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September 21, 2012

Oh yeah, baby!  I'm excited to announce that ALPHA WORSHIP 2: BETA PLAY has finally arrived!

It will be available on both the Kindle and Nook within a day or two for 99 Cents! 
Alpha Wolf, Tyler and his Beta, Stephanie, are back and they are ready to kick it up a notch!  Sten has been inducted into the pack and he needs to bond with the Alpha and the Beta in order to secure the pack.
Stephanie isn't quite sure how to act in this menage, but she will learn!
Contains graphic sex and language, menage, BDSM, M/M/F, M/F/MLength:  Short Story.
Excerpt:
Heat swarmed the room like a thousand deadly insects as his own wolf howled menacingly.  Tyler may have excellent control of his beast, but his wolf was powerful.  I had seen it hunt before and there was nothing deadlier.  It knew patience.  It knew how to bait.  Deer never stood a chance.  Neither did a little girl like myself.  What big teeth he had…big hands…
“I need you, Tyler.”
“Not as much as I need you!” he roared.  He came at me violently.  He turned me around so fast my head spun, “Sten, get her from behind.  I’ll come at the front.  I want to see her come.”  His eyes were darker than midnight, more fierce than a crazed warrior and far more dangerous than a rabid hyena.  He was Tyler.  He was Alpha.  He was wolf.  And he was mine.
Sincerely,
Erin Dameron-Hill


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Published on September 21, 2012 05:40 • 108 views

