remember is the thrill of the ride!

Embrace the ride! #RidetheRollercoaster

Oh, and since you’re here…check out my new release…

Heart’s Divided in ebook, click HERE.

Want the paperback? Click HERE.

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Heart’s Divided

HEART’s DIVIDED, the highly anticipated continuation of the Angel Fire Rock Romance Series is releasing November 19th! Read Bash’s Tell-All book and fall in love with sunsets. and sunrises and all the moments in-between. Your next book boyfriend is waiting for you!

Heart’s Divided Buy Link: readerlinks.com/l/325760

To celebrate the release of Heart’s Divided, the first book in the Angel Fire Rock Romance, Heart’s Insanity is on SALE for 99 cents during release week (November 19-24)!!

Heart’s Insanity Buy Link: readerlinks.com/l/325696

If you haven’t started reading about the men of Angel Fire, now is the perfect time to start.

Release WEEK

Synopsis

Bash fell hard for his childhood sweetheart. She was the one, his forever, until she broke his heart and taught him the truth about love.

Love fails.

Love lies.

True love doesn’t exist.

Now, he’s the heartbreaker, playing the field and taking what he wants. Girls are lucky if he gives them an hour of his time, and none ever stay the night.

But, when he crosses paths with a fiery, red-headed drummer, Bash isn’t prepared for what comes next. He’s in serious trouble…because Holly is making him rethink everything he knows about love.

(each book in this series can be read as a standalone and is about a different couple and their HEA.)

Recommended Series Reading Order:

  1. Heart’s Insanity (book 1): readerlinks.com/l/325696
  2. Ashes to New (there’s debate as to whether to read this first or after Heart’s Insanity. Ashes to New is not an HEA, but rather a tale of survival.)
  3. Hearts Desire (book 2) readerlinks.com/l/325712
  4. Hearts Collide (book 3) readerlinks.com/l/325760
  5. Hearts Divided (book 4) readerlinks.com/l/325760 

Hearts Insanity 3D  Hearts Desire 3D  Hearts Collide 3D  Hearts Divided 3D

Excerpt

Her spiral curls tumble over her shoulders and spill down the front of her glittery shirt. Shadows conceal her face, but he doesn’t need to see to feel her beauty. That’s when it hits him; what’s different about Holly.

All the girls that came before had been nothing but gorging on junk food. He’s sick of the easy lays, the quick fucks, and the countless nights with nameless chicks. He wants a relationship he can savor, like a unique meal and exceptional desert. The physical fucking and all the rest take the edge off, but never satisfies the yearning inside for more. Not one of the girls he’s ever been with have shown him their soul.

Holly’s shines with a brilliance that can’t be contained. She’s pure, honest, and free with her thoughts. Around her, the physical act of breathing is easier. – Bash

Bio

ELLIE MASTERS is an international, bestselling, multi-genre author, writing the stories she loves to read. These are dark erotic tales, or maybe sweet contemporary romances. How about a romantic suspense to whet your appetite? Ellie writes it all. Dip into her eclectic mind and spend time exploring the sensual realm where your next book boyfriend is waiting for you.

Writing the kind of heart-stopping, pulse-pounding, can’t-stop-reading-romance you love, Ellie fills her stories with sexy, take charge, Alpha men. They have to be, because the heroines Ellie writes about are strong female leads with take charge attitudes.

Born in the South, raised under the Hawaiian sun, Ellie has travelled the globe while in service to her country. The love of her life, her amazing husband, is her number one fan and biggest supporter. And yes! He’s read every word she’s written.

Don’t forget to sign up for her newsletter. Never miss another release, sale, or exclusive. https://elliemasters.com/NewsletterSignup

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