Friday, July 18, 2014

Rebel by Cheryl Brooks (ADULT title) Guest post--about her beautiful garden and other things, spotlight, excerpt and GIVEAWAY)


I have the very great pleasure to host Cheryl Brooks today...she is visiting to remind us that her yummy paranormal series, 'Cat Star Chronicles' has a tenth book out, called Rebel (an ADULT title)
Don't forget that she also has a delicious contemporary erotic romance series as well.'s Cheryl...

Hello! My name is Cheryl Brooks, and out of all the guest blogs I’ve been writing for the release of Rebel, the tenth book in my Cat Star Chronicles series, I saved this one until last. 

Why? Because I was told I could write about my garden instead of my book, and I was waiting for my lilies to bloom. Trust me, there have already been plenty of posts about the book, along with my favorite color, where I’m from, and what my writing process is like. 
But nowhere else will you see what you’ll see here.

In the summer when I’m not writing, I’m doing yard work. The mowing alone takes about three hours a week, and keeping the weeds under control is practically a full-time job. One particularly noxious weed, galinsoga is supposedly edible, although I can’t vouch for it being much of a taste sensation. They say one plant can produce up to 7500 seeds, and I’m here to tell you that is absolutely true. Every time it rains, about a billion more of the little buggers sprout. I’m surprised I don’t dream about them!

For several years, my squash and cucumber plants have been infested with vine borers that killed the plants as soon as I picked the first of the veggies. Last year, I didn’t plant any squash or cucumbers at all, hoping the bugs would go elsewhere. My garden was about one tenth of its usual size last summer, which given the drought conditions here in Indiana, was about all I could keep alive.

This year is different—the milder temperatures and above average rainfall have made my plants grow like crazy, and I finally have a garden that’s worth a few pictures!

I planted this wild Monarda (Bee Balm) next to the deck three years ago, but this is the first time I’ve seen it bloom.

Unfortunately, the deer and rabbits are also flourishing, with the result that most of my lilies are gone and very few of my roses have bloomed because the deer keep eating them. But the deer don’t seem to care for these tree lilies.

Along with the garden, there are a few other things that keep me busy. Meet Jadzia, 

And Kes.

I don’t ride anymore, but these two ladies still keep me trekking to the barn twice a day year-round to keep them groomed and fed and their barn clean. The ticks have been especially horrible this year. The horses usually get a few in their manes and tails, but this year, they’re all over. I’ve been spraying the mares with insect repellent at least once a day, which is finally starting to bring the ticks under control. 

For some reason, though, Kitty Cat seems to be immune to ticks, fleas, and other nasty infestations, despite living in the same barn. And no, she didn’t lose her tail, she was born that way, as were several other stray cats in the area, including two that live in my house.

At the time I took these pictures in late June, the purple coneflower was blooming, but the black-eyed Susans were just gearing up for their midsummer show.

Last year, I lost a huge tulip poplar that was the centerpiece of my back yard to disease, drought, and a late frost. This year, I planted flower seeds all around the stump. You can barely see the stump now, and by the time this blog is posted, the coreopsis, zinnias, and marigolds should be in full bloom.

Which brings me to another member of the family, Peaches.

Only she gets to sit down and enjoy the garden. Me, I’m always seeing another weed to pull or branches that need trimming!

I hope you’ve enjoyed the tour of my garden. I’ll leave you now with a few things about the new book. If you get the chance to read it, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it!

The Cat Star Chronicles: REBEL
He's Had a Galaxy of Women
A refugee of the annihilated planet Zetith, Onca has no family and no surname—only the fortune accrued by selling his prime services in a high-class brothel. When he comes to the rescue of a homeless Zetithian woman, passion flares, but he dares not touch someone who seems so young and innocent...
But None Has Touched His Heart
Kimcasha has lived by her wits on the streets since the age of ten. When her friends start to go missing, Kim uses herself as bait to find them, but her plans goes awry when Onca intervenes. As they are led into a dangerous underworld, Onca offers to join her crusade to liberate her friends, and Kim cannot refuse...
Other women paid for him,

Only she gets to keep him.

The city of Damenk never slept, but parts of it did get a little drowsy now and then. Onca strolled down a dimly lit street in just such a neighborhood, enjoying the peaceful stillness. Talwat was a residential district. No pheromones or subliminal advertising fogged the atmosphere here, and it was quiet after dark, especially in the hours just before dawn.

Although he’d taken this same route hundreds of times, this day was unique. His most recent client had seemed honored that she was his last before taking a much-needed rest. She had smiled, tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, and told him to call on her if he ever needed help. Allowing her to feel special had cost him nothing, but really, it didn’t mean a damn thing—even her name escaped him now. That session simply marked the end of a long stretch before the time when there were no appointments, no ladies waiting for the use of his body, and certainly no need to sleep at the Palace. He was going home.

