Sunday, December 30, 2012

Sonia Hightower: Napa Valley Naughties series with giveaway!




Announcing the first release of the Napa Valley Naughties by Sonia Hightower
Ladies Uncorked
There’s a reason the room on the ladies only wine tour is so cheap… There’s only one bed!
But it’s big enough for three…

Blurb:

Girls just wanna have fun and what better way to do that than a weekend wine tour? Rozella needs a break from caring for her mother and her friend Nicole is newly single and in need of a respite from her own troubles.

Their eagerness turns to mild dismay, however, when they discover they got a great deal on a fancy hotel room only because they’re apparently sharing a bed...a bed big enough for three. Will they make use of it? They may have a willing bedmate in the form of a sexy tour guide. But first, they must uncork their inhibitions.
Excerpt:

His gaze perused first Nicole, then Rozella, the glint in his eyes appreciative. Rozella busied herself pouring him a glass of wine. She willed her hands not to shake as she offered him the glass. “You’ve been left out of the festivities. I’m sure you’d like to make up for it now.”
He accepted the glass with a twitch at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, I assume I will.” He watched her as he took his first sip. Rozella saw the moisture of the wine on his lips and fought the urge to lick them. But then again, what was stopping her? Isn’t that what he was here for? Did they really want to waste time with their life stories?
As Nicole led him to the bed and sat down with him, her own wine glass in hand, Rozella decided not. They weren’t interested in life stories tonight. The sexual tension in the air was palpable.
She grabbed her own wine glass and gulped greedily, watching as Nicole set her own aside to place one hand on Blake’s thigh and one on his back, leaning in close. The whitish-gold liquid stung her throat and caused her eyes to tear. She wasn’t used to drinking so quickly, and the wine from Vespera’s was more potent than a store bought vintage.
Nicole and Blake were whispering to each other, smiles lighting their faces. Rozella set her glass down, grabbed the wine bottle, and approached them. She gestured to Blake’s empty glass as she held the bottle out. “More?”
“No.” He grinned, set his glass on the nightstand, and rose to stand before her. His chest was almost touching hers. Her nipples hardened beneath the material of her dress. “Maybe after,” he murmured right before he caught her mouth with his own.
Available on Amazon and Secret Cravings Publishing.
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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

12 Days of Xanthus by Shlya Colt 12-20-12

12 Days of Xanthus Looking for a shortie that will get you in the mood for giving, make you fan your face and take you on adventure out of this world? Look no further.

Shyla will be giving away a ecopy of the book to one lucky commenter who comments and leaves their email address!  Good Luck!

Blurb
Burned out from work and failed relationships, Violet O'Shea is in need of a break. A few weeks at the family cabin seemed like the cure all. Until a tan warrior built like a Viking crash lands his spaceship and ends up on her front porch.

Xanthus has twelve days until his slave bands become inactive and freedom is gained from the Amazon queen he serves. After a life of being used for the pheromones that incite sexual pleasure Xanthus is amazed by the woman committed to helping him. Can he convince her their bond is more than a chemical response?

