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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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, October 13, 2010
New Release: Friday Night
Liam Drake
ISBN 978-1-936165-62-9
Word Count: 15569
PDF Page Count: 55
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/Werewolf/Halloween
Buy Link: http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=63
Tagline:
Jack has a secret, a shady past, a jilted lover. So many reasons to avoid…Friday night.
Blurb:
Jack's been on the run all his life, always the submissive, always the man taking the fall, with no one solid to hold onto. But since his bad breakup with his ex, a werewolf with a penchant for cruelty and domination, things have been changing. The wolf in Jack wants out, and he isn't as yielding as the man. When Jack's new interest asks for an intimate date on Friday night, one day before the next full moon, Jack needs to decide who's in charge, man or wolf.
Excerpt:
“You're blushing,” he said.I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Had to keep the libido in check.
His other hand came across the table and took hold of my fingers. “I am looking forward to Friday night,” he said. “To having you all to myself, not out in the open. I think maybe…you will let yourself out when it's the two of us. You'll stop being so cautious. No?”
I shook my head. “Maybe. Hell, I don't know.”
“We can't keep running for the rest of our lives. We have to try again, Jack. Why not now? Why not you? Why not me? We know what it's like to be hurt. To run. To feel like we are not worth more than dirt.” He winced when he said that last part, obviously haunted by his past as much as I was haunted by mine. “I won't hurt you.” He grinned, all seriousness gone from his eyes when he whispered, “Not unless you ask me to.”
“Ha.” I squeezed his hand, imagining the possibilities, ready to make up monthly lies to hide why I'd be gone every full moon. Desperate for companionship. Hopeless.
I stayed with him while he ate his lunch. Every lick of the fork or suck he made on his lower lip only increased my torture, my lust for the man sitting in front of me. He talked about work, about his boss and the old woman that answered phones for the company. He liked the old woman a lot. Called her Nana as if she were his grandmother. He talked about his little sister who would be coming to visit him any day now and now I understood why he had asked me about liking women.
“When's the last time you saw her?” I asked.
“Seven years. Our stepfather was evil to Maria. He was abusive to the both of us. It's worse for a girl I think.” Pain transformed his stern features into something crushing, ultimate sorrow and regret. “My sister is stronger than me,” he said in a low growl. “She survived. She stayed there after I ran away. She is the strongest person I know.” He pushed his empty plate aside and frowned. “You will meet her, Jack. You will see what I mean. I've told her about you.”
He glanced at his watch and shook his head, blue-black hair shining beneath the fluorescent lights. “Have to go.”
We both stood.
He closed in.
Every cautionary instinct fired off inside me. Run. RUN!
His arms clutched my body, barring me to him as he turned his face to one side and pressed his firm lips to my mouth. I was trapped. I was scared. I was afraid of being hurt again. The wolf in me shivered and whined. Then, with a defeated whimper, the wolf submitted. Heat washed over my skin.
I kissed back.
Raul broke away and left me standing there as he rushed out back to work. It wasn't weird for men to kiss each other here. It was a gay bar after all. But it was weird for me to be kissed like that. Out in the open. Forcefully with passion, not trickery.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
New Release: Delany's Catch
Delany's CatchDiana DeRicci
ISBN 978-1-936165-56-8
Word Count: 27788
PDF Page Count: 78
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/werewolf/shifter/ GLBT(M/M)
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Can love overcome the destructive force of an unnatural secret?
Alone since his boyfriend left him for another man, Jake Holiday has been working his bookstore, treading water, and keeping to himself. It was simple and uncomplicated.
Delany Coltrane changed that.
Turning a corner looking for an address, Del wasn't expecting to find the hot guy hidden under the stack of boxes, but couldn't regret needing to ask for directions. Not when Jake was his wolf's mate, and too damn sexy to ignore even if he weren't.
But with money problems and safety at the bookstore an issue, can Del and Jake find a middle ground to let their attraction flourish? Because trust is essential to share Del's largest secret with Jake. A secret that encompasses not just Delany, but his whole family.
Del's wolf was whining, wanting to comfort the man at Del's side. Something was bothering his mate. He was nervous and unsure. Even Del could sense the tension radiating off of him now. Taking a slow breath in through his nose, he calmed his desire as much as he could. Time. He'd said he had it. Time to put his money where his mouth was. He wouldn't push for more than Jake was willing to give. Though holding back was killing him.
Damn he wanted Jake Holiday.
They didn't say much on the drive, both lost in their thoughts. He tapped the garage opener pinned above him on the visor and the door began to lift ahead of them.
“Nice house,” Jake said, eyeing the front of Del's home, a suburban carbon copy of most of the homes in his area. Nothing fancy. Del lived alone, and for himself, he didn't need much. It was more for the location than anything else. What Del needed was room to run and he had friends close by with open woodland, available to the free running of the wolf pack. He stopped thinking about it when the next obvious worry was how Jake would take his secret reared up on him.
“What do you have?” Evasion tactics deployed!
“An apartment. Nothing fancy.”
“Close to the store?”
“Yeah. How'd you guess?” Jake let his buckle snap loose, smiling congenially at Del.
“Just a good one.” Sliding from the pick-up, he waited for Jake, then hit the garage button when he stood at the access door. “Make yourself at home. There's no one else but me and you.” Del wondered if Jake realized how he meant those words, that there'd never been any intimate male in the house with him. Friends and family? Couldn't stop them. Lovers?
Just Jake.
Soon to be lover, he corrected himself. Del popped open the fridge. “Beer? Water?”
