Showing posts with label shapeshifter. Show all posts
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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, 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, 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.
Find more of Diana's work here: www.dianadericci.com and www.purplesword.com.
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