There were plenty of men who would have loved his job and would never have considered taking a vacation. Onca didn’t see it that way. No matter how pleasurable or lucrative it might be, it was still a job. He recalled hearing someone say that any occupation, no matter how much fun it was as a hobby, took on all the trappings and burdens of a job the moment money became involved.

That someone was right. Since his partners Jerden and Tarq had left the business, Onca had been trying to keep up with the demand, but he was finally forced to admit that even he couldn’t maintain the pace forever. He had fucked six—no, eight—women that day. Although none had complained that he’d rushed them, he knew he had. Still, he doubted they would have blamed him for hurrying had they understood the circumstances. Onca’s days began at ten and went until four the following morning, and he’d gone from doing one client every three hours to one every two—an hour with the lady followed by an hour to relax, plus an hour each for lunch and dinner.

It’s a wonder my dick still works.

He didn’t even have that excuse. One whiff of an aroused woman’s scent, and he was ready to go again—all set to dive cock-first into a hot, wet pussy. He could think about it now, but without the scent, his cock remained flaccid. He’d even gotten to where he could stifle an erection if he smelled feminine desire in public, which was a useful skill for a Zetithian man to possess. Particularly one who worked in an area where the street pheromones had every passing woman panting with need.

He planned to put that skill to good use over the next few weeks. From now on, he was simply another inhabitant of a large city—anonymous and invisible. He had even donned clothing prior to leaving the Palace, something he’d rarely bothered to do before. For that matter, he didn’t always go home. Roncas had long since given up trying to wake him after the last appointment, merely allowing him to sleep right where his client had left him. She would wake him in plenty of time to have breakfast and a shower before his first session of the day.

Poor Roncas. The tiny Zuteran woman would be left to deal with the calls from new customers, even though Onca had told her to stop making appointments two years ago, following his return from Jerden’s wedding on Terra Minor. Instead of posting an announcement, she had opted to stay on for a week or two before taking her own sabbatical—no doubt deriving some sort of fiendish delight in telling desperate women that the resident Zetithian stud had taken an indefinite leave of absence.

She certainly didn’t need the extra pay. Onca knew precisely how many credits she had stashed away, and her hefty parting bonus would allow her to live in style for the rest of her days. He could have lived like a prince himself, had he chosen to do so. However, he preferred a simpler lifestyle. Granted, he owned a house on Rhylos, which was pricey enough, but it was a modest dwelling in a neighborhood noted more for its peace and quiet than its ostentatious display of wealth.

Until the next moment, when the blessed silence was broken by running footsteps. The smack of two bodies colliding followed, accompanied by a masculine grunt and a decidedly feminine gasp.

“Let go of me, you creep!”

The man’s chuckle raised the hair at Onca’s nape. “Not likely, girly. You’re mine now.”

Onca sighed. A knight errant, he was not, although he was carrying a pulse pistol—something Jack had insisted upon if he persisted in pursuing what she considered to be a dangerous occupation for one of the galaxy’s few remaining Zetithians.

“You’ll end up dead,” Jack had warned. “Rutger Grekkor isn’t the only jealous man in the universe. You just watch yourself, bucko—especially when you’re out on the street. And in restaurants, make damned sure you’re sitting in the gunfighter’s seat.”

She’d had to explain what she meant by that, of course. Jack had made a study of old Earth’s culture, with the result that her conversation was peppered with figures of speech that no one else understood, and she took smug satisfaction in insulting miscreants with thousand-year-old expletives.

Unlike the words now issuing from the captive lady’s mouth. They were all explicit, succinct, contemporary terms—some of them having their origins on worlds far removed from Rhylos.

A highly diverse vocabulary for a lady.

Rounding the corner, he spotted the couple. A hulking Herpatronian with enough leather strapped to his simian body to satisfy the most perverse fetish held a struggling woman against the wall of a nearby dwelling.

At least, Onca assumed she was a woman. At the moment, all he could see of her was a mass of dark brown curls peeking out from beneath her captor’s arm. Then it struck him that if her size was any indication, this was a young girl rather than an adult. Suddenly, the fact that he was armed was immaterial. A child must be defended, if only with bare hands and fangs.

However, since he was armed, he drew his pistol, set it for a light stun, and fired a shot, pinging the man in the ass. With a howl, the beast abandoned his victim and took off running.

If Onca had expected the girl to fall at his feet in gratitude, he would have been sorely disappointed by her reaction, which was more akin to the ire of a hissing, spitting cat.