“Not right now. Thanks.”
“Sure.” Del opted for a bottle of water for himself. Spying Jake looking a little lost, he reached for a hand and tugged when he found skin. He came to rest easily on Del's chest. “Hey, it's okay. We'll go kick back on the couch.” Del ran his hands down Jake's spine, stopping at the top of his ass. He'd been dying to get his hands on it, just to touch, shape, feel. Del knew he wouldn't be able to stop with his hands though. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into those perfect globes, marking the firm skin with love bites, marking him as his. He let out a slow breath, determined to not accost Jake.
“Has anyone ever accused you of being overwhelming?” Jake slouched comfortably along Del's frame with his arms loosely looped around his torso.
“Once or twice,” he answered. “Come on, sexy.” He led Jake to the living room, to toss him the remote once they stood in front of the TV. “Here. Be useful.”
He sat to unlace his boots, kicking them off with a sigh of pleasure. He wiggled his toes within his socks. “Much better.” He set them by the couch to find later, then scooted back. Palming a pillow, he settled it on his thigh. “Come here.” He patted the pillow. “Let me at least touch you.”
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
New Release: The Prince's Knight
Rachel D. Thompson
ISBN 978-1-936165-55-1
Word Count: 34,998
PDF Page Count: 109
Heat Index: Erotic Romance
Does this book contain violence? yes
Genre(s): Fantasy/Erotic Romance/MMF
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Becoming the prince's bodyguard was supposed to be easy. No one warned him to guard his heart...
After receiving a crippling injury, Sir Aric finds himself reassigned to the crown prince's royal guard. He thinks it will be an easy job, but Prince Matthew turns out to be a spoiled brat, too used to getting his own way. Within the first week, the prince disappears and almost gets himself killed in his desire to be a part of the ongoing war effort at the southern edge of the kingdom. Matthew's brief taste of battle is more than enough, making him ready to settle down and attend to matters of state. Marriage tops the list of those, but in the meantime, Matthew and Aric find themselves drawn together by irresistible forces. Until Matthew's chosen bride arrives.
Excerpt:
He scanned the visible windows, not seeing anyone. One little kiss couldn't hurt, could it? He'd given her the ring, asked her to marry him. There was no taboo against one little kiss. Besides, he'd already kissed her once. This wasn't much different; there were just more potential witnesses.
“All right,” he agreed. His hands rose to grasp her upper arms.
Before he could change his mind, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. So soft! He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, dragging her against his suddenly hard length. He was attracted to her--there was no doubt about that.
“Am I going to have to pry you two apart?” a deep voice asked.
Matthew released Jessa abruptly. She stumbled against him before regaining her balance.
Aric stared at them from two feet away. Every muscle was taut with anger. Or jealousy. He took two quick steps forward. “I know your decision,” he hissed. “You don't have to taunt me with it.”
“Aric,” Matthew said with a clear warning in his voice.
“What? Afraid Jessa might guess your dirty little secret?” The knight sheathed his sword and turned away to pull his shirt on.
“Shut up! You will respect your king!”
The cold look Aric gave him sent shivers down Matthew's spine. The knight stepped closer, his tone dropping to a dangerous level. “The same way you respect your lover?” He shot a glance at Jessa.
“Actually, I already g-guessed.”
“Ah.” Aric leaned back. “Well, let's get everything in the open then. Your groom is a jackass.”
“You're the jackass right now,” Matthew sniped back.
“S-stop it!” Jessa's raised voice stopping them both in their tracks. Both men stared at her, wide-eyed. “You're both behaving l-like children.”
Matthew sighed and ran a hand over his face, taking a step back to gather himself. “Aric, you know how I feel about you. What will it take to make this easier on you?”
A sly look appeared on the knight's face, and Matthew knew he was in trouble.
“I think it's only fair I get a kiss, too.” Aric's gaze slid from Jessa to Matthew.
“Absolutely not!” Matthew exploded. “That's completely inappropriate.”
“Not from her.” Aric sidled closer. Now his expression could only be considered smoldering. “From you.”
Matthew retreated from the knight's advance. “You've kissed me plenty of times,” he mumbled.
“Then it shouldn't be a big deal.”
Matthew glanced at Jessa, but there was no help to be found there. “I th-think you should. I don't want to come between you two.”
A triumphant smile lit Aric's handsome face. He reached out, his hands fisting into the fabric of Matthew's tunic. Displaying his strength, the knight dragged him back into a corner created by one wall of the castle and a towering turret.
“Prove to me you don't want me,” Aric challenged, and then his lips descended on the king's. Matthew's thoughts dissolved. No longer did he worry about their audience, or whether or not anyone could see them from a castle window. The kiss was rough, bruising, but he only wanted more. His wilting erection grew hard and firm, pressing against the thin leather of his trousers.
He took over, pushing Aric hard against the unforgiving stones of the castle wall. Had he thought he could live without this passion? He'd been so wrong.
Finally, Aric pushed him away with a smirk on those beautiful lips. Matthew was breathing hard, and when he glanced at Jessa, ashamed that he'd lost control so easily, he saw that she didn't look entirely unaffected by the display.
“I want love like that,” she said, breathless.
Aric turned away from Matthew to throw a companionable arm around her shoulders, steering her towards the front of the castle. “Then you'd better hurry along those wedding plans, my dear. It's inappropriate for Matthew to kiss you like that.”
“And doubly so for you.” She ducked under his arm and skipped to the front door, laughter trailing behind her.
Both men stared after her for a moment, perplexed.
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