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She wouldn’t be safe much longer, he’d reach the top of the cliff soon. A sharp rock caught the edge of her dress as she hurried to distance herself. She ignored the rip, the painful scratch on her thigh and abandoned half her dress.
“Why do you keep running from me?”
“You’ll hurt me, like the others have my sisters. I’ve heard their screams.”
He climbed over the next rock. “I’d never hurt you. Your scent called to me across the ocean. I need to be near you.”
His gaze melted her fear, lust opened her thighs, he’d come. Finally.
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Genre: Paranormal erotic-romance, vampire, historical, parallel worlds. Publisher: Loose Id LLC Date of Publication: September 25, 2012 ISBN: 978-1-61118-903-2
Number of pages: 286
I have not one but two authors for you today and they’re here talking about the music that inspired them to write Claimed By Dragons. As always, you can click on the pretty cover to see the book, Claimed By Dragons, on Goodreads. Don’t miss the Book Trailer and Excerpt below and at the very bottom you’ll find a bunch of buy links. Enjoy!
BLURB:
In an odd Wiccan shop in Salem, Jael pulls an unusual stone from a witch’s wish bag. Little does she know her wildest dreams of adventure and a torrid affair with two gorgeous co-workers are about to come true—in spades.
Jael’s dreamy boss, Roarke offers her the assignment of a lifetime: a photo safari to Mount Kilimanjaro. The African scenery is stunning but the unexpected arrival of her two office crushes, Roarke and Kypton ignites her passion. Just as the trio is getting steamy at a beautiful waterfall, danger intervenes forcing the men to reveal their secret. They’re dragons. And now, to save her life, they have no choice but to abduct a startled Jael to their mountain lair on Kilimanjaro.
In the dragons’ love nest, Jael learns the truth about their origins and explores all the erotic possibilities two eager lovers can offer. Love awakens, but the guys are being stalked by a covert group of dragon hunters and withholding a life or death secret that will push Jael’s courageous heart and commitment to the limits.
Note:This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices, menage (m/m/f).
BOOK TRAILER:
When we were writing Claimed By Dragons music played a big part and we want to share a few of favorites with you today.
Amber Skyze: Music and Writing Are One Since a child I’ve connected to music on many different levels. I love all different types, but lean more towards Rock/Heavy Metal. I listen to music more than I watch television. My CD collection is large and my iPod diverse.
Music plays a huge part in my writing too. I hear a song and picture a story. Not the full story, but a general theme. Sometimes it’s only the title that strikes an idea for a story, but normally it’s the lyrics.
Take for instance Dante’s Desire, published with Ellora’s Cave. I wrote this story after hearing the song I Get Off, by Halestorm. It’s about someone getting off watching another get off. I knew I had to write Dante’s Desire. The book starts with Addison, the heroine, performing sexual acts in her window for her sexy neighbor across the street.
Another Ellora’s Cave book – Spend The Night With Me, is loosely attached to a song. The song Need You Now, by Lady Antebellum starts off talking about scattered pictures. The image struck a chord with me (no pun intended). This book starts with my heroine Brooke looking at pictures of her now deceased fiancé. After hearing this song, I changed part of the scene to her sitting on the floor with pictures scattered around her. She’s packing them away to move forward with her life.
Sometimes my heroes are musicians like Reed Walker in Body Shots, available from Ellora’s Cave. He’s a singer and guitar player. His band plays at the heroines bar. Reed signs a song he’d written for the heroine many years prior, weakening her defenses.
Those are just a few examples of how I weave my love for music into my writing life. Is there anything that plays a big role in your life?
Katalina Leon: I have to listen to music when I write, it’ not an option, it’s a must! I prefer moody instrumental soundtracks when I’m actually writing, but I listen to and love all this stuff too, whenever I need a little break.
Best song to do a private Striptease to:
Nine Inch Nails “Sunspots”
(You’ll swear you were wearing clothes before the music started) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTt79FZYwsI
Best song to feel empowered by:
Kelly Clarkson “Stronger” (What Doesn’t Kill You)
Best song to make me wish I’d taken guitar lessons seriously:
Led Zeppelin’s ”Ten Years Gone”
EXCERPT:
(In this scene Jael has pulled a stone from Witch Casey’s wish bag and had her fortune told by a wriggly snake, now she has to sit still for a moment and reflect on her love life.)
