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A Sweetheart Deal: Native Hearts for .99!

The story of Tank and Lee began in Lasso a Lover. This Valentine's Day, I want to offer Tank and Lee's second story, Native Hearts for .99!

Mocha Memoirs Press re-released this story, and they're making it available to readers at an introductory rate of .99! It's been re-edited and given a sizzling new cover. Grab a copy today!

This is the second story in my Native Hearts series. The first story, Lasso a Lover is available here.

This sweetheart deal is only available for a limited time! 

Purchase links: This story was originally published as A Heart-Shaped Hogan (published by Beautiful Trouble Publishing).

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Enjoy.
RaeLynn Blue

Series Saturday Presents: Moonbeams & Stardust

Series Saturday Presents:
Moonbeams and Stardust

Before the IGO series, my trips into the futuristic erotic romance began with Star Seduction . The world of Moonbeams and Stardust grew as did the colorful and entertaining characters in it. Most of the stories are set on the moon, in a dive of a strip bar called, The Cat's Meow. My love of writing stories in which real people discover true love in the darkest of places continues in these stories.


Star Seduction  begins the series.

Blurb: Thanks to an explosion on his touring ship, Jackson's life of intergalactic glitz as the guitarist in rock band dead ends on a chunk not too far from Earth, the moon. Depressed, down on his luck, and emotionally desolate, Jackson spends night after night, drowning any feelings he has left in countless mug of beer. When he accidental clashes with a beautiful black woman in the Cat's Meow lot, he sees a ray of sun in his otherwise dreary life. Star Summers is a woman betrayed.

Thanks to a boyfriend who left her for greener pastures on Earth, Star is reduced to dancing as a stripper at a dump called the Cat's Meow, not to mention her morning gig of working at a diner. The moon promised to be a blessing, but has turned into a curse.

Longing for Earth on the rise she's willing to do anything to get home. When they do find each other, sparks not only fly, they explode. There's just one problem, Star's pimp Darius.


The next story, HALO'S HEART, also stars characters from Star Seduction .

Blurb: Halo has had enough of her tech helper Kai's flirtatious nature. Though she secretly harbors a hot flame for him, she is more than stunned when she catches him fanning his flame for a stripper from the Cat's Meow, a strip club she had long since clawed her way out of.

Will Kai and Halo be able to overcome the past's long reach and forge a future together?




Torrid ask me to write a short story, and I chose to write on set in the Moonbeams & Stardust world. That story, "Operation Posion Moonflower," demonstrates the lush world and the action-adventure that is characteristic of this series.

Blurb: Bounty Hunter Amador Riveria has sought the elusive Lieutenant Emi Materio, aka Poison Moonflower for weeks without much success. What he has learned from snitches, waitresses, and soldiers is that Moonflower wanted no part of the moon colony wars. And she fled, taking with her the T'horio's secret weapon. She WAS that weapon, a highly trained, skilled killing machine. Amado knows the payout is high for the capture and return of Moonflower, but over the weeks, he has come to admire the woman's courage, drive, and skill—but has his admiration melded into adoration?


Grab a copy of it today.

Another action-packed, fun, and erotic tale from Moonbeams and Stardust series, is Piper's Pleasure. Out of all the stories, Piper is a very fun and rowdy type of woman. I liked her a lot. Strong female and the captain of a ship. Love it.

Blurb: Captain Piper’s transport duties require poise and professionalism. Ryan SeagrassSeagrass publicly puts her in a position that will ultimately lead to her pleasure.

Four stars at ARe. Grab a copy of this fast paced read here in ebook. It's also available in print.

These are the four stories in the Moonbeams & Stardust series. Feel free to grab the ones you missed or if you have read them all, please recommend them to someone else.

Enjoy.

Rae

Native Hearts: Lasso a Lover Re-released!