September 18, 2012


I want to give my hero, Baric, a blog post of his very own!  To me, he is the ultimate hero; he's everything a knight should be.  He is devoted, brave, and kind.  Did I mention he has a butt that won't quit?  Or eyes so blue a woman could drown in them? 
Baric has been through the gauntlet--the Mezgure, half lion, half man, all evil--have decimated his battalion and he is the last of the Dragon Elite Mechante.  His future is uncertain but one thing remains constant, his unflinching loyalty to Dior.  If that means protecting a Queen instead of the borders of the haunted Northern Chase, then so be it.  He has no other purpose.  A knight without purpose is a knight lost.What he doesn't count on is becoming a traitor to his beloved homeland.
The following is an excerpt that introduces Baric to our heroine, Namidira.  Enjoy!
Excerpt:
Namidira glanced at the strange men who surrounded her and she grimaced.  She would have to make the best of this awkward situation.  As much as she wanted to pine for Huginese and home, she had a mission to accomplish.  Pining solved nothing, it only brought despair.  With all the death and violence surrounding her like a horrific fog, she needed positive thoughts to move her along.  If she could convince the Ephosians to ally with the Reveraimer then celebration would abound.  Dior needed the help and she would do whatever it took to garner that aid.  Namidira clenched her fist and gritted her teeth.  She would not fail at this task.   Nothing would stop her.Upon that last thought, her mind did find some peace but it was short-lived.  The snapping twigs and crunching leaves could not soothe her worried soul enough to grant her rest.  Instead, she sat bolt straight and her eyes darted in and out of the gathering shadows.  Every noise alerted her to a presence which she was most familiar with.  She could say the stench of the Mezgure was glued onto her chipped scales and wilted feathers, but her skin prickled with anticipation.  She could feel them.  They felt…strange.  Different.  There was something in the darkness that forced her heart to scream.  Namidira stood up slowly and glanced around the make-shift camp.  Her escort was on high alert but they weren’t prepared.  Glain was busy picking at a scab on the palm of his hand.  He didn’t feel the ambush.  He merely gazed in her direction and then shook his head.  Namidira swallowed so loudly she nearly choked.  Did they not feel it?  Didn’t they feel the air churning with nervous anticipation as if a hand was twirling the air in thick circles?  Couldn’t they feel the eyes, the eyes that could see into the windows of the soul and know exactly where to strike to bleed the victim dry?Another branch snapped just a few feet away from the flickering lamp.  The annoying sounds of nature held its breath.  Birds were not chirping.  Small rustles of leaves had stilled.  And all creatures of earth and air froze.  And yet her guards remained perfectly relaxed.  They showed no outward signs of fear or panic or even expectation.  Namidira took another deep breath and reached for her white bag slowly.  She made no sudden movements, gave nothing of her actions away, as she untied the white strings and reached deep into her belongings.  The harsh sting of utter cold bit her fingers and she clutched the small witla.  She wanted to kick herself for not bringing the hard-earned witka, but this would have to do.  She couldn’t wish for a bigger weapon now.  Inch by painstaking inch, she drew the witla out of the bag.  She had yet to activate the blue liquid so it was just a bright silver handle hidden within the palm of her hand.   She crawled back to her resting spot and waited.  The Mezgure would attack soon.  She could smell the buttery foul stench of rotting blood and meat dance on the air with each of their exhales.  She didn’t want to attract attention to herself.  She would be stealthy, sneaky, and smart about this.  After all, the last time she had used a weapon of this caliber, she had stabbed herself during her panic.  She pushed the silver handle hard against her chest as she remained curled in the fetal position.  It was only a matter of time now.  The Mezgure would not wait indefinitely and they would use the cover of darkness like a shroud.  Many things hide in the shadows.  Namidira glanced at Glain who bit his lip and spit eagerly on a nearby branch.  He swayed tenderly on his heels as his eyes narrowed.  Perhaps he knew they were being watched.  A seasoned veteran always knows.  He coughed lightly and immediately the other guards opened their eyes.  They stopped dozing.  Instead, they peered into the darkness and waited.They all waited.  Time stood still as each held their breath.  Silence lingered heavily as Namidira’s heart threatened to burst through her chest.  It thundered like a war drum, thumping, begging the battle to begin, ushering in the chaos and fear.  Blood raced through her veins as her belly quaked.  Thousands of pinpricks tore into her skin as she lay rigid on the ground.  Her body was a mire of anticipation and dread.  She remembered what many men had said regarding the battles, that the waiting was the hardest part.  Perhaps it was.  Facing claws, teeth, and death seemed to be the hardest part but she understood why the warriors despised waiting.  It was tedious and brutal.  There was nothing she could do but feel her body convulse and stiffen as she waited for the attack.  She could not be the first to strike because she may feel them, but she cannot see them.  There could be two or there could be twenty.  If she rushed in like a wild bull, she would surely die.  She had to wait.  Another snapped twig slashed through the air like a storm on the horizon.  They were surrounded.Namidira squeezed the witla and prayed.  She closed her eyes tight to better listen in the darkness and she heard the faintest echoes of low growls and soft breaths.  If she could still her mind from the constant screaming, she would call her Fantore, but she could do nothing but live in a state of fear as she felt the harsh whips of hot breath creep along her forehead.  The Mezgure were less than two feet away.  They remained hidden in the surrounding thicket, waiting.  What they were waiting for was anyone’s guess but Namidira knew one thing for certain, she would be the first one they attacked.She pricked her ears, ignored the rush of blood thumping as she listened for the Mezgure heart.  She could barely make out the sound.  The creature was so calm.  It wasn’t excited or nervous.  It was a deadly hunter and it knew it would succeed.Namidira took a slow, deep inhale and held her breath.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  She had to act.  She was never one to sit on the sidelines and watch as the action unfolded.  No.  She would always take the fight to her enemy.  She pushed the blue sapphire on the pummel of her dagger and the witla lit up the darkness in a hazy blue light.  The glimmer from the several Mezgure surrounding them sent chills up her spine but she did not hesitate.  One pause…one pause would end her.She thrust the small dagger into the neck of the closest Mezgure.  Its screams exploded into the silence and ushered in more of the mongrels.  The dark blood splattered into Namidira’s eyes, blurring her vision.  She flailed wildly, swinging at any motion that came near.  She was wild, crazed as she stabbed again and again and again.  Each stab splattered her in the buttery foul stench of rotting cabbage and still she kept hacking.  She would not die here.Her old vows of never taking a life flew out the window faster than a bird released.   Then again, was a Mezgure worthy of being judged?  Weren’t they just rabid animals deserving of death?  Was killing a Mezgure the same as killing a Reveraimer?  No.  Mezgure were monsters that needed to be put down.  They all needed to pay for their crimes.  They had left Dior and her people suffering and Namidira would end that starting with these mongrels.Nothing would stop her.She heard the yells and screams of her guards but the blue and flickering fire light did not enhance her clouded vision.  She could only listen as throats were cut, as spears struck tree trunks, as she became the only creature fighting for her life.Blood surged through her veins in a tidal wave of adrenaline as she leapt closer to the fire and brandished her witla.  She was all alone, except for the several Mezgure growling and baying.  She stood ready, ready for their advance.  She had been in worse situations before, she consoled herself, but she couldn’t think of any at the moment.  She could barely see the hazy blurs smacking each other for the first attack.  They were arguing, fighting over who would rip her apart.  A breeze ruffled her feathers as one came close behind her.  She was the bull’s eye and they were the circle.  She bit her lip as she tried to think.  How would she survive this?  She could take on one at a time, well, not even that.  All she knew how to do was flail.  It was pure luck she was still alive.  The Mezgure had taken down real warriors, so, what hope did she have?She didn’t want this to be her last moment.  She never expected to die this way.  She had always hoped she would die in the arms of Huginese, feel his love surround her like the softest of blankets as she gazed into the eyes of her children and said, “Do not cry for me, for I have lived and loved.”Then again, there was nothing normal about her.  From the first moment she was placed in this world, she was an oddity.  The red hair, the intelligence, they all told her she would never be like others.  Even she knew she was different.She was strong.  She had battled Mezgure before.  She had lived through a fatal stabbing, famine, disease, battles and Liessa’s failed murder attempts.  She would not be taken down by a few Mezgure.And she had promised she would not fail Huginese.  She would not fail her people.Namidira clenched her jaw and squeezed the witla with both hands, “Come on, you filthy manges!” she screamed, “What are you waiting for?  An invitation?  Well then, you are cordially invited to die by my hands!”The Mezgure merely laughed as they unsheathed their very own witkas.  Namidira was slightly taken aback.  She had known they had witkas, but why?  Witkas were only wielded by the Mechante.  Where and how had the Mezgure attained them?  Why did they even need them?  The Mezgure have natural weapons, so why bother carrying witkas?  She and Huginese had known Mezgure to carry witkas but they had yet to discover why because protecting Dior had taken priority.  She should have sent her Philosophers, her spies, to answer that question but she hadn’t.Their claws were as long as her witla, but she could not defeat a witka-wielding mongrel.  Another blue light shone behind the row in front of her.  Apparently, more were approaching.  She should be honored that the Mezgure needed so many to kill her.  She had read once that a man was made by the quality of his enemies, which having several come after her should be a compliment.Namidira nodded and tensed her shoulders.  She would take them down with her.The blue light from behind the row dug deep in the Mezgure spraying Namidira with more blood.  She clawed at her eyes but still her vision was a blur of blinding lights.  The Mezgure screamed as the others tore their gaze from her and leapt onto the bright blue glow.  Namidira didn’t know what was happening, but she stabbed at them anyhow.  With their backs turned, they never saw their end.  It was a bit shady to kill them from behind, but it was either her or them and she had no intention of dying now.The witka that had given the diversion slashed with great speed and aim.  Namidira merely flailed but the wielder of that witka was talented.  It soared through the air like a hawk never wavering.  Even the liquid of the weapon sang with each thrust.  It was almost a beautiful symphony of blood and moans and screams as each Mezgure crumpled to the wet ground.When the last of the Mezgure fell at her feet, Namidira peered through the haze and stared at the wielder of the witka.  He was like some god from an ancient tale as his silver armor glistened in the blue and orange fire light.  The glare nearly blinded her as she wiped at her eyes and tried to see clearly.  The sheen was so intense that she was forced to squint her eyes.  She could just barely make out short, cropped feathers along his very short blonde hair.  He was Reveraimer, but he was different.  All Reveraimer kept a long headdress of feathers around their forehead, their hair was never short, and the silver armor he wore was unheard of.  His gray eyes blended in with the armor as he sheathed his witka.  Namidira pushed on the blue sapphire and the light was dimmed.  The blur of the orange fire light forced her to take a step closer to the man clothed in sylvan mystery.  “Who are you?” she whispered as her voice had abandoned her during the fighting.“Your eyes are red,” he stated in a voice that made her belly quiver and her knees falter.  It was like swallowing the sweetest honey with each syllable that escaped his perfectly blurry lips, “We need to rinse out the blood and quickly.  Do you have any water?”“I didn’t bring any,” she replied breathlessly, “All I have is wine.”He sighed, “That will have to do.  It will burn.”Namidira shook her mind out of the fog, “What will burn?”He didn’t answer.  Instead, he foraged through her crimson-stained white bags and pulled out a brown leather wine skein.   He took her neck forcefully in his hands and tilted her back.“What are you doing?” Namidira screamed nervously, “Let go of me!”“Be still.  This will only hurt a moment.”“Hurt!?” Namidira tried to pull out of his grip but he held like a demon possessed.  She squirmed and wriggled to no avail, “Wait, stop! Let go of me!”  Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the skein began to tip.  He may have just saved her life, but that didn’t mean he was allowed to inflict pain, “Who the flute are you to do this to me?!”The wine spilled out like a raging volcano and Namidira shattered the silent darkness with the shout of utter pain.  The forest screamed along with her as birds and animals escaped the violent torture of healing. A cacophony of panic and torment blasted around her as her blood boiled and her heart shattered.  Fire lit in her eyes with the unrelenting burn of alcohol and blood.The wine splattered down her eyes and blistered the open wounds sending more agonizing whips of torment flowing through her.  Her scales huffed and tried to grow larger as more pain pelted her.  Her chest heaved and quaked with the effort of stifling the torrential ache tensing her already torn and shattered muscles.  She kept screaming as the wine found open wounds, as the alcohol burned deep into her eye sockets.  Her nails dug into the evil man’s lips, the only part not covered in armor, and drew blood.  Over her moans of agony she heard him groan and sigh.  And then, without the slightest warning, the man tossed her to the ground and his large, armored hand crashed down upon her.The world went black.  The pain disappeared.  At last, rest had found her.