Jael closed her fingers around the stone and thought of another man who worked with her—Kypton. Kypton was quiet and aloof with most everyone in the department, but his gaze followed her longingly every time she walked past.
When she told her friends she liked the manager of the IT department, they teased her relentlessly. They couldn’t picture her with a computer geek. Thing was, Kypton was the furthest thing from a computer geek. She understood why they immediately thought of someone with glasses, a shirt buttoned up tight to the neck, and a pocket protector sticking out of his shirt pocket. That wasn’t Kypton.
What her friends and others in her office seemed to miss was that beneath the subdued exterior, Kypton was smoking hot with pale blond hair and baby blue eyes. His voice carried the softest hint of northern Europe. He pronounced e’s as a’s, and she wondered if Kypton had gone to school in Switzerland or lived near there as a child.
Occasionally she was fortunate enough to peek down his collar and glimpse the silky blond hair on his chest. His broad shoulders and well-defined chest stood out in anything he wore. His arms looked like he frequented the gym, and those fitted khakis he favored as office wear gave her a view of a sexy, tight ass. A hint of smoldering physicality simmered just below the surface as if he were completely capable of picking her up, carrying her into a quiet storage room, and banging her senseless. At least that was what she hoped. She concluded the other women in her office must be blind or foolish not to notice Kypton’s potential. Kypton seemed thoughtful and sensitive too, which was a huge plus. He’d jumped in to help her on numerous occasions, often staying late at work to do so. He also avoided all office gossip or conflicts and went out of his way to help others before he was even asked, which she found pretty damn attractive.
All in all Kypton was a dreamy guy, even if he might appear a bit sedate.
Only problem was Roarke attracted her too.
Roarke was Kypton’s opposite. Roarke was outgoing and authoritative. When he entered the room, others stopped what they were doing to listen. Though he was a manager, he had an artistic, wild vibe about him that was exciting to be near. He dressed well in bold colors like earthy orange or rich purple. It was a treat to watch him walk past her desk and catch a whiff of his subtle citrusy aftershave—that was, if he ever really shaved. His square jaw seemed perpetually stubbled in a grainy, sexy sort of way.
Roarke had coppery skin and the swarthy good looks of a Barbary pirate chief. She half fantasized he was the son of some powerful khan and his mother was some delicate-boned beauty. Roarke was both puzzling and stunning to look at. His sleek nose and chiseled bone structure made his origins difficult to guess. She wondered if there was a tribe of exotically perfect people hiding somewhere on a long-forgotten island, who sneaked away from their hidden paradise now and then to work as office managers.
As a natural leader, Roarke drew people to his side with ease. He spoke passionately with his expressive hands and cognac-brown eyes as much as he did with words. Anything earthy and creative interested him—nature, movies, paintings, or books, he loved them all. His apartment contained a dazzling array of fine books and an impressive collection of beautiful artifacts displayed in lit niches.
A visit to his apartment was not only a physical thrill; it was mentally stimulating to the artist in her to look at the many things he’d collected over the years. Roarke seemed to live in such a different world from the average person, and she longed be to invited in.
Roarke worked as a manager in the human resource department of International Explorer magazine and network. He was well respected and very much in demand.
She’d foolishly told Roarke on the first date she had no intention of getting involved with a coworker, so maybe some of the distance between them was her fault. She wanted to take it back. What a dummy she was for saying that.
That wasn’t to say nothing had happened between them. It had. Twice after a dreamy museum date or trip to the movies on Roarke’s birthday, the date had ended with both of them unable to keep their hands off each other.
Roarke had picked her up, carried her into his bedroom, tossed her onto his amethyst sheets, and lavished her with the best oral she’d ever had. Roarke was a total sensualist and seemed to know exactly what she needed to come hard. She’d loved every second of writhing in his firm but loving grasp and was eager to reciprocate.
