Showing posts with label paranormal romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal romance. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Soul Reaper by Crymsyn Hart
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance/ Horror
Length: Novel, 92,655 Words, PDF Pages 268
ISBN: 978-1-936165-73-5
Release Date: 1-12-2011
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Violence/ Bisexual
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Can a vampire trust an angel, when that angel is Death?
Time has taken Brenna back to Boston, to the Tearoom, the place she whispered her first psychic predictions. Things are different now. While struggling to hang onto her humanity, she must discover why an angel has been imparting cryptic messages to her. Confusing as his riddles are, they make sense in the end, leading Brenna to Miranda.
Miranda’s had a haunting nightmare for years. The one constant is a gorgeous man, Julien, who whispers in her dreams. She doesn’t expect him to be her nightmare made flesh. Not until she comes home and finds her friends murdered does she realize she’s the vampire’s new target.
While Brenna is deeply in love with Veronica, she finds herself attracted to her angelic messenger. Fighting the pull toward him, she must risk her very soul to save Miranda. If she fails, all she holds dear will be destroyed. And if she succeeds then her whole life will change.
EXCERPT:
We chose to sit in the room off to our right. Tables and chairs were strewn around the room, many large enough for six to eight people. Then there were the tables for two, but the big attractions were the three ovenlike apertures to sit in. We chose one that was open. I plopped down in the cushy chair as Veronica put her coat on the chair opposite me.
“I’m going up to order. You want the usual?”
I nodded, remembering the first time Veronica and I had met in New Orleans. Our worlds had collided when she thought I was a vampire, and I assumed she was human. How simple life had been then. The world had been different when I was mortal, when all that mattered was getting what I wanted.
Veronica walked off as I settled back in the chair. Stretching my senses, I felt the minds of the humans pressing against mine. Their thoughts filtered through my head like radio stations changing too quickly. Losing myself in the noise, I caught glimpses here and there of their lives. As I did, I sensed something familiar. It was the same presence I’d felt earlier in the Tearoom. It only lasted a moment, then it retreated like it had been caught. Maybe it was some errant ghost following me, and now it would leave me alone. I pushed the presence from my thoughts and got lost once again in the distraction of the human minds until Veronica returned. As I let myself go, I didn’t hear my lover sit down. It wasn’t until the table hit my knee that I opened my eyes.
“Hey, how was—”
Veronica wasn’t the one sitting across from me. A man dressed in a black trench coat, black shirt and pants stared at me. His skin was white, almost as pale as mine was. Dark hair fell in waves to his shoulders while his eyes held the knowledge of endless time. His clear, pointed nails caressed the ends of the chair. His face was expressionless, passionless, as always, and his two pointed teeth rested on lips the color of bleached roses. This creature was no vampire, but the Angel of Death.
I sighed, wondering what he wanted. His appearances were always full of puzzling conversation, as he popped up at the most inconvenient times. Something about him irritated me, but I could never pinpoint what it was.
Hello, Brenna. It’s nice to see you too, Azrael said. His voice was flat but melodic as it burrowed into my mind.
“What are you doing here, Azrael?” I asked impatiently.
I assumed you might desire my company. You seemed lonely just a moment ago as you sought solace in the minds of the humans at this establishment.
My temper flared as he sat before me. It didn’t matter if he was an angel. There was just something about him. Like other angels, his energy was bright, fluttering across my skin like warm sunlight. There was also a slight chill that sank down to my bones, but that was his own special signature, since he was the Angel of Death.
He was the first angel I’d actually had a conversation with. However, I never got a straight answer from Azrael, so I’d stopped asking questions. Whenever I glimpsed other angels, they smiled, but were gone in a rush. Angels existed in a different dimension than humans, and normally weren’t perceived unless they wanted to be. Fairies were the same way. Humans saw the beings for something other than what they truly were. Since I’d become a vampire, I’d been able to see all these different creatures, but I’d kept this ability to myself and never told Veronica. I assumed she didn’t have the power.
Your intuition seems to be flourishing. Your companion is as beautiful as ever.
“What do you want, Azrael?” I asked again.
He smiled, showing more of his teeth. His canines made me wonder if he was something of a vampire himself, maybe living off the souls he collected.
Dead roses are the ultimate flora to adorn the remains of the deceased. In the end, it is in darkened dungeons that Destiny makes herself known.
“Is that all you came to say?” I growled. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Can’t you just once appear, or go poof, or whatever you do, and—”
He leaned over the table, placing his hand on mine. A chill entered my heart, circulating throughout my body. It became hard to breathe as he held me in his thrall. His eyes burned with a blue fire that imprinted itself in my mind. It seemed like a star had detonated in his eyes, and the cold of space filled me. Liquid ice replaced my blood as the shards ripped my veins to shreds. My heart stopped in mid-beat as I froze from the inside, but it was so frigid it burned away my rage. That was his point. He’d never touched me before, never done anything except give me cryptic advice. But crypts were his territory.
Those close to you are only elements in your own destiny. You are the key. Think before I descend on your doorstep again.
The chair was empty.
Veronica walked toward me, holding two cups of steaming liquid.
“Brenna, are you all right?”
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?”
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
A Christmas Interlude by Sandra Sookoo
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotica/Historical
Length: Novella, 22,967 words, 70 Pages PDF
ISBN: 978-1-936165-65-0
Release Date: 12-1-2010
Heat Level: Erotic
Dangerous secrets can melt a cold winter’s night but are they hot enough to forge common ground?
In 1899 Indianapolis, adventurous sex isn’t exactly appropriate conversation for afternoon tea.
Yet, an exciting sex life is exactly what Chelsea wants desperately from her beau Luther. Tired of society’s strict conventions and his less than inspired fumblings in the bedroom, she devises a plan that is sure to bring Luther’s passions to the forefront.
Luther harbors a dark secret of his own. A werewolf by birth, he’s compelled to shift at each full moon but fears if he shares the knowledge with Chelsea, she’ll run in fear. What he doesn’t count on is her matching his appetites in the bedroom.
