Class Junkie by Trinity Blacio

Hello, my name is Trinity Blacio and I’m an erotic, paranormal, science fiction author. But, I’ve finally realized my mother is right, I’m a class junkie. I love to take classes, college could be my profession. How did I realize this you ask?

I haven’t taken a class in over ten years. I have a BA in Psychology, but I’m about 8 classes away from my Masters in Education. I stopped taking class for one, I couldn’t afford it anymore and student loans were soaring. Two, why would I get my Masters when now a days places won’t hire people with a Master’s degree or higher, because they have to put them into a higher paying bracket. Hence, means they’d have to pay out more money when they can hire someone with less qualifications for lower pay.

But, I’m getting side tracked here. How did I find out? I’m taking an online class through Romance Writers of America this month and I love it… I’m even looking for more classes to take online since this class ends in a couple of weeks. L

Yep, I look forward to opening the new lesson, which I have one waiting for me to do while I write this blog, yippee.  So, yea I’m a class junkie, but hey it’s a good kind of junkie, if that is possible.

At my age, I’m looking at classes to enhance me personally, for what I like to do. So any classes that pertain to writing or other subjects that interest me, I will take if I can afford it. What about you? Is there anything that you love to do that could consider your junkie fix?

Let me tell you why the 28^th is a great day for me. I have two releases coming out that day, and they are both Halloween.

First one, is my Self-pub, and it’s called, Boo On Romance. 

Blurb:

Garth O’Conner is a man who has been stung one too many times. He knows he needs his True Blood, but for right now, all he wants is someone to warm his bed. After all, the credit card queen, his ex, is still in the background, and he’ll be damn if he pays for two women at once. Now all he has to do is convince his matchmaker sister to leave him alone, that Halloween isn’t time to set him up with anyone.

Paige Mender had been alone since she was sixteen when her parents were murdered. Her kind, the chameleon of all shifters, makes it nearly impossible to live a normal life. After years of practice, Paige keeps her presence hidden, but now the one man, she considers a brother is trying to convince her it’s safe. It’s time for her to meet someone special, but can Paige trust a man enough to get close to him? Was Halloween really for the dead?

Second, is with my favorite publisher, Riverdale Ave Books and it’s titled, Her Stepbrother’s Are Blood Suckers. It’s also Book 3 in the Virgin Witch and The Vampire King series.

Blurb:

Elisa Martin was overweight, geeky and to top it all off, she was in secretly madly in love with her stepbrothers ­– wasn’t she the picture of a winner?

After her mother married and was turned into a creature of the night that she’d always fantasied about, Elisa packed her bags and moved to Cleveland, Ohio needing to find out all she could about their race. What she wasn’t expecting was that her stepbrothers would follow a year later. They now claimed that she, and her boss, where their mates, and that wasn’t all. The leader of this new family unit that was forming around her was none other than Lancelot, the one and only knight from long ago.

But that’s not all. There’s a surprise Halloween wedding, that turns out to be her’s and the guest list includes the king’s family. And, with all things royal, there’s the threat of violence all around them as Elisa is not too sure she has what it takes to be their woman.

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The Countdown Is On!

It's funny how time flies. It feels like just yesterday I was sitting at a coffee shop with Rebecca Royce and she said, "Black Hills Wolves could use a truck driver."

I replied, "I could write a truck driver."

"And a farmer," she added. "We need a farmer."

And that's how Long Road Home was born! It seems like I just blinked and now the book is releasing a week from today!! I can't even believe it. I'm so excited to see this story come to life.

Blurb:

Thom is suspicious, flirty, and—worst of all—human. He believes the whole town of Los Lobos is one large cult. And if that isn’t bad enough, somebody seems determined to kill him. The man might as well have a huge, Do Not Touch sign painted on his back. 

None of that stops Hank from wanting the farmer the moment they meet.

Just because he wants something, however, doesn’t mean he’s going to get it. He learned that lesson early on in life. Thanks to his sexual orientation, he’ll never find the one thing every Wolf craves: a pack. Best for him to do his job and get back on the road. 



But time spent with a human can do funny things to a Wolf. Especially a human as addictive as Thom. 

Excerpt:  

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud bang echoing through the air. He recognized the sound of a gun being fired a split second after Hank’s large, muscular, not to mention warm, body crashed into his and threw him to the ground. For a second he worried Hank had been hit. He dismissed the idea when the man rolled off him and then jumped up to a crouch. His movements were so quick and fluid. He couldn’t have been injured.

“Are you okay?” Hank ran his palms over Thom’s body patting his arms and legs at random intervals. 
“Were you hit?”

He jumped as Hank patted his thigh. Dear God. The man was about to find out more about Thom’s condition then he probably ever wanted to. “Nope. Not hit.” He rolled over as a second shot rang through the eerie silence. This time he noticed the shot had come from the yard. “I think the target is outside.” The statement was followed by four more shots. When the trucker went to run for the door, he grabbed the man’s arm. “What the hell are you doing?”

Hank brushed him off. “I’m going to go see who’s shooting and at what.”

The statement had been so matter of fact, he didn’t process it until the other man took another step toward the barn door. “Wait. You can’t go out there. Whoever is shooting will start shooting at you.”

“I’ll be fine.”


He grabbed Hank again. “Really? Are you bulletproof? I didn’t think so.”


“What do you suggest? We can’t stay in the barn all day. We’ll be pinned if they storm it.”

After a few more seconds passed by with no more gunfire, the barn returned to the tense quiet as the animals settled down. “I don’t think so. I think they’ve gotten whatever they came for.” Before Hank could go commando on him again, Thom pulled out his cell phone.

“Who are you calling?” 