She just wasn’t sure where she stood with him. A date once in a while was for chumps. Maybe he was waiting for her to admit that she did want to get involved with a coworker before pursuing her a little harder.
“Never underestimate the power of love.” Witch Casey winked as she popped the captured snake back into the basket.
Jael turned her attention to the woman standing in front of her. Had she been reading Jael’s mind?
“Your dilemma will not be hard to decide. You already know exactly what you want, and you don’t have to choose.”
Jael’s eyes widened.
Dear God, she can read my mind. I wonder if she saw the naughty thoughts?
“I did, dear.” Witch Casey shrugged. “But your secrets are safe with me. Besides, no one believes me anyway.”
(Jael’s life gets crazy fast, when she returns to work to face Roarke and Kypton with the wish stone in her pocket.)
Thank you so much for having us as your guests!
“Claimed By Dragons” Amber Skyze & Katalina Leon
Book 2 in The Bag Of Tricks book series.
Loose Id Publishing: http://www.loose-id.com/authors/a-f/amber-skyze-katalina-leon.html
Look for Book 1 in The Bag Of Tricks series“ The Strix”.
Also available at ARe and Amazon.
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Author Bio Katalina Leon:
I’m an artist, an author, mother and wife. I write for Loose Id Publishing and Ellora’s Cave. I try to bring a touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to everything I write because I believe there’s a bold, kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.
From a very young age, Amber Skyze began making up stories–the only child syndrome. Telling tall tales to all her friends she never dreamed of putting words on paper. In fact if anyone asked her if she would write when she grew up, she’d have laughed.
It wasn’t until raising children and reading all those romances that she decided–hey, I can write these. HA! Easier said than done.
When not crafting hot, steamy tales, this New York transplant now resides in Rhode Island with her husband, four children (who force her to work a day job), and three dogs.
She currently writes for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id and is self-published.
Happy Six Sunday. Thanks for visiting this week and I’d love to know what you think. I have another 6 from my latest Novella BDSM WIP. It’s a sequel to the WIP I shared the first many months of 2012. Last Week: Simon is hanging with a punching bag in the club’s gym to let off some of the fury created by our lovely Janna, who is shaken by Simon’s dismissal. Before she can slip out of the club a mystery man steps in. During their discussion, which I’ve mostly skipped, he uncovers Janna is a Project Manager. Janna accepts his offer for an interview and the possibility of moving to Chicago. This Week: I’ve skipped past the job offer and Janna’s move to Chicago. It’s now her first day on the job and she’s just walked in the front door and on her way to the boss’s office (the mystery man) and runs into Simon.
After the last turn, she ran into a warm wall of man, one that thankfully caught her elbow and stopped her from falling. “Oh, sorry…Simon?” Pleasure ran through her, she’d been hoping her fresh start would lead to seeing him again. She’d need to consider the complications of finding him at her new job.
His body straightened while his chest puffed and he offered no smile in return. A hint of recognition lit his eyes, but he simply stepped around her and stomped off.
I’ve finally gotten the two in the same place, but they’re not talking, yet. Hope you enjoyed my six today, thank you for stopping by!! I’d like to know what you really think of my 6. I need the advice, I’m a newbie and have much to learn. Don’t forget to check out the other Six Sunday authors.Try to find a new favorite 6 today. happy hunting!
I have the lovely Sarah Bella here today and she isn’t empty handed. First, gaze on that beautiful cover and see all the links and details at the top of the post. Next is her Rafflecopter code for a tour wide give away ***You could win a Gift basket with an E-copy of Delilah’s Passion, Cookbook that follows the book, T-shirt, and swag!!***, followed by the blurb for Delilah’s Passion, some great advice for new authors, an excerpt from Delilah’s Passion, Sarah’s bio, and last I have the buy links for Delilah’s Passion.