Excerpt
“Do not be afraid, mistress. I only seek shelter for the next twelve days.”
“Then what happens?” she asked.
“Then the tracking device on my bands will be rendered ineffective."
He held up his arms and the fire glinted off the black bands.
This is really happening.
She opened her mouth to speak, and a throaty purr came out instead. Horrified by her behavior, she gasped.
“It’s not your fault, Mistress,” Xanthus whispered, his dark eyes sad. Her anxiety skyrocketed.
“It’s the hormones.”
“I don’t care if you’ve got a keen sense of smell, or not, Spock. That’s rude.”
“Not your hormones, Mistress, mine. It’s why the strongest of the Xanths are harvested to mate with the Zenths. Our glands secret something similar to what your people refer to as an aphrodisiac.”
“This cannot be happening,” she whispered. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.
“Is it hot in here to you?” she asked.
“Please let me ease the ache, Mistress. It will only continue to worsen until I do.”
“No, no, I’m fine.”
 She gritted her teeth and slowly counted to ten. She sat next to an alien who secreted some super scent that made her want to jump his bones. She licked her suddenly dry lips and whimpered when her nipples hardened and her breast grew heavy. Stiff points pressed against the silky material of her bra, creating a delicious sensation that spiraled through her body. A pulse began at her core and her clitoris filled with blood. She wrapped her fingers around the side of the chair and fought against the impulse to rub her thighs together. Her breath came in pants. Desire became a never ending wave that pounded her body over and over until her panties were soaked with her dew, and her body shook from the effort it took her not to move.
“Please, Mistress. Allow me to relieve the tension. It will only become worse and I never intended to cause you pain.”
She glanced up and fell into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Her body felt heavy and drugged and she watched him approach her through hungry eyes. She wanted to taste every inch of his golden flesh. He pulled the shotgun from her limp fingers and set it on the ground beside her. Xanthus bent over and placed an arm on either side of her body. She inhaled, dragged his scent deep into her lungs. Her nostrils flared. He smelled like the air just before rain mixed with something exotic and mouth watering. Her hand touched the heated flesh of his chest. When had her hand moved? Violet glanced up at him and her vision blurred. She blinked and found his cheek pressed against her own. He nuzzled at her like a cat. The skin to skin contact kicked her sex drive into warp speed.
She turned her head to the left and captured his lips with her own. Xanthus tasted sinful, full bodied and sweet with a bite. His body tensed and he paused, his lips resting against hers without moving. Perhaps they didn’t kiss on Zenton. She thrust her tongue in between his full lips, determined to show him how kissing worked. Her hands curled and her fingers scraped along his chest. His mouth moved against hers, tentative and awkward. It was sweet in a way. For a brief moment, she wondered what the slaves did on his planet. Then he moaned and rational thought flew out the window when he responded. He went from shy to ravenous as he devoured her like a man lost in the dessert too long at a well. Violet had never felt passion like this. Xanthus hadn’t even touched her anywhere but her lips, and she was literally dripping. Her nectar ran from her pussy down to her upper thighs, soaking her blue jeans. They pulled apart for air and his skin once more caught her gaze. Perfection. She leaned in to lick a path around his pert nipple. The salty taste danced along her palette and she traced a slick path around his chest.
She continued to tease him; each pass she made with her tongue moved closer and closer to his nipple but never actually touched it. His muscles tensed. Sweat formed on his skin and she made her move. She paired a swift pinch of his left nipple with a gentle bite to his right. Xanthus jerked. His face flushed and his breathing grew rough as she persisted with her tongue torture. Violet ran her hands over every inch of his body she could reach, as she learned him and his reactions.
“I wish to pleasure you.” His voice rumbled in his chest. God, how could a man so subservient be so damned alluring at the same time? She’d unleashed an inner Dominatrix she hadn’t known existed. Something about those pheromones he produced loosed all her inhibitions.
“Mmhmm, I like the sound of that. Put a hurting on my pussy, Xanthus.”
A sound more akin to an animal then a man burst free and he leaned forward to take her swollen nipples into his mouth through her shirt and her bra. She sucked in breath between her teeth and arched. The wet heat he provided made her shiver. He sucked and nibbled as his hand massaged her opposite breast. Her fingers itched to hold on to something more than the hard underside of the chair. She freed them, buried them into his thick hair, and purred. The luxurious, silken strands felt heavenly. A shimmer in the air caught her eye. Her jaw fell open when she found herself nude in front of him. He’d put some kind of alien whammy on her clothing! She opened her mouth to protest when his hands stopped working their magic on her bare breast and moved down to spread her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees and dove in between her legs like a swimmer into a pool.
His tongue blazed a path between her wet lips once, twice, and then he flicked her swollen button and drove his stiff tongue into her tight entrance. She screamed as the penetration tossed her into a toe-curling, spine tingling completion. Light burst behind her lids. Her body went spastic as every nerve ending she had fired at one time. When she came to, he still lapped at her pussy. He looked up as if he sensed her eyes on him. His tongue paused in mid lick and he pulled back.
“What did you do to me?” Her voice was as shaky as her body.
“When I’m aroused, my glands secret a chemical that heightens my partner's arousal.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” The man was literally engineered for sex!
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t understand.”
He shook his head and she focused in on his face. His lips shone with her juices. Heat infused her face. What had she just allowed a complete stranger to do? No. Not just a stranger, an alien. She’d never had an after buzz killed so fast. She crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.
“You need to stop calling me Mistress. My name is Violet.”
“You would let me address you by the name given by your birth mates?”
“Yes, you came here to gain your freedom, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Then it’s time you stand up and take some of it back. I do not rule you in any way, Xanthus. I’ll help you hide away. I could never sit back and allow anyone to be taken back into slavery. But I have two things to ask. Keep your… body parts-” she gestured with her hand. “-to yourself, and please return my clothes from wherever you zapped them off to.”
He nodded and she felt the light weight of cloth and denim.
“The other wish I will not be able to grant, Mi-”
She glared and he paused.
“Violet.”
“Why not?”
“Because you are my Mistress, the connection has already been made; it can’t be taken back, unless I get a new Mistress.”
“Wait! Are you telling me this insatiable need for sexual contact will continue on indefinitely?”
“Yes, but it will lessen and soon the effects will only be felt when it’s time to be intimate.”
She sighed as she placed her hands on her head. "Before we get into this we need to get you something to wear. Maybe it'll block some of that potent scent you have," Violet said standing from the couch.


