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February 6, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday - Walking with Synn
This Sunday my six are from Anom'tam 1: Walking with Synn. Now available at Cobblestone press.
His face...he was so pale. The man's white skin glistened. It was almost bluish, with pale smudges of tan. He looked fragile and ill, but behind that terrifying exterior was a stark beauty so breathtaking she thought for a moment he must be an angel.
Then his shadowy eyes opened, and she saw the madness lurking in their dark brown depths, ready to claim him. He bit down on his lip and pinched his eyelids closed.
She couldn't help but stroke her hand down his smooth cheek.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
People die under the sun as well as the moon, but most Tascryn demons turn to ash in sunlight. A special class of demons called Anom'tan, Soul Walkers, are paired to offer the strength walking under the sun requires so that no mortal soul is left without guidance.
When Sayvor and his brother are attacked, both their lives will depend on his ability to remember the ones who stole his brother. But without his brother, Sayvor's strength is failing and his only hope is within the arms of willing lover to help him recover the memories his team needs to save them both. Dr. Sasha Washington never expected therapy to be this much pleasure.
Want to know a little more about this story? You can find excerpts and related books at: http://www.lshannon.net/Anomtan.html
Check out other sixes at http://www.sixsunday.blogspot.com/
Shannon
http://lshannon.net/
His face...he was so pale. The man's white skin glistened. It was almost bluish, with pale smudges of tan. He looked fragile and ill, but behind that terrifying exterior was a stark beauty so breathtaking she thought for a moment he must be an angel.
Then his shadowy eyes opened, and she saw the madness lurking in their dark brown depths, ready to claim him. He bit down on his lip and pinched his eyelids closed.
She couldn't help but stroke her hand down his smooth cheek.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
People die under the sun as well as the moon, but most Tascryn demons turn to ash in sunlight. A special class of demons called Anom'tan, Soul Walkers, are paired to offer the strength walking under the sun requires so that no mortal soul is left without guidance.
When Sayvor and his brother are attacked, both their lives will depend on his ability to remember the ones who stole his brother. But without his brother, Sayvor's strength is failing and his only hope is within the arms of willing lover to help him recover the memories his team needs to save them both. Dr. Sasha Washington never expected therapy to be this much pleasure.
Want to know a little more about this story? You can find excerpts and related books at: http://www.lshannon.net/Anomtan.html
Check out other sixes at http://www.sixsunday.blogspot.com/
Shannon
http://lshannon.net/
February 4, 2011
First Kiss Friday: Walking with Synn
This week's First Kiss Friday is from Anom'tan 1: Walking with Synn, now available at Cobblestone Press.
Sasha forgot to breathe.
Damn the man. His voice tickled through her, arousing places he had yet to touch. With voice alone, Sayvor made her hot and wet. His hands wandering lightly over her body seemed almost excessive. And this was when he was ill with grief. When he was at full strength, would he make her come with just his voice? She wouldn't doubt it.
"So…do you object?" His hands stilled as if he were giving her a chance to choose.
How could she object to amazing sex that would just happen to maybe save his life? She didn't bother to answer him with words. Instead, she leaned forward and claimed his mouth in a deep, searing kiss. After the first plunge of her tongue, Sayvor returned her kiss just as fiercely.
On and on they sparred. Without breaking the kiss, he dragged her body against his hard chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and settled into his lap, framed by his powerful thighs.
He devoured her, taking turns plunging his tongue into her mouth in a tantalizing imitation of sex and sucking her tongue into his. The satin robe tore under his demanding fingers. He ripped it down the back and peeled it off her body.
The fabric caught on her hands and he twisted it, holding her captive. She moaned at the restraint. Like when he'd controlled her mouth as she'd blown him, binding her hands just did it for her. She ground her hips against his thick hard-on and used her body to beg for more.
He freed her lips and in a single motion, flipped her body over so she lay on her back with him above her.
Learn more about this story at http://www.lshannon.net/Anomtan.html
Or buy the book here.
Shannon
www.lshannon.net
Sasha forgot to breathe.
Damn the man. His voice tickled through her, arousing places he had yet to touch. With voice alone, Sayvor made her hot and wet. His hands wandering lightly over her body seemed almost excessive. And this was when he was ill with grief. When he was at full strength, would he make her come with just his voice? She wouldn't doubt it.
"So…do you object?" His hands stilled as if he were giving her a chance to choose.
How could she object to amazing sex that would just happen to maybe save his life? She didn't bother to answer him with words. Instead, she leaned forward and claimed his mouth in a deep, searing kiss. After the first plunge of her tongue, Sayvor returned her kiss just as fiercely.
On and on they sparred. Without breaking the kiss, he dragged her body against his hard chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and settled into his lap, framed by his powerful thighs.
He devoured her, taking turns plunging his tongue into her mouth in a tantalizing imitation of sex and sucking her tongue into his. The satin robe tore under his demanding fingers. He ripped it down the back and peeled it off her body.