One long night of sexual play at a hotel during the Christmas season is all it takes to meet their needs yet will the confidences they keep unravel their love or will it strengthen the relationship as fast as a little light bondage?
EXCERPT:
The mystery surrounding the Luther she thought she’d known for three years grew and glimmered like sought after treasure. Could it be that she bored him in the bedroom? Was she the problem in their relationship in spite of her wishing for more, and because she’d said nothing about her needs until just recently, she was in danger of losing him?
Who was he really?
“Isn’t now the time when you move your business arrangement to more private quarters?” His whispered breath warmed her ear. An avalanche of shivery sensation erupted down her spine once more.
“How do you know that?” A burst of anger cut through the warm, sensuous cloud enveloping her. “Do you, uh, frequent these types of women regularly?”
“Not at all. You are the first to catch my eye, but I do see the transactions when I walk home sometimes.”
“Oh.” Relief flooded her system, washing out the anger. “That’s good since I…” Chelsea’s response died away when he rubbed the heel of one hand over her mound. Even though she wore too many layers for him to adequately tease her, an intense ache pin-wheeled through her core as she felt his fingers there. “Yes.” She pressed his hand more securely against her, but he yanked it away with an arrogant chuckle. She shook herself from the heavy stupor. Time to take matters into her own hands, as it were. If she wanted satisfaction from him, she needed to teach him how to please her. “I have a room in one of the hotels in town if you’d care to join me?"
He nodded and edged to the alley’s mouth. “That would be best, don’t you think? Taking you in the alley is not dignified, but I am prepared to do so if you would rather.” His eyes flashed golden in the dim light. “Or on one of the greenways, on a park bench, whatever will indulge your deepest fantasy. I reckon we could go to great lengths at melting some of this snow.”
Dear Lord! Who was this man? “Oh, no. The cabby is waiting.” She followed on shaky legs. When he stood aside so she could enter the carriage ahead of him, Chelsea did so, pausing on the step. She frowned as he conversed with the cabby. Their voices were too low for her to hear, but the driver did put up an argument.
“Yer lady hired me, sir, and I’ll be takin’ my orders from her.” Curiosity swirled in the driver’s voice, along with a bit of protectiveness.
Chelsea smiled, grateful that he, at least, thought to look after her in his own way. She opened her mouth to encourage him to do whatever Luther had proposed, but Luther pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and passed them to the cabby.
“I think this will more than make up for any trouble on your part or hers.”
“Yer right, sir, and then some.” He pocketed the cash and his dark eyes glittered. “I’ll follow those instructions to the letter, and here’s hoping you get right lucky this cold night.” He touched a finger to the brim of his hat and nodded. “As do I.” Luther gave her a gentle nudge.
When she recalled her situation and moved to enter the carriage, she gasped in surprise as Luther delivered a smart smack to her backside before settling himself on the seat next to her with an unconcerned air.
She faced the window, vowing to regain control of the seduction once they reached the privacy of the hotel. Luther Harrington would most likely revert to his usual boring self once confronted with the actual act of illicit fornication. He’d hem, haw, and offer a hundred excuses why he couldn’t be daring.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Shifted Perceptions by Diana DeRicci
Shifted Perceptions
Diana DeRicci
ISBN 978-1-936165-66-7
Word Count: 28,734
PDF Page Count: 79
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? No
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/ Werewolf Shapeshifter / Ménage
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Dali Bowman has a secret desire, one that she’s already witnessed her closest friends discover for themselves. When Rex Adkins and Gage Hall come into her life, she likes what she sees, and is willing to take the chance. On her terms.
Rex and Gage have been friends since high school, as close as brothers in almost all aspects of their lives, from the secret they both share to the craving they have to find a woman that will complete them as a family. When Rex and Gage meet Dali, the attraction is instant. The confusion is their wolves’ muted interest. Are they wrong? Is Dali the one woman for them?
When they take away Dali’s freedom of choice, she runs, slamming the door on them and their advances. Can they salvage their chance or has their impetuous behavior cost them more than either could imagine?
Blurb:
“Is that a good bet?” Rex asked her. Music played in the background as the bar had filled with Thursday night customers and couples, the insides getting decidedly noisier. The other two tables were being played now too, so she had to stay kind of close to Gage and Rex. Not that she minded. And now, he'd made a bet.
Dali's heart raced. Two kisses. Or two men running their hands all over her. She tried to find moisture in her mouth. She'd gone bone dry. Her stomach fluttered, heat oozing to settle between her legs.
“I'll take it.” It was a win-win for her. Rex flashed a smile that could only be deemed as predatory. “One condition,” she cautioned. He stopped circling the table, waiting. She walked up to him and Gage followed her.
“No matter the winner, later or outside, but just not here. I'm not an exhibitionist.”
Rex actually sighed his way through a tender laugh. “Dali, we're not animals.” He cupped her cheek and held her for a moment, his thumb stroking her. It was just as well that he'd made the bet. It was getting late enough that she needed to get home. The last dose she'd taken to stop her sneezing wouldn't last for much longer, and she still had an antibiotic to take. She'd been proactive and made sure there was something she could take with the meds if she'd needed, glad now that she had. She wasn't about to sniffle and sneeze the whole evening. She couldn't wait until the antibiotics did their thing, and she could feel normal again.
Dali went to return to her spot when Rex let her go, and she flattened right into Gage's chest, unaware he'd been right behind her. His arm swept around her naturally. “Easy, darlin',” he said gently at her ear. His breath was warm, smelling faintly of the beer they'd been drinking. “There's something you should know.”
She tried to swallow, but it was a wasted effort. “What?” she managed. Her lungs had ceased to work. His arm was strong and gentle at the same time, holding her upright, which was good. She was too close to melting to the floor again.
“Rex and me, we take good care of our woman.” His thumb lifted, stroking right beneath her breast, his nail dragging seductively across the bottom of her bra. Her body tightened and her pussy ached, throbbing for more, for touch.
Woman. One. She knew she hadn't misheard him. Liquid heat spread, reaching to between her legs. She spasmed, aching.
Rex stood, frozen, watching them, his eyes glittering like blue flames in the bar lights. The world around them vanished with that spark of desire burning in his blue eyes and Gage's hard body enveloping hers.