Chapter 8

Blood forced its way through her veins, pushing her muscles to awaken.  A jabbing discomfort in her hip brought her attention away from the dream that had overtaken her.  Was it a dream?  Or was it merely a fantasy that held Namidira enraptured?  Was the stranger from her dreams real?Namidira moaned and winced as she stretched across the rock hard dirt that was her bed.  Her body screamed in brutal agony while she wiped the sleep out of her eyes.  A small, crumpled brown leaf caught her attention.  She could see it with exquisite detail.  The stems that made up the leaf had been scratched in several places and there were holes in the leaf where a bug had received its fill.  The sight of the leaf was clear, concise, and completely non-blurry.  Her bright blue eyes drifted from the sienna blood stains on her dull white scales to the fire that was crackling and sparking.  The shadows had long since disappeared and the seemingly endless light brought her some comfort.  At least the darkness had retreated for the moment.  Bits of gravel and twigs dug into the crevices of her scales and she groaned.  They were a tiny thing compared to the rampant ache that thumped against her insides.  She didn’t remember being touched by the Mezgure, but at some point, they had managed to cut her up pretty badly.  If only she had a few leaves of the Venisca, then she could be properly healed.  But she hadn’t brought any along.  She didn’t expect to fight.  Why hadn’t she prepared for this inevitability?  Of course she would be attacked.  If not from the horde outside of Dior, then something else would have attacked her.  It was naïve to think she would finish this journey unscathed.  Namidira gritted her teeth and held her side as she finally sat upright.  She hesitated slightly on the figure gazing intently at her.  She hadn’t dreamed him.  She had thought the blur was just a hallucination of sorts but the gleaming silver armor, the cropped feathers, and very short blonde hair told her otherwise.“You!” she spat, “What the flute did you do to me?!”He sighed, “I believe gratitude is in order.”“Gratitude? For what?  Nearly blinding me?!”He merely rolled his eyes, “You would be blind if not for me.  I had to wash out the blood from your eyes.  There is something…unholy about the Mezgure blood these days.  It is poison.  It contaminates the mind, destroys a soul…”  He paused and bit his lip, “You’re welcome, by the way.”“Wait, slow down.  What are you talking about?” Namidira grimaced as she stood on wobbly knees and placed her clenched fists on her hips, “And who the flute areyou?” The man towered as he reached his full height.  The trees seemed to bow in his presence as his broad shoulders thickened into his muscular neck.  A small vein pulsed menacingly up toward his sharp jaw line as a thin, little white scar decorated his strong chin.  His armored hand tightened into a fist and he thumped his chest twice and said, “Commander Baric of the Dragon Elite Mechante.”
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Published on September 18, 2012 11:17 • 65 views

September 12, 2012

Hi all!

