Tuesday, October 4, 2016

One Smoking Hot Fairy Tail - Sabrina London : Future Pop Star. Past Pop Tart.

Sabrina London at your service.

Hi all,

A little more about the star of this show (book) Sabrina London, the fairy in ONE SMOKING HOT FAIRY TAIL. 

Sabrina London is nearly 23 years old at the start of the book. She has pale blonde hair that is long with a slight wave to it. Boy bands have often noted its stunning platinum color in their lyrics. She is tall and athletic, crediting her body to swimming every day.

Sabrina was once a celebrated household name and a party girl. She had it all: fame, fortune and beauty. But she made a mistake-committed a crime, and it cost her everything.

A year ago, she tried to kill herself, but a noisy neighbor inadvertently saved her. Now she is trying to put her life back together...start a new career as a pop singer...and leave the past behind her. But a new threat to her kind has arisen.

Sabrina is a Fairy. And she is being hunted for her wings.

Sabrina is an otherworldly being. In the world of OSHFT there are many creatures living in plain sight--blending in with the population. As I said above, Sabrina is a Fairy. She is part of the Water Kingdom. Fairies come from kingdoms represented by the four elements.

Creatures of light, Fairies live with elemental spirits like water spirits, fire spirits, earth spirits and air spirits. Often employing them as bodyguards and soldiers.

Also in this world there are creatures of darkness: Vampires, Werewolves, and Cursed Undead. Even Wraiths.

But they are not the only things to be feared, as they are hiding too. There are much worse things in this world. Like humans with wealth and power. And on occasion....with powers.

Write Makes Might!

Kevin James Breaux

Monday, September 19, 2016

OSHFT on Sale on 9/22-9/28


The Kindle version of ONE SMOKING HOT FAIRY TAIL will be on sale at Amazon at 12 noon on 9/22 and stay on sale for nearly a week.

It will be $1.99, so grab it while you can.

Kevin James Breaux

Friday, September 16, 2016

Updates and Information about ONE SMOKING HOT FAIRY TAIL

Some updates and answers to FAQs:

There's a book signing planned for late Nov. at Powells. I will advertise that in detail soon. If you live in Oregon you will be able grab a copy for me. :)

One Smoking Hot Fairy Tail is book one in a series. I get asked this a lot. The book has a resolution and then ends with the beginning of the next story. The series is called "Water Kingdom." Book two will be released in early 2017.

Sabrina has her own twitter account. She's waiting to be engaged. :) @Sabrina_London

Some new reviews are in at Goodreads and Amazon.

"A funny, well-written, and detailed read. This book is a very entertaining story, and it is a great addition to any bookshelf. It's an awesome read!" 
---- 5 Stars.

"Oh wow, not your typical fairy story (and I sure like fairy stories and twists on fairies, even more). Add in a mummy (YES!) and a vampire (love) and yeah, humans too, and this is one wild paranormal ride. Strongly recommended for those who want something out of the ordinary in paranormal." 
---- 5 Stars.

I am looking for more fans of the Paranormal and Paranormal Romance genre. The Urban Fantasy genre too. If you are a fan of these, please email me: kevin@kevinbreaux.com

Thanks all!

Write Makes Might!

Kevin James Breaux

Friday, August 26, 2016

Excerpt - Sample Chapter from ONE SMOKING HOT FAIRY TAIL

Please enjoy this excerpt from ONE SMOKING HOT FAIRY TAIL by award-winning author Kevin James Breaux.