Dali's heart thrummed, the entire process taking no more than a second to dissect. She hadn't been misreading them! Both of these men wanted her. It sent her heart careening into her ribs for several seconds as lust and desire washed through her.
She knew Jason, her boss and the owner of the health club where she worked, and Victor, his oldest friend, shared the woman they both loved, Leesa. Those closest to them knew their idiosyncrasies, and Dali had been friends with Jason and Victor for a long time and had more than one opportunity to hear about Leesa's happiness while at work. Dali also knew she'd never be more than friends with either Jason or Victor, but they'd opened her eyes to something. She wasn't what most would call normal. She didn't crave the same things most women did.
Well, maybe she did. She wanted a man to look at her like he couldn't live without her. She wanted a man to respect her, protect her, cherish her. But what she wanted physically, couldn't be done with just one man. She needed, desired, and hungered for two. Two men to love her body, to please her as she could pleasure them. What Jason and Victor had proven could be done, she wanted. And it looked like she wasn't alone in the wanting.
Leaning relaxed into Gage's chest, she dared, “Make your shot, Rex.”
His jaw twitched and he laughed. “Minx.”
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
New Release: Masquerade Crymsyn Hart
Soul Reaper Series I
Crymsyn Hart
ISBN 978-1-936165-61-2
Word Count: 82367
PDF Page Count: 239
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/Vampire
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Even behind the mask, no one is what they seem.
Brenna has been in the shadows for years. Veronica has been trying to escape her ex forever. Each is living lives they never assumed would be theirs. Each is hiding behind a mask they never desired to wear.
True love has finally come to Brenna in the guise of Cain. Before she can fully realize her affections, her life is shattered by something that steps out of the darkness. This intrusion threatens her growing relationship.
Veronica stumbles into Brenna and her world is thrown upside down. Drawn to a woman she doesn't know. She sees Brenna's growing affection for Cain as a hindrance. She tries to warn Brenna that not all is what it seems. However, she doesn't want to listen and now danger is on their doorstep. Veronica's ex, Devon, has caught up with her.
Will Brenna and Veronica survive their ordeal? Will Devon come for them both? Or will all masks finally come off?
Excerpt:
My name is Brenna.
The heaviness of the atmosphere rolled around my tongue, lingering in my nose like a fine vintage of wine. It was a hot, humid day. Clothes stuck to every inch of skin, and a sane person hungered for a shower after the slightest exertion. Traces of spices and sweat clung to the fragrance of the day as exotic food was prepared on every corner. Even a hint of magic wafted on the day's aroma. Spells had been cast to bar intruders and ignite passionate love affairs.
As these scents carried me into consciousness, a slight breeze blew through the Quarter, pulling the bouquets of the day with it. My nostrils flared at the odor on the back of the wind: the wet, dark, musty smell of death and an oncoming storm. Death was part of the culture here, always lingering like the ghosts in the city. Rain came often, but never lasted more than an hour or so, making this place more like a tropical paradise than a bustling city. Even the downpours couldn't keep the sightseers from exploring the small shops, as well as admiring the balconied apartments in the Quarter. Many were small oases, housing lush plants, which allowed the inhabitants to escape from the cameras and voyeurs. I inhabited one of these sought-after lodgings, but kept the windows shuttered so the sun couldn't creep in and disrupt my slumber.
I rose, yawning as the heaviness of sleep had not yet left me. Darkness caressed my naked form while the whirling fan cooled my bare skin. Stretching, I urged my body to rise and face the night. I opened the shutters to see the sun painting hues of purple and pink in the hazy air, signaling the fast approaching blue-greens of twilight. I smiled. This was the scene that had greeted me for years. I flicked on the light. I shielded my eyes from the sudden illumination until my pupils adjusted.
I admired my body in the bureau mirror. The overhead lamp gave my milky skin a jaundiced tint that contrasted against the pink of my nipples. My appearance attracted both sexes; it was something in the pheromones. The sex of my partners didn't matter. I only wanted the ones who could fulfill my desire.
The jasmine-touched breeze danced through my apartment as the coolness of full night blossomed like a moonflower inside my chest. I stretched, now entirely awake as the sluggishness of the day fell away like a misty shroud. The moon's silvery light already warmed my skin. Its blaze had replaced the sun in my memories and the power of it ignited my heart, night after glorious night.
Staring at my body a moment longer, I realized tonight was not the night for me to turn into Narcissus and be captured by my own beauty. I had eons for that. My gums ached, and hollowness filled my insides. Tonight I'd dress to kill, so to speak. I donned a black velvet dress, black thigh-high stockings, and black Doc Martens.
My gaze fell on the things I would need to complete my disguise. A contact case and scattered makeup: everything I needed to fit in better. From the lot, my tarot cards called to me. I smiled, wondering what Fate had in store for me tonight. Mentally, I checked my schedule and knew I had no clients to read. No one to tell a husband was cheating, or a sickness was devouring them, or a fortune would be lost in the stock market.
I smirked at the thought of how easily I peered into the minds of my clients, divining their futures and reading their emotions. After one session, they always came back. I had a good reputation, unlike the phony psychics who lined Jackson Square. Hotel managers and local occult shops referred tourists to me. I loved unearthing secrets from my unsuspecting clients.
I studied the cobalt backs, admiring the golden stars. I had owned them for years. My right hand passed over the line of cards, automatically settling on one in the middle and then another at the end. Energy sparked between the cards and my palm. I pulled those two cards to see how the evening would progress and to give me a glimpse into the more distant future. The first card I flipped was the Lovers. It signified I would meet someone to spend eternity within the next couple of nights.
Yeah, right! I giggled, wondering who my next conquest would be.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
New Release: Bitten By Love
Crymsyn Hart ISBN 978-1-936165-58-2
Word Count: 28862
PDF Page Count: 87
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/Vampire/Menage
Buy Link: http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=61
One touch is all it takes to ignite her passion.
Fey know their mates by touch. Griffon yearns to rejoin Zak, his mate, in the fey realm. Seven hundred years ago, Griffon was turned into a vampire. To ease his hunger he attacked a mated couple. For retribution, he was exiled to the human realm until he could find the one person who would break his curse.