Native Hearts: Lasso a Lover Re-released!Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC has re-released the first story in my contemporary erotic romance series, Native Hearts. The first story is Lasso a Lover. 
Originally published by Beautiful Trouble Publishing, the story of Lee and Tank had to be told. So, I am very glad to offer it to readers again, with an entirely new edit. 
If you missed  Lasso a Lover  during its first publishing, I invite you to pick it up now that's back in print.
This gorgeous cover illustrates that hot first meeting between Lee and Tank at one of Dante's freak parties.
What's more exciting is that you can read more about the characters in this world. Sky from Cashmere Sky is Lee's best friend, and of course, Dante Divine runs the freak party. 
Check out these other titles that link into Native Hearts: Lasso a Lover. 
Purchase link: http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-h...
Price: $2.00
Other stories in this world:

Divine Party- Dante's story. Something Deeper- Contains the story, Cashmere Sky (Lee's Best Friend, Sky). It takes place at one of Dante's freak parties too. :)
Enjoy!
Rae

Cover Reveal-Native Hearts

I am super excited to reveal the new cover for Native Hearts!

I'm super excited to see Tank and Lee available again for the reading public. Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC is sending both stories through a fresh edit and I've expanded a few areas.

Stay tuned.... 

Character Spotlight: Misaki Kenj of THE ONYX SCION

Each Monday, I am going to spotlight one of the characters in my books. This Monday, I am spotlighting, Misaki Kenji, the heroine of my urban fantasy, The Onyx Scion.

Misaki is having a difficult time. She's lost her husband to a murderer. In the land of Humania, where faires, trolls, pixies, and humans intermingle in the urban metropolis, Misaki is tucked blissfully away in the Osir Providence--until today.

Shattered by grief, she’s discovered draped over Otieno. Accused, shunned, and labeled a murderer, Misaki must find out who really did kill her husband or join him in the after life.