If you want to read more about Xanthus and Violet it will release Saturday the 22nd from Passion in Print Publishing.


You can find out more about Shyla Colt here www.shylacolt.com

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Monday, December 17, 2012

Double dose of Author Angelina Rain! 12-17-12


Have you ever fantasized about pleasuring a firefighter? That is a pretty common fantasy amongst women. It was my own version of the fantasy that turned into this short story about one single woman, a wicked night, an unfortunate house fire, and five hunky firemen coming to the rescue.


BLURB:

Ginelle Jinx, recently single, heartbroken, and unemployed, decides to cast an impotency spell on her cheating ex. She doesn't expect the spell to have consequences, but her house catches on fire.

Five hunky firemen come to Ginelle’s rescue, one of them being Seth Tompson, her high school sweetheart. With one fire out, she finds old flames and new ones mingling as she indulges the pleasures her five firemen have on offer.

But what will happen when she realizes she still loves Seth? Does he feel the same? Can an old flame become a raging inferno?

Be Warned: menage sex (FMMMMM), m/m sex, multiple partners, anal sex, orgies

Excerpt:

She showered quickly, making sure not to use up all the hot water as she was certain he would need to shower too. But, she did stay under the spray for several minutes enjoying as the heat washed away the stress from the night.

Once she was done, she pulled the curtain away and grabbed the large bath towel Seth had supplied. She rubbed it over her long blonde hair, down her face, neck, chest, and back. It wasn't until she ran it over the back of her hand that pain shot through her as though her skin had been peeled off.

"Ouch! Fuck!" She screamed and hissed in pain, remembering that she burned her hand. The shocking events of the night had momentarily blocked the pain and now it throbbed as though making up for lost time.

A ruckus sounded outside the bathroom door and it opened quickly as Seth rushed in, worry etched into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

She stared at him. The pain quickly subsided as she took in the man before her. He had showered too and now only wore a pair of denim shorts. Seth had a perfectly muscled chest and she wanted to run her fingertips along the ridges and crevices of his spectacular body. No, she wanted more than just to touch it. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and taste every inch of this man. Her nipples hardened and her pussy pooled with warm juices.

Her breath caught in her throat as a moan of need and desire escaped her lips before she could contain it. She looked into Seth's eyes and saw the same lust that reflected her own.

He took two large steps toward her and his hands entangled in her wet hair. Seth tilted her head slightly and his lips crashed over hers. The need she felt within her, she also tasted in his mouth.


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Don't you hate stereotypes? I know I do. They are so annoying! This holiday season I decided to undo the stereotype surrounded around Santa Claus.

Yes, I know he's old, fat, jolly, works in a toy factory, and wears a red suit. But…. What if he were young, blonde, muscular, hunky, worked as a doctor in children’s hospital, and drove a red car? Isn't that mental image so much better? What if, we add peppermint and milk chocolate flavored 'candy cane' (for a lack of a better word)? Now we're talking, right? Want to know more about this alluring Santa?

Check out Sucking Santa's Candy Cane!