Salina meets Griffon at the bookstore she works at. He flashes her a blinding smile and asks her to dinner. After dinner, he invites her back to his house, where she meets Zak, his lover. Drawn to both men, Salina doesn't know what to make of their attentions especially when Griffon reveals his true nature.
Will Salina give in to her attraction to both men? Or will she succumb to Griffon's curse?
Excerpt:
She heard sounds coming from a couple of doorways down from the bathroom. Creeping up slowly, she peeked in the door. Both men were in a tight embrace. She saw Zak's expression locked in ecstasy in the mirror behind them. Griffon had one hand wrapped around his shoulder cradling his neck lovingly. The other was at the small of his back, his fingers splayed on the top of Zak's ass. Griffon's lips were fastened to his neck. Griffon's eyes were closed, and he was drinking greedily from his lover's throat. Salina was transfixed at the sight. After a second of watching them, it occurred to her she was seeing something intimate between the two lovers. Everything in her told her to turn and give them privacy, but she couldn't tear her gaze away.
“More, Griffon.” Zak moaned, exasperated.
Griffon clutched onto his ass and pulled Zak into him more. He must have sensed her, because he opened his eyes and locked them with hers. He didn't break the gaze, but began to suck. It seemed she could feel each pull Griffon took from him. Her body rocked in time with his sucking. She clutched the doorframe hard. Her breathing intensified the longer she watched. The pleasure was cresting inside of her. She was getting wetter. She clenched her thighs together. A gush of wetness dampened her panties. A strangled cry left her lips. Finally he looked away, but not before she noticed a slight curling up of his lips in a sneer. When he broke the staring contest, she dashed down the hall and ran into the kitchen trying to catch her breath. Whatever connection they had made was beyond words. She clasped the kitchen sink and turned the faucet on. Flinging her glasses off, she splashed the water on her skin, glad to find it was as cold as it was in the bathroom. She took additional handfuls and gulped them down. When she was done, she bowed her head, trying to stop the lightheaded feeling that had come upon her. But it only got worse.
Hands were trailing up her sides, gently, delicately. Hot breath blasted against her neck. She felt lips playing over her throat. Fingers brushed against her nipples, hardening them. Salina tried to fight the sensations, but wasn't able to. This isn't real. This can't be happening. What's going on?
She didn't get an answer.
The sensations only intensified. The rush of the water was drowned out by the pounding of her heart. She squeezed her eyes shut. The woozy feeling sloshed her head around. The hands were all over her.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
New Release: Love's Learning Curves
 | Love's Learning CurvesBy: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicciPublished By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC ISBN # 9781936165520 Word Count: 29995 Heat Index  Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, Rocket, Epub  Read More |
About the book
Dario Acardi has enough stress in his life. His family is hounding him to marry, his father wants him to take over as head of the pride, and his cousin needs to borrow the car. All he wants is a little peace.Narrowly escaping another engagement his uncle deems as an "appropriate" showing for the coming heir of the Taja pride, he chaperones his cousin and date to the State Fair. The obvious problem is they don't want a chaperone and leave him in the dust to find his own entertainment. Except he finds himself standing behind a curvy brunette, and suddenly both he and his cougar are pacing like wild animals.
Sheridan Donovan is nursing a bruised heart and her brother and friends are driving her crazy with their coddling. What stung wasn't the break up. It was her ex's immediate engagement to a skinny friend.
But now that a certain cougar has decided she's the woman he needs, Dario has to convince her that what she believes isn't true at all. That size isn't what rules the heart. And perfection really is in the eye of the beholder.
An excerpt from the book
Blood pulsed like a roaring river, ramming through his body. He couldn’t remember a single time when he’d ever felt this hot, this hungry for a woman. She was turning him into an inferno of need.“I’m going to tell you every single fantasy I’ve ever had, baby.” He licked at the seam of her lips and she melted into him. Rising on her toes, she pressed her body against his groin. Dario moaned through the sensation of her body rubbing over his.
“You didn’t even tell me the first one,” she replied, a laughing, teasing lilt in her voice.
Guiding her into the one room he hadn’t visited yet, he didn’t bother turning on the light. “Sweetheart, if I get that one fantasy tonight, my heart may not survive the shock.”
Lashes fluttered. “Oh. Now that does sound like a challenge.” The drag of her fingers snaked under his shirt again, and he chuckled. Then she was tugging it free of his jeans waist. With a little help, the pullover vanished beyond his shoulder.
Within minutes, they’d managed to strip each other bare, except for one little article that left Dario speechless.
“A thong?” His beautiful woman wore thongs? He couldn’t believe it, but there it was. A silk triangle smaller than a handkerchief.
She giggled self-consciously. “They make me feel sexy.”
“Sheridan, if you were any more sexy, I’d incinerate.”
Her eyes widened, her immediate answer being to shake her head. He gripped her between firm palms. “Never again. I mean that.”
Confusion dampened her excitement. “After. We’ll talk later. I need you now, baby.”
With his mouth devouring hers, he urged her backward until the edge of the bed stopped her. “Where are they? I’m not getting out of this bed for anything.”
“Nightstand.”
He grinned. “Hallelujah.” Then laughing at her startled chirp, he toppled them both to the bed, catching her in his arms. Rolling her beneath him, he began to drop open-mouth kisses across her collarbone. When he reached the harried beat of her pulse in her neck, he suckled the erratic pounding between his lips, scraping his teeth over her before pulling hard on the skin. She arched and groaned like a winter wind, a low howl that made the hair on his arms stand up. He’d never heard that sound, never heard it come from a woman. He shuddered as the timbre faded.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
New Release: Dark Diary by Dawne Dominique
Author: Dawné Dominique
Cover Artist: Dawné DominiqueGenre: Paranormal/ Erotic Romance/ Vampire Length: Novel, 70,912 Words, 167 PDF Pages
ISBN: 978-193165-53-7
Heat Level: Erotic Romance
Warning: Violence
Cover Artist: Dawné DominiqueGenre: Paranormal/ Erotic Romance/ Vampire Length: Novel, 70,912 Words, 167 PDF Pages
ISBN: 978-193165-53-7
Heat Level: Erotic Romance
Warning: Violence
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Book II of Dawné Dominique’s The First series:
The lives of a deranged serial killer, a seven centuries old First vampire and a City of Winnipeg detective collide in this second novel of Dawné Dominique’s The First series.
