Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Solstice Miracles by Crymsyn Hart
Crymsyn Hart
ISBN 978-1-936165-67-4
Word Count: 36,571
PDF Page Count: 109
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/Werewolf Shapeshifter/Menage
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In the cold winter nights, two desire to keep her warm.
Natalie Bear found a quaint old farmhouse that needed some TLC. Upon moving in, she discovered that she wasn't alone in the house. Her resident ghost happens to be a hunky cowboy that she can't keep her mind off of. Not to mention, one of her handymen has a certain appeal too. Trying to overcome her dark past, she finds love in the cowboy who can also soothe her raging desire. Drawn between two men, each with their own hidden secrets, Natalie must choose who she wants more.
As the Winter Solstice draws near, the veil between the living and the dead grows thinner. Before claiming which man she wants, the evil spirits in the house come out to play. Along with her ex husband who wants nothing more than her blood.
Excerpt:
“Natalie.”
She turned from the window and saw Dustin standing in the doorway. He was dashing in his duster, hugging jeans, his open shirt, and the hat. “Is everything okay?”
“I've been a fool.”
Natalie wasn't sure what he meant, but when he walked over to her, cupped her face, and drew her to his lips, it didn't matter anymore. He kissed her softly. Everything in her froze once his lips touched hers. She responded to him slowly and pressed against him, trying to feel the contours of his body. The longer she was around him, the more the craving to be in his arms took hold of her. He broke the kiss and then trailed his finger down her neck.
“I wanted to apologize to you. I didn't mean to be so cross. I was angered when I saw you with him, but I didn't have the right to do anything. You have the privilege to choose whatever man you wish. These two weeks, I have watched you from the shadows and heard you sobbing. It hurt my soul seeing you crying. Your fingers brushing the spot on your bed where I had lain next to you. I brought that pain upon you, and that was never my intention.”
She touched his face. “What would you do if I chose each of you to be in bed with me? If I needed the both of you for a relationship?”
He winced at the comment. “I'd have to think about it. I would have to meet the other man. It is not in my nature to share the woman I care for.”
“You care for me?”
“For the longest time, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to love another again. But with you, my heart has reignited. That was the reason I returned to this place from the West. I was betrothed, but she died of the pox. By the time I got back, I found my father had killed the family. The barn was ablaze.
“After we fought, I tried to put the fire out. The horses were screaming. The spirit balls surrounded me, and I felt light. I couldn't describe it. The next thing I knew I was here and yet not here, trapped on the land. I could interact with my little sister and the others, but I could also manifest with practice.
“Soon I was able to be flesh. You were the first one I was able to trust with showing myself. Besides you moving into the house, I saw your spark on the other side. You burn so bright I had to see what you were all about. And then I heard the hurt in your soul. I watched you and my heart warmed. When you were gone that night, it made me realize I hadn't felt that way about anyone since I was alive. I wanted you. That was why I lashed out. I'm sorry.” He kissed her and trailed his fingers down her throat, causing her to shiver.
“I'm sorry to hear about your fiancée. I --” She couldn't form words from the thoughts floating through her mind. He said he loved her. She didn't think that anyone would ever truly love her. Michael never had. He wanted her for arm candy to show off at his business meetings, to parade around that he had this beautiful thing and no one else could touch it.
“You're trembling.”
Natalie tried to smile, but everything in her still ached from her thinking he might evaporate. “Must be the chill in the air. It's going to be winter soon.”
Dustin inched nearer until his body almost touched hers. “The weather in these mountains can be unpredictable. It'll be beautiful one moment and horrid the next, with snow flying everywhere. I can start a fire for you or keep you warm myself.”
He stole her breath. Staring at his lips again, the faint lines in them enticed her along with their shape. The small scar he had at the top of his upper lip enhanced his ruggedness. She tried to stay calm, but her heart thundered against her ribcage. Natalie placed her hand on his chest, grasping for something solid to hold onto and remind her that this was all real.
“I think you already have. I want you, Dustin. Will you make love to me?”
He studied her eyes. His cooler skin grew a little warmer. “Is that what you wish? To have me for a lover?”
“You said the other night you wanted to be sure if I was ready.”
“Yes. And you would choose me over the other man?”
Draven's Crossing: Mind Games by Diana DeRicci
Draven's Crossing II
Diana DeRicci
ISBN 978-1-936165-74-2
Word Count: 26997
PDF Page Count: 75
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Erotic Romance/ M/M/ Vampire
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From out of the darkness, a voice calls, luring one man into a battle of the unknown.
Jackal has lived a well-guarded secret his entire life. A being of immense power, he understands and accepts the loss and emptiness of never finding a soul to love, yet endures because it is his only path. Eternal life means none who walk the earth could comfort him for long.
The only one who could understand his plight has lived for just as long: a vampire. Taken by surprise and tortured, Kristof's agony pulls Jackal to him in the dream realm, forging a bond that is unexpected and unexplained.
But now that they've connected, will the darkness that hunts all para-kind in Draven's Crossing destroy them?
Excerpt:
Jackal tossed on the bed. Where are you? Silence echoed in the dream realm. He shouldn't even be looking. He'd tried to restrain the need, but it had eaten at him, decimating his willpower in miniscule bites. The vampire he'd saved was alive. It was enough.
Or it should have been.
Jackal let himself be drawn outward, pulled by some force he'd never been able to fight. He knew the other man was out there. His own sleep had been restless the last few nights. Whether Kristof was trying or not, he was looking for Jackal too, only he didn't know who or what he was.
Maybe I should leave it that way?