BLURB:

Noelle has always been a good girl, but when she meets a man named Santa Claus, her naughty side is unleashed. She indulges in her sexual desires with this handsome stranger with the very bizarre name. Santa Claus isn't real! Is he? Will Noelle learn to believe in magic and miracles while in the arms of her handsome lover?


EXCERPT:

“Let’s cut the crap, I want to eat your pussy.”
            She glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.
            “What’s up?”
            “Did you just say something to me?”
            “What do you think I said?”
            There was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.
            “I. . . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.
            “Are you now?”
            A car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she really want it to arrive?
            “What do you think you heard?”
            She glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
            He climbed off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?
            Santa inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”
            “We’re strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
            He put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.
            Her knees shook as she obeyed. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this stranger do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?
            She spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.
            “Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”
            How could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.
            As Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire juices.
            His fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”

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Monday, December 10, 2012

Evernight's Christmas Blog Hop December 10-14th!

Welcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!
We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?

Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each site on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering an iPad 2 as the grand prize! To be in with a chance of winning the site prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning that iPad 2! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Guest Author Louisa Bacio-The Wolf Tombstone



The Wolf Tombstone

No stone left unturned.

Click. Sometimes stories come together. As a writer, I push forward, waiting for those minor points of validation, where I’m told that what I’m doing is right. And, there have been times when the universe gives me a nod of approval.

Right before visiting New Orleans for the first time, I started writing my erotic paranormal series The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf. I had an idea of the location of the bookstore Pages, and other elements. Still, I wasn’t prepared for all the connections, and for how much I would be drawn to the city.

On that first visit, we hit up many of the regular tourist activities, including ghost and cemetery tours. The most well-known city of the dead is St. Louis #1, which is supposed to be the final resting place of Marie Laveau, the queen of Voodoo. On my second visit to the Big Easy, we ventured out with tour groups to a few other cemeteries.

Sun high in the sky, beating down on us, our group walked through the above-ground tombs. A few found solace in the shade of trees. Then I saw it: The Wolf Tomb. I had no idea Wolf was one of the local family names. How perfect for the city where my werewolves lived.

At that point, some aspects of my series shifted. My main character Trevor Pack was a werewolf, without direct knowledge of his father. Now, I had a connection – Wolf.

Seeing that mausoleum became the stepping stone for my most recent novel The Wolfe Pack. In it, Trevor’s sister Silver leaves the French Quarter behind in order to find her father. Her future is destined by fate.

Take an Online tour of New Orleans cemeteries through NOLA Cemeteries.


Tell me: Do you believe in coincidences? Does this connection add another layer to the story?

Here’s a look at a new release:

The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf 4: The Wolfe Pack

Silver Ashe can’t let go of the desire to find her birth father and the urge to join a pack. Against the wishes of her brother, Trevor, and her vampire-lover, Nick, Silver leaves New Orleans for the woods of Louisiana.
As the guard and a dominant member of the Wolfe Pack, Viktor isn’t too sure of the city-dwelling stranger who comes trespassing. With the lack of female werewolves, Viktor soon sees Silver as a potential mate. Too bad she’s already spoken for by a bloodsucker.
             Trapped between worlds, Silver’s faced with choosing between the lover she’s known most of her life, and the budding relationship with Viktor, where her future may lay. It’ll take some sweet talking and a whole lot of loving for Silver to find her place within the pack.

Available now via Ravenous Romance, Amazon, Barnes&Noble and other eRetailers.

As the tradition, to celebrate the release of The Wolfe Pack, I’m giving away an awesome New Orleans themed prize!

Hurricane Gift Basket
By Pat O’Briens

2 hurricane glasses and a drink mix, directly from the world famous Pat O’Briens in New Orleans. Shipping to the U.S. Value is worth $14.50 + the cost of shipping. I reserve the right to substitute the prize in case product is not available. If the winner is international, they can choose a $15 gift card to either Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

Until next time,

Louisa Bacio


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Friday, November 30, 2012

Hot For the Teacher now available!!!!