Daniella Rolfe, a seven-century old First vampire is unwittingly drawn together with a City of Winnipeg detective, who happens to be investigating a string of some rather bizarre serial murders. It doesn’t take long for her to discover that this mere mortal man holds more power over her than any she's ever known.
And Aiden…he's only dreamed about women like Daniella.
Blood battles and broken vows are the just beginning of Daniella Rolfe’s woes.
EXCERPT:
Aiden forced himself to chill and reason this out, though it was as difficult as hell. He couldn’t forget the images of her gleaming teeth or the slithering veils of midnight-black floating about her skull like Medusa’s snakes.
As she explained, Daniella’s voice adopted a soft, melodic timbre, and coupled with her unique accent, it drifted in his ears like medieval Celtic music.
“I am the last of The First, a blood drinker from the moment I emerged from my mother’s womb. For centuries, I’ve lived alongside y—”
A half-hearted laugh snuck out before he could stop it. Strangling the rest of the chortle, he managed a hoarse, “You’ve got to be joking!”
“Please allow me the courtesy of finishing, Aiden. I’ll take your questions…” she paused, “and ridicule, after.”
He snapped his mouth shut so fast, his teeth chattered. The calm rebuke had felt like a spanking.
“I am a chameleon; I change my identity from century to century, so no one is the wiser. I continue to be the great granddaughter of a Rolfe, which is a family name I rather like, though it is fictitious. The Talbots aid me in ensuring proper documentation is changed and my continuous birth is legal and binding. Vampires, my kin, walk amongst you, though they know enough about me to leave any city I reside in alone.
He went to ask what cities, but she didn’t give him a chance.
“Your written myths are correct in that vampires are made by the transference of their blood with a human, but…” A dark shadow crossed over her face. “…vampires are not prone to sharing their blood, as it brings competition over fodder and territory. They are self-righteous loners by nature, preferring their own company for centuries on end until loneliness makes them destroy themselves or…” She fell silent.
“Or?”
“Or they find a companion deemed worthy in their eyes to spend eternity with.” She turned away. “Vampires have been around since before I was born. How and why they came into existence is unknown to me. I-I suspect that there must be parents of sorts, and there are rumors, but I’ve paid little attention to the veils of that world.”
“Veils?”
“When a vampire is turned, we call it the veiling.”
He had to ask. “Why?”
“There are veils of magic that separate our worlds. Think of the dark gifts as a commodity, but worth more than any amount of money in the world. Power is an ugly thing, Aiden. It breeds all sorts of fiends. Bloodsuckers exist, and good and evil are forever battling. In your race or in others, the concept is still the same. Now where was I? Oh, yes. Vamps are found any place where food is plentiful. It’s not uncommon to have two, maybe three residing in one city, depending on its population and size, but their hunting boundaries are strictly enforced. How they’re agreed upon, I don’t know. There are those who attempt to seek me out. I can sense them well before they have even caught a whiff of my nocturnal scent. Those who dare come here to usurp me, I destroy. And those that leave unexplained corpses, whether it is in my city or not, I find and kill them. We’re similar in that vampires are protective of their domiciles and food. When age becomes a concern—”
“Wait. Vampires don’t age… I mean…” Just what the hell did he mean?
“I’ll get to that later,” she said, her features softening. “Most vampires feed without the necessity of killing, taking only what’s needed before setting their victims free, unscathed. Well, perhaps a tad anemic, but they remember nothing of the experience,” she added with a strained smile. “Our gifts, in other words our magic, facilitates this.”
“Well, that’s reassuring,” he scorned. “I can well imagine that remembering someone gnawing on your neck and sucking you dry would have some fucked up effects. Intensive therapy comes to mind.” The scathing scowl she gave snapped his mouth shut again.
“Like your rungs of society, Aiden, vampires have their share of what one would deem a criminal. These degenerates kill when they feed without taciturn methods of secrecy, thinking they are all powerful, beyond reproach. Thankfully there are some out there who think like I do.”
He couldn’t help but wonder what category she fit in.
Book II of Dawné Dominique’s The First series:
The lives of a deranged serial killer, a seven centuries old First vampire and a City of Winnipeg detective collide in this second novel of Dawné Dominique’s The First series.
Daniella Rolfe, a seven-century old First vampire is unwittingly drawn together with a City of Winnipeg detective, who happens to be investigating a string of some rather bizarre serial murders. It doesn’t take long for her to discover that this mere mortal man holds more power over her than any she's ever known.
And Aiden…he's only dreamed about women like Daniella.
Blood battles and broken vows are the just beginning of Daniella Rolfe’s woes.
EXCERPT:
Aiden forced himself to chill and reason this out, though it was as difficult as hell. He couldn’t forget the images of her gleaming teeth or the slithering veils of midnight-black floating about her skull like Medusa’s snakes.
As she explained, Daniella’s voice adopted a soft, melodic timbre, and coupled with her unique accent, it drifted in his ears like medieval Celtic music.
“I am the last of The First, a blood drinker from the moment I emerged from my mother’s womb. For centuries, I’ve lived alongside y—”
A half-hearted laugh snuck out before he could stop it. Strangling the rest of the chortle, he managed a hoarse, “You’ve got to be joking!”
“Please allow me the courtesy of finishing, Aiden. I’ll take your questions…” she paused, “and ridicule, after.”
He snapped his mouth shut so fast, his teeth chattered. The calm rebuke had felt like a spanking.
“I am a chameleon; I change my identity from century to century, so no one is the wiser. I continue to be the great granddaughter of a Rolfe, which is a family name I rather like, though it is fictitious. The Talbots aid me in ensuring proper documentation is changed and my continuous birth is legal and binding. Vampires, my kin, walk amongst you, though they know enough about me to leave any city I reside in alone.