There's hope--Kenton Kingsley, a Royal Investigative Knight  arrives to investigate her husband's murder, Misaki must convince him that she didn't kill her love, or be hanged. One thing Misaki knows for certain--someone killed her husband and she's in danger. Far away in the cold providence of Osir, blood runs cold beneath the icy landscape and the hush of snowfall muffles the cries of murder and betrayal. Kanton and Misaki are soon swept up in a tale of greed, power, and conspiracy centered around an ancient poem. One which speaks of a lost scion, and the sole heir to the Dark Elves’ throne.
Facts about Misaki:1. She works for one of the powerful lords in all of Humania.2. She's very good and negotiations.3. She's been told of a prophecy, of a lost scion, that will return and rule the Dark Elves' throne.
Excerpt from The Onyx Scion:“Misaki?” Kanton said somberly, pushing her cautiously back. “Misaki?”      It was her name, a plain name that meant beautyin pixie language, but as she heard it on Kanton’s tongue, it struck her as sultry and sexy, bringing with it a thirst to taste him.       But she swallowed it back down into her burning throat. Tears rose up quickly to replace those she had shed.      “Yes?” she said and sat back, tucking her hair behind her ears and unable to look him in the eyes, stared at her table. “I’m done, I guess.”      Kanton placed the reed on the table, next to his empty mug.       “Yeah, I guess you are. Now look at me,” Kanton said, something heavy and huge in his voice sent shudders through Misaki.      Taking in a steadying breath, she tried to cool her raging emotions.       I can’t look at him. If I do, I—I don’t know what will happen. My body’s bursting with fire from his touch, and his voice seduces me unlike anyone, even Otieno. Goddess this is not a good time, my emotions are a muddled mass! But, but if his eyes are mirrors of my own, I might, I might…      Misaki couldn’t think any further.      “Please, Misaki,” Kanton said tenderly. He touched her cheek and guided it so that she was soon staring into his face. “Is that so bad?”      “No,” she croaked, breathing hard as she fought the desire threatening to leak over her. This man wanted her in the dungeon, and would soon place her back at the Lords Manor. “No, not at all.”      Even to her, she sounded winded and very, very nervous.      “Do you fear me, Misaki? Is that why you fled today?” Kanton asked.      And with the tremble in his voice, Misaki met his eyes at last. Buried there was something painful, twisted and horribly unsettling—a fiery blaze of longing.       But for what?      “No, I—I ran because I couldn’t stand another moment in the Lords’ Manor,” she said, blushing, her cheeks flaming from his fierce gaze. “Okay, and a little bit of you.”      Kanton’s face fell.      “No, no, not fearful of you! But more of the idea of what you would do to me!” Misaki added, trying to stop the crestfallen look on his face from becoming permanent. Even that explanation didn’t sound quite right either.      “It is difficult to put into words.”      “Misaki,” Kanton said, his hands on her arms. “I would never hurt you, or bring you to harm, so don’t, please, don’t fear me.”      His hand glided up her sleeves and on to her face, where his thick fingers caressed her face, his breath labored as it left his mouth. Misaki peeked downward and the bulge pressing against Kanton’s pants told her that she wasn’t alone in her thirst.      He hungered for her as well.      She couldn’t stop herself from watching the generous lump, pat impatiently against Kanton’s pants as if begging her to release it. Soon, her own nodule beat in time to Kanton’s pulsating package.       “Misaki,” he whispered, and drew her close to him, his lips parted, his eyes all for her. They closed as his mouth opened.       Perhaps it was the candles that turned the bungalow into a cozy room of romance, or the fact that he made her tea. Maybe it was the tea itself—not everything was known about fairy feather tea.      Misaki didn’t know, but she burst forward, grabbing a handful of his dreadlocks and pulling him into her, crushing his lips beneath hers, running her tongue throughout his mouth, rapidly exploring, tasting, and feeling her body surge upward to him, pressing hard against his, straining to touch him.      “Oh, Misaki,” he mumbled, giving into her, falling backwards on the sofa, sliding down until she was positioned on top of him.       She hiked her gown nearly up to her waist. She felt his stiff cock beat against her thigh, as if reminding her of its presence. Oh, she bent down and sucked another ravaging kiss from his lips, as if it was a potent potion that had been drunk hastily and without pause.       His hands, those wide, large hands, were on her back, stroking it with long sweeps from her lower back, up to her neck, and down again. As each hand made its alternating pass, Misaki arched, throwing her breasts into his face, the heightened tips of her nipples pointing through the thin fabric like tent poles.         “Take me, Kanton,” she whispered breathlessly into the hot air.      Oh, please, sweet surrender, take me to blissful loving! Misaki prayed, but then she felt Kanton freeze beneath her.      His hands stopped and he scooted upward, pushing Misaki back, away from him.      “What’s wrong?” she asked, though she knew she hadn’t wanted to go through with it. It felt wrong to betray Otieno with this man. She’d only just met him. “Kanton?”      “It’s not me you want,” he breathed, getting up to stand by the fire. “You, you are confused, lonely, perhaps, but I won’t take advantage of you like this.”      Annoyance flashed in Misaki’s heart. “I’m a woman of age, Kanton. I can decide who my bed partners should be!”      Kanton shook his head. “I’m not arguing you that point, but Misaki, your husband’s been dead only just a day prior. You’re emotionally unstable, you miss him. I’m a man, and, and, you might be wanting comfort, not, not…”      Misaki got up from the sofa.      “Are you saying you don’t want me? That I’m damaged goods?” she realized that she was yelling at him. Though the annoyance she felt was at herself. Mixed in there was a little shame and a giant dollop of guilt.      “No!” Kanton said, his hands in his hair in frustration. “Don’t you see?”      How many times had she seen Otieno do the very same thing?      “Goddess no,” he added, looking at her with wild eyes filled with shame and probably a bit of confusion. He spread his arms out and said, “I want you more than I can even utter into words, Misaki. But look at me, Misaki, down at me. Do you believe I want you?”      She did, and she saw the huge knot of tangled desire push against his pants. His exquisite endowment made her wish for and wet all over again.      “Come here,” she said slowly, her voice thick with thirst. “Kanton…”
The Excerpt: Get your copy of The Onyx Scion today at Amazon, ARe, and BN.com. Also available in Print.

