Monday, July 30, 2012

Campin' Time!

My feral children, the hubs and I are heading off to the deep woods of Western New York for the week. We'll be tent campin', bikin', swimming and being lazy! 

I'll be spending my lazing time writing and trying to get a couple of WIP's finished. But, for your viewing pleasure, I'm leaving you with a couple sexy pics, an excerpt or three, and a wish that your week is fast and painless.


A hand stroked up her calf and rested lightly on top of her mound, warm and heavy. He stroked lightly down her other leg. He lifted his hand from her and took his warmth with him. She couldn’t hear him and strained to sense his location in the room. Fear, thick and sour, coated her tongue. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her but her instincts were screaming to lift the blindfold. She panted with the effort to lie still.
“I want you to lie there and listen to me for a moment. You and I are embarking on a journey tonight. We’re going to explore your submissive nature and I’m going to prove that I can dominate you. You will address me as Sir, and you will do what I say. You will not be allowed to make any decisions other than to submit to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Heather’s belly quivered and her answer shook. His voice was hard, his tone was commanding and she was wet.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to take away your sense of hearing. Don’t forget the children are sleeping, so you are to stay as quiet as you can. Oh, and you are not allowed to move,” he said in a whisper right next to her ear. She felt his breath, soft and warm, tickle across her shoulder. Goose bumps rose along her arms. Headphones slid over her ears and the soft swish of ocean waves drowned out all other sounds. Alarm trickled through her thoughts, making her wet and heated at her core.



Nick cleared his throat and waited. He watched a beautiful shade of pink creep across her cheeks. He silently sighed. They were back to being strangers again, even after sharing amazing releases not six hours before. He couldn’t go back to pretending they weren’t meant for each other. He refused to ignore the need he felt coursing through his body at the moment. Even watching her wipe coffee from her hands was making him hot. He wanted her naked under him, thrusting into her body until she refused to ignore her need for him. The taste of her had done nothing but whet his appetite for more. He needed to feel her coming around his cock, squeezing him while gasping his name. He wanted to feel her teeth bite into him as he came. He wanted her to mark him, claim him, own him.
“Willie. I’m not going anywhere, so you might as well look at me.”
“No,” she whispered. “I can’t do this, Nick, I just can’t. You mess with my head too much for me to try and deal with this today.”
He strode through the kitchen and crowded her against the cupboards. With a single finger, he nudged her head up, forcing her to look at him. Fear and confusion clouded her chocolate eyes. “There isn’t anything to deal with, love. I’m not going to pressure you into anything, and you’re definitely not going to come after me, so we’re fine.”
He watched something close to disappointment move through her eyes before she clamped down her features and the smooth mask of disinterest descended. He sighed at the loss of openness. Perhaps when all this was over she would be willing to open up to him, to share herself with him instead of hiding.

Have a great week. Wish me luck!

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Sensual Saturday- Valentine Master

 My latest release, Valentine Master....


Blurb:
Heather’s marriage is on the rocks and she knows it. Since she told her husband Mick that she craved domination in the bedroom, he’s been secretive and strange, spending his evenings away from home. All Heather’s expecting as a Valentine’s Day surprise is divorce papers.

So when she comes home from work to find Mick randy and ready to go with a kinky box of tricks, Heather can hardly believe her luck. Mick has mastered his reluctance to dominate his wife—and now he’s going to master her.


Excerpt:

He separated her folds and slicked his fingers in her juices, sliding them up and down her slit before pushing a finger into her opening. She knew she was wet already and blushed with embarrassment. What would he think of her wanton behavior and her reaction to this? Would he be disgusted by her obvious arousal at being tied down and forced to behave?
Her thoughts were pushed out of her mind when he started moving his hand. He slowly thrust in and out of her pussy with a single finger while resting his palm on her mound. When a second finger was added and rubbed her walls up against her pubic bone, Heather squirmed and felt her muscles starting to clench. The slow, circular rubbing drove her slowly toward an orgasm. She moved her hips in time with his fingers, trying to urge him to put just a little more pressure on her clit. She whined when he pulled his fingers out of her. He spread her wetness up to her nub and slowly glided a finger through her folds down to her puckered anus and back. The torturous slow, soft touch forced her to center all thought on those movements, those feelings. Every cell was centered on those fingers, those slippery digits sliding through her own cream. She could feel the release building. Her muscles tightened, legs quaked and she sucked in a breath. She needed a little more, just a little more. All too soon his hand lifted, leaving her aching.
She jumped slightly as warm breath and then a wet tongue flicked over a nipple, then cool air blew across her breast. She sighed as the same attention was paid to her other nipple. A small shift of the mattress told her something else was coming out of the box. She swallowed her question. Must keep quiet, can’t move.
Something soft and light caressed over her breast, circling around the nipple and continuing outward in ever-growing circles. She guessed it was a feather, and shivered.
He moved the feather over her breasts in small circles, flicking it over her nipples. She fought the urge to move, to beg him for something. She jumped when he moved to her belly, tickling down her sides and across her ribs. As he moved it along the insides of her arms she shook with another shiver.
Goosebumps rose and fell in the wake of his movements. He ran the feather down the crease between her thigh and slit, then up across her mound. Her skin tingled with each stroke, becoming more sensitive. She could almost guess where it would fall next as the air moved over her skin. Every nerve was focused on those light touches. She moaned deep in her throat as he moved the feather over her nipples and around her breasts again. Each pass was soft and light and torturous.
She tried to arch her back, inviting him to touch her more, and gasped at a stinging slap on her thigh. The smack hadn’t really hurt but it snapped her thoughts back to his direction before he’d put the headphones on her. It echoed through her head again—you are not to move. Heat enveloped her body. He really was taking control and there was nothing she could do about it.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Valentine Master on Amazon

Yep, its up on Amazon now!



Heather’s marriage is on the rocks and she knows it. Ever since she told her husband Mick that she craved domination in the bedroom, he’s been secretive and strange, spending his evenings away from home. All Heather’s expecting as a Valentine’s Day surprise is divorce papers.

So when she comes home from work to find Mick randy and ready to go with a kinky box of tricks, Heather can hardly believe her luck. Mick has mastered his reluctance to dominate his wife—and now he’s going to master her.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Valentine Master Release Day!!!

 

I'm over at Hennessee Andrews' blog today with Hump Day pictures in celebration of Valentine Master's release day!

You can check out the book here as well.  

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Valentine Master releases tomorrow!

Valentine Master releases tomorrow through Ellora's Cave

It's a story of love, submission, and devotion within a marriage. Heather needs domination in the bedroom, Mick isn't sure he can deliver but he is determined to try.

Check out the "Coming Soon" page

Here is an excerpt from Valentine Master.


Heather scrambled to do as she was told. Moving with her hands bound together was a challenge, but she loved the feeling of being restricted. Her hands shook with tension and arousal. Each time she tried to do something and tugged on the restraints she got a little hotter, a little wetter. When she pulled the blankets back she noticed there were towels laid out on the bed. She quirked an eyebrow and glanced at her husband. When he did nothing but look at her with increasing irritation, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself as instructed. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of contentment. Just the feel of the leather snugly wrapped around her wrists sent a shiver through her body. She opened her eyes and watched her husband attach a strap to her wrist cuffs. She gave a slight tug just to feel the lack of movement afforded by her restraints. Muscles relaxed that she hadn’t even known were tense as she felt her control slipping. The knot in her stomach from the stress of the week started to unravel. With each exhalation she melted further into the mattress. Her whirling thoughts started to slow, quiet invaded her mind . A sigh escaped her lips.

With interest, Heather opened her eyes to watch her husband dip his hand into the box of treasures. A thrill went through her body as a long, black silk scarf came slithering out, wrapped loosely around his fist.

“Close your eyes, pet. I’m taking away your sense of sight.” He slowly slid the cool silk across Heather’s breasts, then gently wrapped it around her eyes and tied it. “Can you see anything, Heather?”

Thanks for visiting. I'll be over at Hennessee Andrew's blog tomorrow celebrating the release!

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Half in Love- TRR Review




My very first review site review...
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Book Reviewed by Katie Cody (reviewer)
[ Review Posted: Jul 20, 2012 ]
Sometimes fate knows what's best.

Willie just wants to relax for a few minutes watching the waters of Lake Erie. Instead she ends up with a drugged male vampire and she couldn't resist helping him. Things get worse for her when her inner kitty starts sniffing around the vampire. She then realizes fate's evil sense of humor is in full swing. It's bad enough being a shifter-vampire hybrid, but having a vampire as her fated mate is way too much for Willie.

The vampire in question, Nickola, finds her to be irresistibly breathtaking and has no problem with helping along fate's plans. Unfortunately, the vampire that Nickola was investigating, Stephen, takes aim at them with the intent to either pull Nick to his side or kill him. Will their love last the test of Stephen's scheming and the Council's new interest in Willie?

HALF IN LOVE is a fun and exciting story of romance and interfering vampires. I loved seeing the relationship between Nick and Willie bloom. These two were great together and the dangerous enemies that try and tear them apart kept me riveted to the pages.