Great news!  DIOR: THE JOINING, THE DRAGON'S THRALL, and LEGEND: THE PRIDE  are finally available on the Nook!

The DIOR Saga is a dark fantasy/paranormal erotic romance.  It is not for the faint of heart nor the timid.  Only the bold and daring should attempt to read this novel.
DIOR is an entire realm filled with stories of love, loss, and heroism.


DIOR: THE JOINING Namidira's life hangs on the edge of a knife, torn between two men, she is forced to choose between duty or love.

In this sequel to Dior, all things have changed. The war has shattered the once peaceful city of Dior leaving nothing but misery in its wake. Namidira, once strong and proud, will have to choose between love and duty. As Queen, she must only seek out the well-being of her country by honoring her husband, King Huginese. But as a woman, her lonely heart has broken and there is only one man that can mend it-the last of the Mechante warriors, Baric. The decision becomes harder as her sister, Liessa, continues to hunt Namidira. Liessa is focused on revenge and if that means hurting someone close to Namidira, then so be it.

Rating: Carnal. Not for delicate readers. Includes graphic sexual encounters, language, BDSM, and rough sex. But it also includes a deep love affair, one that will brighten the dark shadows of any heart.
Genre: Dark Fantasy/Paranormal/Horror Romantica
Length: Epic

Excerpt:
She was the Queen. He should not be thinking of her in such a way. She was above him. He was merely her guard, her escort and nothing more.
Baric marched into the near-by pool of water to cool himself off. He needed to rinse the traitorous thoughts that lingered on the tempting form of Namidira. He tossed the makeshift armor to the bank and winced as the armor clanked its landing. He hoped he didn’t wake anyone. He needed to be alone.
Baric inhaled his scales and cupped his hands together. He poured the water over his face and the chills made his blood race. The liquid washed away the heat pounding in his chest as he kept his eyes focused on the water. He couldn’t look at Namidira anymore. Things would harden in all the wrong places and he could not be weakened or distracted by her if he wanted to keep her safe. Besides, she was a Queen and he was a soldier. He stood no chance.
Namidira bolted upright. She couldn’t remember what had woken her so her eyes darted into the darkness. It was pointless trying to see anything but her ears pricked up as soon as the sound of harsh splashes caught her attention. Something was in the water.
Her hands reached for her witla but all she found was more rock. Where in Dior was her fluting weapon? The sounds of crashing water forced her blood to race. What could be making that sound? Where was Baric? Was he fighting something in the water? She should help…
Namidira stood on shaking knees as she clenched her fists. She felt so vulnerable in the darkness, so useless yet she had to do something. If there was a threat lingering in the cave, she would help remove it. She may have feelings of weakness, but she was strong. She was tough. Fear did not stop her.
As she took a step forward, the ceiling lit up with a thousand twinkling blue lights. The glow illuminated the pools of water into white liquid and as her eyes squinted into the luminosity, her breath caught.
The light danced upon Baric’s bare shoulders as the water caressed him gently. She watched the rivulets melt down his firm and strong back as he pushed his short, blonde hair out of his face. His muscles slithered and wound with each movement like the most tempting snake and Namidira had to make sure drool didn’t leak down her chin.
He was an Adonis. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He was almost animalistic in frame, like a wolf in man’s clothing, like a god deserving of worship. She had never seen this on Huginese before and even as she thought of her husband’s name, she couldn’t shake the image of Baric being doused in water as soft lights clung to his slick skin.
A wave of envy took her by surprise. She yearned to be that water, to slide over him, to touch him.
She bit her lip as her body trembled with wicked thoughts. 


  THE DRAGON'S THRALL

Chained in the dungeon, the dragon seeks escape...
The moon whispers in the shadowy darkness as Princess Tania senses a chained dragon in her father's dungeon. Curious and enthralled, she searches for the mystical moon dragon and instead discovers a man that she desperately yearns to touch and who, in return, desires her to bend to his will and mark her as his.

Length: Very short
Genre: Fantasy Erotica  


LEGEND: THE PRIDE
After losing her mother to mysterious circumstances and having bad luck at relationships, Jessica just wants to relax. But a vacation is the last thing that Colorado Byron, cowboy and werelion, has in mind for her!

All Colorado wants is to find his tamer, the woman that will forever set his heart free...

Length: Epic Full Novel
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance.
Contains graphic sex, violence, and language.

EXCERPT:

Harsh claws of white lightning lingered on the horizon as several stars were blotted out. I could barely see the storm coming closer. It was still a fair bit away but it was quickly approaching. I began to make my way inside as a soft pawing of ground grabbed my attention. It was too dark to see clearly but I saw a few shadowy outlines of animals pacing nearby. I narrowed my eyes and tried to better my night vision but it was useless. More lightning ignited the plains in a flash. I gasped. It couldn’t be. The animals were large—their outlines told me that much and as more light danced in the sky, I recognized them. Several growls escaped their lips and I immediately froze. My heart stopped. Holy shit, there were bears with massive manes watching me. They dipped their heads and disappeared right before my eyes.

