Guest Post: Temper by R. Phoenix (Ripples in the Status Quo Book 5)

Only one thing can keep Ashton safe from the supernatural predators who made the world into their depraved, twisted playground after the Takeover—but it’s the one thing that would steal the last remnants of his freedom. At every turn, society confronts Reese and Ashton with the way humans are treated as mere playthings to be used and discarded. When they realize their own desires and pride have no place in the status quo, Ashton and his werewolf lover understand they’ll have to engage in the deadly games played by those in charge if they want to make a difference.

But Reese isn’t a diplomat, and Ash is only human. Together, they must decide if they’re willing to work with the devil they know in what might change everything or rely on their consciences in a world that has no place for kindness or honor… and if they’re ready to sacrifice everything along the way.


(This dark erotica work caters to those who cheer on the villains as they pursue their goals…no matter what it takes to get there. This includes Very Bad Things as well as Very Sexy Things.

Those with sensibilities will likely be offended and want to attack the author with flaming pitchforks. If this applies to you, save an author. Step away from the button.

Lightheartedness aside, this is dark erotica, and it does contain elements of depravity and cruelty that will be offensive to some readers. Please proceed with caution or skip this read.)

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Desideria stops by today to talk about what comes next. She has some fascinating predictions and visions of what is ahead for the characters and the series. Read and enjoy!
The world stands at the brink of destruction, and yet life continues.

The stars have fallen out of alignment, scattered across the sky like so many bright jewels shimmering against a silken cloth. But the patterns have changed; everything has changed. I can see the signs; they come to me in my dreams, flickering against my consciousness even as I wander through my nights. I do not know, not any longer, what is truth and what is lie.

What is it they say? ‘Light makes shadow. Truth makes lies.*’

Perhaps one simply creates the other; maybe the madness you claim I’m afflicted with has overtaken the truth and I’m the deluded one. But the tight knot of fear that’s gathered in my belly is not something I can ignore.

Sensation thrums in the back of my mind, humming and rising, fading and falling, and I whimper as I try to close my eyes against these visions. It doesn’t work. It never works. I can never still the images, can never make them stop. They come unbidden and refuse to leave; they flicker and fade and leave me with so many doubts. They haunt me, nipping at my heels and leaving me unable to think of anything else.

And these visions…

Oh, children.

You know not what you’ve done. You play at games beyond your understanding. But there are more of them than of us. Is that not why we hid so long? And you fall, one by one. When one falls, another rises. One. Two. You destroy yourselves, and your fingers point at one another.

The whispers of a thousand dreams press against my skull, a lover’s caress turned into a raging tempest—and a raging tempest turned into a pounding, thudding sensation I can scarcely stand. And I am afraid. You call me a madwoman, but I know enough to be afraid.

I am afraid.

Oh, children.

You know not what you’ve done.

About R.:
R. Phoenix has an unhealthy fascination with contrasts: light and dark, heroes and villains, order and chaos. She believes that love can corrupt and power can redeem. Her muse is a sadomasochistic slavedriver who thinks it’s terribly amusing to give her the best ideas when she just got comfortable and warm in bed, and she passes on that torture to her readers.

If she had it her way, she would describe the books in her “Ripples in the Status Quo” world as: “Supernatural creatures take over the world and turn humans into pets and food. There’s some sex between guys. And… um… fucked up things happen.” It’s probably a good thing she has people around her to remind her that she actually wants people to read her books. (They should really be more diligent, especially when they know she’s writing her author bio.)

She’s an author, stay-at-home mother, housewife, second time college student, and duck herder extraordinaire. She’s learning how to cook without burning the house down, her garden is somehow neither drowning nor drying up, and one day she might remember what that mythical thing called “free time” is. She’s starting to wonder who thought it was a good idea to write bios in third person.

She also tries entirely too hard to be funny, and she mercilessly inflicts her terrible sense of humor upon anyone who speaks to her. Really, it’s not you. It’s her. All the same, she’d love it if you’d say hello, because it makes her day to hear that someone read something she wrote. If they enjoyed it, there’s usually an awkward happy dance and embarrassing sounds of joy to accompany it (no, not that kind of sound, you perv). If all of that hasn’t scared you away, please say hello!

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