Willie is feisty and has a stubborn streak a mile long, but she may have just met her match in Nick. She was a fun character to get to know and I had a great time seeing her try to resist Nick.

Nick was sweet and sexy. His attempts to persuade Willie ranged from hilarious and romantic to downright temptation incarnate. These two were a great team and I couldn't wait to see how everything worked out.

For a fun and exciting new read, check out HALF IN LOVE by Lea Barrymire!
        
   

When Darkness Falls Winner....

And the winner is....

Carolyn Rosewood

Chosen by Random.org

Thanks everyone for entering. I'll be offering another copy of Valentine Master next week on its release date!

Lea

Friday, July 20, 2012

Shifter vs Vamp... The Interview


Amazon.com
Amazon.com
  Kelli Scott and I interviewed two of our paranormal heroes. We hope you enjoy the chat we had with them.











Lea: I wanted to thank Grant for letting us hold our interview at his lovely resort in Mystic Springs. It's absolutely beautiful here. Kelli and I thought it would be fun to get the two of you together and chat about your stories, your likes and dislikes, that sort of thing. Why don't you introduce yourselves and tell us something about you.

Nick: Lea and Kelli, it is a great honor to be interviewed by you lovely ladies. *turning to Grant and nods* Shifter. *turning back to Lea* My name is Nickola, but you may call me Nick. As you both know, I am vampire and have been for some time. I currently live in Buffalo, New York, but I am sure that will change eventually.

Grant: *clears throat* It’s my pleasure to have you all here in Mystic Springs. If you think the scenery is beautiful now, you should see it during the day. *eyes Nick critically before turning back to Lea* My name is Grant. Grant Grayson. I’m the mayor of Mystic Springs, Washington. And as the vamp—I mean Nick said, I’m a wolf shifter. Always have been. Always will be. Proud of it.


Kelli: I have a question. *raises hand* Is it true there is bad blood between vampires and shifters? And if so, what started the feud?

Grant: I got this. *turns to Nick* If you don’t mind me going first. *Nick dismisses him with a wave of his hand* The hostility originated back in the old country. No one even knows what started the dispute. But we’ve evolved over the centuries—as men *glances at Nick* or whatever. And here we are, a shifter and a vampire sitting down together without being at each other’s throats, so to speak. That’s progress.

Nick: *nods* That sums it up nicely. I’ve found over my many years that most shifters are acceptable people. I know some of my kind have not forgiven the actions of the furry ones, but I can’t hold a grudge for something not done directly to me. *shrugging* Now I have Willie to content with if I start complaining about anyone that has an animal side.

Lea: I want to know about what is true or myth regarding your races. Vampires and shifters have been getting a lot of press lately between movies and books. So, Nick let’s start with you. Reflections, flying, blood drinking?

Nick: Hmm, you know some of these things I am not allowed to answer. I can give you the PR’s version, if you would like. *sighing* Vampires are genetically altered humans. Yes, we all started as a human. Through a process, which I cannot explain here, a human is injected with a virus. Over a very short period of time the virus spreads and changes a person into vampire. *turning slightly and addressing Grant* Don’t you hate when humans ask you these questions? Drives me insane. Same questions over and over again. *turning back to Lea* I drink blood, can eat if I want to, but my body can’t breakdown or absorb food any longer. I can’t fly, although that would be wonderful. I can have pictures taken and see myself in the mirror. I haven’t become magical, I’m just changed at the cellular level.

Lea: Well, didn’t need the attitude, Nick. Remember I’m working on your second book. *turning to Grant* How about you? What do we *using air quotes* ‘humans’ get right, and wrong, about shifters?

Grant: Contrary to popular belief, I am not a monster. I am a human, Lea. Very human. *Grant and Nick fist bump* I’m not a werewolf either. Let’s say I bit you. *Lea looks at him warily* I wouldn’t, of course. But if I did, you wouldn’t grow fur and fangs, howl at the moon and join my pack. Some shifters call the change a curse or a burden. Others consider it a blessing. To me it just is what it is; inconvenient at times, but I’m never happier than when I’ve shed my clothes and I’m free to run wild. Shifting is also genetic. Unlike vamps—*clears throat*—vampires, shifting is something a person is born with. The trait is passed from generation to generation. What’s next?


Kelli: Let’s talk about love. In your opinions, when it comes to destiny and love do you believe there is one true love fated or predetermined for each person…shifter…vampire. Or does every “being” have free will in regards to love?