I pursed my lips as panic drained my blood. Where did they go? Silence answered me as more light struck the sky. The only thing I could see was the swaying of the tall grass. I could feel eyes sizing me up as the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. I’m being hunted…

“Oh, God…” my voice barely carried over the wind as my throat was choked with utter fear. I whimpered. Loud steps sounded behind me and as I turned, Colorado pulled me close. He was drenched in sweat. Heat was rolling off him in brutal waves and I was no longer cold. It was like being held by the sun.

He was shaking. But he was not cold. I placed my forehead on his chest and realized his chest was bare as his sweat nearly drowned me. I didn’t know whether I should be worried for him or afraid that the animals were still watching us so I merely quivered in his hold. His firm hand found my chin and lifted me to face him, “You need to go inside.”

A slight flash erupted in his eyes and I swear they looked like the pupils of a cat. A shadow crossed his dark face and I wanted to run far away from him. He almost seemed crazed, wild even. He was feral. Fear kept me silent and motionless. Fear kept my heart pounding, fear kept my blood rushing adrenaline to my muscles. I kept clenching and tensing as more whimpers sounded from my trembling lips.

Something was wrong. I could feel it. It wasn’t the storm threatening to drown me and it wasn’t the sudden appearance of wild animals…It was Colorado.

My instincts screamed as his large hand reached around my face and held my neck. He sniffed the air like a ravenous dog and shook even more, “You smell…so good…” I could hear him panting, feel his hot breath slide over my cheeks. Several of his bones popped as he squeezed me. His arms contracted against me as his chest nearly knocked all the air from my lungs. I could barely breathe.

“Colorado…you’re hurting me…” I felt like a grape, easily squished by his power. And it was more than just strength that had me suffocating. He was dominating and had a sway that could force a nun’s legs wide open. I coughed and choked for air as his power pressed upon me like a two ton truck. My legs went weak, my body began to fail me…
 
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September 6, 2012

Hey dolls!

I have finally learned how to organize my time!  The newborn has kept my life chaotic but I am back and itching to tickle your fancy!

I'm going to start my return off with a bang!  Three incredibly short, hot, pure erotica stories will be blowing you away!

First, we have the much anticipated sequal to the bestselling paranormal erotica, ALPHA WORSHIP.  ALPHA WORSHIP: BETA PLAY drives even harder and faster than the first.  It's bigger, badder, and more wicked.  If you think chains, whips, and werewolf shifter sex was off the cuff--honey, you ain't seen nothing yet!  ALPHA WORSHIP: BETA PLAY has thrown in another man to make the mix three times as sexy!  Woohoo for menage! 
Isn't the cover hot as hell?  Yummy!  (BTW, I made the cover--give it up!) :-D  I will post excerpts the closer we get to the release date which is this month!

My second release to welcome me back is Book 2 of the bestselling dragon erotica series, OUTLANDERS.  THE DRAGON'S DESIRE is hell bent on scorching you!  Trust me, my fingers sizzled while I wrote it!  The dragons are still hated and feared but Tania, our heroine, is falling desperately in love with them!
Another cover I designed!  This book introduces Stephan, a master dragon.  What else could he be the master of?  Hmm, kick-start imagination!  Coming to Kindle in October. Lastly, one of my many multiple personalities has risen to the surface!  Meet Emma Dane, my alter ego and inker of lesbian erotica! Also a cover I designed!  CLUB LUSCIOUS is for special ladies with a special appetite!  This world starts in reality but ends in pure erotic fantasy!  I will post more in November, when the book is released!   Thank you all for allowing the butterflies to dance in your belly and remember that hot action is only a mouse click away! Sincerely, Erin Dameron-Hill
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August 8, 2012

Hey all!

I know it's been awhile since my last post, but I've been busy!  First, there's the newborn.  He doesn't give me a great deal of time to do much of anything! :-D  But I love him!  Secondly, I have been working extremely hard to create several Pre-Made Covers for Jimmy Thomas' website, romancenovelcovers.com  Lastly, once I get my contracts back from NCP, I plan on releasing the following novels:

The Legend Series will change to Legends and each book will include a first person perspective from both the heroine and hero.  This will double the already epic length of the Legends series.  Each book will run for 99 cents!  If you have already purchased one of my Legend books--when the new ones are released, send me an email and I will gift you the entire Legends collection (Books 1-5) for free!  The entire collection can be bought as one book for $3.99 on Amazon December 2013.



The Dior Series has a new release coming soon!  By the end of this month, DIOR: THE JOINING will be released on Kindle (and soon Smashwords, Nook).