The fabric caught on her hands and he twisted it, holding her captive. She moaned at the restraint. Like when he'd controlled her mouth as she'd blown him, binding her hands just did it for her. She ground her hips against his thick hard-on and used her body to beg for more.
He freed her lips and in a single motion, flipped her body over so she lay on her back with him above her.
Learn more about this story at http://www.lshannon.net/Anomtan.html
Or buy the book here.
Shannon
www.lshannon.net
October 18, 2010
Killing Elvis
All you Elvis fans, don't take this the wrong way, but I have to kill him. Call him a sacrifice if you like but for the good of my writing mojo...
Elvis must die.
Or at least he needs to get his awesome ass songs off the itunes playlist for my writing. You see, I started writing after changing my prefered music from oldies and country to alternative rock/metal. Pretty drastic perhaps, but it was a time when I needed change and it worked for me. Well 2010 has been a bit more laid back and in turn I added a bunch of songs to my favorite playlist, "Writing Music". Some of the new additions include Elvis' Heartbreak Hotel, Burning Love, All Shook Up, Are You Lonesome Tonight, Love Me Tender, Don't Be Cruel. Yeah, goodies. I actually love to sing (badly) along with Elvis. But apparently I can't write to his songs.
It's not just Elvis who will get the ax. Also on the cut list are:
Air Supply (wtf? Hubby must have snuck this one in.)
Beatles (*cries*)
Big and Rich (well hell, it's about saving horses and riding cowboys. What's not to love?)
Blackhawk (who is this again?)
Blake Sheldon (huh?)
Bon Jovi (sigh over my lost youth)
Bryan Adams (how did he even sneak in?)
Celine Dion (seriously losing street cred, aren't I?)
Dixie Chicks (OMG Kill me now. Me and Earl both.)
and Elvis
Over 40 songs cut just through "E". I'm finding it actually painful to gut my song list like this but with a little luck it will revive the hunger in my writing. I need to remember what it felt like to die with each word and bleed the last drop onto each page. So I've moved (not deleted cause I'm just not that strong) these and about 80 more to a new playlist called "Not for writing". LOL
Sorry Elvis. Like so many of my characters, you just had to die. But fear not, because my world includes reincarnation.
Shannon
www.lshannon.net
Elvis must die.
Or at least he needs to get his awesome ass songs off the itunes playlist for my writing. You see, I started writing after changing my prefered music from oldies and country to alternative rock/metal. Pretty drastic perhaps, but it was a time when I needed change and it worked for me. Well 2010 has been a bit more laid back and in turn I added a bunch of songs to my favorite playlist, "Writing Music". Some of the new additions include Elvis' Heartbreak Hotel, Burning Love, All Shook Up, Are You Lonesome Tonight, Love Me Tender, Don't Be Cruel. Yeah, goodies. I actually love to sing (badly) along with Elvis. But apparently I can't write to his songs.
It's not just Elvis who will get the ax. Also on the cut list are:
Air Supply (wtf? Hubby must have snuck this one in.)
Beatles (*cries*)
Big and Rich (well hell, it's about saving horses and riding cowboys. What's not to love?)
Blackhawk (who is this again?)
Blake Sheldon (huh?)
Bon Jovi (sigh over my lost youth)
Bryan Adams (how did he even sneak in?)
Celine Dion (seriously losing street cred, aren't I?)
Dixie Chicks (OMG Kill me now. Me and Earl both.)
and Elvis
Over 40 songs cut just through "E". I'm finding it actually painful to gut my song list like this but with a little luck it will revive the hunger in my writing. I need to remember what it felt like to die with each word and bleed the last drop onto each page. So I've moved (not deleted cause I'm just not that strong) these and about 80 more to a new playlist called "Not for writing". LOL
Sorry Elvis. Like so many of my characters, you just had to die. But fear not, because my world includes reincarnation.
Shannon
www.lshannon.net
July 25, 2010
Six Sentence Sunday: The Longest Journey
This Sunday my six are from my WIP, Eagle Clan 3: The Longest Journey.
In his dream they were not helpless, they were strong and powerful and free. He wasn't alone. He was with another. A black dragon raced beside him. They soared together across the star brightened night sky. The joy and exhilaration burned away old fears leaving nothing but the caress of the night over glistening wings.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
It all began at Black Dawn, that terrible day when so many loved ones from the Ea...
In his dream they were not helpless, they were strong and powerful and free. He wasn't alone. He was with another. A black dragon raced beside him. They soared together across the star brightened night sky. The joy and exhilaration burned away old fears leaving nothing but the caress of the night over glistening wings.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
It all began at Black Dawn, that terrible day when so many loved ones from the Ea...
July 18, 2010
Six Sentence Sunday: Destiny
This Sunday my six are from Eagle Clan 2: Destiny now available at Cobblestone Press.