He went to ask what cities, but she didn’t give him a chance.
“Your written myths are correct in that vampires are made by the transference of their blood with a human, but…” A dark shadow crossed over her face. “…vampires are not prone to sharing their blood, as it brings competition over fodder and territory. They are self-righteous loners by nature, preferring their own company for centuries on end until loneliness makes them destroy themselves or…” She fell silent.
“Or?”
“Or they find a companion deemed worthy in their eyes to spend eternity with.” She turned away. “Vampires have been around since before I was born. How and why they came into existence is unknown to me. I-I suspect that there must be parents of sorts, and there are rumors, but I’ve paid little attention to the veils of that world.”
“Veils?”
“When a vampire is turned, we call it the veiling.”
He had to ask. “Why?”
“There are veils of magic that separate our worlds. Think of the dark gifts as a commodity, but worth more than any amount of money in the world. Power is an ugly thing, Aiden. It breeds all sorts of fiends. Bloodsuckers exist, and good and evil are forever battling. In your race or in others, the concept is still the same. Now where was I? Oh, yes. Vamps are found any place where food is plentiful. It’s not uncommon to have two, maybe three residing in one city, depending on its population and size, but their hunting boundaries are strictly enforced. How they’re agreed upon, I don’t know. There are those who attempt to seek me out. I can sense them well before they have even caught a whiff of my nocturnal scent. Those who dare come here to usurp me, I destroy. And those that leave unexplained corpses, whether it is in my city or not, I find and kill them. We’re similar in that vampires are protective of their domiciles and food. When age becomes a concern—”
“Wait. Vampires don’t age… I mean…” Just what the hell did he mean?
“I’ll get to that later,” she said, her features softening. “Most vampires feed without the necessity of killing, taking only what’s needed before setting their victims free, unscathed. Well, perhaps a tad anemic, but they remember nothing of the experience,” she added with a strained smile. “Our gifts, in other words our magic, facilitates this.”
“Well, that’s reassuring,” he scorned. “I can well imagine that remembering someone gnawing on your neck and sucking you dry would have some fucked up effects. Intensive therapy comes to mind.” The scathing scowl she gave snapped his mouth shut again.
“Like your rungs of society, Aiden, vampires have their share of what one would deem a criminal. These degenerates kill when they feed without taciturn methods of secrecy, thinking they are all powerful, beyond reproach. Thankfully there are some out there who think like I do.”
He couldn’t help but wonder what category she fit in.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
New Release: HIS REDEEMER'S KISS
Author: Diana Castilleja
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Vampire
Length: Novel, 93,051 words, 226 pages PDF
ISBN: 978-1-936165-44-5
Release Date: June 30, 2010
Heat Level: Sensual Romance
Violence
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Seeking redemption from his inner demons, peace comes from the least likely of sources.
After existing for three hundred years, Joaquin Ramirez has fought the last nightly battle for his sanity. Rather than relinquish his tenuous hold on humanity, to not become the soulless monster that lives within him, he has decided suicide is a more honorable death. Until an unknown voice whispers from the darkness to literally shout at him—‘coward’.
Lily Jaspers is an enigma to Joaquin. A woman who has been abused, her internal pain shrouds her telepathic words. Yet she is living with, protected by, the very creatures Joaquin has no trust in—the Brethren. Maniacal and cruel, the Brethren are the vampire society as it is known, and feared, by humans. They are soulless beings who were once men of honor, like Joaquin. The one he faces who protects Lily is, in fact, the most adept and strongest he’s ever met. The whole situation intensifies when the home where he found the holder of the enchanting voice is attacked by a human force that leaves no doubt none were expected to survive.
Fleeing under the cover of night sets a path for both Joaquin and Lily that neither will be able to escape as danger from her past, alongside the secret of his reality, threaten not only them, but the freedom Lily and her friends have fought so hard to achieve. A freedom that can be destroyed in the blink of an eye.
Available here!Excerpt:
Chapter One
Joaquin made his decision.
He crouched in the thickening darkness like a silent wraith, unmoving beneath the extended arms of the shadow-laden trees, listening to the mockery of life all around him. His lip lifted with a derisive snarl as the single word knifed through him. Life. He had none. His had ceased to have meaning more than three hundred years ago. At this point, he didn’t even know why he was still paying his penance. After three centuries, he was sure God, himself, would forgive him.
There was no joy on his features, no anticipation, not even the etched sadness he’d worn for decades. Now, there was nothing. Nothing in his heart. He was cold; existing, but not living.
He watched with unblinking attention from the shifting shadows as the young couple disembarked the horse-drawn carriage in the verdant public park. The man held his date tightly in the cooling night air, their heads together in quiet, tender conversation as they strolled the cobbled walkways arm in arm. The gesture meant nothing to Joaquin. Ironwork lampposts created a romantic ambiance, showering golden light onto the flowered trails, the perfect setting for a couple in love. Unfortunately, there were no feelings filling the frozen abyss in his heart as he watched the couple walk through the pools of light. To him, they were his subsistence, nothing more. Tonight, they would be his last.
With the ease of those endless centuries empowering him, he beckoned the couple from the path and into the tree line of the park with a simple command. The closer they came, the more the scent of hot blood raked his senses, and his hungers blazed to match it. Joaquin knew that same fire would shine in his eyes. It was part of his curse, a part of him. Yet, in all of his lonely, silent years stalking the night, he had never taken a life. He’d never cursed another with the cruel and cold creature consuming his soul one endless night at a time. Now, when he’d made his decision to accept whatever judgment waited for him on the other side of the sunrise, he was careful to keep a firm hand on those driving and demanding hungers. He knew if he failed to win the battle tonight, all the years of brutal penance, all the years of his own living hell, would be for nothing.
A firm mental push sent the couple safely on their way after sating his bitter appetite. Neither would ever know the travesty performed on their unsuspecting bodies, or how close to death they had stood.
With a leap, he shot into the night sky, changing his shape to fit into the nighttime world as easily as nature itself, unseen yet in plain sight. The trees of the park melted away as he rose above the earth, slipping through the breezes to leave it all behind. All he had to do was wait for the rising sun. He had no one to tell. There was no one left who knew he even existed. He guessed there should be sadness in that knowledge somewhere, but if there was, Joaquin couldn’t find it.
