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|Posted on February 4, 2015 at 12:05 AM||comments (0)|
Today I welcome to my Blog multi-published author Honor James who celebrates her newest release Violet's Protectors, the sixth book in Beyond the Veil series. This book is MFM Menage.
Violet King has only had two major goals in her life, keep from being killed from those who want her throne, and avoid her mates at all costs. The first is easily achievable, the second is heartbreaking and will leave her to forever walk the Realms alone. There is a problem, though. If she never meets her mates than an entire Race will die out.
Given a task by their new king to bring a friend to the throne home, Viper and Ladon never expected to find their mate at the same time. With trouble coming for her there is only one option, do whatever is necessary to get her beyond the Veil to safety. What comes after will forever alter everyone, and everything—forever.
A prophecy speaking of death is now in play, turmoil between Earth and the Realms has reached an all-new level, and time is beginning to run out for them all.
September 30, 2035
There was a movement, the slightest flutter of a curtain which told the secrets held within. There was life, there was movement, and that meant that there was a chance that there was a person or persons inside of the home who might be able to shed some light on the mystery.
When the curtain fell back into place, however, there was no dawning knowledge, there was no blinding accuracy in simply knowing. Instead there was silence.
Frustration was the name of the game at this moment, and it was not something that she enjoyed. At all. Frustration was a bitter pill to swallow and one that more often than not got stuck in the craw of one’s throat.
Rubbing the back of her neck, Violet turned away from the conundrum that was before her. She leaned back in the seat she took outside of a cafe and sipped at the cocoa that she had been given and tried to think of what was going on.
Pulling out her old ratty notebook she fished out a pen from the bottom of her backpack and wrote her notes into the old-fashioned notebook.
While there was a presence inside of the home, there wasn’t a response when the bell was rung, nor was there when a delivery arrived via courier. Suspiciously there was another person who arrived to let the delivery in, however from where the party came from I don’t know.
Vi chewed her pen cap and then tapped it to her lip before she continued.
The being inside of the home is not a human. I can tell that much from the sidewalk. I’m not certain just exactly what the race is for this being, however I have to be honest here–the feeling is malevolent and the malcontent that is all but pouring out of the home is nearly blinding.
She had to shiver. She didn’t like it at all. There was something more about this job than just trying to figure out exactly who or what was inside of the home, she didn’t like that.
I keep finding myself questioning this assignment. I keep finding myself wanting to walk away from it, and if not for the plea from the woman on the other side of this equation I would have walked away by now. If a major change doesn’t occur within the next two days I am walking away. I have found nothing as of yet and can’t shake the feeling that I’m being set up for some reason. I just wish that I knew what it was that I was being set up about.
I think that it’s time that the discussion is had with the bosses. I’m ready to turn in my notice and walk away from it all. I think that the ones that hunt me are starting to get close again and that’s why this assignment feels off. I think that it’s time to disappear again.
Words she quickly scribbled out and then pulled the page out to tear into small pieces so that she could dump them into her coffee cup to toss away. Violet sighed and closed her eyes. God, she was not in a good place right now. Not with this assignment and with anything.
Quickly Violet shoved her pink and blue hair back behind her ears. The short hair in the back, long in front, a far cry different from what she was born with. The only thing Violet couldn’t change was her eyes. Eyes that denoted exactly who she was, the status and hierarchy that she held. If she wanted it. But she knew that to take the position that she was born to take would mean her death.
I believe that this being that I’m chasing, this Luhpyne that is supposed to be harming children and women, is not an actual person, but a set of persons. I don’t truly believe that the being in the home is a human, but I don’t get the feeling that they are Luhpyne either. I truly believe that whatever, whoever is inside of that home is evil and therefore it’s time to turn this case over to the AEDA. I just hope that I can turn this into them without whoever I talk to realizing just what, and worse, who I am.
She hesitated and bit her lower lip. Yeah. That would not be good. She had come to Earth far before the Veil fell. She had hidden when yet another attempt on her life was thwarted. An attempt that had cost the life of one of her oldest and dearest friends. A Draygon.
It was when that happened that Violet went to the only being she could trust, Drakos. King of the Draygons, he realized just who and what she was and realized that she held a secret. One that she kept close. No, Drakos was an honorable and good man and helped her to disappear onto Earth. A land that the Races viewed with disdain from afar.
Violet, however, lost herself on Earth. She had flitted from city to city and watched the humans as they learned, as they grew, and as they finally began to make advances into technology.
“Shit,” Violet grumbled and shoved all of her stuff back into her backpack.
She knew that it was time to turn her files over to the AEDA and disappear. She hadn’t talked to Drakos since he helped her to hide the first time but now that the Veil had fallen, perhaps she should reach out to him again. Maybe it was time to lose herself in one of the Realms since someone had obviously found her here on Earth.
other books by Honor can be found here and trust me there are way too many to individually mention...
Author Website: www.honorjames.com
|Posted on February 2, 2015 at 12:00 AM||comments (0)|
Today I have Elle Boon joining me on my Blog. Elle is a multi published author with Siren and is based in Missouri in the USA and is a MFM Menage Author.
Elles new release Kira's Warriors, which is the 4th book in the Ravens of War series is available on the Siren Publishing website now, but here is a bit about the book to tempt you before you buy.
Kira’s Warriors www.bookstrand.com/kiras-warriors
Kira lived the life of a pampered princess of a wealthy Japanese man who mourned the loss of his son, and missing wife. She’d been given everything a girl could want, but nobody was allowed close enough to love or hurt her. All that changed when her life was threatened and he hired the Ravens as her security.
Thane and Garrick never expected to find their Fated, let alone that she’d be touched by a god. The legend of the Kitsune was steeped in mystery, but they’d need all the help they could get to save their Fated from the god who possessed her brother. They’d need to travel into the deepest levels of hell, and fight the Shinigami to save her and her brother.
Kira realizes Thane and Garrick would give up their own lives to give her the family she’d never had. She would fight to hold onto the best things she could ever ask for, her warriors.
“Why are you two still following me? I told you to leave me alone.” Kira turned to face the two men who she’d been unable to shake no matter what she did. Even when she’d went into the restroom at LaGuardia, switched her clothes, pulled her hair up in a bun and covered her head with a stupid ball cap that said ‘I love NY’, they still fell in line behind her.
“Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but where you go we follow.” Garrick Theon flashed his pearly white teeth at her.