I am so excited to say that Hot For The Teacher is now out and available for purchase.  This was the first book that I submitted and got a contract for publishing.  I am excited to say it was written with my best friend Bella Rosso!  It is now available for purchase at these sites: WickedinkpressD'Ink WellDreams and Fantasies!

Blurb:
After a bitter divorce three years earlier, Dyani Delacroix focuses all her energy into her job. She hides her disappointment in a failed relationship under the guise of a trusted leader -- a Professor at the local college. Her plan works brilliantly until she notices her star pupil Caleb Tegner is on the verge of flunking out. Meeting him face to face over her desk sparks a desire she's not prepared to confront.

Caleb knows he's considered young. But a man is still a man, and he knows exactly what he wants. One sexy older woman. He doesn't see a professor, he sees beyond the title of trusted mentor. The obstacle of age is only one of the conflicts he'll battle to make her his.


Excerpt:


Dyani heard the knock on her office door and glanced at the clock on her laptop monitor, he was on time. She knew it was him. She could feel him. The sexual tension that always seemed to crackle in the air was back and he wasn’t even in the room, yet.

There was a seat in front of her desk for him to sit. Time for her to get her game face on and to deal with this, deal with Caleb and see what the issue was that made his grades fall so drastically. She wouldn’t think on how handsome he was. He was way too young and also Caucasian. Those two obstacles alone stopped her from acting on the need that pulsed through her body whenever he was close.

She had worked too long and too hard to gain her status at the university to play around with a taboo subject of younger man with an older woman. Let alone those very two people being of the opposite ethnicity. No, she wasn’t by any means offended by an interracial relationship. But even in this day and age, she knew others who were. Even those at the university level could take issue. Small-town gossip wasn’t the kind of thing she wanted to give fire to.

"Come on in." She spoke loud enough so he could hear her through the closed door.

He opened the door, and the first thing she noticed was how he gazed at her. His eyes scrutinized her body in an unhurried fashion, almost as if he were touching her, caressing her with his hands. She wished she hadn't unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes focused on the opened point of her blouse, she licked her lips in a nervous action when his eyes finally made contact with hers. "Hello Professor Delacroix." He purred the words; she shivered as her name rolled over his tongue. She swallowed, watching as he closed the door behind him and found the seat in front of her desk.

"Hello Caleb." She ignored the sound he emitted. The noise he had made could not be resonating with sensual purpose. It had to be a figment of her imagination. Yet, even that wrong interpretation made her shift as a wetness seeped between her thighs just from looking at him. She cleared her throat, giving an appearance of being more comfortable than she really felt, then continued. "So tell me, what’s happening as of late, that your failing?"

He leaned back in his chairs and looked at her through slitted eyes. "My attention has been set on other things."

"Other things?" A slender brow rose and she peered at him. She wanted to taste that lazy smile. How she loved the goatee and how wickedly long his hair was. How she watched him in class and lusted after his young body. How many nights she went home to masturbate to his mental image, and then later felt ashamed. Only to be unable to fight that same need the next time she saw him. It was a delicious, yet vicious, circle she was entangled in.

"Mmmm, yes, other things." Once again he placed importance on those two words. His eyes slowly drank her in, resting a moment on her cleavage hinted at under her loosened blouse. He licked his lower lip as if he would love to lick a slow line between them. Her breath caught, and she swallowed as she tried to slow her breathing, to appear normal to him, hell to herself.

"You do realize that you are close to failing? I find it puzzling. Especially seeing as you have been my top student."

He chuckled, "I hadn’t intended on failing, but it’s been hard to catch your attention."

"Why on earth would you want to capture my attention, Caleb?"

He moved his gaze back up to her face, their eyes locking. "Because you've captured mine." he said softly, his words laden with lust and want.

She stood quickly, her eyes widening. "Caleb­" His name caught in her throat and came out as a croak. She shook her head, attempting to clear it of the lust slowly clouding her thoughts. She felt her bottom lip trembling. This was her dream, to hear him say he wanted her, and to be able to reach out and touch him like she wished. But no, she couldn’t.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop- November 28


I was invited by Louisa Bacio to join this blog hop and I have invited three more authors.  Please make sure to stop by her blog and show her some love as well.


Leave a comment for your chance to win a e-copy of Demon Mine!