Delilah Steele was living the high life. She had a high-powered job, a man she loved and nothing was holding her back. When her world, and her trust, was irrevocably shattered by the man she loved, Delilah had no choice but to return to the town she grew up in – and couldn’t wait to leave. There she goes to work for Aiden Dean, a handsome heartbreaker who seems to have his eye on Delilah. When Delilah’s long-absent father arrives on the scene, she has to figure out how to cope with his presence and desire to be a part of her life. Now Delilah has to learn how to live – and love – all over again. Will her hard knocks past continue to haunt her, or will Aiden break through her tough exterior and show her that forever can be a good thing?
Advice for the Emerging Author:
I’ve had a different journey into publishing than most authors. After finishing and submitting Delilah’s Passion, I had to wait. There’s nothing to do after hitting send unless you start another project. So I started another project. I did NaNoWriMo – National novel writing month and wrote 14 days of Oh.
That’s when my path shifted. I decided to focus on getting my name out there as many times and ways as I could. I set a goal to submit thirty pieces of writing to publishing houses in 2011. I wrote everything from flash fiction to novellas and I met my goal. Of the thirty pieces I submitted, nine were accepted. I am currently published with six different small presses.
I learned more in twelve months of submitting that I would have learned in five years of writing and submitting novels. Why? Because I did it thirty times.
My favorite piece of writing advice changes depending on what I’m working on, but I think that in general, the most important thing for a newbie author to learn is how to accept and apply constructive criticism.
The key, I think, is to use only a beta or pre-reader whom you trust implicitly. That way, when you’re reading their edits and suggestions, you know they’re raising valid concerns. You trusted their opinion enough to let them read your MS and you need to remind yourself of that when your instinct is to curl up and protect your story.
There is validity in every concern brought up by a pre-reader and you have to learn to separate your feelings about the story from the editing process. Once you do that, you’re golden.
Excerpt:
Delilah took her time, enjoying a few more minutes in the fresh
powder. When she finally made her way inside, Aiden was already
sitting on the couch in his flannel pajama pants and a University of
Minnesota sweatshirt, drinking a cup of hot cocoa. He nodded toward
the end table where she saw a second cup of cocoa, presumably
intended for her.
She peeled off her soggy gloves and hat, dropping them to the tile
floor. Kicking futilely at her boots, she tried to pry them off her feet.
“I need dry jeans before the cocoa is going to do me any good.” She
laughed and hopped around the entry, trying to get her boots off.
The dryer buzzed. “That would be your fleece pants. Cozy and
warm from the dryer.”
“Ooh.” She moaned excitedly as she ran into the laundry room
behind the staircase. Delilah shucked her wet jeans and underwear
and threw them in the laundry tub, stepping into warm, fuzzy, fleecy
bliss. She walked back out to the couch and Aiden, rolling her
shoulders and snuggling into her warm pants.
“The only thing that could make this more perfect would be my
slipper boots and a roaring fire.” She curled up on the couch opposite
him.
Aiden pulled her slippers out from behind his back, handing them
over with one hand while the other picked up a remote from the arm
of the couch and clicked a button.
The fire in the gas fireplace roared to life and Delilah threw her
head back and laughed.
“I guess you think you know me well, or something like that?
Hmm?” she winked. “You are too damn funny.”
“I think I know you about as well as any two people can possibly
know each other after seven short weeks.” Aiden tapped his long
fingers on his chin, pretending to be deep in contemplation.
“Short, hmm?” Delilah teased. “They’ve seemed pretty long to me.
So long that it seemed like they dragged, actually.”
Aiden scowled at her, crossing his arms and feigning offense.
She liked the way his nose crinkled up and his heavy brows drew
together, but she loved the way the muscles in his arms drew his shirt
tightly against him as he moved.
“Are you insinuating that I am less than exemplary company?
Because I have it on good authority that I am exceptionally
entertaining. And I have a nice tush.” He winked at her.
“I guess if you call being sold into slave labor entertaining, then
sure, I’m thoroughly entertained.” Delilah shifted on the couch,
turning so her back was against the armrest and tucked her legs
beneath herself.
“You sold your own soul, woman. That had nothing to do with
me,” he argued jokingly.
“You bought it.”
“See, merely a business transaction.” Delilah pulled on her slippers
and swatted Aiden lightly on the shoulder.