DIOR: THE JOINING

One-liner:  Namidira's life hangs on the edge of a knife, torn between two men, she is forced to choose between duty or love.  Blurb:  In this sequel to Dior, all things have changed. The war has shattered the once peaceful city of Dior leaving nothing but misery in its wake.  Namidira, once strong and proud, will have to choose between love and duty.  As Queen, she must only seek out the well-being of her country by honoring her husband, King Huginese.  But as a woman, her lonely heart has broken and there is only one man that can mend it-the last of the Mechante warriors, Baric.  The decision becomes harder as her sister, Liessa, continues to hunt Namidira.  Liessa is focused on revenge and if that means hurting someone close to Namidira, then so be it.  Rating:  Carnal.  Not for delicate readers.  Includes graphic sexual encounters, language, BDSM, and rough sex.  But it also includes a deep love affair, one that will brighten the dark shadows of any heart.Genre:  Dark Fantasy/Paranormal/Horror RomanticaLength:  EpicExcerpt:She was the Queen.  He should not be thinking of her in such a way.  She was above him.  He was merely her guard, her escort and nothing more.  Baric marched into the near-by pool of water to cool himself off.  He needed to rinse the traitorous thoughts that lingered on the tempting form of Namidira.  He tossed the makeshift armor to the bank and winced as the armor clanked its landing.  He hoped he didn’t wake anyone.  He needed to be alone.  Baric inhaled his scales and cupped his hands together.  He poured the water over his face and the chills made his blood race.  The liquid washed away the heat pounding in his chest as he kept his eyes focused on the water.  He couldn’t look at Namidira anymore.  Things would harden in all the wrong places and he could not be weakened or distracted by her if he wanted to keep her safe.  Besides, she was a Queen and he was a soldier.  He stood no chance.Namidira bolted upright.  She couldn’t remember what had woken her so her eyes darted into the darkness.  It was pointless trying to see anything but her ears pricked up as soon as the sound of harsh splashes caught her attention.  Something was in the water.Her hands reached for her witla but all she found was more rock.  Where in Dior was her fluting weapon?  The sounds of crashing water forced her blood to race.  What could be making that sound?  Where was Baric?  Was he fighting something in the water?  She should help…Namidira stood on shaking knees as she clenched her fists.  She felt so vulnerable in the darkness, so useless yet she had to do something.  If there was a threat lingering in the cave, she would help remove it.  She may have feelings of weakness, but she was strong.  She was tough.  Fear did not stop her.As she took a step forward, the ceiling lit up with a thousand twinkling blue lights.  The glow illuminated the pools of water into white liquid and as her eyes squinted into the luminosity, her breath caught.  The light danced upon Baric’s bare shoulders as the water caressed him gently.  She watched the rivulets melt down his firm and strong back as he pushed his short, blonde hair out of his face.  His muscles slithered and wound with each movement like the most tempting snake and Namidira had to make sure drool didn’t leak down her chin.  He was an Adonis.  He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  He was almost animalistic in frame, like a wolf in man’s clothing, like a god deserving of worship.  She had never seen this on Huginese before and even as she thought of her husband’s name, she couldn’t shake the image of Baric being doused in water as soft lights clung to his slick skin.A wave of envy took her by surprise.  She yearned to be that water, to slide over him, to touch him.   She bit her lip as her body trembled with wicked thoughts.  Her hands touched her neck and stroked her arms.  Her scales were gone.  She had inhaled them without noticing.  She stood naked under the azure lights as she watched him bathe.  She didn’t care if she seemed dubious by watching him from the shadows, she only cared that her eyes saw nothing else.She had thought holding his hand was akin to holding an angel, but that was not the case.  Touching his hand was nothing compared to what her body wanted.  Her core tightened with each of his movements and a warm wetness slicked her inner thighs as her breathing quickened.  Just the act of staring at his perfect form was enough to bring her to her knees.He was…beautiful.  There was no other word to describe him.  His shoulders were perfectly rounded and striated, his back was square and bulged in all the right places and if he could just turn around, Namidira would collapse into a pile of goo.  If she saw anymore of him, she might just faint from sheer arousal.She sighed loudly and Baric turned around quickly.  She had been caught peeping.  Within the time span of a blinking light, her scales fluttered out and her heart broke.  She couldn’t speak as waves of embarrassment twisted her insides and pushed vomit to the back of her tongue.  Humiliation lit up her face like fireworks as she nervously laughed and tried to pretend that she wasn’t being a letch.  





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Published on August 08, 2012 12:34 • 46 views

July 10, 2012

Hi all!


I just gave birth!  Well, on Saturday actually.  My water broke at 2 am and by 9 am I finally began pushing.  For three hours I pushed during the contractions and finally, at 12:02 pm, my son was born.  My husband couldn't and wouldn't put him down!  
The happiness was short-lived, however.  Suddenly, I was losing blood at a monstrous rate.  I remember my skull going cold as if a snow storm was raging.  I said two words, "Help me" and then shit hit the fan.  The Rapid Response Team was called in and they swarmed like locusts.  There was at least ten people circling me and trying to find a vein in which to use for a blood transfusion.  My blood pressure was 60/30 so they couldn't.  They literally went for my jugular.  They attached a central line and from there, I was filled with 3 units of blood.  
Doctors and nurses were screaming, wracking their brains as to what happened as my husband held my son and cried.   I thought for sure I would die.  My body was convulsing and I was on the brink of seizure and coma.  But upon seeing my husband with such horror ground on his face, I vowed I would NOT give up.  I kept my eyes open the entire time, even during the seizures.  I made sure I would survive.  I NEEDED to see my son.  I NEEDED to be with my husband.  Nothing else mattered.  Death could claim me as much as he wanted, but he would not have me! LOL  
It took a few days to be able to move after that ordeal.  I had catheters tearing at my bladder and was constantly being cleaned because I couldn't reach the toilet.  I was covered in blankets while tubes tied me down.  My husband said I looked like a bionic woman.  LOL  (Once he got his sense of humor back, I began healing).  
No one knows what happened to me and for the next few days I was poked and prodded with more needles and testing.  
But the truly good news is:  My son is in perfect health.  Sure, his first few hours of life were smothered by nightmares but he's a trooper.  On Sunday, once the bed was lifted up, I was able to see him for the first time.  OMG! but he's beautiful.  And I'm not just being a mom LOL.  Objectively, he is beautiful.  Once I organize everything, there will be more pics. For now please welcome Jake Snowden Leslie Dameron-Hill!
Thank you!
Sincerely,
Erin Dameron-Hill
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Published on July 10, 2012 07:35 • 47 views

June 29, 2012

Hey all!