Here are the questions—



What is the working title of your book? Demon Tempted (#2 in the Karmic Lusts Series)


Where did the idea come from for the book? It's the second in the series and while I was writing the first the idea for a series came up.


What genre does your book fall under? Interracial Paranormal Erotic Romance


Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie? Hmm you know what not entirely sure. Clay Quinones is a hot Latin male and Eva Jackson is a beautiful bad girl that people loved to hate in the first book. Kerri Washington was the inspiration for Eva when I was writing and Franky G was my inspiration for Clay.


What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? Eve has been a bad, bad girl.


Will your book be self published or represented by an agency/publisher? It's going to Evernight Publishing



How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? I did it for NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. It's from November 1-30. Challenged to write 50k in a month. I wrote the story in 25 days. It was tiring and grueling but I am proud to say the story is at 51,595 words. Demon Mine was only 24,570.


What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Ohh it's hard for me to compare. I try not to do that. I'll let the reader do the comparing when the time comes.


Who or What inspired you to write this book? The whole what if Eve was the bad girl instead of of Lilith.


What else about your book might interest the reader? Loads of fun action this time. And a lot hotter than the first book.


Please stop by these fantastic authors blogs!



Kim Carmichael


Shyla Colt


Lyndi Lamont


Demon Mine the first in the Karmic Lust series is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Allromancebooks, Bookstrand, and the Evernight Publishing site.

Blurb: Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life, and experience his love for Liliana Jackson, over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?



Mocha Kisses is a sweet and sexy erotic tale of a cougar getting her geek. You can find it at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

 Blurb: Two mocha lattes and a pact. Though a decade apart in age and from different ethnic backgrounds, will their mutual love of books and addiction to mocha lattes make for one evening of pleasure or something more for geeky Ronan and Meredith? Meri didn't think Ronan was serious about their agreement to spend time together if both were single by her thirty-fifth birthday. After all, he was still seeing that redhead when they made the pact. Ronan worried Meri would think him too young for the kind of commitment he wanted from her. Can one chocolate-drenched encounter overcome all their obstacles and concerns?

Cauldron of Tales is a five author anthology with my short story called Light of the Moon. It's available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble

Blurbs: 

When five witches with wild imaginations get together, the pot boils over with trouble, romance, and sensuality.

In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace?

Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?

Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to?

Alone for Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do anything for her...no matter how naughty.

A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?

Danica finds herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s tent?


Coming soon---Hot for the Teacher (Keith Publications), The Christmas Milf (Milf and Cookies Anthology from Hot Ink Press) and On Angel's Wings (Evernight Publishing).

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Maya DeLeina-Erotic Vampire Author

The author will be giving away a copy of Blood of Luna to a lucky commenter who leaves his or her email. 
Welcome Maya it is a pleasure to have you here!


I am Erotic Vampire Author Maya DeLeina.

My favorite time of the year has passed, but it doesn’t mean that since Halloween is gone, vampires and paranormal creepiness are void from my life. Visions of vampires fill my head that have my fingers working non-stop on my laptop keys. In fact, for my new WIP, I am taking the fantasy world of vampires up a notch and adding some new elements.  But before I start revealing more about my WIP, get to know my latest release and see if the world I create is something you want to sink your teeth into.

Read the reviews, blurb and excerpt on Blood of Luna:



Reviews:

“This was a romance with plenty of twists and turns, a bit of a spooky edge and not to mention lots of steamy scenes that make you want a man like Trevor in your life. The scene with the “rubber” men was quite freaky, I don’t think I have ever found a read that actually unnerved me a little bit as this one did in that scene and to find out what they actually were was quite sad.

I wasn’t quite sure where the read was going at the start with the Prologue, starting off with Luna and Renny, then the entire read being about Trevor and Luna, but once you reach the very end you get enlightened to the whole situation. I did not see the ending panning out the way it did; the truth unraveling and everything being revealed as to the story behind Trevor and Luna’s connection, then the whole story got turned on its head yet again in the Epilogue!

The way this author writes is so smooth and enthralling; the whole story flows so perfectly and always keeps you guessing. It was a tough decision trying to rate this one, but I have decided on three and a half stars bordering very close to four stars.”- Book Devotee Reviews 


“Paranormal erotic romance with a slice of spooky and a full helping of WTF is what I call this read.”