Just then, blue spotlights came on and skipped around before focusing center stage where the curtain cracked open slightly. Soft, deliberately fuzzy music floated over them. A long, perfectly formed leg slid from between the curtains then was followed by the attached and equally perfect body, which moved like silk, flowing gently as if carried by the smooth notes. Kita envied the dancer's grace and beauty tha...
Just then, blue spotlights came on and skipped around before focusing center stage where the curtain cracked open slightly. Soft, deliberately fuzzy music floated over them. A long, perfectly formed leg slid from between the curtains then was followed by the attached and equally perfect body, which moved like silk, flowing gently as if carried by the smooth notes. Kita envied the dancer's grace and beauty tha...
July 11, 2010
Six Sentence Sunday: Father of the Wolf
This Sunday my six are from Eagle Clan 1: Father of the Wolf now available at Cobblestone Press.
Hope hadn't taken her eyes from the animal. It looked like a large wolf. Very large. The poor thing deserved better than this. As she watched Steve approach it, Hope saw what he couldn't. Two pale, glowing eyes, blinking open.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
Between a wolf and his woman awaits the love they have both been searching for but to reach it they must overcome doubt, fear and betrayal. After sev...
Hope hadn't taken her eyes from the animal. It looked like a large wolf. Very large. The poor thing deserved better than this. As she watched Steve approach it, Hope saw what he couldn't. Two pale, glowing eyes, blinking open.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
Between a wolf and his woman awaits the love they have both been searching for but to reach it they must overcome doubt, fear and betrayal. After sev...
July 4, 2010
Six Sentence Sunday: Another Chance (ADULT)
This Sunday my six are some fireworks from Another Chance now available at Changeling Press.
His flames burst higher, with them in the center of all that heat.
Arching upward, Josh bellowed and came with a rush.
He claimed his mouth, swallowing down the pleasure, consuming, being consumed. His own orgasm roared in his ears, stole his breath and left him shattered and weak, collapsed over Josh's lax body.
The insistent elbow to his rib roused him moments later. "Chance… tell me you aren't capable ...
His flames burst higher, with them in the center of all that heat.
Arching upward, Josh bellowed and came with a rush.
He claimed his mouth, swallowing down the pleasure, consuming, being consumed. His own orgasm roared in his ears, stole his breath and left him shattered and weak, collapsed over Josh's lax body.
The insistent elbow to his rib roused him moments later. "Chance… tell me you aren't capable ...
July 2, 2010
First Kiss Friday: Hotter than Hell
This week's First Kiss Friday is from
Cupping his firm jaw and staring into the endless depths of his emerald eyes, she contemplated her options. She could either bemoan her loss of consciousness, or she could embrace this wonderful dream. The decision was easy. All her life she'd played it safe and missed out on adventure. This one time she could have the best of both. This adventure was about as safe as could be considering she'd eventually wake up and go back to her life. ...
Cupping his firm jaw and staring into the endless depths of his emerald eyes, she contemplated her options. She could either bemoan her loss of consciousness, or she could embrace this wonderful dream. The decision was easy. All her life she'd played it safe and missed out on adventure. This one time she could have the best of both. This adventure was about as safe as could be considering she'd eventually wake up and go back to her life. ...
June 27, 2010
Six Sentence Sunday: A Second Chance
This Sunday my six are from A Second Chance now available at Changeling Press.
The human in Chance's arms writhed in pleasure. The man's deliciously perfect ass pressed back against his raging arousal, sliding his cock up between his lover's cheeks. "Take me, Chance. Take me like you did in the snow." Not just any human… Josh's words gasped out on panted breath, begging for what Chance so desperately needed.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
Chance can't get Josh out of his mind. It's time for the demo...
The human in Chance's arms writhed in pleasure. The man's deliciously perfect ass pressed back against his raging arousal, sliding his cock up between his lover's cheeks. "Take me, Chance. Take me like you did in the snow." Not just any human… Josh's words gasped out on panted breath, begging for what Chance so desperately needed.
Curious? Here's the blurb:
Chance can't get Josh out of his mind. It's time for the demo...
June 25, 2010
First Kiss Friday: Zeven Ways to Kill Your Lover
This week's First Kiss Friday is from Zeven Ways to Kill Your Lover.
Sunshine outlined a huge man, combining dark shadow and blinding light. Her heart thundered once before she was heaved off her feet, pinned to the wall and confronted by black wraparound sunglasses that reflected her own terrified face.
She clawed at the thick arms and kicked against the huge body. But the man's weight crushed her to the wall.
The pressure changed, loosened. The man's honey brown skin came back into focus.
"Oh, ...
Sunshine outlined a huge man, combining dark shadow and blinding light. Her heart thundered once before she was heaved off her feet, pinned to the wall and confronted by black wraparound sunglasses that reflected her own terrified face.
She clawed at the thick arms and kicked against the huge body. But the man's weight crushed her to the wall.
The pressure changed, loosened. The man's honey brown skin came back into focus.
"Oh, ...