Author Bio:
Sarah is a small town Minnesota girl who calls pop by its proper name – pop. She wrote her first novel when she was fourteen; it may or may not have been up to industry standards. She now writes both novels and short stories in the romance, mystery/suspense, paranormal and erotica genres.
She loves traveling anywhere south of the equator and finds that a nice dark microbrew can help get the creative juices flowing. When she’s not writing or traveling, you can find Sarah with her nose buried in a book. Sarah lives in the small town she grew up in with her husband, three children, her cat and her dog.
Happy Six Sunday. Thanks for visiting this week and I’d love to know what you think. I have another 6 from my latest Novella BDSM WIP. It’s a sequel to the WIP I shared the first many months of 2012. Last Week: Simon is hanging with a punching bag in the club’s gym to let off some of the fury created by our lovely Janna, who is shaken by Simon’s dismissal. Before she can slip out of the club a mystery man steps in. This Week: I’m skipping a bit of her conversation with mystery man where she admits to a few things. The first line comes from the mystery man.
“From what I saw the scene went well.”
“Exactly, wait…you think so too?” Joy split through her frayed nerves and rightness filled her.
“Why not, you did as he asked and you had a beautiful orgasm. I saw nothing out of the ordinary.”
Her face felt hotter than the sun, he had watched.
The sweet man just helped her get out of her own way and maybe helped her find a new item on her hot list. But will fate continue its niceties and stop her from flying home? Her and Simon need another chance and I’m determined to give it to them. Come back next week and I’ll give you 6 more.
Don’t forget to check out the other Six Sunday authors. Lots of good stuff at Six Sunday and its days are now sadly numbered. If you have an interest in continuing to share snippets in a post Six Sunday world, I encourage you to tell Skye Warren over at http://skyewarren.com/six/. Please note that this is not an official post Six Sunday offering, nor will it be sanctioned by Six Sunday.
Thank you so much for stopping by today!! I’d like to know what you really think of my 6. I need the advice, I’m a newbie and have much to learn.Try to find a new favorite 6 today. happy hunting!
Happy Six Sunday. Thanks for visiting this week and I’d love to know what you think. I have another 6 from my latest Novella BDSM WIP. It’s a sequel to the WIP I have been sharing these past many weeks. Last Week: Simon is hanging with a punching bag in the club’s gym to let off some of the fury created by our lovely Janna, who is shaken by Simon’s dismissal This Week: Since Simon hasn’t returned, Janna decides to slip out of the club and fly home. Before she can make a move a man approaches her and asks if he can help.
She turned and looked into the gentle eyes of a tall older man. “No, thank you, I was just leaving.” She reached to gather her things, but he got to them first.
“You’re upset, I’d like to help, if I can.”
His tone required no argument, but she didn’t want to explain to a stranger why she was a waste of his time. “I’m just a guest from out of town, really, I’ll be fine.”
What do you think, does she leave or stay? Fate is stepping in, but who is this guy and can he really help bring Janna and Simon back together? I’ll give you more next week. Thank you so much for stopping by today!! I’d like to know what you really think of my 6. I need the advice, I’m a newbie and have much to learn.
Don’t forget to check out the other Six Sunday authors. Lots of good stuff at Six Sunday and its days are now sadly numbered. Try to find a new favorite today. happy hunting!
Happy Six Sunday. Thanks for visiting this week and I’d love to know what you think. I have another 6 from my latest Novella BDSM WIP. It’s a sequel to the WIP I have been sharing these past many weeks. Last Week: Simon sought out a punching bag in the club’s gym to let off some of the fury created by our lovely Janna. This Week: we are back in Janna’s POV to see how she’s dealing with Simon’s exit.
She couldn’t move, shame filled her to bursting. Not only was her perfect night ruined, but she had angered him. The chill in his eyes as he turned away sent a shiver down her spine. It was all her fault, she always ruined things, a Janna specialty. Her inability to commit to any one thing drove her insane. And now she feared her worst trait lost her something special.