Grant: I believe in both. I firmly believe I was destined to meet and mate my high school sweetheart, Molly. My first wife. *gets choked up* She was also a wolf shifter. We were so much alike. She finished my sentences for me. Molly was my better half. She made me want to be a better man. After her death, I never thought I’d love again. *Grant pauses, taking in a deep breath, letting it out slowly* Then came Ivy. We are nothing alike. But with that said, she finishes my sentences too, but not the way I’d have finished them. She also challenges me and makes me a better man. A better leader. Hopefully a better husband soon and someday a father. And no, she’s not going to have a litter of puppies, so don’t even ask.

Nick: Nice, man. *nodding at Grant* Vampires tend not to believe in fate. We usually don’t take permanent mates. It’s part of being so long lived. No matter how much you love someone, after hundreds of years sometimes it gets old. I’ve had long term relationships with females throughout my lifetime, but no one struck me like Willie. The minute I saw her, even in a drugged state, I knew she was mine. Something primal took over and I wanted to claim her. *snickering* It took a lot more time to convince her that we were going to be great mates. Now that we are mated, she is my other half. I didn’t know I was incomplete until she strode into my life.

Lea: Wow, guys. *wiping her eyes* That was beautiful. We’ll have to make sure the girls see this interview, they can get all choked up, too. Let’s go with something a little less sappy. What are a couple of changes you’ve had to make going from being a bachelor to having a mate?

Nick: Willie has been a wonderful addition to my life. *clearing throat* She is a bed hog though, and steals the covers whenever we rest together. I’ve also stopped dining out. She prefers to share my meals, so we order in.

Grant: *turns to Nick* While you’re in town, I’d prefer you two take your *makes air quotes* “meals” in the dining hall. *Nick rolls eyes* *Grant turns to Lea* Whether I’m man or mutt, I’m very domesticated, Lea. Being alone, I felt adrift and worked way too much. I feel balance now. And chaos, beautiful chaos, if that makes sense. Ivy is like walking, talking pandemonium. And since she doesn’t clean, and at the request of the Mystic Springs Fire Department, she shouldn’t cook, we’re looking for part time help. *looks at watch* Are we done here?

Kelli: One more question, please. Our fans and readers want to know, do you guys wear boxers, briefs or go commando? And when it comes to sexual positions—what’s your fav? Doggy style? I’m right, aren’t I? It’s doggy style.

Nick: That’s two questions.

Grant: Really, Kelli? You’re going there? I thought we had an agreement. Never mind. *sighs* I wear boxers. And I think you know the answer to that second one. *turns to Nick* Nick?

Nick: *staring pointedly at Lea until she blushes* I thought we weren’t going into anything sexual, Lea. *snorting* Fine. I tend to wear boxers but am fond of commando if the need arises. Sexually. Well, I would say any position that gets me into Willie is my favorite. How is that for an answer? *fist bumps Grant*

Lea: Thanks guys for taking the time to chat. Both of your books are available so people can check them out and read the stories. Kelli, thanks for coming along and getting Grant to spend some time with us. 

 Below are the blurbs and places to find information for both books:


Hair of the Dog- When Grant, mayor of Mystic Springs, asks Ivy to run the Mystic Springs resort, she’s so thrilled, she accepts the job without so much as visiting the town first. Then she arrives and meets Grant—and her goals change. She got her dream job, and now she wants Grant…preferably at her mercy in the bedroom.Grant’s inner animal is desperate to take Ivy. And he’s not joking about the “animal” part—Grant and most of the Mystic Springs residents are shifters. The spring is more than a landmark, it’s the touchstone that grounds their powers and keeps them on the human side of the shifter spectrum. But the spring is running dry…The townspeople are convinced Ivy is the woman who was prophesied to rejuvenate the spring. Local legend is rife with rumors of sex rites that might help, and Grant’s only too happy to give them a go. He just has to convince Ivy that he’s the man—er, wolf?—for her.

Kelli Scott:
http://www.facebook.com/kelli.scott.5
http://www.kelliscottbooks.blogspot.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Kelli-Scott/e/B004MNCIPQ/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1342528829&sr=1-2-ent



Half in Love- Willie Krenshaw wanted nothing more than a few minutes watching the waters of Lake Erie after a long workday. What she ended up with was a drugged male vampire and an itch to be a Good Samaritan. When her inner kitty starts sniffing around at the male she's helping, she knows Fate's evil sense of humor is in full swing. Being a shifter-vampire hybrid is hard enough, but having a male vampire as her fated mate is just too much. Nickola, the vampire she assists, finds her breathtaking and does all he can to push Fate's agenda. Stephen is the male vampire Nickola is investigating for the Council. He takes aim at the couple, intent on pulling Nick to his side or killing him. Between Stephen's scheming and the Council's interest in Willie, can they survive the chaos long enough to test the depths of their passions?