If Kira could, she’d gladly punch him in the mouth just to see if she could loosen a few of his perfect teeth. His lips tilted up in a grin she was beginning to hate and love in equal measures. Both men appealed to her, but that was truly a dangerous path to go down. The last man she’d thought she loved…Kira shut that train of thought off before the memories could resurface, bringing back the shame and heartache she’d worked so hard to bury.
“Hey now kitten, what put that look on your face?” Thantos Odysseus asked. His large hand curled into a fist, almost making her flinch as he raised it to her cheek, only to gently run it down in the softest caress.
Thane and G both looked at her, waiting on her to answer, and it took her a moment to figure out what it was that was asked. The look of hurt on Thane’s features made her want to reach out and apologize, but they were the ones who were invading her space.
“I just don’t understand why you insist on continuing to be my bodyguards, when clearly I can take care of myself,” Kira said, throwing her hands up in the air. She could see there was no changing their minds. However they didn’t know her, or her country as well as she did. Nor did they have two loyal Akitas. Her pets didn’t like anyone but her, she smiled imagining the look on their faces when they saw her four legged best friends.
“Thane? I don’t like the look in her eyes.” Garrick took a step closer to where she stood on the porch of her home.
Being back in Osore-Zan Japan where her mother was from, Kira felt a stronger connection to the woman. “There is nothing in my eyes except contempt for the both of you. Now, if you’ll both excuse me I’m going inside, alone. If you insist on guarding me, you can keep watch from out here.”
Kira turned on her heel to march inside, coming to a stop as Garrick, or G to his friends, materialized in her path. “You can lie to yourself, but not to Thane and I, Neko-Chan.”
“Did you just call me kitten in Japanese?” She held up her hand. “No, don’t answer that, just get out of my way.” She knew they treated her with kid gloves because she was so much smaller than them. At five-foot-three to their six-foot-six and six-foot-seven if she was to guess, okay if she was being honest she knew exactly how tall they were. Having studied them whenever they weren’t looking, Kira could give a detailed description of each man down to every visible scar.
“You can bitch all you want Kira, but it won’t change the fact that you aren’t stepping foot inside until Thane and I check it out.”
A sense of danger had the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She took a step closer to Garrick, placing her hands on each of his biceps. “Do you feel that?”
Thane stepped up behind her. “What is it?”
A shiver stole up her spine. “Something is out there.” She didn’t turn to look out toward the towering trees in the distance, choosing to focus on G’s light blue eyes. He and Thane’s were almost identical and changed colors depending on their emotions.
“Is it secure?” Garrick asked Thane.
Kira wanted to protest his going over her head, literally and physically. The eerie feeling of being watched, marked for death by something evil wouldn’t go away. When she placed her hands on G, and then had Thane at her back the oily touch recoiled.
“I just scanned the interior and other than two beasts that are ready to bite our heads off, yes it’s secure.” Thane answered.
Garrick wrapped one arm around her, placing his body on the outside. “Do you want to let us in?” He indicated the handprint scanner by the door panel.
She wiped her sweaty palms on her ass, hearing Thane murmur something that sounded like he’d like to be her hands made her smile.
Once inside, the two beasts as Thane called them, came running to greet her. Garrick tried to push her behind him, but Kira had missed Taji and Hoshi her two Akitas, and slid under his arm. They were a beautiful breed of canines that were very protective, and usually didn’t get along well with others. She hugged the two dogs, letting them lick her face in greeting before standing back up.
With her back to the two Ravens who refused to leave her alone, Kira expelled a tired breath. She wasn’t ready to spill her guts, or her life story to them. Why did her father insist on hiring men who weren’t like the rest of his hired goons? Ones she could easily dismiss.
“We can stand here all day and night, or you can just spit it out, kitten. I think you know we have more than enough stamina to outlast you,” Thane said.
1. Author Name: Elle Boon
2. Where do you live? (part of the country or state or world) I live in Missouri, almost smack dab in the middle of Merica (lol)
3. When did you first publish? My one year contract signing date is actually January 28th 2015. Soo excited. My first book came out on April 3, 2014 with Siren.
4. How many books have you published? As of today I have 4 books out and my 5th is coming out on January 29th, 2015 which is Kira’s Warriors book 4 in the Ravens of War.
5. Which of your characters do you see yourself in the most? I sort of put a little of myself in all of my female characters. In each story I find myself weaving a little bit of real life into their stories. For instance in Selena’s Men I have Selena getting on top the bar and dancing. I actually have done this a time or two. In Two For Tamara there is a scene where one of the ladies says “I don’t do girls” this was an actual conversation me and one of my bffs had after one too many drinks, and we were laughing and drinking. Long story short the guys were chanting “kiss kiss kiss” and she turns and says “I don’t do grills” yess I spelled that right lol.
6. What has been the most time consuming or mentally challenging research you have done for a book? I think for Kira’s book because it’s set a lot in Japan and spans back 20 plus years. There is a lot of folklore and things that has changed during the timeframe and I wanted to get it right. I loved it!
7. What does an average day for you consist of? What is your writing schedule like? I get up, get my Goob, aka my 14 yr old off to school and then get online. After that I go over what I’ve written and try to write. Try being the key sometimes. I turn my playlist on, which is rock. My choice of music freaks people out, because they look at me and see my choice of music lol. I love love love rock.
8. Please tell us about your newest release. Kira’s Warriors is book 4 in the Ravens of War. She’s is like all my other heroines, a fierce woman who is worthy of two men lol. Garrick and Thane are both demi-gods created by Zeus who were sent as protectors only to find she wasn’t quite 100% human. It’s action packed and full of lots of the other Ravens as well as a steamy read
9. Do you have a current work in progress? Can you tell us about it? I just finished His Perfect Wolf, book 2 in The Mystic Wolves series. I still have to edit and submit to my publisher, but I really love it. It’s the follow up to Accidentally Wolf and Niall’s story. I’m also working on a self-pub that I plan to release on March 16th called SmokeJumper. SmokeJumper is about a Native American who is a smokejumper which is a specialized firefighter who is called back to his hometown by his grandfather. Of course he’s much more than just an ordinary man, he’s also an elemental. I love my paranormal romance and of course all my stories are steamy reads <3
10. What is something that your readers might not know about you? I am a clean-freak. I spend 6-8 hours once a week cleaning my house one room at a time. Everything has a place in my house and I am very organized. My closets are all color coordinated with each person having a specific hanger color lol. Yes, I said I am a freak lol
I am a total open book and love to talk to people. If you have a question I try to answer as honestly as possible (of course some things are too personal), but I will do my best. Ask away people <3
A few songs that inspired me during the writing process for Kira’s Warriors:
Theory of a Deadman – Savages
Crossfade – Cold
The Pretty Reckless – Heaven Knows
Sixx A.M. – Stars
Other books by Elle
|Posted on January 28, 2015 at 12:10 AM||comments (0)|
Today I have joining me on my blog Andrew Jericho. A writer of man love Erotica who is based in USA and is a multi-published author with Siren Publishing.
Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of his books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.
Andrew’s writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.
Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries.
All of Andrew’s work can be found at: Andrew Jericho.
Andrew's new book which was released yesterday, Flirting with Heaven, is the 3rd book in Andrew's Rock Star series.
[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Older Hero Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]
“We are flirting with Heaven, on the brink of paradise. I intend to put an end to our hell.” When Dr. Zane Foster shares those words, he is holding all four of the men he loves in his arms. Adam, Rock Hard’s front man, has spent the last two weeks in Zane’s bedroom, recovering from his breakdown at the press conference. He has put the doctor in temporary control of his family. All of them have been calling Zane daddy for weeks.
When Adam decides he wants Zane to make decisions for the band on a permanent basis, the front man struggles with pride. Adam feels his inability to create harmony is the reason Deuce, L.T., and Jamie are pulling away. Jamie is intersex, and discovers he is pregnant. Will the unusual revelation of how the pregnancy occurred, and the discovery of the other biological father, bring Rock Hard closer together, or threaten to divide them permanently?
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
Zane handed one of the jewelry boxes to Adam. When the front man opened the lid, his eyes glassed with tears.
“Just what I asked for,” Adam said.
“Then, you do want our arrangement to be a more permanent one?”
“Are you asking me if I want you to be our daddy always?”
“I only agreed for a little while, you know.”
“Not if that’s what I want,” Adam countered, “because, Zane, it is.”
Zane’s hand was now smoothing the dirty blond, shoulder-length hair away from Adam’s face. When the front man closed his eyes, leaning into Zane’s touch, the doctor caressed his partner’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“Are you sure, Adam? That is an important step for all of us. Up until now, you have been in complete control.”
“Really?” Adam asked sarcastically. “Do you believe that, Zane? I don’t. I haven’t been in control in a long time.”
Now, Adam stood and walked to the window. Zane followed, putting his arms around his partner’s waist.
“I’m so jealous,” Adam said.
“Of what?” Zane asked, kissing the top of Adam’s hair.
Adam turned to face him. More tears were forming in his partner’s eyes. When they spilled onto his cheeks, the doctor used his fingertips to wipe them away.
“I’ve never completely dealt with my jealousy toward you,” Adam spoke again.
“Adam, I am only in control right now because it is what you wanted. I do not want the responsibility if you are not comfortable with the dynamic. My dominance with you is not about me wanting to take control. What we share is about you giving me the opportunity to be what you need.”
“Then, I need you to be in control, but it doesn’t mean I don’t regret not having strength of my own. I want my partners to look at me like they do you. I want you to look at me like that. I—”
“Then maybe we still need to explore this before we go any further,” Zane interrupted.
“Further, as in?”
“Further as in, our new beginning. Adam, your partners love you. They do look at you like you desire, but are you able to open your heart to accept it?”
“I can’t stay in your bedroom alone anymore, can I?”
The look of hurt on Adam’s face broke Zane’s heart. He took his lover into his arms, holding him close.
“I am afraid not, sweetheart.”
“Deuce and I reconciled today, like you asked.”
“Like I asked? Adam, I would not suggest you let David hear that. I want you two to reconcile because it is what both of you desire. He loves you very much, and is trying hard to recover. David does not need a partner who cannot make up his mind whether he forgives him or not. That may sound blunt, but it is truth. All of us make mistakes, even you, Adam Foster.”
Adam’s expression prompted Zane’s next comment.
“No, I have not forgotten my desire for the four of you to take my name.”
“That’s contradictory to everything we’ve discussed.”
“Maybe,” Zane countered. “I asked you to come to my room tonight to discuss the design of the rings.”
“We’ve discussed them.”
“All I asked, Adam, was for you to be sure. Because once I give each of you those rings tonight, there will not be any going back and forth. I am a kind and gentle man, but I am also one who does not play games. I want nothing more than to be a daddy to the four of you, but something as meaningful and symbolic as exchanging rings should be on a more permanent level. The design of the ring itself suggests the intended dynamic.”
“I want to move forward.”
“All right, Adam.”
“Can I ask what you have in mind?”
Zane said nothing in reply. Instead, he cupped both of Adam’s cheeks between his hands. He lowered his lips to capture the front man’s mouth in an intimate kiss. Adam moaned, sinking into his arms. Zane pulled Adam’s body close against his own.
“Always fit so perfectly,” Zane said between kisses.
“Like I’m melting into the curves and crevices of your body,” Adam replied.
“No lovemaking, Adam,” Zane spoke, “at least not tonight. I have promised Lemmuel my company.”
When Adam pulled back, searching Zane’s face, the doctor rubbed his thumb across his lover’s swollen lips.
“I have asked Lemmuel to marry me.”
Zane closely watched Adam’s expression, as his partner pulled away from his grasp. Adam had turned once more to face the window.
“I want to marry all of you legally,” Adam said. “The law thinks otherwise. L.T. always desired that with me, and I couldn’t give it to him. Now, another man can. What does Jamie think about all this? I hope you asked him first.”
“James wants me to marry Lemmuel. I’ve asked them both to move into my bedroom.”
“I see,” Adam replied.
“Adam, part of my discussion tonight is we need to stop living in the past.”
“What exactly does my future hold, Zane?”
“Not bitterness, for one thing.”
“What I’ve seen slowly happening between the five of us for the last two weeks. What I want more than anything else. I see it in your eyes now, sweetheart.”
“I have regrets.”
“All of us do. Please, don’t let your pride and bitterness get in the way of your family’s happiness.
“The fax machine is printing,” Adam said.
Zane turned his attention to the corner office in his room. He walked to the machine and retrieved the documents.
“Let us go find the rest of our partners,” Zane replied. “We can discuss the results tonight as well.”