The Past is Not Always The Past

Sabrina dreamt about that night all the time. Sometimes tiny details were changed—the kind of car she was driving, the name of the corporation she targeted, the amount of animals she saved—but it always ended the same. After so much excitement, so much thrill and pleasure, she always forgot to pick up Cade’s camera. That stupid fucking camera.
She remembered every detail about it: its brand, its resolution, the lens size, that it was made in Japan. It haunted her so much that she had bought several cameras identical to it since, just to smash them to bits. Her first therapist said that it might help, but except for giving her a brief moment of delight when the tiny circuit boards and chips spilled from the cameras like a slasher-film victim’s guts, it really did nothing to alleviate the pain of the past.
The dream came tonight shortly after she’d collapsed in bed half-naked and fully drunk—at least she was alone and not making another mistake like the one she had made with the new host of American Idol Replay.
Sabrina had wanted to touch herself, but her hand only made it as far as her lower stomach, her long, pink and white fingernails just inside her panties, before she passed out. However there could still be satisfaction to come. The dream was not entirely bad, after all. It may have featured the catalyst to the worst night of her life, but it also contained some of the best sex she’d ever had.
Sabrina dashed across the parking lot, looking between the mesmerizing flicker of a dying street lamp and the building behind her. The emptiness of the parking lot, the stillness of the air—it all seemed surreal, like something out of an old horror film. But she was not afraid of movie monsters—not when she knew real ones existed.
Sabrina was out of breath, both panicked and energized. She coughed harshly for a moment, irritated to have the exhilaration of the moment ruined by her hack. I really need to fucking quit smoking. She took one last glance behind her at the pharmaceutical corporation’s lab. There was no alarm blaring, no flashing security lights; they had succeeded. Those poor lab animals were finally going to be safe.
“Tell me again, Cade, why you made me park so freaking far away?”
“I destroyed the surveillance cameras on the east side of the building where the loading docks are, but that pink car of yours… it’s like a damned billboard advertising America’s sweetheart, Sabrina London, is here,” her boyfriend replied.
It had only been six months since they’d met, but it felt like longer. As much as she hated the term “whirlwind romance,” it applied to the two of them. It had been the best six months of her life. She was in love, but she wasn’t sure if he knew that yet or felt the same. The undead—their emotions could be nearly impossible to read, even for someone as empathic as her.
“Slow down!”
Cade pointed his tiny HD camera at her feet and grimaced. “I wouldn’t have to slow down if your boots didn’t have heels. What are those, five inches tall?”
“Three and a quarter inch, actually, and very sturdy. I mean, they better fucking be for eight hundred bucks.”
“When I told you to wear boots tonight, I meant combat boots or work boots.”
“Jimmy Choo doesn’t make combat boots.”
“Who?” Cade snickered. “Never mind. Keep running, my sweet sunshine. We don’t want to be here when the authorities arrive.”
Sabrina smiled; she loved when he called her that.
“Wait,” Cade said, suddenly serious.
“What? Did we forget something?” Sabrina nearly choked on her fear.
“You wore combat boots with the camouflage bikini in that one magazine protesting the war in the Middle East.” Cade smirked, running his tongue over his teeth. “I remember that photograph very well. It was my favorite to—”
“I remember that one too,” Sabrina interrupted. “Good pay. I kept the bikini but not the boots. I hated those boots—heavy things, made my toes all yucky and sweaty.”
“They gave you the bikini?”
“Well, I normally get to keep what I wear.”
“So you stole it.”
“I didn’t steal it, Cade. That would be wrong.”
“You say that now,” he laughed.
A truck roared nearby as they reached her car, a pink Lamborghini Gallardo with opalescent rims. The sound assured them their accomplice was making his escape, speeding down the main road, away from the building. Both tracked the vehicle until it was well past the two traffic lights and out of sight.
“Good. He’s clear.” Cade nodded. “Let’s make haste.”
Sabrina jumped in and floored it—racing out of the parking lot in the opposite direction of the delivery truck. Not a minute later, Sabrina caught Cade’s eyes on her legs as they worked the pedals. His lustful stare reminded her of the promise she had made: his help with this excursion for a night full of passion—a night that, even in his long life, he would not soon forget. 
“Are you sure he’ll do what we asked? I mean, can he be trusted not to, you know, eat any of the animals?”
Cade lifted his eyes from where they had been glued to her inner thigh and answered, “You know Nicodemus.”
“Sure, I’ve seen him out a few times these past two weeks, but the guy just creeps me the hell out.”
Cade laughed.
“Shut up.” Sabrina smacked his leg. “You know I’ve waited a very long time to do this.”
“I know.”
She paused to catch her breath; the adrenaline that had burned inside her moments ago had begun to wear off, and with its absence came the urge to yawn.
