GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY – Between the Trees by M.E. Yildirim

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GUEST POST by M.E. Yildirim

Why Paranormal Romance?

M.E. Yildirim (Author of Between the Trees)

I am a Paranormal Romance author, and although I feel the biggest affiliation with this genre, I think it is safe to say everything that contains ‘romance’ is a fair game to me. People often ask why Paranormal in the first place? Where ideas are coming from? In my opinion writing in general is simply based on life and this specific genre just comes with a little extra to spice things up.

It’s all about believing in what you do.

When we bring up to life vampires, shapeshifters and all the supernatural, we still need to find some qualities in them we can refer and relate to. They need to be as real as possible with all their merits and flaws mercilessly stripped bare for readers to judge. I think that at some point we focus on their character and who they are rather than what they are.

I don’t think all had been said and done as far as this genre goes. After all people enjoy reading a little extra in ordinary and I don’t think it is going to change. There are always new stories to be spun or new angles to retell the old ones.

The more books and authors out there, the bigger chance of finding exactly what suits us the best. All readers need to do is be willing to offer their time getting to know characters and story, with everything it entitles. It’s about sex, it’s about love, tears and laughter.

It’s about life.

And no matter how different we all are or where we are coming from there are universal truths we all have in common.

The part I enjoy the most as a writer is creating characters from scratch, clothing them in qualities and personality. It feels like kind of magic to me. This power to shape story and lead it as I see fit. I like how everything comes together and heads toward the end, it reminds me of cooking. You need patience, persistence and time, a little prayer wouldn’t hurt either.

I enjoy disobedience of said characters, their will to do as they please, although it tends to drive me to the brink of sanity more often than not.

The worst part of writing is the end, no matter how rewarding it is at the same time and the feeling of accomplishment it always gives. Every novel is different, as well as characters. You devote your time and attention to get to know them, you love some of them from the get-go, it takes longer to get attached to others. The same rules apply to people in everyday life. You wish your main characters the best, and I find it hard to let them go and move onto a new project.

Writing ‘Between The Trees’, the whole ‘Chastity Point’ series was fun, because I got to spend more time with all the characters, maybe understand some of their choices a little bit better than I did at the time while I was writing their individual stories.

But each book shows things from a different point of view, each is focusing on emphasizing a diverse matter, while their main purpose to create a novel as best as I can.

About the Author:

M.E. YildirimM.E. Yildirim is a Public Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and taught her not to judge a book by its cover.

She lives with head full of voices which won’t be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on paper. That’s right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her characters and stories.

M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out everyone’s feathers and reminding people all the things they’ve already forgotten. She is happily married, often times engaging her husband in her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of that fact.


  • Cover (1)Title: Between the Trees 
  • Author: M.E. Yildirim
  • ISBN13: B00LD896T4
  • Series: Chastity Point #2
  • Published:  June 27th 2014 (first published 2014)
  • Format: eARC
  • Genre: Paranormal Romance
  • Page Count: 474

EXCERPT from Chapter 7

She switched the light on at the same moment a low, masculine voice broke the stillness of the evening.

“I can see you’ve had a great time.” Ciarán stated, and she gasped, swivelling on her heel to look at him.

He was seated near the window, in a masculine sprawl, in which he seemed to own the chair. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and his hands laced behind his head, giving him an utterly relaxed look.

Top of his black shirt was unbuttoned, and it seemed he felt perfectly unfettered in her room, making it his personal space.

“Ciarán.” She said, pressing the palm of hand to her wildly galloping heart. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Ah, who did you expect then?” He asked in an indifferent tone of voice that made her suspicious on the spot.

She took a closer look at him and regretted it right away. His eyes were cold, inhuman, and they gave her chills. His nostrils were flaring in an unmistakable way, she already knew the meaning of now, and a feeling of mortification speared through her like a bullet.

“Stop this.” She whispered, humiliated.

It seemed too… intimate that he could scent her, felt like a violation of her privacy, and she didn’t know how to protect herself against it.

Against him.

But whatever tale his sensitive nose was spinning for him, it only seemed to make him angrier. Dani had no idea where her knowledge was coming from, but she was convinced Ciarán was teetering on the very fine edge of his control.

And it scared her as nothing else ever had.

“I don’t appreciate you smelling me. I don’t like it at all.” She snapped, when her inner voice was screaming at her not to provoke him more.

To turn around and get out of Dodge before it will be too late.

Too late for what? she asked herself, but no answer was forthcoming.

“And I don’t like the particular scent attached to you now.” He growled lowering his arms and sitting up, making her take an involuntary step back.

He smirked noticing it, but the anger rolling off his massive body didn’t ease up a bit. It was nearly palpable, suffocating her with its strength.

“Then leave, it’s my room.” She swallowed audibly.

Dani had no idea what was up with him tonight, but she was not going to back down. All of a sudden it became imperative to her that she no longer permitted people to walk all over her.

“You are in a strange kind of mood Ciarán.” She noticed.

“You think so?” He rasped quietly, staring at her without blinking.

“You are toying with me, when I don’t even know the rules of this game.” Dani said with dignity.

If he were going to behave enigmatically, without really saying a thing, she was the one who was going to leave the room, or even the house if need be, she decided.

“We will get to playing, but first tell me, who was that?” He demanded in a rational voice that started to grate on her nerves.

He was interrogating her, just like her brother used to, and she felt a bile of nausea rising in her throat at the memory.

“You have no right to ask me any questions. You’ve brought me back to Chastity Point, but as I was saying before, you don’t need to feel responsible for me. I am a big girl Ciarán, I can take care of myself.” Dani answered, straightening her spine and forcing herself to look into his dead eyes.

The lack of any sign of life in them was terrifying, but she just couldn’t glance away. If eyes were windows to the soul, did it mean his was barren as well? she wondered.

“Oh, but I have every right, so let me ask you one more time. Who. Was. That?” He emphasized every word as if she were too stupid to understand it at the first time.

He linked the fingers of both hands like a pianist preparing himself for a solo concert. There was some sharpened alertness to him that seemed honed to perfection, like the most lethal of blades.

“I am done with this conversation.” She muttered and turned around to leave the room.

She didn’t hear any movement behind her, but when she touched the doorknob his palm suddenly slapped the surface of the door, making it impossible for her to open it up.

“Please, let me go.” Her throat has instantly dried up and she couldn’t swallow easily.

“Let you go?” He barked out a short laugh devoid of any trace of humour. “I’m afraid this option is unacceptable.”

“What do you want from me?” She asked, coming to a standstill, when he pressed his body more heavily into hers, surrounding her with his heat.

Her mind kept telling her it shouldn’t be under these circumstances, but she was starting to get frantic, and couldn’t focus on anything except getting away from him.

“So many options… I will show you why you should have never come to me with the scent of another male on your body.” He growled into her ear, before grazing her neck with his teeth.

Her body bucked, and she tried to make him release her, but he just turned her around instead. She gasped at the swiftness of his motion.

Her back was pinned against the door now, with his weight keeping her in place. Ciarán’s hand manacled her arms above her head. She tried to dislodge him, but it was a futile attempt.

Her head snapped up and she looked into his eyes, hoping to find something there which could explain any of this.

Her breath left her, because his eyes were red.


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