Poor Janna. Will she run home or will fate intervene? I’ll give you a hint next week. Thank you so much for stopping by today!! I’d like to know what you really think of my 6. I need the advice, I’m a newbie and have much to learn.
Don’t forget to check out the other Six Sunday authors. Lots of good stuff at Six Sunday and its days are now sadly numbered. I’m not crying. Try to find a new favorite today. happy hunting!
I’m bringing you all the details on this hot little number PLUS there is a tour wide giveaway!!! It is a comment to win and the prizes are: An autographed print copy of Anna Doubles Down AND a $25 gift certificate to Bookstrand online. There’s a Rafflecopter to make everything easy and an extra chance to win too.
BLURB:
Anna can’t believe how much the woman in the picture looks like her. They could be twins, except the picture was taken in 1871. Either she’s a relative, or Anna had a past life in Hamilton, Nevada. Either way, the temptation to visit the old ghost town is too much. She and her friend Kat travel west. While off exploring on her own, Anna is knocked unconscious when she falls down the steps in the saloon. She can hardly believe her eyes when she wakes. Beau and Zeke won the Silver Rush Saloon in a poker game and have been partners and secret lovers for over ten years. They don’t know what to make of the woman they found half-dressed in their cellar. She claims to know something terrible that’s about to happen to their town and needs their help. Will Anna be able to win their love and trust before it’s too late?
EXCERPT:
Work-roughened palms with long, tapering fingers roughly untied the rope at her waist and yanked the loose pants down her thighs. She groaned and let her fingers slide through Zeke’s hair when he nuzzled her mound over the satiny cloth of her thong. “Darlin’, you’ve got some of the strangest drawers I’ve ever seen. There’s practically nothing to ’em.” He ran his thumb over the silky nub of her panties eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
Beau pulled her hand away, forcing her arms back as he unfastened and pulled off her shirt. She became pliant as he kissed every inch of the skin he exposed, his hand sliding down her back to rest on the swell of her ass. She could feel him tugging on the elastic of her thong. “I wanna see you, Anna.”
“Yeah, me too.” Zeke slid the tiny scrap of material down her legs letting his fingers run through her feminine curls. “You’re so silky here.”
“Let me see.” Beau’s hand snaked around her hip, his fingers skimming over her pussy lips. “Damn, she’s sopping wet.”
Zeke reached between her legs to brush a fingertip across the hood of her throbbing clit. “I can’t wait any longer, Beau.” He dropped to his knees and rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb. Leaning close, he replaced his hand with his mouth and ran his tongue up the slit of her wet pussy.
“No!” Anna cried out when Beau pulled her away from the fiery pleasure of Zeke’s mouth.
“Patience, Anna. We just need to get a little more comfortable.” He scooped her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Now we can all get down to business.”
Anna watched the two men quickly strip off their clothes. Their chiseled, work-roughened features causing the breath to catch in her throat. Both men sported impressive erections, and both were already leaking pre-cum. She swallowed hard. “What about protection?”
Beau gave her a wink as he climbed onto the bed. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll make sure to pull out in time. We won’t be leaving you with a babe.”
Anna forced herself to concentrate as Zeke snuggled close on her other side. “No, that’s not what I mean. You can’t get me pregnant, at least not right now.”
Zeke placed a hand on her chin and forced her gaze up to his. “I’m so sorry, Anna. You can’t have children?”
“No, I mean yes, I probably can. I just wouldn’t be able to get pregnant for a few months. I just had my Depo shot before we left on vacation.” She sighed at the puzzled frowns on their faces. “It’s an injection the doctor gives me a few times a year that keeps me from getting pregnant. That way I get to decide when I want to have a baby.”
“Guess we don’t have to ask if you’ve been with a man before.” Beau smoothed the hair away from her face.
“Well, yes, I’ve had a couple of relationships with men.” She watched their faces carefully. “Does that make a difference?”
“Absolutely not!”
“No, honey, not at all.”
Anna giggled. “I’m glad it doesn’t bother you.”
“If you can’t conceive a child, then why were you asking about protection?” Zeke moved over and settled between her spread thighs.
