Lexi.dehalo@gmail.com
Lexi DeHalo
lived in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina until she left for
college to study Chemistry and Forensic Science. After graduation, Lexi decided
to pursue her love of the arts by writing erotic romance. When she’s not too
busy in the lab, you can find her working on her latest inspiration or playing
with her fur-babies.
Last Kiss Goodbye
The Southlands
Haunting
memories and shattered dreams of a life he left behind lead Karson Maddox back
to Southlands, Montana and the one man he can’t forget, Marcus Deveraux. But
Karson is a changed man, scarred by the chains of his past that are unwilling
to let him go, and he doesn’t know if he can be the man Marcus once loved or if
he will be forever bound to the horrors that plague him.
With his
lover’s disappearance, Marcus repressed his pain and heartache by devoting his
time to his family’s ranch. When Karson shows up on his doorstep five years
later, battered and bruised, Marcus is torn between protecting the one man who
stole his heart and the fear of betrayal.
As desire
and passion reignite, the secrets surrounding Karson’s past threaten to tear
them apart once again, and Marcus will learn just how far he’s willing to go to
keep Karson safe from the demons that threaten both of their lives.
Excerpt
The
Southlands End. The orange, neon words hung high above the doorway, glowing
brightly in the nighttime sky. The loud music playing inside could be heard
clearly from the crowded parking lot. This place was meant to serve as a safe
haven for the shifter kind who resided in Southlands, Montana, but to Karson
Maddox, it only served as a reminder of the life that had been stolen from him.
He took a
deep breath and inhaled the smell of the familiar rugged landscape. Montana had
been the place he’d called home for many years, until that fateful night had
changed his life forever. After five years, Karson had finally made it back
home, but now, he was uncertain of what awaited him on the other side of those
metal doors, and frankly, he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was
finding Marcus.
Reaching
out with a shaky hand, he opened the door and stepped inside. He was instantly
greeted by the bouncers, set in place to keep wandering mundanes—a shifter term
for the majority of the human population—out.
“Passcode,”
the large one on the left requested in a less than pleasant manner. His voice
was deep and his intimidating stare was enough to stop any sensible person from
advancing.
Karson ran
a nervous hand through his shaggy hair. “I don’t know it, but—”
Before he
could even get the rest of his sentence out, the other bouncer, who had yet to
speak, grabbed ahold of his arm and pushed him back outside.
“Hey, wait
a minute. Lemme go!” Karson struggled against the painful grip. “I’m here to
see Marcus.”
His words
did nothing to stop the two shifters from removing him from the building. They
tossed him to the ground like a ragdoll, and the sting from the gravel scraping
against his exposed flesh burned like a son of a bitch.
He glared
up at the two men, his temper flaring from their harsh handlings as his mind
was taken back to the past five years of abuse he’d endured in one moment. He
could feel the animal inside him rise to the surface, itching for a release
that couldn’t be sated. His inability to shift only fueled his desire to defend
himself as he lunged at the taller man His fist collided with the bouncer’s
jaw, but despite the pain that radiated up his arm, his target appeared to be
unfazed by the blow.
“Fuck,” he
cursed as he shook his hand in an attempt to free it from the ache that
emanated from his knuckles.
“Is there a
problem here?”
His heart
caught at the sound of the slight southern drawl. He knew the man who had
spoken those words even before he turned around and his rage was instantly
calmed by the familiar voice. A wave of nervousness washed over him as his
hands began to tremble.
Turning slowly, he met Marcus’s eyes for the first time
in five years and the world around him seemed to fade away.
Marcus
Deveraux stood in front of him, dressed in a pair of dark-wash Wranglers and
his favorite pair of cowboy boots. His white shirt was left partially
unbuttoned, no doubt to showcase his well-muscled chest. Strands of his blond
hair fell in front of his ice blue eyes as he stared down at Karson. The soft
features of his face had hardened with the years, but everything else was just
as he remembered.
Karson’s
mouth went dry. He tried to find the words he’d rehearsed earlier in the day,
but nothing came to him. Instead, all he could do was stand there like a deer
caught in headlights.
“Karson?”
Marcus whispered as recognition finally kicked in. A look of shock and
confusion fell upon his face as the pain and agony of the past few years
shimmered inside the depths of Marcus’s piercing eyes.
The desire
to reach out to him was overwhelming. It was an impulse that had surprised
Karson given that he’d changed so much in the past few years. Something shifted
inside him, awakening a mixture of emotions he hadn’t felt since the day he was
taken from Marcus. Tears pooled in his eyes and he tried desperately to hold
them back. He wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not now.
“Sir, you
know this man?” the large shifter Karson had punched questioned Marcus.
Marcus gave
a slow nod, his eyes never leaving Karson. “Yes… he’s my mate.”
Behind the Scenes
What are
your current projects?
My current
projects include starting a new pen name for a M/F BDSM piece I’ve been working
on entitled, Beautifully Broken [A Limitless Novel] and supernatural suspense
novel that has yet to be titled.
How do you
think you’ve evolved creatively?
Hmm. An
interesting question. I think I have come a long way since my first book was
released a year ago. I have found my own voice, so to speak, and I’ve quite
enjoyed experimenting with different genres. I’m excited about my upcoming
works in progress J
What was
the hardest thing about writing your latest book?
The edits.
I switched editors with my latest book and while I was extremely happy with the
feedback I got, I also spent many hours working on their suggestions. It really
pushed me as a writer and helped shape the book to be what it is today.
Do you
think that the cover plays an important part in the buying process?
Yes, I do.
The cover is the first impression that a buyer sees and it needs to reflect the
quality of writing, the reader can expect. A cover doesn’t need to be flashy or
over the top, but it does need to be professional.
What would
you say are the main advantages and disadvantages of self-publishing against
being published or the other way around?
Being
published is great route for a writer so long as it is a reputable publisher
that does their share of the work. Realistically, I don’t want to do business
with a publisher if their editing, cover art, and promotions are not worth
50-60% of my royalties. If I’m doing most of the work and even having to
correct their edits, then I don’t feel like the publisher is holding up their
end of the contract. In that case, self-publishing would be an ideal situation,
especially with today’s technology. Hiring you own editor and cover artist can
be an up front, out of pocket cost, though and if an author doesn’t earn back
enough from their self-published title to cover those costs, it will be a
direct loss that they have to take. For new authors, I feel that being
published is a great introduction into the industry. It gives the author a feel
for the expectations of the industry and is a good place to start. For more
experienced authors who feel like they aren’t getting what they need from their
publisher, they may want to try their hand at self-publishing.
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