“Rubber men?! I keep thinking of the rubber man from American Horror Story, one of the creepiest things I have ever seen *shivers*”

“The "rubber" men were not only a bit freaky, they were probably one of the more original bad guys I have read about in a book. It does have a bit of a horror edge to it.”


Blurb:

When is it real? When is it fantasy?
For Luna Kalen, the line between reality and a dream is hard to recognize.
Recovering from a car accident, the solitude at the coast is meant to be therapeutic. But Luna soon finds it more than her idle mind can handle.
After exploring a dangerous stretch of shoreline, Luna returns home with a mysterious man she discovers in a cave. Little does Luna know that this man is about to fill her world with sinful pleasures…and blood-thirsty vampires.
When reality and fantasy collide, unimaginable dangers lurk, revelations are revealed, and darkest desires are fulfilled. But if you think the happily ever after is the sign of the ending, it’s really only the beginning.
Should Luna have listened to the warning?



Excerpt

Flood of emotions hit me like a tidal wave. I was relieved. Then I was angry. And then I grew scared. As I first suspected, there was something else besides Trevor in that cave. And since he felt the need to hide where he was going from me, the thought of what could be in the cave sent shivers down my spine.

“Luna?” Trevor’s voice echoed from within the confines of the cave.

I walked up closer to the cave and situated myself at the entrance. I couldn’t see his face to understand his emotions, but the sound of his voice said it all.

He was downright pissed.

“Trevor?”

“What the hell are you doing following me? I thought you were cooking!”

“Why did you come back here? What is in there that you are not telling me about?”

“You weren’t supposed to come here, Luna. You’re supposed to be cooking.”

“Tell me what’s going on. You owe me that!”

Trevor stepped out from the darkness to reveal himself to me. I scanned him up and down. The white shirt he had worn when he left the house no more than fifteen minutes ago was completely gone. He stood bare-chested with his shoes and slacks on. Oddly, his suspenders were still in place, wrapping around his flawless bare skin deliciously. And his ivy cap still dressed his head.

Then I looked in his eyes.

Far from what I was expecting, his eyes were cold and expressionless. Even further from my expectation was the deafening and awkward silence between us.

Not one word was spoken in response from Trevor.

I remained unusually silent trying to process what was going on.

While Trevor didn’t speak, there was a definite energy flowing from the cave’s depth that resonated in an eerie hum. Instinctively, I squinted in concentration, scanning the dark emptiness behind Trevor to make out the sound.

What I heard started off very faint but persistent. It was like I was back in the thick of my hectic morning commute, a combination of competing sounds of idling engines, conversation murmurs, blaring horns, and thumping music causing an indiscernible drone. Mounting and intensifying, the sound began to scare me.

And when I settled my eyes back on Trevor, the uneasiness in his body language and the anxiety in his expression made me freeze in terror.

Trevor dropped his head in an apparent air of defeat.

“Trevor?” I whispered.

Trevor raised his head and locked eyes with me.

“You were supposed to be cooking, Luna,” he whispered. His eyes began to tear. He took a deep breath in and released it slowly. “Keep absolutely still, or else you’ll send them into attack mode. I will try everything possible to protect you.”

I just nodded my head to acknowledge that I heard what he said. But I didn’t understand a word he said. I imagined my face must’ve had a terrible expression of fright right after the words came out of his mouth since he did everything in his power to calm me.

“Shh, Luna. Stay calm. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Trevor looked up and scanned the roof of the cave. My eyes followed his and scanned the space feverishly, not quite certain what I was looking for. Then he turned his head to the side. He looked back as far as his neck could stretch as the once faint hum was now a racket of bloodcurdling screams, eerie moans, and howling.

“They’re coming. Be brave.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I felt my knees go weak, and I became light-headed with the rush of adrenaline.

Who were “they”?

A rush of movement exploded from the darkness so quickly and overwhelmingly that I couldn’t process what was coming for me. Blackness swirled in chaos around my body, and the sounds emitted by the vortex-like cloud sounded like something from the pit of hell. I felt a cold dampness enveloping my body. A rubber, sponge-like feeling pressed and slid across my skin. Then, my body rose straight from the ground. My stomach dipped with nervous energy. I looked down and could see the sand peering out from behind the swirling blackness.