Character Spotlight: Dr. Javier Martinez of A WILD HEART

Each Monday, I am going to spotlight one of the characters in my books. This Monday, I am spotlighting, Dr. Javier Martinez, of my saucy A WILD HEART.

Javier loves his job, but he's even more in love with his fellow scientist, Dr. Rashawna Reese.  When they're granted an opportunity to visit the Amazon Rainforest, it is a dream come true for both.  Yet, Javier has more interest than just discovering possible new species or cures for cancer.

He's determined to help Rashawna discover his long hidden love for her. An erotic local, the thrill of research, and a beautiful woman--perfect. One thing Javier knew for sure--they wouldn't return to the United States without her knowing exactly how he felt about her. He would find a way to wrangle her wild heart.




Facts About Javier: 

1. Doctorate in Microbiology
2. Has worked with Rashawna for ten years.
3. Attended Yale University

Excerpt from A WILD HEART.

Javier held his breath as the squall continued to fall. He secretly praised the research director for sending them together to gather samples from the rainforest’s tens of thousands of plants. The rainforest had been starving off a drought, and this new precipitation came as a welcomed relief. Every since their research expedition to the Arctic Circle a year ago, Rashawna had avoided him—not physically, because they worked together—but emotionally. She only spoke to him when it pertained to work, nothing more.                Now, he had her at a place where he could at least pose the question. Whether she would open up to him or not, he did not know, but he wanted her to trust him as she once did. He knew about her wild heart. Like the Amazon, Rashawna had so many undiscovered secrets. Despite their ten-year professional relationship, she kept so much hidden beneath her canopy, protecting what he guessed was a vulnerable, but wild, heart underneath. But he knew, a wild heart strained against the binds of whatever hurt she had experienced. That night, one year ago, she had let him explore her forest, her trees, her plants, her everything.                And he had wanted re-entry ever since.                Once morning came, a co-worker had come to Rashawna’s cabin and had discovered them. The co-worker had not told anyone, but Rashawna hated that the woman knew about their relationship. This other co-worker continued to make sly comments about Javier and Rashawna when the two were alone. It had so unnerved Rashawna that she pushed him back, far back, just out of reach.                As if that would stop him.                “Tell me, mí amor,” he said. She turned her head, lifting it from his fingers. “Why you do not let me tame your wild heart?”                “I do not have a wild heart.”                “You said you do remember…”                “I do!” she shouted and bolted to her feet. At five feet, two inches tall, she could stand inside the tent with her head barely touching its top.                 “I had not meant to upset you.”                “I’m not upset!” she shrieked. She jerked away, her arms folded, her body rigid. She wanted no parts of him, but he had heard her scream. Something had shaken her. Despite the comfortable temperature of the tent, Rashawna trembled. So petite and so powerful, she had no idea of the effect she had on him. In their field of biology, she was a renowned expert, but in the matters of the heart, in love, she was as savage as the many creatures in the rainforest. That fierce, untamed emotion had already began to seep out along her usually well placed edges. Javier wanted to help those doors open completely.Perhaps, then she would smile more and allow love in.She spun around to face him and stalked right by him to her sleeping bed. Flopping down onto the cushy fabric, she sighed deeply. He twisted around to face her heart-shaped face. The worry and anxiousness in her voice had betrayed her. “It isn’t you, Javier. It’s this place. It’s so, so…”“Wild,” he finished.“Yes. There’s so much we don’t know…” “Is that not why we are scientists? Attempting to answer those unknowns? Are we not explorers, pioneers, and the seekers of knowledge not yet dreamed or discovered?” She willingly met his eyes. He held her gaze. Such wonderfully gorgeous eyes, they seduced him the first time he saw her. He had to admit to himself, it was her small, hourglass frame that stole his composure. He had spilled his coffee all over his shirt because he completely missed his mouth. He had to go home and change his clothes. Even a scientist had desires and he had pinned his on hers at that moment. Once he heard her speak about the potential for a cure for cancer being inside of the Amazon Rainforest, so passionate, but accurate, she had him hooked.“Yes, that is why I became a scientist.” Rashawna nodded. “We’ll hit it hard tomorrow after this rain ends.”He nodded. She had successfully switched the topic and avoided answering his question. So she thought.“You would not put me out into the streaming rain, would you?” he asked and removed his shoes and rain suit. Lying down beside her sleeping bag, in only his tee-shirt and boxer briefs, Javier leaned up on his elbow. Rashawna had opened her mouth to disagree, but he had already stripped out of the one-piece rain suit before she could utter a syllable. He liked how she fought not to look at his crotch. “You came over here, so you clearly have no issue with rain. I think you can make it back to your tent just fine.” “I would physically, sí. But my heart will not make it.”“Javier! You have a Ph.D. in microbiology. Surely you can come up with better lines than that.”He smiled. Loved her spitfire nature. That sassiness made him want her all the more. She had been so shaken earlier, so nervous, but now, now that he had refocused her on her job, she seemed more like her old self.“I do not have lines. I am not an actor! What I say is from my love, Rashawna.”He put an emphasis on the R in her name on purpose. She shuddered, making him smile. Goodness, he loved when she responded to him in a manner that was genuine. When he said her name, she could not avoid that little shimmy—even when she did not want to admit it. He knew she wanted him as much as he did her. They had been together the last five and a half years on various global research assignments. After the Arctic expedition, they had not been alone again until now. She cocked her head to the side and drew her knees up to her chest. “You’re serious.”
“I have always been serious with you and my love for you.”
End Excerpt. Check out the full story. Get a copy at Amazon, ARe, or SharaAzod.com

