First of all, Happy Halloween! It’s my favorite holiday because I love all things hauntingly dark and unnaturally scary. Don’t you?r


For this “Halloween” themed blog post, I wanted to offer a secret glimpse at something I do for all my books: create a visual collage. Collages serve as inspiration… ways of helping me flesh out new characters, settings, and plotlines. This one is for SLEEPING BEAUTY AND THE DEMON (The Cursed Princes #3) – my scariest fairy tale retelling yet!! If you get a chance to read this intriguing novel, I hope you enjoy it!

To start things off, I asked myself: what comes to mind when someone hears the word “warlock” or “demon” in this modern era? Those who play online games might imagine the ghoulish demon from Warcraft.  Or if you’re into alternative music, you may think of The Warlocks, an L.A. based  band.


On the other hand, many of you might summon up mental pictures of Lord Voldemort in the Harry Potter movies. Personally, I like to envision my warlock/demon as a sexy sorcerer…a man who commands with a magic touch. A mysterious illusionist, perhaps?

As much as I loved Hugh Jackman in “The Prestige” and Edward Norton in “The Illusionist”, I actually pictured Colin Farrell as Dragomir Starkov. He has the right kind of dark, sultry eyes and similar, irresistible charm. Oh, and when Drago says, “I’m a very bad man, Rose” I mentally changed his Irish accent to a Romanian one. Then again, who cares WHAT accent Colin Farrell has?!!

For Rose Carlisle, I envisioned the beautiful Blake Lively. Long, golden hair. Tall… even statuesque with a contagious zest for life. Her sunny personality makes her a perfect match for Drago’s ominous character.

The setting of SLEEPING BEAUTY AND THE DEMON is 1912 New York City. It’s a unique timeframe, but I wanted to drum up images of Harry Houdini and the types of public spectacles he performed for my readers. Magic was starting to be an accepted form of entertainment in those days. Interestingly, audiences were scared and curious about it at the same time.

Here are more visuals to help you “conjure” up the atmosphere of the book. They include a woman’s dress from that era, a type of automobile that might have been on the road, and a pic of what a real marquee poster looked like in the day.

Thank you so much for having me. This has been lots of fun!

BIO :  Marina Myles’s love of books began as soon as she read her first fairy tale. During her college days in Dallas, she received degrees in English Literature and Communications—and enjoyed the unique experience of being a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. Now that she lives under the sunny skies of Arizona, she hasn’t left her glamorous life behind completely. After all, she gets to divide her time between her loving family, her loyal Maltese, and worlds filled with fiery—but not easily attained—love affairs. Visit her at

Represented by Louise Fury of The Bent Agency

Published works – The CURSED PRINCES series with Kensington

Beauty and the Wolf

Snow White and the Vampire

A Warlock’s Dance (novella)

Sleeping Beauty and the Demon

Christmas at Thorncliff Towers (releases November 2014)

Cinderella and the Ghost (release February 2015)!/marinaauthor





Rose began to cry all over again. “But I don’t know if my feelings for you are real.”

With a slow, sultry motion, Drago leaned in and began to kiss away her hot tears. “Your feelings are very real.”

Her eyelids grew heavy and her eyes fluttered shut against his touch.

“They’re very real because I love you in return. And I’ll never let you go.”

“You still haven’t given me an answer,” she said hoarsely.

“If I did hypnotize you, do you want me to lift my spell?”

His warmth enveloped her—and because she knew deep down that she would never feel alive without him, all she could was answer honestly. “No.”

Apparently, that was all he needed to hear. Urging her head upward, he covered her mouth with his. Body aflame, she parted her lips and let his tongue glide forward. Its sweet taste intoxicated her—and as his hand dropped from the curve of her neck to the roundness of her breast, she pressed against it to make his grasp firmer.

In a single scoop, Drago lifted her off the divan and carried her into his bedroom. After he laid her on the bed, he lowered the gas lamp’s flame to a dim glow. Then he stood to remove his shirt. When he joined her on the mattress, another surge of desire shot through her.

“My rosebud. I want you more than any other woman I’ve known. Without you, food has no taste, music holds no gaiety, and life has no meaning. Will you let me show you how much I love you?”

Rose could only whimper a response. A slip of air separated them and she could smell his masculine scent sweep forward. Reeling with anxiousness, she reached for him and he caressed her lips with his again. She put a hand to the angle of his jaw and felt it clench and unclench as his experienced tongue rolled in and out of her mouth. She never knew a kiss could offer so much satisfaction. What carnal delights awaited her when she was finally naked in Drago’s arms?

Naked? My God! Reality washed over her. What on earth was she doing in this apartment, with this man who was so much older and more experienced than she?

As if he’d read her thoughts, Drago said, “Don’t worry, Rose. This will be our little secret.”

Before she knew it, he was unbuttoning her lace blouse. As his deft fingers moved over the fabric, he continued to devour her with hot kisses. Meanwhile, Rose’s desire for him made her throws her cares to the wind, fueling her willingness.

That sense of empowerment stopped her from freezing with self-consciousness when he exposed her breast.

“Christ,” he said gruffly at the sight. “You’re so damned beautiful.”

She blushed and looked away.

“As you’ve guessed by now, I’m a bad man,” he murmured, just as gruffly. “A man who wants to make love to you hotly. Wickedly.”