He had no reason to continue this imitation of living any longer and hadn’t for decades, but he had held out hope that God, someone, would show him why this abysmal hell had been laid at his door. Eventually, even hope dies. Coldness seeped into his skin the further he flew. It forced his concentration to his surroundings where he could easily push away the evening chill with a dismissive thought, recreating the blanket of warmth that would protect him in any form. The northern wilderness cooled faster once the sun had gone down, but he hated staying within the cities. It invariably caused him trouble.
Woods sprawled like a green jeweled sea beneath the beat of his long wings, with some glittering, faceless city left behind. He was sure another city lay somewhere ahead. Was this all there was giving him hope? The knowledge that another warm body could keep him alive for one more night? That some city’s deep streets or the wide open countryside would offer up some treasure, a wisdom he had never been lucky enough to find? A peace of mind that had eluded him for these many centuries? Was this why he’d risen night after endless night? These eternal ages of silence weren’t how he’d wanted to spend his lifetime. More than one lifetime. He released a rare, deep sigh into the silent chill.
This was why Joaquin knew it was time. There wasn’t anything living left inside of him. His heart beat because he made it. He breathed because he could. He didn’t have to do either if he didn’t want to. He had become an emotionless void, no joy in life, nothing to inspire him to feel, to live as the man he had once been. This was not living. This was where he believed he should care, but he couldn’t. Not even a trickled sense of resignation as he searched one last time and found no argument to negate his final decision. He would die in the morning.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
New Release : Embraced by Passion
Embraced By Passion
Diana DeRicci
ISBN 978-1-936165-48-3
Word Count: 36,003
PDF Page Count: 109
Heat Index: Erotic Romance
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Erotic Romance, MMF, Ménage, paranormal, BBW
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Search Words (at least 20): wyvern, telepathy, ménage, BBW, M/M, M/F/M, M/M/F, anal play, anal intercourse, paranormal romance, erotic romance, shapeshifter,
Blurb:
Ja'Rol and Slone have been together for years, but lately a desire they can't help has been creeping up on them. An emptiness neither wanted to admit to fearing the other's reaction and hurt. A faceless need, a woman they know they will encounter. A woman who will bond with them and make them complete in ways neither has ever known or anticipated.
Brigit can't explain the attraction she feels when she meets not one, but both of her mother's ex-bosses. When she learns her mother is about to wed, Slone and Ja'Rol offer to fly her to the ceremony. Their wedding gift--to have Brigit with her mother for the special day.
The trip to Las Vegas guarantees at least the opportunity to win her, to convince Brigit they want her. Embracing their relationship will be the easy part. The telepathy... That's a little harder to explain.
Excerpt:
“Vegas, huh?” Ja’Rol asked.
“Two days.” Brigit ran her fingers through her hair. How was she going to pull that off? She didn’t have tons of cash and a flight forty-eight hours ahead was going to cost a fortune. A bus would be cheaper, but could she do it in two days?
“Let’s surprise your mother,” Ja’Rol offered. “We do miss her. She’d been with us for a long time.”
“How?” she asked, questioning them both.
“Tell us where you’re staying, and your number. We’ll arrange for you to be picked up. We’ll fly. A final gift to say goodbye for her.” Slone sat, looking at her, hardly blinking.
“Won’t that interrupt your week?”
Ja’Rol smiled. “It’ll be worth it.”
After giving them her information, she took a couple numbers with her in case something changed. She promised to be packed and ready by seven the next night to catch the flight with them.
Standing, she noticed again how they stood over her, tall and broad. Both watched her with a protective gleam, and with Ja’Rol, more than a hint of desire. She couldn’t argue with what she saw in him. She felt it too, but being attracted to them both confused her. Just thinking about it made her nipples tighten more.
Feeling off kilter, she shook their hands, fighting to hide the tremble as heat flared up her arm to land in her stomach. It oozed like a hot lava flow to settle between her legs, making her damp with want the longer she stood with them.
“Until tomorrow,” Slone said. His voice had dropped to a low timbre. The kind of voice that made women swoon off their feet. Because she almost did.
“Thank you for doing this,” she said, trying to keep herself grounded. He smelled as good as Ja’Rol. Damn. What did they wear? She was so buying it.
“We’re happy to. You should be with your mother when she shares vows with her soon to be husband.”
Decadent. She was staring at the personification.
She licked her lips. “Tomorrow night?”
“Seven sharp,” he replied. Still holding her hand, he lifted it and brushed the back of her knuckles with his lips, just the softest tease of heat to skin. Her body pulsed as liquid slicked her pussy. Shit. I have got to get out of here before I combust.
“Let me walk you to the way out,” Ja’Rol offered.
Almost numb with need, she followed. Slone opened the door and with a hand to her back, she let Ja’Rol guide her to the elevator. “All the way to one,” he told her.
She nodded. “I can get a cab.”
“A cab?” He glanced at her, his eyes wider. “Not for Traci’s daughter. I’ll go down and call for the car. Are you already settled at your hotel?”
“Yes,” she answered, feeling breathless.
“Good.”
“It’s not an imposition? Doesn’t it take money to just drive me to my hotel?”
“You are now our guest, as we will be your guests to your mother’s wedding. We take care of our guests.”
She felt it was a losing battle, so she didn’t push. Riding in the elevator was a torture. Not as rugged as Slone, dark brown hair, honey gold eyes, he was perfection.
Decadence and perfection. And she was about to be ensconced in an airplane for hours with the two of them.
Brigit swallowed the groan, crossing her arms to conceal her arousal.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
New Release: CAGED by Diana DeRicci
Caged
Diana DeRicci
ISBN : 978-1-936165-43-8
PDF Page Count: 48
Erotic Romance
A cat shifter trying to fit into a world that didn't start as hers. The man who would love and protect her with everything he had. Mira never expected to find the one man she would grow to trust and love among the human men. Living with humans had grown to be a skill for the Felids. As long as they didn't expose themselves, they were safe. Rhys never thought he'd find the love of his life or that she would turn out to be an alien cat shifter. What she could do with her shape was amazing. He vowed to protect her and her people.