“You idiot!” she screeched. “What the hell did you do that for?”

Onca stared at her, not quite believing his pointed ears. “Let me get this straight. You wanted that big ape to rape you?”

Her scowl was enough to scare off more than a Herpatronian; therefore, he concluded that she must not have been trying to escape. A quick once-over revealed a small, thin girl clad in skimpy strips of ragged green satin—attire that might have been alluring on a more voluptuous form, yet only made her look like an underage streetwalker fallen on desperate times.

“No, I did not want that big ape to rape me,” she mocked. “I’m trying to find my friends.”

“Peculiar method,” he commented. “Unless, of course, he knows something you don’t.”

Her face seemed to crumble slightly. “I don’t know whether he does or not. I’m trying to find out what happened to them. Three of them just…disappeared.”

“Why didn’t you go to the police? I’m sure their methods would be more effective—and less dangerous.”

Bowing her head, she muttered something he couldn’t catch.

“What was that?”

Her head snapped up, and she glared at him. “I said they’d probably lock me up if I said anything.”

“You mean the police are in on this?”

“No, I mean…” With a wince, she sniffed in a breath, crossing her arms over her nonexistent bosom. “I’m the sort of person they don’t like running around loose.”

“Ah, I see.” A homeless waif—and probably an orphan—which was one of the few things Rhylos prided itself on not having in abundance. “I agree. You shouldn’t be running around loose. It’s much too dangerous, as you can see. There are schools and orphanages for kids like you.”

“I’m not a kid.” She practically spat the words at him. “I’m twenty-two years old and I’ve been on my own since I was ten. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

At least she had said thank you. Sort of. “Did you ever consider that the authorities might have picked up your friends? If they were living on the street and someone reported them…”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’ve seen that happen before. It’s very official and well publicized. The cops like to advertise when they do something good—at least, something they think is good. This was different.” Her arms were still crossed over her chest, and she hugged herself, shuddering. “All three of them disappeared during the night without a trace.” She nodded in the direction her assailant had taken. “He was the first lead I had.”

Onca refused to apologize. “Don’t worry. I can report this little skirmish to the police myself. After all, I was a witness.”

Squaring her shoulders, she glared up at him, sweeping her curls behind her ears in an angry, infuriated gesture as she stomped her foot. “You will not.”

Onca’s jaw dropped. “Mother of the gods,” he whispered. “You’re Zetithian.”
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Author Bio

A native of Louisville, Kentucky, Cheryl Brooks is a former critical care nurse who resides in rural Indiana with her husband, two sons, two horses, four cats, and one dog. Her Cat Star Chronicles series was first published by Sourcebooks Casablanca in 2008, and includes Slave, Warrior, Rogue, Outcast, Fugitive, Hero, Virgin, Stud, Wildcat, and the current release, Rebel. Self-published works include Sex, Love, and a Purple Bikini, Midnight in Reno, and the Unlikely Lovers series: Unbridled, Uninhibited, Undeniable, and Unrivaled. She has also published If You Could Read My Mind writing as Samantha R. Michaels. As a member of The Sextet, she has written eight erotic novellas published by Siren/Bookstrand. Her other interests include cooking, gardening, singing, and guitar playing. Cheryl is a member of RWA and IRWA. You can visit her online at her website or email her.


Click below for the link to the collection of books in this series on Amazon:
Cheryl Brooks' Cat Star Chronicles



Cheryl is also very generously providing a giveaway of a book (please specify e-book or print) to one lucky person who leaves a valid e-mail address and a comment about whether or not they have a green thumb and what is grown in the garden?  Contest winner will be chosen using after July 21, 2014.


  1. I loved the pictures. Can't say I have a green thumb. I am too allergic to plants. Bummer
    debby236 at gmail dot com

    1. Sorry to hear that, Debby! I'm more allergic to stuff than I used to be. There's something growing around here that chokes me half to death whenever I mow it. Wish I knew what it was.

    2. Glad you enjoyed them, Debby. I suspect that most of us won't be able to produce the results that Cheryl has had with her beautiful garden. Sorry to hear about the allergies, that definitely complicates matters. Thank you for visiting!

  2. I do not have a green thumb, not at all. My brother on the other hand plants a garden each year and can grow anything. He's even growing artichokes this year. I won a pack of corn seeds from a contest and sent them to him to grow and he's been taking video of them coming up. I had a cactus...and it died. I'm not gonna try to plant a garden when I can't even keep a cactus alive. lol I loved your pictures and the story about the deer and other animals coming by to eat your flowers to me is cute. I would love to see animals in my yard, I would be snapping all kinds of pictures.

    If I win I would love a print book.