“Trevor? What’s happening?”

“They’re moving us into the cave. We’re going to their world now.”




About the Author
Maya DeLeina is an Erotic Vampire Author published with Siren and Evernight Publishing. Maya delves into sexual fantasies of the blood and fang fetish that leaves readers tingling in all the right places.
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Wicked After Dark Blog Hop Oct 24-Nov 1, 2012

Welcome to the Wicked After Dark blog hop giveaway.  This blog hop is hosted by Close Encounters  With The Night Kind and Natasha Blackthorne. I am proud to be a part of such a great hop with excellent authors.It's that time for everything, dark, wicked and paranormal to come out...it's October after all.  Time for Halloween!  Please make sure you leave a comment with your email in order to be counted in the contest.

When deciding to do this blog I just had to look up the word wicked.

wick·ed   [wik-id] Show IPA adjective, wick·ed·er,wick·ed·est, adverb
adjective
1.
evil or morally bad in principle or practice; sinful; iniquitous:wicked people; wicked habits.
2.
mischievous or playfully malicious: These wicked kittens upseteverything.
3.
distressingly severe, as a storm, wound, or cold: a wickedwinter.
4.
unjustifiable; dreadful; beastly: wicked prices; a wicked exam.
5.
having a bad disposition; ill-natured; mean: a wicked horse.

Note that wicked in the first meaning is evil or morally bad...well I don't really like to use that term even with my Paranormal spin on my Angels and Demons (or even my Vampires, Werecats, Werewolves or any other supernatural that I have running around in my head looking for a story so they can reach out into the world).  But I would say the second part of that definition would fit my characters in general at times.

Beastly, ill-natured, plafully malicious...all of these definitions could fit in a paranormal quite well I think and be quite deliciously fun.  What do you think as a reader?

I think that through the ages the term has taken on different connotations.  Like in this day and age it isn't a bad thing to be considered wicked anymore.  In fact when writing an erotic romance that is what the reader is wanting to see, is some wickedness.

The word wicked is also a very Halloween sounding word.  I will be offering a copy of my sinfully, wicked Interracial Paranormal called Demon Mine the first book in the Karmic Lust Series which released in September from Evernight.  The excerpt is HOT...Please make sure you leave a comment with your email in order to be counted in the contest.

Blurb:  Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life, and experience his love for Liliana Jackson, over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?


Excerpt:  Liliana Jackson sat on the bed in the darkened room. Her breath was ragged as she eagerly waited for her lover to arrive. The need she felt was always instant when she thought of him. The slightest movement of cloth from her sundress scraping over her hard nipples tortured her as her bare pussy dampened. She glanced at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped across the threshold.

She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.

She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. One without him. He'd want to punish her, and she'd welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.

“Hello, lover.­” Her words were a raspy purr of arousal.

Samael, her lover and the object of her lusts, filled the doorway with his presence. Samael, with his lithe, muscular body, tattoos on his arms, long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and when angry, eyes so dark they were fathomless against his paler skin. He was her dark demon, the possessor of her very being, her soul. He continued to stand there, arms crossed over his chest. Samael’s dark eyes turned hazel as they slowly traveled her body to focus on her fingers, which continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. The change in eye color was a sure sign of his rising lust, a hue she was well acquainted with and wanted … no, craved to see.

"I ordered you to wait, Lili." She heard the impatience in his voice.

Biting back a small moan, she arched her back up off the bed, her eyes still connected with his as her fingers curled to stroke her g-spot.

"You order me to do a lot of things, Sami. I don't always listen."

He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.

"You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I'm giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?" All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.

"Lili, you're just begging to be spanked." She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. "Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you'll not get what you want from me."

With measured deliberation, Liliana pulled her fingers from her pussy. Keeping her eyes on Samael, she slowly, teasingly licked them clean. His eyes narrowed, and Liliana smirked. "You didn't say I couldn't taste."

"Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard." His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn't say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.

Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.

I hope this got you in the Paranormal spirit!

Please stop by the other authors in the blog hop and good luck!