Lea Barrymire:
www.LeaBarrymire.com
http://www.amazon.com/Lea-Barrymire/e/B00880JYRY/ref=sr_tc_2_rm?qid=1342528857&sr=1-2-ent

 

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

One Week Until Valentine Master's Release

It's an exciting time for Team Lea. Okay, even if Team Lea is only me. LOL

Valentine Master, my debut story with Ellora's Cave, releases July 25th, one week from today. To kick off the countdown I've included a 'never before seen' excerpt. 

And, you can enter to win a copy of it at the When Darkness Falls Bloghop. Click here to go to that post.


Blurb:
Heather’s marriage is on the rocks and she knows it. Since she told her husband Mick that she craved domination in the bedroom, he’s been secretive and strange, spending his evenings away from home. All Heather’s expecting as a Valentine’s Day surprise is divorce papers.

So when she comes home from work to find Mick randy and ready to go with a kinky box of tricks, Heather can hardly believe her luck. Mick has mastered his reluctance to dominate his wife—and now he’s going to master her.


Excerpt:

He separated her folds and slicked his fingers in her juices, sliding them up and down her slit before pushing a finger into her opening. She knew she was wet already and blushed with embarrassment. What would he think of her wanton behavior and her reaction to this? Would he be disgusted by her obvious arousal at being tied down and forced to behave?
Her thoughts were pushed out of her mind when he started moving his hand. He slowly thrust in and out of her pussy with a single finger while resting his palm on her mound. When a second finger was added and rubbed her walls up against her pubic bone, Heather squirmed and felt her muscles starting to clench. The slow, circular rubbing drove her slowly toward an orgasm. She moved her hips in time with his fingers, trying to urge him to put just a little more pressure on her clit. She whined when he pulled his fingers out of her. He spread her wetness up to her nub and slowly glided a finger through her folds down to her puckered anus and back. The torturous slow, soft touch forced her to center all thought on those movements, those feelings. Every cell was centered on those fingers, those slippery digits sliding through her own cream. She could feel the release building. Her muscles tightened, legs quaked and she sucked in a breath. She needed a little more, just a little more. All too soon his hand lifted, leaving her aching.
She jumped slightly as warm breath and then a wet tongue flicked over a nipple, then cool air blew across her breast. She sighed as the same attention was paid to her other nipple. A small shift of the mattress told her something else was coming out of the box. She swallowed her question. Must keep quiet, can’t move.
Something soft and light caressed over her breast, circling around the nipple and continuing outward in ever-growing circles. She guessed it was a feather, and shivered.
He moved the feather over her breasts in small circles, flicking it over her nipples. She fought the urge to move, to beg him for something. She jumped when he moved to her belly, tickling down her sides and across her ribs. As he moved it along the insides of her arms she shook with another shiver.
Goosebumps rose and fell in the wake of his movements. He ran the feather down the crease between her thigh and slit, then up across her mound. Her skin tingled with each stroke, becoming more sensitive. She could almost guess where it would fall next as the air moved over her skin. Every nerve was focused on those light touches. She moaned deep in her throat as he moved the feather over her nipples and around her breasts again. Each pass was soft and light and torturous.
She tried to arch her back, inviting him to touch her more, and gasped at a stinging slap on her thigh. The smack hadn’t really hurt but it snapped her thoughts back to his direction before he’d put the headphones on her. It echoed through her head again—you are not to move. Heat enveloped her body. He really was taking control and there was nothing she could do about it.


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Tattoo Tuesday- 5


 
Hmm, decided I'd go wet and wild with my Tattoo Tuesday. Enjoy the inked yumminess!







Oops, that last one doesn't have any tattoos, but we can just image one, right?!

Friday, July 13, 2012

When the Darkness Falls Bloghop #DarkHop

When the Darkness Falls
Bloghop and Giveaway

July 13th thru July 21st

In celebration of a Friday the 13th AND it being Ms. Hennessee Andrews' Birthday... we are having a blog hop!


 

I sort of wish I wrote horror so I could put a scary snippet up, but I don't. So, instead, I went looking for the history of Friday the 13th. It seems to stem from a multitude of superstitions that all came together around 1907. Fridays have been looked at as "bad" for some time. Travelers in the 1800's would refuse to begin a journey on a Friday in hopes of avoiding it's influence. In 1907 a novel was written that seems to have sparked the whole phenomenon. 