He drew a slow breath, conscious of the action, feeling the motion of his physical self lying in bed.
Gradually, the dream realm shifted, shapes and sounds swirling and coalescing on the edges of his vision. It took him by surprise when the movement of his vision slowed, then focused into the common space of a living room. Nighttime shadows created hollows in the fabric of the living world.
Though it wasn't the shadows that captured his attention.
It was the man resting in the chair before him. The sight of his features sent little shocks through Jackal. He dared to reach out for him.
Kristof?
Black as midnight, his piercing eyes snapped open. The weight of the silence between them was a physical curtain. Jackal shouldn't be there. Kristof was still in Draven's Crossing. He could easily run across him as it was. He didn't need to be tempting fate, or any other cruel twisted bitch by facing Kristof again in the dream world. Jackal began to fade, to retreat to his own mental doorways.
“Wait!”
He stopped, as much as he could remain in his corporeal sense. Kristof stood. “You are real?”
Jackal nodded. “I shouldn't be here, but I had to see…”
Kristof lifted a hand as though to touch Jackal's face, but his palm went right through the shape of Jackal's jaw. How he craved that touch!
“Why can I see you?”
“Because I am letting you. Most would never see me beyond their dreams.” Or after.
“You're a true dream walker?”
Jackal laughed, though it was silent. “Among other things.”
“Come to me,” Kristof demanded. “I know you were there, not a dream.”
“I can't. I broke the rules. Then and now.” Better to resist. Jackal wanted to succumb all too easily to the compelling order of the man standing in front of him.
Kristof neared and Jackal wanted to feel his body's heat.
“Broke them how?”
“Then isn't important. Now, by returning.” By reaching for him, by interfering again. By needing. Jackal trembled and wondered if it was his physical or his corporeal self doing it.
Kristof shook his head. “I will find you.” Something tender was woven in those words. Was it possible? Could he feel something? Jackal pulled back from that thought faster than as if he'd tried to touch a hot flame.
Jackal wished he would find him. He couldn't deny the magnetic attraction tugging him in Kristof's direction like a rope tied around his waist with the end in his strong and capable hands.
“Don't.”
A heat blazed in Kristof's bottomless eyes at the denial. “You can't stop me from coming to you.”
Jackal realized Kristof was right. Physically, he couldn't stop him. He lowered his lashes, feeling the increase of his heartbeat in his body back in that bed. So many reactions, so many sensations. Jackal felt engulfed in them.
“I have taken your blood. I can find you.” His tone was gentler, but no less determined.
“Find me if you will, if you can, Kristof. I can't help, but if you can find me…” He didn't dare finish the thought. The resolve in his rich, husky voice made him tingle. He had no idea if the rules were being broken, or if someone else's reactions would come back to him. Kristof was a new experience for him.
The vampire neared until he stood right against where Jackal would be in his own skin. “Tell me your name. Leave me that much tonight.”
Rising to meet this man's eyes, Jackal twitched in the bed. Why you, Kristof? What makes you different? This man made Jackal want. He'd felt attraction, but want like this…? Desire? He felt like he was burning with it.Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Lord of the Dead by Cynthia Carole
The Lord of the DeadCynthia Carole
ISBN 978-1-936165-51-3
Word Count: 31,210
PDF Page Count: 101
Heat Index: erotic romance
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Fantasy/ Erotic Romance
Buy Link: http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=1&products_id=55
Will she risk everything for love?
Blurb: The King is dead in the Dragonhall, and now the heirs gather for the Ascension. Marc Fitz Edward is more than just the family black sheep; he’s a necromancer from beyond the protective Veil. The townspeople think he’s evil, the high priest wants him ambushed, and his cousin, the prince, has an even more merciless scheme. Marc’s only protection is his dark magic, and Judith, a sworn knight of the realm. But in the end, will Judith forswear her oath to save Marc, or will she let him die to preserve her kingdom?
Excerpt:
The silence of the room suddenly seemed thicker. His thumb moved to her full lip and softly slid across the pink flesh. He didn’t dare breathe. She was so beautiful. Her dark hair, half loose, curled around her face and neck. Her breasts heaved with each breath beneath the soft silk of her dress. He could see the darker nipples pressing up against the fabric.
Her summer-painted eyes lit her pale, marble-smooth face. He wanted to see them glowing with happiness. He longed to melt that deep reserve and watch her smile.
With slight trepidation, he took her into his arms. Her lithe, strong body softened against his. Her breasts were firm and yet soft, touching his chest, her breath sweet in his mouth as she leaned up to be kissed.
Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers. His fingers tightened on her arms. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right as kissing her. Her pliant lips parted as passion roared up inside of him.
His tongue pressed in, and he licked her teeth, plunged into the warm, soft interior of her mouth. The moment stretched out. He didn’t push further and yet didn’t pull back. Still, his loins flooded with fierce need.
She moaned against his mouth, and need overtook his caution. He tasted her deeply. She eagerly met him movement for movement until they both had to part for breath.
“Wait!” she gasped.
“I’m sorry,” he said while his erection strained against his clothing. “I’m sorry.” What a lie! He wasn’t a bit sorry. He wanted to savor her again and again. No one had inspired him so.
“Don’t be sorry.” She gave him one of her fierce frowns. “I just want to remove my sword.” She unfastened her belt and set the heavy weapon on the floor.
He laughed. “Now that is one I haven’t heard before.”
Her hands gripped his robe and tugged him closer. “Where were we?” She kissed him with more passion than he had thought possible. His blood pulsed hot in his veins, his manhood strained.
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