Have a look at Andrew's Trailer for Flirting With Heaven - Rock Stars 3
Other books from Andrew, along with the first 2 books in the Rock Star series can be found at www.bookstrand.com/andrew-jericho or an Amazon near you.
|Posted on January 21, 2015 at 12:05 AM||comments (1)|
Today I have joining me for my Blog Spot Raven McAllan, a multi-published Siren author from Scotland.
Raven can’t remember a time when she didn't make up stories. Ever since she won not one but two, Cadbury, ‘where does chocolate come from’ competitions in primary school, she was convinced, one day she would write a book. And maybe even have it published. Her parents encouraged her, her schoolteachers despaired. Flowery. Romantic. Not factual. The fact she loved weaving stories about anything and anyone, was dismissed by them
Luckily not by Raven. Life might have gotten in the way for more than a few years, but as she says, "more years later than I am prepared to disclose (hey a woman has to have some secrets) here I am, published."
Raven writes in her study, using a laptop, much to her cats' disgust. They think they should sit there, not that strange thing that makes tapping noises and keeps them awake!
As a non-closet romantic, sometime neurotic, and lover of words, she so enjoys getting involved with her characters, and hopes you do too.
Raven's newest book titled The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin and was released on 20th February 2015.
The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin
Ballingal. An Island in the middle of a Loch. Where women rule, and hearts are saved—or broken.
I love the sound of the ladies of the loch. There are six of them. Kristin's is the first story to be told.
Kristin McCrory would never in a million years have thought her ex-husband would show up on Ballingal and profess his need to sub for her. Flynn is the ultimate stubborn Alpha male, and his refusal to even discuss her need to be in charge had already cost them their marriage. That, and his apparent need to seek out the most dangerous place to report on in his work as a television documentary reporter.
However, the Flynn she knew is not the Flynn who stands before her now. This Flynn is a broken man and she can’t just turn him away. As an Empath and mind reader, Kristin can sense his emotional and physical pain. It means Kristin feels even more drawn to the man she loves, and their connection is as strong as ever.
Love is worth fighting for after all, and Flynn finds new strength in his submission.
“Up the stairs, third left. Don’t go to the third right unless you want your lessons to start with a vengeance.” Would he understand the inference?
His eyes narrowed and he nodded, before he held his hand out to her. Kristin took it and they walked side-by-side up the stairs to the room she indicated. Flynn turned the handle and stood back. “After you, My Lady.”
She nodded. “This time. Another time, if there is one, it may be different.”
He dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Of course. This time though, after you, and stand by the bed.”
Kristin walked past him and did as he’d asked. It was a strange feeling. She’d wanted to play like this. However, she’d never found someone she trusted enough to do so with. Always she’d stayed in her Domme and dominant mode. This was different. A side of her she’d never dare show to anyone before. Of course when she’d lived with Flynn, before she outed herself and everything went pear-shaped they’d made love and he’d taken charge, but this was different. When she had time, she'd take a long, hard, deep look at why she felt able to let go, now.
He didn’t speak as he walked up to her and cupped her face in his hands. She noticed they shook a little as he stroked her cheeks with his fingers. “I’ve wanted to be able to do this for so long, My Lady. I’ve dreamed of you. Felt your skin next to mine, experienced your lips touching me, and enjoyed your hands caressing me as you held me close. And then, then I woke up. Empty and alone.” He drew his hands down her face and onto her shoulders, before he swept her hair to one side and caressed her neck. “I’ve imagined touching you here.” He kissed the nape of her neck. Kristin’s senses went into high alert clit-clenching pussy spasms within seconds. “And here.” He kissed his way downward, toward the low V of her top and ever lower until he sucked oh so sweetly on the soft swell of her breast.
She moaned and he chuckled. “Like that, My Lady? How about this.” He pushed the sleeves of her top, and her bra straps over her shoulders and down far enough to pinion her arms to her sides.
So often she’d done that to a sub—although it was more likely to be with a belt or a special tie—but not since they’d been together had she experienced that feeling of “he can do what he wants and I’ll let him.”
Flynn trailed his fingers over her shoulders, around her neck and up and down each inch of exposed arm. It tickled and she squirmed. He raised one eyebrow and grinned. “Teasing is such sweet anticipation, My Lady. Where will he touch next? How will he? Can I bear it?”
Kristin made a noise halfway between a sob and a sigh. Her thighs were more than damp, and her nipples hurt as they pushed hard against the confines of her lacy bra. Her mind was befuddled and every sense honed in on her lover, his scent, his presence, and his touch.
His teeth grazed her areolae and she stopped even befuddled thoughts and sank into his touch. His breath was warm on her skin, and he drew back and blew over her nipple. It puckered and tightened.
“Oh yes.” Flynn’s voice was deep and gruff with arousal. “Shit, if I don’t get us both horizontal fast, it’ll be too late. One sec.” He fumbled with the zip at her waist, and caught the material in it. “Fuck and bugger. Oh well I’ll buy you a new one.”
Through eyes still fogged with desire, and before she gathered her wits properly, Kristin watched as Flynn took hold of the sides of the zip and pulled firmly. The noise of tearing cotton sounded loud and violent in the room, and she jumped. Then she looked down at the remains of her skirt as it pooled around her ankles, and laughed.
“Ah well, it was about ready for the rag bag anyway.”
“How to spoil the skirt, eh?” Flynn shook his head in mock dismay. His eyes were once more dark with desire, and dangerous silver sparks danced in their depths. “And the moment? Now where were we? Ah, yes, trying to get naked and on the bed.”
“You’re dressed.” Kristin pointed out. “And I’m only almost naked.”
“Almost won’t be for long,” Flynn said. “And, My Lady, you told me to take charge.” His voice was too innocent. “I’m only doing as my lady instructed. After all, I don’t suppose it will happen often.”
Nor did she, but somehow, Kristin knew this time it had to be so. He slid her well-damp thong down her legs, and she lifted each foot in turn to help him remove it. Flynn lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Ah, My Lady. You’re so wet for me. The scent of your arousal is so fucking intoxicating it makes me as hard as nails. I’m almost coming in my jeans like a randy school kid.”
Her face heated and she reckoned it would be the color of her hair. Basic lust, love and honesty in three short sentences. Her juices increase and coated the top of her thighs. Flynn helped her onto the bed and she wriggled, and pressed her legs together to get a little bit more friction. She needed to come, to let herself go and fly. Of course he saw her actions and tapped her mound, just hard enough to sting.