Character Spotlight: Dante Divine of DIVINE PARTY

Each Monday, I am going to spotlight one of the characters in my books. This Monday, I am spotlighting fierce freak party organizer, Dante Divine of Divine Party.

Dante lives in Chicago, and produces the sexual explicit and wildly popular Divine and Inferno Parties. 

Yet, when your livelihood comes from creating and assisting others with their sexual fantasies,it leaves very little for you. Sex is a business and lacks appeal.

Burnout, Dante decides to sell the business and move on with her life. 
Facts about Dante:
1. Has two bodyguards who she's known since she was in third grade.
2. Is a Chicago native.
3. Knows karate   

Meet Dante for the first time in CASHMERE SKY . She finds her love in DIVINE PARTY.

Except from  DIVINE PARTY

Dante took that moment to look at Kenshin—a habit of which she never tired. Dressed in fitted bleached-khaki pants, a soft yellow button-down shirt and shoes, he looked like every other businessman at the Divine party—with a catch. He resembled a model; the others, merely businessmen. These tamer gatherings required people to be fully dressed and catered to clients who wanted a more refined party. By contrast, Inferno parties set sexual fantasies on fire. Scorched inhibitions to ashes. The Divine parties, well, were divine, Olympus-type gatherings, hence the white dress code and royal ambiance. Unlike most of her clients, Kenshin didn’t discriminate; he came to both types of parties.
The first time she saw him was at an Inferno party in Kenosha, Wisconsin. A small gathering, she had thrown it together last minute at the behest of a local politician. Thinking back, she recalled she had worn these exact same stilettos, a hot pink corset, garter and nude stockings. She liked that corset! Her matching studded collar had caught his attention, thus bringing the gorgeous man into her orbit. He’d placed his muscularly fit torso on display for the Inferno members. Speechless, she had to force words through her own gaping and salivating mouth just to answer his questions. Because of the nature of her business, she’d seen thousands of men nude, but Kenshin blew the others away. Her buttoned-up Asian was fine. His dragon tattoo, a jade green ornate illustration crawled over his right arm, down his torso and across the beginning of his abs. Such intricate details and vivid colors, it stole her breath. Muscles, cut and well-defined, caused the dragon to ripple when he walked, lifted a wineglass or groped an ass. Floored, she wanted nothing but him that night, but so did many others—paying others. Backing off, she attended to her duties as a hostess, leaving others to swoon over him.
At times, she regretted her decision not to press for his attention that first night.Taking another clarifying breath, she pushed the idea and the memory of Kenshin’s athletic body and his roaring dragon out of her mind. She did love the Japanese, but physical attraction meant very little to her anymore. She longed for something more substantial.
“So, go after that cute little blonde in the Greek toga,” she suggested to him. To her it sounded half-hearted, and she figured Kenshin would pick up on it too.
“There are none like you. Trust me. I have tried to find them. They do not exist.”
“That’s a very kind thing to say, and it is true. There’s only one Dante. But I’m not on the menu.”
“Even better. I want you all to myself.” Kenshin turned around to face her.
Dante laughed until he stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the dance floor, hell blocking her view of everything. He pushed his mask into his hair, revealing his face. Gazing down at her, his almond-shaped eyes seemed to glow like melted chocolate. He smelled expensive and exotic. Wrapped up in his close proximity, his scent and the thudding heat of his body, Dante squeezed her thighs together to try to satisfy the budding arousal. The look of lust on his face made her even hotter.
“I’m hosting. I can’t…”
“You have before¼that time in Kenosha¼”
“It’s different now,” she said, avoiding eye contact. Something about the sincerity in his eyes pricked her resolve.
Dante stepped back from him before her senses made her do something she could regret. 
Not that she really thought she would regret being with him, but she made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t engage in brief, short encounters. The emotional havoc wasn’t worth it.
He scowled in confusion. “Are you pregnant?”