Unfortunately, someone has learned of their existence, and is hunting for Mira.
Unfortunately, someone has learned of their existence, and is hunting for Mira.
Excerpt:
More asleep than awake, he carried her drowsy self into the townhouse they now
shared. Kicking the door closed, he took her upstairs, setting her gently on the king bed.
She was a sprawler. Show him a cat that wasn‟t, he thought with a grin. He tore off his
t-shirt then wiggled her out of the sweater and jeans. She arched beneath his hands.
God, she knew how to make this hard for him.
Sliding into bed naked, he curled around her and she automatically bowed with
him, a breathy purr rumbling up like a contented moan. The first time she‟d done that,
he‟d thought he was hearing things, because he‟d never owned a cat in his life, but he
knew he‟d heard one, practically beneath his ear. The memory still had the power to
make him smile. Bringing up the blankets, he covered them and closed his eyes.
Her ass wiggled against his groin. Rhys sucked in a needy breath. Mira was more
asleep than awake.
He thought.
Then she gyrated, and his cock answered, thickening along her ass cheek.
Relishing the feeling of her skin rubbing against him, Rhys didn‟t move.
“Rhys,” she murmured.
“Rest, Mira. You need rest.” He was trying to do the right thing, but even
Superman would have trembled in his shoes. Or sheets.
“Uh uh,” she replied, unrepentant.
She pressed the sweet curve of her ass into his cock, arching along his body until
her arms lifted over her to wrap around the back of his head, thrusting her breasts
forward with the motion. Rhys groaned.
“I need you.”
He understood. She needed to reconnect, needed to feel her mate with her,
protecting her, cherishing her.
Rhys couldn‟t deny that need. Not when he needed her just as badly. His arms
circled her body, a firm, satiny breast filling his palm. She panted as her nipple
tightened, budding to push hungrily into his palm. Burying his face into her neck, he
sucked and lipped, twirling his tongue over sensitive skin and the beat of her pulse. She
shivered in answer.
He loved the smoothness of her skin, the wild taste, like a sun-heated field of
summer grass. The image of her without a care, dozing in the sunshine on her back,
filled his mind. It disturbed him that someone was trying to take that away from her.
She pushed into him, an insistence in the message. The worry of yesterday
slipped away for the right now.
filled his mind. It disturbed him that someone was trying to take that away from her.
She pushed into him, an insistence in the message. The worry of yesterday
slipped away for the right now.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
New Release: Tied to a Demon / Rachel D. Thompson
Tied To A Demon
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Author: Rachel D. ThompsonCover Artist: Anastasia RabiyahGenre: Paranormal RomanceLength: NovellaISBN 978-1-936165-39-1Heat Level: Sensual RomanceViolence
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Shanna dreams of becoming a level-five witch. Only one thing stands in her way—her ability. Attempting to conjure a low-grade imp brings forth a terrifying demon straight out of the nine hells. Worse yet, he claims to be tied to her through a contract formed with her late father. Who is the demon Alecandros really? He seems to know far too much about her...
EXCERPT:
“Are you all right, little witch?”
She wasn’t. A demon stood so close to her she could feel the unnatural heat baking off his skin, coming off him in waves. Her muscles had tensed up so much she didn’t think she could move, even to defend herself. Of course, any spells she’d memorized had flown right out of her head anyway. They wouldn’t do her any good.
He picked her up before she could fall again and retrieved the jar from her limp grasp. He set it back on the shelf.
“Clumsy little witch.”
She gasped as he slung her over his back, steadying her with a hand on her rump. He took the stairs two at a time, and she bumped along with his unsteady gait, her view obstructed by his back.
They passed through the kitchen and into her bedroom. Dried potpourri filled the air with the scent of lilacs, an aroma she favored. He unslung her and after a short ride through the air, she landed on a soft surface. Her bed. She grabbed handfuls of the yellow comforter, sure it would soon be splattered red.
His face appeared in her view at the side of the bed, his forehead wrinkled. “You okay?”
She scrambled backwards, rumpling the sheets and comforter into a ball around her feet. Her head banged against the wall. “Ow!”
Rubbing the back of her head and trying to hold back a sob, she stared at the demon. His image doubled in her vision as tears threatened.
“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?” she choked out.
He cocked an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m going to kill you?”
She thought that should be obvious, but maybe he needed clarification. “You’re a demon.”
He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not that kind of demon. Tell me something, little witch. Why did you summon me?”
The question caught her off-guard. She sniffled. “What?”
“It’s a simple question. Demons are usually summoned because the summoner wants something. What. Do. You. Want?” He enunciated each word, as if speaking to a half-wit.
“I didn’t mean to summon you.”
“Oh. I see.” He sat on the bed with his legs folded underneath him. Then he smirked. “Then you shouldn’t have drawn my symbol within the circle.”
“I didn’t—” she began, but he cut her off.
“I’ve been summoned by many witches. But never accidentally.” He gave her a sly, sidelong glance, his eyes smoldering.
The temperature in the room rose about ten degrees. He got off the bed so he could execute a sharp bow. “If I’m an accident, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alecandros. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
After giving her sore head one more rub, she folded her arms.
“Do you even know what you’ve summoned, little witch?”
“It doesn’t matter. As soon as I figure out how to send you back to wherever you came from, I will.” The brave words lost some of their edge when her voice wavered.
“And why would you want to do that?” he asked in a dangerous tone.
She sounded uncertain even to herself. “You’re a demon. You belong in another dimension.”
“I do?” He spread his arms. “Do I look like a demon to you?”
She stared at him. He looked a few years older than she did, and his blue eyes had adopted a more innocent look. No, he didn’t look much like a demon now. Until his eyes flashed to black and back again.
“Let me show you what witches usually use me for,” he whispered, sliding closer. His hand on her ankle made her jump.
“Stop it.” Her voice sounded strangled, even to her.
His hand slid higher, bringing her skirt with it as he leaned over her. “Why? I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
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