“You’re altogether too Dom-like for a sub,” Kristin said, half seriously. His face froze, and she could have kicked herself. What a stupid thing to say. “And as I’ve handed our play session to you, balach, may I say you’re doing superbly. Just as your lady demanded,” she added hastily. “I love it.”
"This time.” Flynn said, his expression still wary.
“This time,” she agreed. She wished she could reach out and touch him. To reassure him that this was what she wanted but she judged to say any more would be
too much. She’d just have to hope she could put his mind at rest in other ways. Kristin lifted her hips from the bed, clenched her butt and pussy muscles and wriggled her ass in the air.
other books by Raven are available at an Amazon near you or www.bookstrand.com/raven-mcallan
|Posted on January 19, 2015 at 12:00 AM||comments (0)|
Today I have joining me on my blog a very good peronal friend of mine, Sara Anderson, a multi-published author with Siren Publishing from USA. She writes M/F Sci-fi Erotic Romance with an occasional MFM Menage thrown in to stir it up a bit.
Sara is the author of the Warriors of Dareen Series which had its fourth book published last year, the fifth being due for release 11th Feb.
Starlight the first book, introduces the series.
Kara Johnson has learned the hard way that she will always be alone. Her father died, and the man she thought she loved cheated on her. She has built walls around her heart to make sure no one can harm her again. Then a sexy FBI Agent shows up at the sheriff’s department where she works and turns her world upside down. She spends her days fantasizing about all the ways he could force her to submit to him, not believing he would ever be interested in her.
Joran is on earth hunting his enemy. He sees Kara, and suddenly she is all he can think about. He wishes he could keep her, but their laws are clear that humans must remain unaware of their existence. When Kara is attacked, Joran is forced to reveal himself. Joran gets his wish to keep Kara for his own. He uses dominance and his alien senses of truth seeking and empathy to win her heart.
I have just started reading this series and already I can't put it down and the 2 main characters have only just met! (GC)
Starlight is avaliable from Siren and from an Amazon near you now, along with all three other titles in Warriers of Dareen series.
www.bookstrand.com/sara-anderson or Amazon
A little about Sara Anderson
I was born in a suburb of Chicago, but I lived in many states before settling in rural Missouri.
I wrote my first story in elementary school. The first time, the assignment was to write at least two sentences for the four pictures the teacher gave us. My imagination ignited, and I wrote pages instead of just a few sentences. I still remember the teacher pulling me aside after class and telling me how impressed she was with the story I wrote.
I met my husband in Colorado Springs when he was stationed at Ft. Carson in Colorado Springs. We had only been dating a short time before we were inseparable. Mutual friends started making bets about when we would marry. To thwart their bets, we picked a day no one had bet on. We have been happily married for over 20 years, so although we married on a bet, we both came out the winners.
I am now a stay at home mother to my 3 children. When I am not playing with my children, I can be found writing a romance story.
I write romance stories with happy endings. I love a story with some suspense, but the hero arrives just in time.
Visit my blog at www.warriorsofdareen.blogspot.com.
Email me at [email protected]
A little Q&A sess with Sara.
Q: Why do you write?
A: First, because I love to. Even when I knew only a few people would see my story, I still wrote. It is more than something I do in my free time. I get a story idea in my head, and soon the characters start coming alive. That is when I sit down and start writing a story.
Q: When do you find time to write with 3 children?
A: I spend my morning with them making sure they are fed and happy. I will get a bit of writing in before I have to stop to care for my baby. Once she is again happy, I will write a little bit more before I have to stop and try to put the house back together and cook dinner before my husband gets home. Once he is home and fed, I get a chance to write even more. I end up using nap time as a time to clean, read, or just sit in peace and quiet for a little while. Every now and then, if I have something I am excited about typing, I will work through nap times, but mostly they are my break times.
Q: What made you write your first book?
A: The first time I wrote a book, I got an idea in my head. Then I was hearing conversations in my head. Soon, as I did my work around the house, I was seeing how the story in my head played out. I decided to sit down and type it out. At the time, I thought I would write a few paragraphs, and I would lose the story. I ended up writing a book. I was so proud of myself, and that kept me writing.
Q: What advice do you have for other aspiring authors?
A: Keep writing! Even if you do not think you are a good author, do not give up. The more you write, the better you will become. Another thing to do is read. The more you read, the more you will see how to write a good story. When I get stuck, I pick up a favorite book and read for a while.
Q: What's the hardest part about writing a book?
A: Grammar. I am not that great at it. The second hardest part is getting the quiet time to write. Some days, it just does not happen. I have to set my laptop aside and remember that my story will be there later, but my children will not keep.
Q: What made you choose science fiction?
A: I have always loved science fiction. Even as a child my favorite cartoons were Transformers and X-Men. Later, I fell in love with Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, and Star Wars.... To this day, science fiction remains one of my favorite genres. If it has a sci-fi or comic book theme, then I have most likely seen the movie.
Q: Do you ever see yourself writing in a different genre/leaving romance? What would it be?
A: Yes, I do. I can see myself writing paranormal, crime drama erotic stories set in rural and small town settings. Living among cattle ranchers gives me a lot of experience with rural life.
Q: If you were to write a book and use yourself as the main character, what qualities would she have?
A: She would love to cook and bake. She would always try to see the bright side of things and not let the bad times get her down, but learn from them.
Q: What are some of your favorite books?
A: Cherise Sinclair, Tracy St. John, Lexi Blake, and Sierra Cartwright are some of my favorites. I have never read a disappointing book from any of them.
Q: How long does it take you to write?
A: About four weeks to complete a fifty-thousand-plus word count story, then another two weeks of editing and revising before I am ready for my beta readers to read it..
|Posted on January 17, 2015 at 1:00 AM||comments (0)|
Andre "AJ" Johannes fell in love with his college roommate---he just didn't realize it until it was too late. After spending one unforgettable night in Ryder St. Claire's arms, fate forced them apart. But Ryder still haunts his dreams, and AJ's always wondered what might have been.
Eight years later, AJ is starting over. New job, new city, new life—and all of it without his wife and son. Marian divorced him and took sole custody, leaving AJ to wonder if the rest of his life will end up as useless as his shattered marriage.
Little does AJ know he's got a couple of Saints looking out for him. Ryder St. Claire married Lyss three years ago, and the two of them have been searching for their third--- the man who will offer his submission and give them everything they cannot give each other. But can they overcome years of emotional abuse to convince AJ he deserves to be happy?