His warm breath on her stomach made it difficult for Anna to voice her thoughts. “I meant condoms, you know, for disease.” She took a deep breath. “Not that I’m sick or anything, I mean I’m clean and I’m sure you are, too, but it always pays to be careful.” She could feel herself flushing as she rambled on.
“What are you—”
“I know what she’s talking about.” Beau ran his hand through Zeke’s hair. “I read about ’em. Some kind of little coverings men could use to catch their seed so they didn’t spill into their woman’s body.”
“I never heard of such a thing.” Zeke leaned close and blew gently on her spread pussy. “As far as I know there’s nothing like that around here.”
Anna groaned and closed her eyes as she brushed her hand along the bristly roughness of his unshaven beard. She could feel the muffled heat of his breath flicker across her abdomen. “I guess it’ll have to be okay then.” She lost the ability to talk when Zeke stroked her clit with his thumb, his fingers working their way inside her. She began to pant as he rubbed gentle circles around the tiny nub.
“You’re so beautiful.” Beau kissed her eyelids softly, his hand caressing across the skin of her chest. His lips roamed over to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck while his fingers teased the sensitive tip of her breast, making maddeningly slow circles around the peak. He pinched and kneaded each nipple in turn before lifting her breast in his hand. He circled her nipple with his tongue just before he sucked it deep inside his mouth.
“Spread your legs wider,” Zeke ordered. He settled his upper body even lower between her spread thighs and licked her from bottom to top. “God, you taste like sweet honey.” He laved her most intimate places with his hot tongue, stroking down her slit and back up, swirling around her pulsing clit.
Anna groaned harshly when Beau’s thumb circled her nipple, torturing it into a hard bud before sucking it deep into his mouth. She couldn’t stop a moan from escaping when she felt the sharp nip of his teeth on her tender flesh.
Zeke opened her folds with his fingers and began to lick her clit in earnest while he penetrated her sheath with his fingers. He plucked and teased her swollen nub, slipping his thick index finger in and out before tracing her cleft again.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress as an orgasm washed through her senses.
Zeke threw a hand across her abdomen, holding her still as he lapped and sucked until the last wave of pleasure receded.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I was born, and raised in the great southern state of Tennessee. In my youth, I studied nursing, and spent several happy years working in the hospitals there until I branched out into medical management in 1980.
In 1998 I was managing a medical supply house in Chattanooga, when I met the love of my life. The only problem facing me then, he lived way out in Oklahoma. You see, we had met in a chat room!
He romanced me daily with love letters, flowers and phone calls. It wasn’t long before I uprooted myself, and moved west to join him. We married in 1999, and then continued our fantasy romance all over the world. Together we have traveled in almost all of the Continental United States, and taken trips to Canada and China.
I retired from working in 2002 and it wasn’t long before my husband was encouraging me to find some kind of outlet to occupy my time, something that was challenging, and rewarding. I was already obsessed with reading about romance, and I began to think I could probably write a good, romantic story. My husband heartily agreed with me. With that encouragement, I began writing my first book. I wasn’t really convinced that anyone else would find it interesting, but he pressed me to take a chance and send it in to a publisher. To my surprise, it was accepted, and now I’m able to share it with readers everywhere who like a “happily ever after” story.
Today, I’m living in California with my, still romantic, husband of twelve years, and our boys. Our boys consist of Beau, Midnight, and Bubba, three male cats that allow us to live with them and serve them at their leisure. I continue to write almost daily, hoping that someone, somewhere will get the same enjoyment from reading my stories, that I get from writing them.
This cover first graced my blog on May 7, 2012 and I’m so happy to have it back again today, so pretty. On her first visit we got some Q&A, today I give you my review, then their bio and finally the buy links (which you’re going to want). First, check out the blurb and trailer.
Blurb:
What Does A Man Say to the Woman He Betrayed But Never Stopped Loving?
Three years ago, Zachary Steele refused to entertain thoughts of permanency with any woman. A hedonist at heart, he didn’t want to corrupt the much younger, Madigan DeLeon, by continuing his affair with her. With the hidden scars of his past, he didn’t believe in happily-ever-after. By the time he realized how much Madigan meant to him, he’d driven her away. Then, one night, after being clean for a number of years, Zach briefly falls off the bandwagon. He believes his lovemaking to Madi is a drug-induced hallucination. The resulting consequences tell another story.