Dan Brown also incorporated the myth of Friday the 13th's in The Da Vinci Code. There seems to be just enough pop-culture references throughout the years to continue feeding the superstition. Of course, the movies have put a whole new spin on the fear and for most of us that is what drives the superstition. By the way, watch the first one sometime. They are quite hokey, but the legend of how scary they are carry over to this day. Just ask any pre-teen around the first Friday the 13th of the year. 


I'm going to make this very simple. Leave me a comment with your email addy and you will be entered to win a copy of any of my backlist OR a copy of Valentine Master than releases July 25th! 

You can click HERE to read the blurb for each of my current releases.


Valentine Master: 

Heather’s marriage is on the rocks and she knows it. Since she told her husband, Mick, that she craved domination in the bedroom, he’s been secretive and strange, spending his evenings away from home. All Heather’s expecting as a Valentine’s Day surprise is divorce papers.

So when she comes home from work to find Mick randy and ready to go with a kinky box of tricks, Heather can hardly believe her luck. Mick has mastered his reluctance to dominate his wife – and now he’s going to master her.

Here's the legal mumbo jumbo:

- Entering this contest means you have read, understood, and agree with all rules and regulations stated.- Entrants must be 18 or older (or age of majority in your country) to enter and to win.- No purchase necessary.- Void where prohibited.- All stated rules are subject to change without notification or reason given.- Chances of winning vary widely based on the number of entries received.- Prize is as stated. No substitutions or exchanges.
- Contest host is not responsible to misrepresented/mistyped email addresses, spam filters, mailer daemons, and other internet wackiness that may crop up at the time of winner notification.


- Winners are final.- Contest Starts 00:01EST July 13th and Ends 12:59EST July 21st and open to International participants- Winners will be notified via email, twitter, or facebook no later than 12:00EST July 22rd -Respond by date to collect prize is 14 days from notification date.

Thank you so much for stopping by and make sure to visit the other participants!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Swag stuff is here!

I'm starting to prep for Ellora's Cave Romanticon in October. I designed Trading Cards for three of my books, two of which will be releasing soon from EC.





Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Tattoo Tuesday- Firefighter Edition

With the help of Pinterest, and specifically Nicole Austin, I've compiled some absolutely beautiful firemen that sport some ink. Enjoy, and thank a firefighter for doing their job! Saving lives is sexy no matter what their body type!




Saturday, July 7, 2012

Sensual Saturday- Cain's Salvation

Cain's Salvation is available on Amazon! I thought a sexy snippet might be a tantalizing way to celebrate his arrival.


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The Blurb:
[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, HEA] Cain was designed in a lab to be used as a super warrior called a Genophyte. Genophytes are programmed with military training, psychic powers, and diminished emotions. After buying out his contract with the company that built him, he uses the talents, including his empathic abilities, to run his own security firm. He was built without emotions, but that all changes when a dream shows him a female, Samantha, who needs his help. A glitch in his programming makes him susceptible to a primitive possessiveness when he meets the one female that can deal with his issues. From the moment he first sees her, he desperately wants her. His firm receives a call from her father. Sam was kidnapped and held for ransom. Cain and his employees are hired to fix the botched attempt to get her back. Their happiness rides on Cain’s ability to find her in time.



Here is a sexy snippet from Cain's Salvation to warm your hearts and other body parts! :o)