“Beautiful?” Ryder called as he closed and locked the door behind them. “We’re here.”
“Yeehaw!” said a joyful voice from the back of the apartment. “I’m just getting changed. Dinner’s on the stove. Right with you, boys.”
A.J. blinked, looking at Ryder questioningly. Ryder snorted. “She’s from Georgia,” he explained, eyes twinkling. “Country girl all the way.”
That explained the accent. Texans were known for that honeyed Southern drawl, but A.J. had never heard an accent as thick as the one Lyss had. If someone tried to spell out the words the way she said them, it probably wouldn’t even look like English. It sounded like she said, “Eye-yam jayast gittin’ chayn-gid. Deenir’s own th’ stow-ve. Reyet wit’ ye, bow-ees.” Kind of funny, actually. And sexy as fuck. There was a deep throatiness to her voice, that sensual timbre you’d expect from a nine-hundred number call girl. He’d noticed it when he listened to Ryder talk to her on the phone earlier, but had assumed he’d misheard because his brain was still swimming in lust from that kiss.
Apparently not. Curious now, wondering what kind of woman went with that kind of voice, A.J. turned toward the hallway across the living room and waited.
And felt all the breath leave his lungs in a silent whoosh when Lyss finally appeared.
Holy God, she was incredible. More striking than pretty, she had high cheekbones, full lips, and a slightly up-turned nose. Long bangs framed a high, aristocratic forehead while mile after mile of wavy, dark-brown hair spilled across her shoulders and down her back. Her shoulders were bared by an emerald-green tank top, while her thighs were lovingly molded by a pair of dark-blue jeans. She wasn’t one of those tiny stick women, either. Lyss had meat on her bones, and she had to be at least five-foot-seven. Luscious curves met his gaze everywhere he looked, from full, high breasts to rounded hips. She wasn’t overweight, though. Just full-figured. And hot damn, what a gorgeous figure it was.
While A.J. just stared, Lyss gave him an obvious once-over, then met his eyes with a dazzling smile that took his breath away all over again. There was so much character in her face, so much life, it was almost painful to look at her. She was entrancing.
No wonder Ryder loved her. No wonder Ryder married her. Holy hell, it was taking everything A.J. had not to drop to his knees in open worship. This woman embodied every single one of his fantasies about women, from her height to her weight to the sheer vivacity in her eyes. She must have men drooling over her everywhere she went.
Guess I still like women, after all. And here I thought my problem was I’d fallen in love with Ryder all those years ago. But that wasn’t what killed my desire for Marian, was it? She just…wasn’t my type. Holy hell, how did I not see that sooner?
His mind going in a million different directions at once, A.J. missed seeing Lyss cross the living room. Next thing he knew, she was standing less than a foot away, looking up into his face with clear hazel eyes that pierced right through every wall he’d erected around his soul, seeing all of him—instantly. He’d never felt so bare in front of another person, and yet he didn’t feel threatened. On the contrary, Lyss made him feel…safe.
Which made no sense. At all.
“I’m so excited I finally get to meet you,” Lyss said softly. A.J. could do nothing but stare dumbly as she reached up and slid her index finger along his jawline. Electricity zapped from that one point of contact straight through his spine, setting off little shivers he had no hope of hiding. Lyss smirked knowingly and caressed him again. “I’ve been waiting for this, A.J. I’m so very, very glad you’re here right now.”
A.J. swallowed hard. “I’m happy to meet you, too, Lyss. Ryder has a lot of great things to say about you.”
She grinned at him, making A.J.’s heart do a funny little dance. “Is that right? Well, did he also tell you I make a mean chicken and dumplings? ‘Cause that’s what I’ve got for ya’ll tonight. You hungry?”
Not for food. But he nodded anyway. “Sure.”
Ryder, who had been silent throughout their meeting, suddenly came up behind A.J., pressing A.J.’s shoulder blades against that hard chest as he lightly circled A.J.’s waist with both hands. That deep, rumbly voice sounded right by A.J.’s ear. “I’m going to go change. You guys get acquainted. I’ll be right back.”
A.J. couldn’t think, let alone respond. Not when they were standing on either side of him, caging him between them. Ryder’s heat blanketed his back, his body a wall of solid muscle strong enough to hold A.J. up no matter how weak he got. Lyss’s inviting curves so tantalizingly close, her hand still caressing his jaw and neck, provided a temptation unlike anything A.J. had ever experienced before. Between the two of them, his mind just…stopped.
His mouth, unfortunately, didn’t.
“I kissed your husband,” A.J. gasped.
Mortified, he cringed, waiting for their anger.
But Lyss surprised him with a laugh. “I know,” she said with a cheeky little grin.
Ryder snorted. “He means today.”
A.J. sucked in a breath as Lyss glanced at Ryder over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
Ryder’s shoulders moved up and down in what must have been a shrug. “He was talking nonsense. It was the only way I could think of to shut him up.”
Little bit of a Q&A sess with Rhiannon...
Thanks for joining me, Rhiannon! Can you tell us a bit about the premise for Saints United?
Thanks for having me
Since the first two books in the series focused on submissives who had little or no experience with the lifestyle (and thus the stories were about introducing them to their true selves), I wanted this book to be more about the life of a submissive who knows exactly who and what he is. I wanted to show some of the darker aspects of D/s, while also highlighting the fact that pain and impact play are not necessary for living a D/s lifestyle. This book is more about the dynamics in a D/s menage relationship, with a Dom, a Switch, and a submissive male, all of whom are well-versed in the lifestyle itself and therefore are more focused on learning about their relationship with each other, rather than in learning each other’s kinks.
Saints United tells the story of a Dom/Switch couple, Ryder and Lyss St. Claire, who have always yearned for a true third to join their relationship. Enter Andre “AJ” Johannes. Sparks fly as the three discover their dynamic, and the story follows their journey toward forming a lasting bond with each other.
Tell us more about the characters. Who are Ryder, Lyss, and A.J.?