“You and Nico have talked a few times. You should already know he’s honorable,” Cade said.
“Honestly, Cade, the old man can be a little hard to communicate with. I swear, when I talk to him, he just looks straight through me.”
“Well, he still has trouble with English… especially its modern incarnation.”
“Still?” Sabrina replied. “I just don’t want to find out tomorrow that he ate them all.”
“He promised me all the animals would be distributed, safely, among the five pet rescues you provided addresses for. The colonel takes all his jobs seriously. You have nothing to worry about, my love.”
“Regardless, I made sure he ate before the mission.”
She looked at Cade’s smiling face and laughed. “Thanks.”
Sabrina shifted gears and the engine growled in that way that always made her feel more… alive. When the speedometer hit sixty-five, she pretended to look for cars behind them while she checked her makeup in the rearview.
“I still don’t understand why, after all this time, you two are besties. I mean you guys are so… different.”
Cade shook his head. “You and Moselle are different.”
“I know…” Sabrina wanted to have a better comeback. “But he’s like sixty. You guys look like you could be father and son.”
“We are father and son—well, as near as our kind can come. You know Nico is the closest thing I’ll ever have to a—”
“I don’t like when you say that.”
“Sabrina, I told you when we first started dating that our love, no matter how grand, would never create a child.”
“I know. I know.” Sabrina pushed the thought out of her head. “Can you honestly say people have never thought you two were maybe—”
“Sabrina, if it was you who had spent the entire winter with Nicodemus in Stalingrad…” Cade trailed off.
“Are you okay?”
“Stalingrad.” Cade shivered. “It brings back a flood of memories. Gun fire, explosions, screams, death, blood. So much blood.”
“I’m sorry.” Sabrina patted Cade’s knee.
“Don’t be.”
“Let’s talk about something else.”
“The more I think of it, there’s no one I would rather share a foxhole with than Nicodemus.”
“Gross,” Sabrina let slip.
“Mother Russia,” Cade sighed.
“Someday, you’ll have to take me there.”
“Perhaps. I haven’t returned since World War Two.” Cade pondered a moment. “I hear the Cold War ruined much of its history and splendor.”
Sabrina glanced over at Cade. She still had to remind herself he was centuries old, regardless of how young he looked. When a twitch crawled across his handsome, clean-shaven face, and ended in a wince, Sabrina knew something was wrong.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Pull over.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Sabrina, please, pull the vehicle over.”
Sabrina turned down a side street and parked behind an abandoned building. The surrounding area was filled with shadows, but with her high beams on, enough of the place could be seen that she felt safe. As soon as she put the car in park, Cade was out the door so fast a pile of receipts she had stuffed in her cup holder were knocked loose.
He was gone for a moment but reappeared several feet in front of the car. Awash in the bright headlights, he fell to his hands and knees, the look of pain on his face clear in the harsh glare.
“What is it?” Sabrina asked as she stepped out of the car.
“The pull. The pull is too strong.”
“The what? Cade, stop fooling around.” She approached him cautiously.
By the strain on his face and the way the lean muscles in his arms bulged, she would have sworn he was in the midst of a heart attack or a stroke. When he did not answer her pleas, Sabrina shouted, “What the fuck is wrong?”
“Too long. I cannot fight it much longer…”
Sabrina wrapped her hands around his arm and tried to help him up. Cade was heavier than he looked, but she tugged until he was finally standing.
“What the hell do you have in your pockets, Cade? Lead?”
Sabrina reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a handful of bullets. “You weren’t fucking kidding.”
“Gun’s worthless without ammo,” he grunted.
Sabrina didn’t know whether to yell at him or hug him. She had no idea what was going on and he was being his normal, stubborn, uninformative self.
“I’m sorry, my love, all this excitement, and I haven’t eaten all day. I’m just hungry.”
“You scared me. I thought something was seriously wrong, like you were having a stroke or something.” She slapped his shoulder.
“You know how I get if I don’t eat.”
Sabrina frowned, but a sly grin was forming on Cade’s face—one she had come to know meant trouble.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” Sabrina finally relaxed. “Cade, I think I’ve had my fill of excitement tonight.”
“Are you sure? Because I do recall you saying something about going back to your place to—”
She stopped him before he could say it. “Yes, I did. Let’s hurry, okay?.”
“Why wait?”
The moment Cade’s hands wrapped around Sabrina’s waist, she was his. His touch, though cold, sent heat all the way to her core. She could feel the desire rise from her belly to her chest, where it was trapped along with the breath in her lungs. Cade’s eyes drilled into hers as he took possession of her mouth. She shivered, but not from the chill of his lips. To kiss him was to flirt with danger.
Sabrina tilted her head back and moaned into his lips; the sensation of her breath being stolen was as pleasurable as it was painful. The blue-black sky was all she could see, and she fixed her eyes on the brightest star. Don’t focus on the coming pain, she told herself. Don’t focus on the pain.
