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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.Sunday, October 17, 2010
Ice Cream In The Snow by Diana Castilleja
 | Ice Cream in the SnowBy: Diana Castilleja | Other books by Diana CastillejaPublished By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC ISBN # 9781936165636 Word Count: 52603 Heat Index  Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, Rocket, Epub  Read More |
About the book
A past she never knew, a debt never paid. Will it cost her life, and her heart?
Jessica Harden has lived her adult life raising and protecting her son. Except her surprises have been lying in wait. With the inheritance of her own business, her ordered life begins to experience the darker side of her ex-husband's history, involving secrets and money. And someone in the shadows knows about both.
An excerpt from the book
“Jacob, don’t forget your book bag,” Jessie called over her shoulder from the kitchen. She shot an anxious look at the clock on the wall to find they were both cutting it close.“Got it here, Mom.” Jacob rushed into the kitchen, grabbed his lunch, and stuffed it into his bag. Watching his total disregard for the poor sack, she knew instinctively his lunch wouldn’t resemble food in four hours.
“Did you finish all of your homework?” She screwed the cap onto the juice, and placed it in the refrigerator. She frowned, noticing he hadn’t buttoned his shirt all the way again. She wondered if other parents had problems getting their children to dress themselves. Had to be a teenager thing.
“Yeah, all done. Don’t worry, Mom. The essay isn’t due until the end of the week.” He gulped his juice in seconds, then tossed the cup into the sink. She saw him make a final, searching look before he whipped around, rushing to catch the bus.
Jessie planted her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “Hey mister, forgetting something?”
Jacob turned, a bashful hue tinting his cheeks. With a quick kiss to her cheek, he made good on his escape.
“Don’t forget to tuck in your shirt!” Jessie yelled after him.
She smiled at his disappearing back, knowing with a mother’s intuition her words would be ignored. The slam of the door echoed through to the kitchen. Going nothing to ninety. She envied his constant energy, and not too secretly either.
Jacob was an incredibly smart young man, at least in her eyes, although twelve wasn’t considered as young as it might once have been. So much more was expected of kids today, far more than she could remember. She was glad he had some good smarts to work with. If Jacob kept his classes in order, and kept his grades up, colleges would be looking for him instead of the other way around. It was a promising prospect for her son’s future, which made her very proud of him.
The two of them were a good team. They both had a say in whatever happened in their world, although when necessary, she did take the ‘Because I’m the mom’ stand. Even then, she took the time to explain the whys if she could. All they had was each other, so their relationship had to be understanding if not equal, as much as possible. It showed in Jacob’s maturity. She was always receiving end of year notes from his school teachers praising him.
She flipped the switch to the light in the kitchen and made her way through the house. She remembered when she'd bought the three-bedroom house, not long after her divorce from Arthur. It wasn’t large, but it was permanent. It exuded that homey feeling she remembered from growing up, a feeling of family. It held a certain appeal she had immediately felt drawn to. There was a warmth in the house, almost a calming quality. It was the perfect house for her when she needed a home to give a stable life to her and Jacob.
The sunlight beaming into the kitchen was what had sold her on the cozy home from the beginning. The way the light shone through the windows over the sink had seemed so perfect, bringing back those moments from her childhood that she’d wanted to impart on Jacob. The bright arcs of yellow warmth scattered across the floor, and late into the day they would almost reach the counter across the table’s width, giving it an enchanted feeling bathed in that glow. She’d fallen in love on the spot.
She’d needed the security the house offered her when Arthur relinquished any rights to her life, the day she caught him in their bed with another woman.
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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