Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Ashlynne Laynne... Paranormal Romance...And Beyond: Guest Author Series: Nikki Prince
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Thursday, January 17, 2013
Vixen Claimed by Shyla Colt
Leave a comment telling Shyla what you like to see in your Menage's for a chance to win a copy of Vixen Claimed on release day. ~Nikki
Vixen claimed release on Jan. 18th and can be bought at Evernight Publishing ,
Amazon, All Romance E Reader, and Book
strand.
A pin-up
model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it's
the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens. Devlin,
Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes,
and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love. In Vixen
Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.
Blurb
When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway,
with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll
to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first
man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.
Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection
she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a
chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request,
that they include his best friend.
Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after
a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the
opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all
of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex.
Excerpt
Teaser
“You
know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really
attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in
his head.”
“No I
am—very attracted.”
He
pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and
her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to
be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His
eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s
over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was
a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does
honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want
this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment
took her breath and she pulled away.
“Wow.”
“I
second that, dear.”
“I want
to do it again.”
Their
lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that
made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango
that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The
skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes
popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.
“Don’t
stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties
and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was
constricted. Tease. All thoughts were
obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as
Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole.
Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast
through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician
with a guitar.
“This needs
to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing
when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them
pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into
her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.
“Damn,
you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.
“Yes,”
she said, her voice strained and low.
“Look at
how wet she is for us, Trist.”
She
opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace
moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.
“You
smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.
“Have a
taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink
tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the
spot. One minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of
soda and Mentos.
“Holy
shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.
He rubbed
her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts.
A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened
her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with
his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace
flicked her sensitive clit.
“We want
you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give
him a little taste.”
“Oh God.”
A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like
a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she
detonated.
“Tristan!”
She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was.
A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again.
Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a
doll.
“Catch
your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s
voice tightened something low in her stomach.
“I-I can’t,”
she huffed.
“You can and you will,” Jace whispered from
his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under
the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders,
whispering in her ear.
“I want
to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of
yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick
prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in
girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with
each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar
flowed from her center. Maybe I can do
this again.
“I can
feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?”
Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man
become the pied piper of dick?
“Shit,
yes.”
“Oooh,
you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”
“Keep
talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can
be.”
“Mhmm,
is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her
heart soar.
“You
ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.
“Yes.”
She
crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with
lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as
she shimmied down to his base.
“You
feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down
slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve
endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Vixen claimed release on Jan. 18th and can be bought at Evernight Publishing ,
Amazon, All Romance E Reader, and Book
strand.
Want to know more about Shyla and her work ? You can find
her at www.shylacolt.com.
Twitter: @shylacolt
Email: Sassy3134@gmail.com
Previous Works
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…
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
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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“Let’s cut the crap, I want to
eat your pussy.”
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.
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.
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:
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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