“The police.” 

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You can pre-order Long Road Home and it'll be waiting on your Kindle October 30th! Just go to the Amazon page and click the pre-order button.

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New #dragon #shifter up for pre-order

An brand new, stand alone dragon shifter manage is headed your way! Dragon's Web is part of a multi-author, shared world called Woodland Creek. There are 30 stand alone stories set in a fictitious town called Woodland Creek, and they all release on November 15th!

A little more on Dragon's Web by Lia Davis

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Woodland Creek Series.
30 Authors. 30 Shifter Stories.
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Established author and black dragon shifter, Cayden Rienhardt, has watched over the beautiful and very human, Nyna Carter, most of her life. But he never entertained the idea of more until recently. When an ex-lover from Nyna’s past comes back to Woodland Creek and makes it clear she plans to spend her life with Nyna, Cayden’s dragon forces him to break his silence and make a move to cast his magical web. But he could get more than he ever bargained for in the process. 

Eighteen months ago, lone cat shifter Kara Mitchell inadvertently witnessed the murder of her best friend’s parents. When she fled the scene to contact the police, she was captured and held prisoner, forcing her to leave Nyna and her life behind with no explanation. Now that she’s escaped her captors, she returns to Woodland Creek to help Nyna find closure and stop the murderer, but things aren’t as she remembered. Not only is there a rift between her and Nyna, there’s a very sexy dragon shifter complicating matters.

Stuck in a web of lies, scandal, and a tantalizing love triangle, Nyna isn’t sure whom to trust. Her heart wants both Kara and Cayden, but they each have secrets. When Kara reveals that someone close to Nyna is responsible for her parents’ murders, her love life becomes secondary to the investigation. She is determined to find out the truth. Even if it means that her life will change forever.

Upcoming Release: Twisted

Shasta Monohan knows all about playboys. Hell, she got her heart ripped out by the ultimate bad boy—Caleb “Colt” Douglas—three years ago. Word around town is he’s back for one reason—to win her back. No way in hell is that happening. Then again, a no-strings romp might purge him from her system once and for all. Yeah. That’s exactly what she needs—closure.

Colt’s done a lot of crazy shit as front man for Twisted Delirium, but coming home may shove him over the edge. He vowed never to return, but after a whirlwind race to the top of the music scene, he’s figured something out. Fame and fortune can’t replace the one thing he wants more than anything. Shasta. Walking away from her was the biggest mistake he’s ever made. He’ll give her the one night stand with a bad boy she wants. He’ll even pretend it’s the closure they needed. Come morning, though, all bets are off.     

Releasing November 5th

Available for pre-order now:

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Excerpt:

“Give him a chance, dammit. I want my rock princess back.” 

“She’s gone, Bets. I need to move on, let the past go.”

“Bullshit. You’ve ghosted through life since he left. Give. Him. A. Chance.” She pulled away. “Pinky Sisters don’t chicken out.”

Ugh. She’d penned the moniker in recess during Mrs. Ward’s class. I should’ve nixed it then. Too late now. Our conversation before she turn coated her way out of the makeshift room banged around in my head, but my treacherous body honed in on the man prowling toward me as though I was filet mignon and he hadn’t eaten in a century.

My nipples hardened, my pulse quickened and my tattered heart pounded, as though sensing the man who’d walked away with pieces of it had returned for more. I surged backward, a defense mechanism activated by too many tequila-induced nights of what-if scenarios.   

“This isn’t a good idea. I should go.”

“Don’t run. Give me a moment, please.” Desperation crossed his face. He reached for me, but drew his hand back and looked upward. “She didn’t tell you, did she?”

“Bets operates with her own sometimes questionable agenda.” I forced a smile and allowed my inner hussy a slow visual molestation of the man who’d starred in my every fantasy.

The spiked hair from the stage had been washed and left to hang in wild disarray. My fingers itched to run through the thick mass, but I avoided his eyes. No way was I prepared for the assault of the gray depths I sensed watching me.

Dragon tattoos trailed down both shoulders and melded into one another along his upper chest. One red, one blue. My mouth dried as I tracked the twin dragons tangling over his heart, their necks nuzzling one another. Tear drops tumbled from the blue one’s grey eyes. My belly fluttered as I counted the blood red droplets.    

Seven.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Why are they bloody?”

Silence greeted my question as my visual inspection continued, halting on the last drop above his naval. He closed the distance between us, but I didn’t have it in me to retreat. The dragons undid my resolve to avoid the past. A part of me wanted to slam the vault shut on the entire evening, this conversation, and quadruple lock it. If I commissioned NASA to shoot it to Mars or somewhere far, far outside my reach, maybe my heart wouldn’t pound in my chest—willing an answer I had no business wanting, much less hearing.

Warm fingers fanned out on my cheek. His thumb settled beneath my chin and pulled upward until my gaze collided with the warm, gray ocean tinged with blue. A thousand worlds existed within the flecks and the masochist in me needed to know how many of them still revolved around me.

Did any?

His full lips drew closer, but I put my hand where the two dragons melded. “Why are they bloody?”

“I’m thinking you aren’t ready for my answer yet. Hearing it’d probably make you turn tail and run so fast it’d give me whiplash.” He licked his lips. My pulse flailed, my mouth desert dry. He held my neck as his lips fluttered across mine. Hot breath swept across my skin.

Arousal flared, a living breathing entity with a mind of its own. A growl rose from my gut as I seized hold of his shoulders and deepened the contact. Soap and shampoo wafted in my nostrils as my open eyes locked with Caleb’s. The eroticism flaring from the open-eyed kiss singed me clear to my toes.

Releasing November 5th

Available for pre-order now:

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