Today is Friday and boy am I ever relieved it is!  This past week has been crazy and I'm looking forward to a little R&R!  I'm still heavily loaded down with my unborn child who is happy as peach in the womb.  I don't think he ever wants to leave! LOL  Who can blame him?  After all, he's warm, taken care of, loved, and I'm sure all the noises in my body makes for great entertainment!

Speaking of entertainment (ooh, nice segue), I've posted a few excerpts from my current bestsellers, THE DRAGON'S THRALL and LEGEND: THE PRIDE.  Hopefully, I'll begin working on the first book of THE OUTLANDERS series sometime soon so that THE DRAGON'S THRALL doesn't remain a prequel forever!  I'm also waiting to release DIOR: THE JOINING (Book 2) and ALPHA WORSHIP 2: BETA PLAY.  It might take some time, however.  But until then, enjoy these little snippets from THE DRAGON'S THRALL and LEGEND: THE PRIDE.


EXCERPT FROM THE DRAGON'S THRALL:  



Her gaze trailed down his sculpted form as shadows hid his nudity.  He was cloaked in mystery as if the moon was giving her just a taste of the forbidden in order to lull her deeper into its thrall.  It was working.  She could not move nor did she wish to.  She never wanted to remove him from her sight.  He was beauty personified. 
Another low, guttural growl exuded from his slowly heaving chest as his face finally rose to greet her.  Tania sucked in a breath and took a step back.  His eyes were frightening, devilish and unholy.  They were completely silver as if metal had been poured into his sockets.  She could not see a soul dwelling within.  He was a monster.  And yet he was magnificent.  His chiseled jaw and long, narrow nose gave him an air of superiority while those shiny pits called eyes elicited nightmares and strangely enough, arousal. 
His stare nearly made her faint as her body threatened to melt into a puddle of mush.  Her trembling hands clutched her chest as she returned the glare.   She wished she could have run back to the safety of her canopy bed, to the safety of normalcy but dear Gods, she wanted to touch him more than she wanted to breathe.
“Why do you stand so far from me?” he asked as his voice washed over her like a breath of fog across the moors.  Chills erupted on her skin and she shook.  She squeezed the robe closer against her neck and tried to blink away tears.  Fear was pumping steadily through her veins and yet that same fear ignited a fire deep within her bosom.  


EXCERPT FROM LEGEND: THE PRIDE:



Pixie and I focused our attention at the fire and each other as we kept our faces locked in a look of pure disgust.  We wouldn’t acknowledge the disturbing carnage.  It was far too creepy.  The snapping bones and tearing of flesh was enough to force bile to the back of the tongue so we knew to keep our eyes averted.  Sometimes the harsh tearing of flesh would sound like a zipper being zipped while the lions would occasionally fight over pieces and chunks that would fall by the wayside.  It was a bit too graphic for me.  Like I said before, I can’t handle cop dramas especially when they invite the coroner to do his thing.  Ick.
Pixie and I were holding hands when the last large chunk of meat was gobbled up.  I suppose no one leaves evidence of the supernatural behind.  But still…gross.
More bones popped and more tissue was torn as the voice of Colorado filled the silent night.  I glanced up and the lions were men once more.  I never wanted to watch the change.  It would have been interesting, I’m sure, but it would also haunt me.  The sounds that came from the shifting were enough to inspire nightmares.  It sounded ridiculously painful as the insides of the person were being rearranged molecule by molecule and then put back together again by a two year old child who was dyslexic.  Shifting was highly unnatural and I never wanted to watch it unfold.  Even Colorado looked pained after he had shifted and he was a full-blown gaucho-- rough, tough, and manly. 
I was in the arms of Colorado before I even realized I had moved.  He was covered in blood and filth but so was I.  His arms pulled me close to his chest and he merely held me as the fire sparked and the owls hooted.  He wasn’t even cold.  His entire body was like a giant sun as he held me.  My breath came in waves of fog as the air became more frigid than I had remembered.  It was fucking freezing out here especially with my bare ass displayed for the world to see.  Those goddam tigers…


I hope you enjoyed these excerpts!

If you have any questions regarding cover art, graphic art, or any other forms of artwork for novels, please visit my newest blog, www.edhgraphics.blogspot.com 

Have a great weekend!

Sincerely,

Erin Dameron-Hill

















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Published on June 29, 2012 05:27 • 49 views

June 20, 2012

Hey all!

Thanks for stopping by!  I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much lately but there has been a great deal happening in my life!  For starters, I'm almost a mommy!  I'm at full term, 2 cm dilated, and greatly anticipating the day when I can finally see my son instead of just feeling his claws rake my insides LOL  The pregnancy has left me very sick and exhausted so getting around to writing a blog post takes all my energy.

As for writing itself, I haven't been able to.  My last release, LEGEND: THE PRIDE is doing very well as is THE DRAGON'S THRALL (the Prequel to my newest series, OUTLANDERS).  In weird, funny news--my first published novel, LEGEND: THE WOLF received a 1 star review because it was written in first person.  What makes this funny is the fact that the novel is selling like hot cakes!  Apparently, everyone wants to know WHY a book would only receive one star LOL  The world is one crazy place!  Perhaps I should log in to Amazon under a false name and give all my books one star...LOL Nah, I LOVE my books. I couldn't hurt them like that. :-D

I've also been extremely busy creating covers! Author Skhye Moncrief ordered 7 more covers from me!  In total, I have created 15 covers for her.  You can see her covers here, here, and here.   I've also posted the covers under my blog post heading, Custom Covers.  Remember, if you or if you know anyone seeking covers, send them my way!  My work can also be found on Jimmy Thomas' new website, romancenovelcenter.com It's a great place to meet authors, cover artists, etc.  And in a short time, it will also be a place to purchase and read romance novels!