Cain walked to the edge of the bed, intent on burying himself in the warmth he instinctively knew was waiting for him. He watched Samantha stroke a hand down her own belly, drawing goose bumps from her skin. She slowly reached down her body and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. With slow, languid circles she rubbed her clit. She dipped a finger into her opening, and threw her head back with a sigh. Her other hand massaged a breast. She moaned as she rolled and tugged at the nipple. She opened her eyes and looked right into his soul.
“Please, Cain, I need to feel you inside me. Don’t make me wait,” she breathed out, just above a whisper. Her gray eyes shined with passion.
“No worries, love. I’ll be buried so deep inside you in a few minutes you won’t know where you end and I begin.” He climbed onto the bed, stalking her on all fours. He felt predatory, feral with need. He could smell her arousal perfuming the air and it was driving him crazy. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, stroking them with his tongue until she opened for him. He stroked his tongue into her mouth, caressed hers and dragged a soft sigh from her lips. He moved his mouth over her chin and down her neck, breathing her scent in. She smelled of warm woman and almond soap. When she leaned her head back to give him access to her throat, he licked down the column of her neck and nuzzled her shoulder. He bit her lightly, moving his tongue over the skin clamped between his teeth. The moan that escaped her throat made his cock throb.
He kissed the place he had bitten and leaned back to watch her face. Her eyes were closed and a slight smile tilted the corners of her mouth. He fought the urge to lean down and capture her lips once more. He wanted to be buried balls deep into her body, to feel the heat and tightness of her pussy milking his cock. “Now, roll over and show me that lovely ass of yours.”
Samantha opened her eyes and grinned. She slowly rolled over, keeping eye contact with him.  She got on hands and knees, spreading her legs. She leaned down and placed her head on the bed, moaning as he rubbed a hand over her lower spine and ass. She leaned back into his hand and wiggled slightly, giggling when he gave her a light smack. The giggles dissolved into a moan of pleasure when he moved his hand down and under her mound, pressing firmly against her folds. He nearly came when he felt the wet heat against his palm. Her skin was so soft and slick with her passion.
Cain moved between Samantha’s knees. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, pulsing against him. Her skin was smooth and soft under his calloused hand. He slowly ran his hands up her outer thighs, and grasped her hips. He kneaded her flesh, grinning at the whimper that escaped her lips. He pulled her back against his cock, nestling himself in her slick folds. Pumping his hips, he enjoyed the slick glide of his cock through her juices. “Oh, God, you’re so wet for me. What do you want, Samantha? What do you want me to do to you?”
She moaned and shoved back against his groin, wiggling her pussy against his cock. “Fuck me, Cain. Make me come with you inside me.”
Her plea pushed him closer to the building release. That vulgar request from her beautiful lips was too much. He leaned back and ran a finger down her ass, lightly circling her anus and moving lower until he could plunge his finger into her wet opening. The whimper that escaped her was animalistic. He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her hips and positioned the crown of his shaft at her opening. With a slick slide, he entered her to the hilt. They both groaned as he filled her. With her channel tightly wrapped around his shaft, shivers raced down his spine. He could feel slight tremors massaging his dick as he slid out of her warmth and rammed himself back in.
Cain wrapped his arm around her waist and slid two fingers into her folds, finding her swollen clit. He rubbed the nub with fast, tight circles, driving her toward her climax as he pounded into her pussy. He could feel her clit hardening, and her muscles tightened as she got closer. She mewed softly as she pushed back against his hand.
“Come for me. I want to feel you come around my cock,” he growled as he thrust into her. He smiled as she keened and her muscles clamped down on his cock. She came fast and strong, milking his shaft as he held himself deep inside her channel. He threw his head back and moaned as she tightened around him, forcing his release.
He tumbled both of them to their sides, pulling her snugly against his chest. He buried his nose in her hair and savored the smell that was uniquely Samantha’s. He closed his eyes in sated bliss, feeling both of their heart rates slowing.
“You can call me Sam, by the way. I don’t normally go by Samantha,” she said after she yawned. She wiggled closer into Cain’s arms. “I haven’t been called Samantha so much since I was a little kid.”
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Thursday, July 5, 2012

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20 days until Valentine Master releases (July 25th)...
 You can check out the blurb and excerpt here.

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Wow, I can't believe it, but Alpha in Hiding is available for pre-order through Amazon!

 

It releases August 29th, but you can order now and have it at 12:01am EST on the day of release! Check it out here.


Blurb:
It’s tough being the Alpha’s daughter. Emily Prescott spends half her life helping to manage the pack’s business and the other half putting horny he-wolves in their place. When her father sends her on a mission to bring a weak wolf into his shifter side, it seems like just another pain in her ass—until her bitch perks up and takes notice.

Seth has spent years fighting to keep his wolf at bay, but something about Emily brings out the animal in him. Wild sex with Emily turns into an uncontrollable urge to mate her and make her his. But Emily needs a strong mate—someone who can dominate and defend her. If weak, geeky Seth wants to woo her, he has some changing to do.