Ryder is a southern boy from a blue-blood family—every male in his family tree has been a cop. He is 6’2″, with short brown hair, a trimmed beard and mustache, and beautiful amber-colored eyes. He’s also a rebel, with half-sleeve arm tattoos and full chest and back pieces. He is a Dom, but not your standard 24/7 variety like most seem to be (in romance novels, that is.) Ryder is a bedroom Dom, with clearly defined boundaries for when and how he shows his Dominant side. Outside the bedroom (or the dungeon playroom), he’s just your average guy, dealing with annoying bosses, crazy work schedules, and trying to support his family. Inside the bedroom, he turns on like a nine-thousand-watt light bulb, and his Dominant nature comes roaring to the fore. Overall, I feel as if Ryder is one of the more realistic characters I’ve ever written. He’s not some perfect Dom who was born knowing what to do and can’t help shoving his Dominant nature in the faces of everyone he comes across. He is a Dom more like the kind you find in the real world, who have real lives and real jobs and can’t afford to be Dominant all the time. His personality has an interesting dynamic, which I hope readers will relate to. He certainly rings true for me, since I know quite a few men just like him!
Lyss is a sweet, sassy Southern belle with roots in small-town Georgia. She has long, wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, along with a slightly up-turned nose and a curvaceous figure. She was a practicing Domme for years before she met Ryder and learned the true meaning of submission. Now she Switches for her husband, and she absolutely loves being his sub. But, there’s also something missing. Lyss didn’t stop being a Domme when she met Ryder, and those urges are still there. She misses having a submissive man at her beck and call, but also knows that Ryder can’t be that for her. For Lyss, this story is about the emotional journey, going from Domme to sub to Switch and back again, while also helping her husband claim the man he’s always wanted. She wants nothing more than to make Ryder happy, and if making him happy also gives her the opportunity to exercise her Domme side, all the better.
A.J. is half-white, half-latino, with blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. He’s a computer nerd, with several different college degrees and accolades under his belt. He’s not so good on the social skills, though, and his personal life has been a total disaster since he ran from his first and only true love, Ryder. His marriage fell apart six months ago, and now he’s looking for a new start in a new city. But, there’s a hell of a lot more to A.J. than meets the eye. He discovered BDSM through a friend, and he desperately yearns for a way into that lifestyle. Not just playing in a club, or submitting to random Dominants for a one-night stand. He knows exactly who he is and what he wants—and doesn’t want—-from the lifestyle, and he’s not willing to settle for meaningless kink just to scratch his itch. When A.J. discovers that Ryder and Lyss are living the lifestyle he so desperately wants, he truly believes that he’s finally found a way to be who he wants while also being with the two people he loves more than life itself. What could go wrong?
What’s the most important thing that you want readers to learn from this book?
That pain and impact play are not essential to living a D/s lifestyle, for starters. So many people shy away from BDSM because they believe that bondage and masochism are required elements. They are not. You can live a D/s lifestyle without having to enjoy pain and bondage play of any kind. There’s so much more to it than those two things, yet so many believe that’s all there is. My hope is that readers will begin to see that there is no “one true way” and that D/s is always about what works for you, personally.
Is there anything else readers should know about this story?
This story was very personal for me, in a lot of aspects. Some of the scenarios are straight out of my personal playbook I hope my readers will enjoy the story, but also realize that this book is just one author’s interpretation of the lifestyle. The way my characters practice is the same way that I practice, so it is very personal. But, that doesn’t mean that my way is “right” way, and I am not by any means trying to get anyone to believe that my way is the only way. I write my stories with the simple hope that people will read them and understand that there are many, many ways to live the lifestyle, and that just because you tend to see certain aspects of it more often than others doesn’t mean that there aren’t other way’s to practice. There is NO right way. Just YOUR way.
|Posted on January 15, 2015 at 12:00 AM||comments (0)|
Michael Reynolds, ex Royal Marine and SBS (special forces) has been deep undercover in the Russian Mafia for two years. He hates his assignment, but because his mother was Russian, he was called upon to infiltrate the organisation by MI5. Now called Mikel, he has been tasked by his mafia bosses with finding girls in Eastern Europe who are to be put to work in the sex industry in New Orleans with the empty promise of a better life in the USA.
Mikel meets Lilly Summers in a Mafia owned club and starts a relationship with her, but soon backs away when he realises he is getting in too deep and doesn't want Lilly to get involved in his current life or to be dragged into the organisation he works in. But Lilly starts working for Mikel's Mafia boss and his love for Lilly grows.
When Mikel is encouraged to go further undercover by his MI5 boss than he is comfortable with, putting his relationship on the line, he finds himself in a battle between reality and the counterfeit life he has created for himself, but when he finds out Lilly is not all she is supposed to be, that is where his troubles really start.
But Michael is troubled in other ways....what's in his nightmares and what is the significance of the large tattoo that covers his back?
interview with an author
"The Jasmine Tree is my favourite book so far. I have grown as an author over the past year and although I love The Right Turn and The New Dawn, The Jasmine Tree is a much harder story with Michael and Lilly being strong people in their own right, but together they make the story come alive.
I got the idea for The Jasmine Tree when I was in New Orleans in 2014. We went on a scandal tour where the tour guide explained to us about the Russian Mafia taking over the seedier side of life in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and how they import girls from Eastern Europe with the promise of a better life in the USA, but realistically they are drugged and put to work in the strip clubs in Bourbon Street in the French Quarter. When they are hooked on heroin and are burnt out, the girls go 'missing'.
It intrigued me and I couldn't wait to get home and put pen to paper (or fingers to ipad). Ten weeks later The Jasmine Tree was ready to go to my Beta readers and the feed back I got from my four strong team was that this was the best book yet. I hope you like it as much as us.
I found the image of Michael when I was searching through thousands of images for the couple for the front cover of The New Dawn. As soon as I saw him I knew he was to be my half Russian main man and with Lilly in the background of the image I think it gives the moody atmosphere of the complex storyline that takes place on the streets of London, through Europe, into New Orleans and a little of the Caribbean thrown in too."
Other books by Gayle Cranfield www.bookstrand.com/gayle-cranfield
|Posted on January 14, 2015 at 12:00 AM||comments (0)|
Today my guest on my blog is Cecile Tellier. Cecile is a published author with Siren Publishing who lives in the USA. This book is M/F paranormal romance.
This is Cecile's second book for Siren which was released today, 14th January 2015. www.bookstrand.com/binding-dreams
Here is the synopsis...
Raerdel Sullivan had no family, no friends, and no one to miss her when a Queen of the light fae decided to kidnap her. Waking up in the faerie realm, she was soon thrust into a world that was not familiar. Meeting Lord Sindri and learning of the Queen’s intention that she be his new wife were also a culture shock. Sindri had never contemplated anything more than a marriage of convenience and found himself enamored with the stubborn mortal girl. Raerdel agrees reluctantly to be courted by Sindri for a full moon cycle, however it would soon be discovered that Sindri and the light Queen were not the only faeries interested in Raerdel.