With a yank, Sabrina’s hoodie and shirt came off. She hoped he hadn’t torn the hoodie; it was one of her favorites—given to her by the owner and head designer of Rebel Spirit Clothing.
“Cade…” her voice softly faded away.
He gently slid his hands up her back but then yanked again, ripping her bra off as well, leaving her hardened nipples open to the cool night air.
Sabrina’s body tensed up as Cade’s cold tongue worked the tight buds. She anticipated the first bite, knowing it would hurt. She tried to think of anything else, to concentrate on his flicking tongue, but was still jolted with irrepressible fear when his long fangs brushed her flesh. The first bite was always the hardest. Cade did his best to control his nature, but his hunger for her love was often outweighed by his hunger for blood. Sabrina gazed down at her breasts in his hands as he massaged them, running his tongue up her quivering chest to the base of her neck.
“Fuck, Cade!” Sabrina yelped as he penetrated her breast where it met her armpit—one of his favorite spots.
Sabrina blinked her tearing eyes and whispered, “Someone might see us.”
Cade smiled and revealed the tiny video camera clutched in his hand. When he pointed it at them both, he chuckled. “Smile, my love.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Cade,” Sabrina grumbled on.
“Not at all.”
She swatted the camera out of his hand, the small electronic thing, no larger than a credit card, landing on the ground beside them.
Sabrina thought to grab it and turn it off, but in the blink of an eye, Cade had spun her around and bent her over, her hands the only things at rest on the hood of the car.
Running his fingertips down her bare back, he leaned in and whispered, “I want you to release—”
“Not here,” Sabrina replied over her shoulder, her long blonde hair shielding her embarrassment.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want anyone to see me—us.”
Sabrina heard his frustrated sigh; it was deafening to her. She did not want to disappoint him, not after all he had done for her tonight, so she peeled her tight leather pants off slow and steady.
“What are you waiting for?" Sabrina asked huskily. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
Sabrina jumped when she felt something cold slide up her inner thigh, to the softness of her folds, and then scrape up her back, to her right hip. When her panties began to move, she realized exactly what she was feeling.
“Don’t cut them," she said sternly.
It was too late; a simple flick of Cade’s hand severed the elastic band. Now completely naked, Sabrina spun around to face him and poked him in the chest.
“I don’t think you realize how many pairs of my panties you ruin, Cade.”
“Maybe I do.”
“You know what I mean!”
“Should I buy you some new bloomers, sweetie?”
Sabrina wanted to say something witty back, but all of a sudden his icy hand was cupping her, caressing the very area the small article of clothing had just been covering. Cade began to spread her open, soothing the ache that had been building between her legs since the night started.
“Do you remember our first time?”
His fingers, although chilly, were welcome inside her and she guided them in deeper. Cade moved, slowly at first, gliding gracefully in and out, making her quiver.
“What do you remember most?”
As one hand fondled the warm, soft space between her legs, the other cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze while lifting it to his mouth.
“I remember how much it hurt, how the pain suddenly shifted to pleasure.”
A long kiss stole away time. She only felt Cade; the rest was nothingness. Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open when she felt his hard length brush against her wetness. Their eyes locked as he entered her. Sabrina smiled. With each push inside her, he brought her closer to the edge, blocking out thoughts of anything but their physical connection.
“What else?”
“What else do I remember?” she asked.
He did not answer. By the look on his face, he was in ecstasy. Sabrina took great pride in knowing how good she could make him feel. The notion amazed her. It had such beautiful meaning—she was everything her man needed: body, soul, and…
“I remember the blood.”
With that, Cade bit her again, sinking his teeth into her shoulder as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.
She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “Never let me go.”
Waking up in her bedroom after the dream again, Sabrina screamed. The camera, the fucking camera. Grunting in anger, she reached down the front of her underwear. Tonight, the dream was unsatisfying in every way. Tonight, Sabrina needed to take control.

 Kevin James Breaux

Thursday, August 18, 2016

More reviews for Kevin James Breaux's ONE SMOKING HOT FIARY TAIL


More 5 star reviews are popping up. You can find a new one at Amazon.

"Oh wow, not your typical fairy story (and I sure like fairy stories and twists on fairies, even more). Add in a mummy (YES!) and a vampire (love) and yeah, humans too, and this is one wild paranormal ride. Strongly recommended for those who want something out of the ordinary in paranormal."-- Amazon Customer 8/16

I am expecting to see a few more reviews show up soon. One from someone who read it and is dying to read the sequel. 

The sequel will be released in early 2017. 

Grab a discounted copy of ONE SMOKING HOT FAIRY TAIL now. 


Write Makes Might!

Kevin James Breaux