What Does A Woman Do When the Only Man She’s Ever Loved Hurt Her So Deeply She Feared She’d Never Recover?
Three years after her affair with Zach so abruptly ended, celebutante, Madigan DeLeon, is thrust back into Zach’s life by her mother’s machinations. Brought home under the false pretenses of repairing her damaged relationship with her mother, Madi instead finds herself running a private sex club called Wicked Allure. Forced to confront her anger at his betrayal and grief at the loss of what might’ve been, Madi faces the realization that she’s never stopped loving Zach.
Can Two Broken Hearts Set Aside Anger and Betrayal to Find True Love Once and For All?
Searching the deepest recesses of their hearts, in a place where pride and pain has no room, Madi and Zach must decide if their bond is strong enough to take a second chance at love. Or if resuming their sexual relationship is an irresistible wicked allure and the ghosts of their former relationship will finally, and forever, sever all ties between them.
S. J.’s Review:
Wicked Allure starts fast and hooks you. The first scene smolders and finishes with some fast moving dialogue. I don’t think I looked up from the book during the first 50 pages, I wanted more. Madi and Zach put each other through the ringer. Man, the emotion and passion on the page is very real. Their sex scenes are burning hot, this writing team has a real talent for adding the heat and there is loads of it too. Love it. Madi’s family adds a ton of conflict to this story providing a war of emotions and entanglements.You feel right in the middle of the story, and believe me, you’ll feel the roller coaster turning. The story will put you through the ringer and the drama stays fresh and moving right till the very end. The biggest question of all is will Madi and Zack work things out. Will they push past life’s challenges, push past what scares them the most and make the grand leap. It’s fascinating page turning stuff.
5.0 – I loved it, it’s a must read
Author Bio:
Leslie C. Megahey and Shirley H. Ferdinand have been writing together since 1991. Under their Christine Holden pen name, five books were released by Berkley/Jove between 1998 and 2001. Their last book, Dearest Beloved, had a foreign edition in Dutch. They’ve appeared in New Orleans Magazine, the Times Picayune, RT Book Reviews, the Fort Bend Herald, Fort Bend Lifestyles, and the Natchez Sun. They were also included in Kathryn Falk’s 1998 How To Write A Romance For The New Markets and Get it Published and May McGoldrick’s Marriage of Minds: Collaborative Fiction Writing in 2000. They’ve made appearances on television stations in New Orleans, Lake Charles, Lafayette, Beaumont and Toronto. Leslie has also made an appearance on the Rachel Ray Show and is founder of Inside Rose Rich Magazine. They currently have literary representation with D4EO Literary Agency. This is the team’s first erotic romance.
Happy Six Sunday. Tomorrow is my one-year blogoversary, so I’ve changed a few things here. Do you like?
Thanks for visiting this week and I’d love to know what you think. I have another 6 from my latest Novella BDSM WIP. It’s a sequel to the WIP I have been sharing these past many weeks. Last Week: Simon sought out a punching bag in the club’s gym to let off some of the fury created by our lovely Janna. This Week: we have the very next 6 from Simon.
Pressure reverberated from his hand straight to his heart, but it didn’t release the revulsion.
“Damn her.”
He tried to tell himself it was just another scene with no one but a guest sub. There was no possible way she could have felt as right as he thought, the anger tricked him. An image of her regret filled faced tugged at his resolve. His fingers flexed as he remembered her velvet channel, his cock twitched and he hit the bag again.
I still feel bad for the bag. 🙂 And what about Janna? I’ll let you know next week. Thank you so much for stopping by today!! I’d like to know what you really think of my 6. I need the advice, I’m a newbie and have much to learn. Don’t forget to check out the other Six Sunday authors. Lots of good stuff at Six Sunday and its days are now sadly numbered. I’m not crying. Try to find a new favorite today. happy hunting!
S.J. Maylee 