Excerpt:
Disgust curled Emily’s upper lip. Used tissues, partially eaten pizza crusts and a random selection of cereal boxes adorned what she assumed was the coffee table. A precarious pile of dirty glasses and plates sat next to the table like a new domestic version of Jenga. Clothes lay haphazardly on the furniture and floor. The grime coating the window she peered through did nothing to mask the slobbish mess laid out in front of her. What the hell had her father gotten her into?
She turned from the window and stepped away from the house. Her cell phone was in her hands and she was dialing before she’d taken two steps. Her anger spiked. There was no fucking way she could do this. No matter what her father offered, she couldn’t take on this job for him.
“Yeah.” Her father’s gravelly voice was powerful even through the cell phone. He was Alpha and with that position came both physical and telepathic powers. She gritted her teeth against the invisible push from him to submit.
“No.”
“No what, Emily?”
“No I’m not doing this. I can’t. Have you seen how he lives? Christ, Dad, he’s got plates in there that could walk themselves to the kitchen.”
Em, come on. At least meet him before you call it off.”
“Why do you care so much about this one guy? He obviously doesn’t want to be involved in the pack. He’s turned your invitations down repeatedly.” She shrugged, then a thought struck her. “Is he dangerous to us or something?”
Her father sighed. “No, it’s nothing like that. I knew his parents and sort of feel like I need to try to pull him back into pack life. You’re my last ditch effort. If he won’t let you in then I’ll stop trying.”
“Fine, but I want more. Not just a pass for this month’s pack run. Maybe a new car or something.”
“You’re lucky I’m letting you out of the run, Em. Don’t push your luck.” Power surged at her, pressing against her mind. She felt her knees buckling. Damn, her father really could put someone on the ground with just his voice through a phone. She braced herself and pushed back. She wasn’t as strong as he was but she could combat his power enough to stand against an order.
“Are you kidding me? Have you seen his house? I can smell the mess out here. You owe me.” She forced her voice through clenched teeth. Sweat beaded on her forehead with the effort of fighting her father’s compulsion.
“I hate it that you aren’t cowed by my power.” He huffed. “Fine. I’ll owe you something but I’m not buying you another car.”
“Fine.” She closed her phone without saying goodbye and turned to face the house again. It was just a normal, run-of-the-mill ranch-style house. The white-sided dwelling was adorned with black shutters, a carport and a small piece of lawn. At least the male kept the outside in decent repair. The few pieces of grass were cut, the driveway was clean and the trashcans instead of the yard held the garbage. After seeing the inside of his home she wouldn’t have been surprised to find piles of tires and rusting car engines strewn across the lawn.
With a sigh she approached the house again. The things she did for her father. Too bad she hadn’t listened to her hunch yesterday and ignored the call from him. When he’d asked her to dinner she’d known something was up, but again, it was her dad, so how could she refuse a meal invitation?
Damn it, I should have.
No one but her was allowed to turn down the Alpha. She rarely did, but yesterday should have been one of those times. When he’d opened the conversation with the bribe she should have listened to her instincts. A way out of the pack run had been the offer. The idea of avoiding another night of beating the shit out of a bunch of the single he-wolves in the pack was too good to pass up, though. She’d agreed to help someone who needed it before finding out what the problem was.
Well, now she was standing outside a house that contained the man supposedly in need of her assistance. What her father wanted was stupid. This male had ignored the pack’s invitations to participate in events for years. According to her dad, the pup was weak and had characteristics so unlike a shifter that someone needed to figure out what had happened. Was it a genetic defect or something entirely different? Her job was to try to bring the male around. Try to force his shifter nature to come forward by hanging out with him and seeing if that fixed his weaknesses.
“Fuck,” she huffed under her breath. With a quick rap on the door she sealed the deal. She would try to get this guy out of the house and see what happened if he was around another shifter for a couple of days.
She listened to the silence on the other side of the door for a moment, then pounded on the wood with a closed fist. Patience wasn’t one of her stronger traits. She tapped her foot, counting time until she could just bust the door down and let herself in. Finally she heard movement on the other side of the door. The sound of someone tumbling out of bed was loud in the early morning silence. She knew he pawed through some clothes and stumbled to the door. A lock and chain were disengaged before the door swung open.
Bleary brown eyes looked at her from under dark lashes. “Yeah?”
Emily stared at him and barely kept from baring her teeth. He was unshaven, un-showered and disheveled. She glanced up and down his frame and couldn’t find one redeeming feature. His dark hair was shorn close to his head. Glasses perched on his nose. Glasses, for cripes sake. On a shifter. That was almost unheard of. He’d thrown on a wrinkled concert T-shirt that was way too big for his slender frame. Sweatpants hung low off his hips. She swept her eyes back up and wrinkled her nose at what she saw. The whole package wasn’t impressive at all. Great. That would make her job so much easier…not.
“Are you done scoping me out and gonna tell me why you’re out here pounding on the door this early?” His voice, at least, was nice. Gravelly from sleep but deep and penetrating.
She stuck her hand out. “Seth Seymour, right? I’m Emily Prescott. My father sent me to speak to you.”

It releases August 29th, but you can order now and have it at 12:01am EST on the day of release! Check it out here.