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to visit me!  And thank you to all the well-wishers who have sent me emails, etc regarding my pregnancy!

Thanks!

Erin Dameron-Hill



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Published on June 20, 2012 05:35 • 33 views

June 11, 2012

Hi all!


I'm in need of your help!  Normally, I wouldn't be caught dead looking at reviews because as a reviewer myself, I tend not to take anything too seriously.  But I was strolling through Amazon.com this morning, checking out my sales and noticed that LEGEND: THE WOLF, my very first published book that launched my career had been slammed by a reader that didn't like first person.  I'm fine with someone not liking my work--everyone has their own opinions and I respect that.  But LEGEND: THE WOLF hasn't received any other praise from Amazon readers so it just looks like a one-star read.  If any of you have read LEGEND: THE WOLF and you liked it, please do me a favor and review it for Amazon.  Here is the link.   Otherwise, no one else will take a chance on this Indie author and they might miss out reading something they'll really like.  


LEGEND: THE WOLF has received excellent ratings on other sites such as this review: 
"Her characters were well drawn, and extremely visual.  As I had never read anything like it, I was entering this world as a novice, and everything I encountered, from her use of the senses to the depth of feeling expressed in the romance itself was absolutely mesmerizing." -- Sylvia Tharp


So, if you happen to have the time and enjoyed LEGEND: THE WOLF, please "like" it or review it.  I would be eternally grateful!
IN OTHER NEWS:My pregnancy is coming along great!  I could go into labor anytime so I'm more than a bit excited and horrified! LOL  My husband calls at least every 10 minutes to make sure I'm okay--it's adorable.  I'm very thankful I have him.  Whatever I need or want, I get.  I don't know what I would do without him.  
If any author has need of cover art and is short on time, check out my pre-made cover art at Jimmy Thomas' romance site.  Or shoot me an email for custom covers, Facebook covers, and other artistic endeavors.  edameronhill at yahoo.com
Also, for those of you who do enjoy my LEGEND series, LEGEND: THE PRIDE is doing great!  Thank you!
Have a great week!
Sincerely,
Erin Dameron-Hill
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Published on June 11, 2012 05:36 • 49 views

June 1, 2012

Hey all!

Sorry it's been a bit since my last post but I've been busy getting ready for labor and trying to get my affairs in order i.e. attorney visits for guardianship in the event of worst case scenarios.   I've also been extremely busy with custom covers and pre-made covers.  So, my schedule has been tight!

Anyway, I promised more excerpts from Legend: The Pride and below is one such excerpt.  WARNING:  Contains graphic sexuality.

Excerpt:


He wanted to ravage me, but this was my game.  I was the boss.  He needed to do whatever I asked.  Commanding a large, muscle bound piece of man meat was forcing several wicked smiles to my lips.  It was exciting.  I was so tiny compared to him, and yet he waited for my orders.  He followed me.  I bit my lip and relished in my new found power. 
He could be my sex slave.  Not for eternity, but definitely for tonight. 
“On your knees, boy,” I demanded as I pointed to the floor.  I planned to get raunchy; I planned to abuse this power.  Like a puppet, Colorado dropped to the wood floors with a loud thud.  I was the Puppet Master.  I was the Tamer. 
His left hand continued stroking himself as I cocked my head to the side, “Who said you could do that?” I asked.
He swallowed and stopped touching himself.  He looked so eager as his eyes drank in all that was me.  The poor thing.  This was torture for him.  But his torture was just beginning.  I would do things to him that would make him scream out my name. 
I stalked around him in a circle as I stared at his brooding muscles, his clenching jaw, and his rigid form.  The tips of my fingers caressed along his shoulders and back as I gently propped myself behind him.  I smashed my breasts into his back and licked the base of his neck up to the back of his ear.  That one lick brought shudders to Colorado as I nearly melted into him.  He tasted so good.  The blood and dirt did nothing to repulse me, if anything, the metallic flavor left in my mouth sent me into a tailspin.  The bond that connected Colorado to myself had also left me craving the blood of my enemies and my kills.  It was a new feeling for me, but I was embracing it.  I loved it.  I wanted to roll around in it and make sure the blood and sinew stuck into every crevice. 
I slid my tongue against his pulse and allowed it to flutter in my mouth.  I clamped my teeth just over that beautiful, throbbing vein and closed my eyes.  I wanted to tear his flesh, to feel his blood pour from my mouth but I managed to ignore the temptation of his beast.  It was almost as if his beast was mine because those are just wrong cravings.  And if I remember correctly, blood made me nauseous. 
Colorado groaned and shivered when I pulled my teeth away from his skin.  Bite marks remained on his neck as I licked his collarbone and pushed myself further into his back.  He was panting, barely able to breathe as I continued to subdue him.  He could do nothing but remain static as I tempted him to fuck me.  He could do nothing as my every action forced more blood to his straining cock.  He was putty in my hands.  At my beck and call…

Have a great weekend everyone!

Sincerely,

Erin Dameron-Hill
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Published on June 01, 2012 09:36 • 51 views