It will take all Sindri can do to save Raerdel from those who would invade her very dreams and force her to a worse fate than she could conceive of. Love sparks reluctantly for Raerdel, however Sindri is soon targeted by those whom they have thwarted and it is Raerdel’s intention to save them both and have a chance at the love neither had ever felt before. Can they escape the shadows that follow them and make their dreams come true?
other books by Cecile can be found here www.bookstrand.com/cecile-tellier
Cecile Tellier holds Masters degrees in Special Education as well as Criminal Justice: Law. She lives in upstate NY with her husband and two children. She got her start in writing as early as high school and has been published in poetry anthologies and freelance erotica. Cecile is part of a wonderfully supportive RWA critique group lovingly referred to as the Round Robbins. Cecile believes that everything in life that can be accomplished should and has endeavored to live up to this whether it was starting a flat track roller derby league or writing the next great romance novel.
I asked Cecile a few questions about herself
Q: When did you begin writing?
A: My first creative writing stint began when I was in junior high as I began writing poetry and then stories. I then began reporting and writing for the local high school newspaper when I graduated. The idea of love has always been a large motivator for my writing.
Q: Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)?
A: I’m unsure of how strange this is but I can’t write without music on. The genre of what I listen to varies depending on what I’m working on. I attribute this to having ADHD (seriously) as I’ve never been comfortable with complete silence.
Q: What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?
A: Don’t let market trends, friends, or fans dictate what you write. If something is in you to be written put it to paper. Worry about selling it after. Get it out first.
Q: What literary character is most like you?
A: I am very much sarcastic in the way that Raerdel is in Binding Dreams.
Q: Which famous person, living or dead would you like to meet and why?
A: John Wayne, most of the men in my life have reminded me of him in one way or another. He was a great man who was very patriotic and unabashedly said what he felt.
Q: Do you write only paranormal romances?
A: I write whatever is in me to write at that time. I have a fondness for paranormal romances but I certainly don’t limit myself that way.
Other books by Cecile can be found on the Bookstrand website www.bookstrand.com/cecile-tellier or at an Amazon near you!
|Posted on January 13, 2015 at 12:20 AM||comments (0)|
Today I have joining me Jacqueline Anne, a multi-published author from USA.
Jacqueline is very excited to reveal the cover for her new book, Awakening the Willow's Heart which is a M/F Erotic Romance.
I am feeling very honored that she has chosen my blog to help her reveal to you, my readers, this beautiful image.
It is an amazing cover; I love the green of the Willow Tree against the silhouette of the trunk and the autumnal look that the leaves on the ground give to the whole scene. Perhaps, like me, it conjures up memories of a favourite walk long forgotten...hmm...have I neglected to mention anything else??? Oh yeah... the amazing stud in the foreground...wow...we do love a bit of Caden Walker don't we?
I hope you love this cover as much as I and that you give Jacqueline all the support possible by buying Awakening the Willow's Heart which has a tentative release date of 11th Feb 2015.....and I think you will join me in looking forward to Caden revealing a little more than just his chest when Jacqueline fuels your imagination to help that happen in February....Phew (Gayle says fanning herself) I need a cold shower.
Jaqueline has put together a beautiful trailer for you to watch for Awakening the Willow's Heart, here is the link below
Email: [email protected]
Amazon Author: www.amazon.com/author/jacquelineanne
|Posted on January 10, 2015 at 12:00 AM||comments (2)|
Today I have joining me on my Blog Elodie Parkes.
Elodie Parkes is a multi-published British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home
Her current title, which was released on 23rd December is an Erotic fantasy/romance from Siren Publishing and Elodie Parkes
When Simi finds a pretty old candlestick among the discarded props in the company storeroom, she never imagines it will grant her dearest wish. There’s something mysterious about the carved candlestick, but Simi is drawn to it. She’s saved a red candle from a box she bought years ago in an antique shop, and intends to use the candlestick to hold the last candle and make her solitary Christmas lunch more festive. It’s Christmas Eve, there’s sleet in the wind, Simi slips, but Jason catches her. Who is Jason? Where has he suddenly appeared from in the night?
Simi looks into the eyes of this gorgeous man and sparks fly …
Thank you for hosting ‘Candle Magic’ on your blog today. Thank you so much to all my readers. I write from my heart so you have a piece of it. Have a great 2015.
About the book:
I got the idea for this story very late at night as I shivered in a sudden downpour of rain on my way home from work. It was still summer at the time and although late, the sky was still quite light. That happens in Britain where I live and often dawn comes in at around 3.30 a.m. How do I know this? I’m often still up writing or playing around with graphics for book covers. I’m lucky because my day job is in shifts so often I can grab a few hours’ sleep and still get to work on time.
My hero, Jason Chandler, doesn’t know what he is. Maybe an angel, or a spirit, he only knows he’s given assignments to fulfill by the enigmatic higher powers of the universe. This assignment is different, and when he finds himself materialize beside Simi, my heroine, he’s instantly hopeful that his lonely existence is about to change.
Although the action in Candle Magic starts on Christmas Eve this story can be read at anytime. It’s full of love and magic.
The mist parted. The sight of a man walking toward her captured her in a spell. Simi stared at him, unable to move.
He flowed slowly toward her, and then he was there in front of her, extending his arms to hold her. His cornflower blue eyes, fringed with dark lashes, filled with emotion. He smiled at Simi and she registered how handsome he was, how completely gorgeous he was, before magically she was in his arms. He held her close.
Gratitude surged through her. Her heart opened to soak up the love he gave her. His face close, Simi yearned for his lips on hers, and then—he kissed her. It charged her whole body with such a surge of raw sexual energy her pussy drenched her inner thighs. She drifted in a heavy fog of his kiss-induced lust.
The softness of his lips changed from a gentle, loving merging to a hungry searching as her tongue met his.
Naked in his arms, Simi pressed against his hard body, her clothes strangely gone. Yet she accepted that as ordinary when his hands swept over her skin and grabbed her ass to lift her against his body. Her stomach contacted the hard column of his erect cock, and she sighed into his mouth.
COPYRIGHT ELODIE PARKES and SIREN PUBLISHING 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
FIND the book: www.bookstrand.com/elodie-parkes
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