    1. I've taken pictures of my deer too, Mary. At one time, I counted thirteen of them, but nowadays I'm more likely to chase them off than take pictures. Don't feel too bad about killing a cactus. Been there, done that!

    2. Mary...there's that too much water vs. not enough water thing, lol. You are in the desert, I am sure you have plenty of cacti around but you can always do what my MIL does and 'plant' silk flowers! Thanks for visiting.

  3. Great interview. Loved seeing pictures of your garden. For dinner last night we had the first acorn squash from my garden, so yummy.

    1. Sounds delicious. I forgot to plant any acorn squash this time. Maybe next year I'll remember!

    2. I have never eaten (as far as I know) acorn squash but it sounds wonderful, Jennifer. Thanks for visiting!

  4. hi I don't have a very green thumb I planted my zucchini and tomatoes next to each other not a very good idea I'm overrun with zucchini plants nothing I mind cause I love zucchini but everybody else in the house want some tomatoes lol print please so I can add it to my signed ones lol

    1. I made the mistake of putting my row of tomatoes between the zucchini and the pole beans. They seem okay, but I'm not sure they're getting as much sun as they would like! I'm ready for some BLTs!

    2. I haven't tried zucchini yet, cory, I am trying to keep my tomato plants alive and losing the battle...might have something to do with the triple digit temps, lol. Thanks for visiting!

  5. I have a green thumb. When I was able to have a garden I had corn. green beans, peas, radishes, beets , zucchini, pumpkins, potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, just to name a few. I also has a flower garden with roses ( was working on getting the blue girl ones when I had to move) morning glories and tulips with others. yes country gal my Grandma and Aunt taught me well I miss it to be honest. Would love to have a signed printed copy to go in my book case of signed books! Thank you for the chance

    1. I had a Blue Girl rose when I lived in Louisville. Haven't tried planting one since I moved to Indiana, though. My favorite is the McCartney rose. It's usually taller than I am by now, but the deer seem especially fond of it. :( They like my morning glories, too. Good luck!

    2. Wow, that must have kept you busy! I am only trying to grow two veggies...and between the bugs and keeping them watered...I can't keep up, lol. Thank you for visiting.

  6. I don't have a green thumb. I always forgot to water the plants, so I gave up.

    1. I was about to give up after two years of triple digit heat and drought, Sue. This is the best summer we've had in a long time.

    2. Yes, I understand that entirely, Sue. Most of my (surviving) houseplants have to droop to get attention, lol. Thank you for visiting!

  7. LOL... absolutely not a green thumb! My parents are so I go over and enjoy their garden :) Thanks for sharing!

    1. That way you get to enjoy it without having to do the work! Thanks for visiting, erin.

    2. Good plan, Erin! I share with anyone who will take the extras!

  8. I like to plant flowers and one year I had a beautiful pumpkin. Love the book cover---Rae

    1. All of the books in this series have wonderful covers, Rae. Thanks for visiting!

    2. Thanks, Rae! I LOVE my covers too!
      I've never actually planted pumpkins, but I have had a few volunteers. They never seem to get as big as the parent pumpkin, though. Maybe that's a good thing...

  9. What great pictures! I like to garden but my enthusiasm dims as summer goes on and you have to work on it every day.
    mce1011 AT aol DOT com

    1. I hear you, Maureen! I'm about to go to San Antonio for RWA Nationals, and I have a feeling things will have gone wild by the time I get back.

    2. Yes, Maureen. That gets frustrating, especially when you get outside and discover that the birds have beaten you to some of the fruits of your labor. Then there was the visiting bunny... Thank you for coming by!

  10. I wish I did have a green thumb. I used to rely on my father for the health of my garden.

    Print would be fabulous thank you.


    1. My father was a better gardener than I'll ever be. That man could grow some SERIOUS tomatoes! Good luck in the contest!

    2. Mary, I am impressed that you father was in the garden. My dad rarely noticed what was growing outside, lol. Thank you for visiting!

  11. I do not have a green thumb at all. I think all the plants in our house scream if Mom can not take care of them. They don't want me anywhere near them. If you want to kill a plant let me take care of it for a month, it will be in dire need of my Mom and her green thumb or ready to be tossed because I was the death of it. I enjoy the plants my Mom grows though. Just don't let me touch them. I may kill them.....

    1. *chuckling* At least you know your limits.

    2. Lol. Good thing your mom is around to help you out, Crystal! Thanks for taking the time to visit.

  12. somewhat; flowers

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

    1. You are always so succinct, bn. I guess that means that you have a green thumb, hmm? I love some flowers...some probably exacerbate my allergies, lol. Thank you for visiting!