She smiled and decided to share her secret. “Really? No, Kenshin. I’m retiring. This is my last party. So, I want to savor it.”
His face fell. “What? Why?”
Poor guy. He really must love her parties! Perhaps that was all he had in his life. Shaking her head, she touched his arm to comfort him. “I know you enjoy my parties, but there are others.”
He smirked. “You don’t understand, Dante.”
“No, really, I do. I get it. My parties are the best, but there are others. I’ve got contacts. 
Some in Madison too. It’s a drive but…”
Kenshin threw back his head in obvious frustration. He leveled a look at her that gave her pause. Clearly, she’d missed something.
“You must forgive me. You’re right. I can attend any party. But I don’t come to these parties for the food, the entertainment, or the dancing.”
“So, why else attend a party?” Dante was thoroughly confused about the situation. If he can get food and adventurous sex at any freak party, what is his problem?

“For you. I come to these parties for you, Dante.”
End ExcerptGrab a copy of DIVINE PARTY from Amazon or Beautiful Trouble Publishing 

White Hot Excerpt from White Tiger Christmas

It's STILL freezing outside! January winter has arrived with all the ferocity of a tiger--a white tiger.

To help keep you heated and warm, here is a white hot except from my latest release, White Tiger Christmas.

Blurb: Zina was sick and tired of longing for Kento from afar. One minute he seemed interested, the next minute he was flirting with some floozy all in the name of work. Yeah, right. Well one thing for sure, she wasn’t going to spend this holiday longing for a man who couldn’t see the forest for the trees. Besides, there was a hot dragon shifter just begging for her attention…

Kento wanted Zina with every fiber of his being. But knowing how most humans feared the dragon shifters that had revealed themselves, how could he ever tell her he was a tiger? The fear of rejection kept him tucked away in the friend zone. Until a dragon came sniffing around his woman. Little did Zina realize what a dangerous game she was playing when she agreed to go out on a date with a dragon. She was about to catch a tiger by his tail, and he for one had no intention of ever letting go.
Price: $2.99Genre: Urban Fantasy RomanceBuy Link: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/white-tiger-christmas.html
There are characters who also appear in my Dragon's Keep series story, Seadragon. 
Excerpt from White Tiger Christmas.
                 The hulky Kento slipped into the booth, sucking in his girth as he did so. The tiny electric-styled dressed café consumed a small space of the corner block of shops. Designed for skinny college students and mostly women, it didn’t offer a lot of space. Kento leaned onto the table with both arms and it titled toward him. Her tea mug slid a few inches toward him. Zina smiled, unable to stop grinned at the sight of Kento squeezed into such a tiny booth.
“No, not at all. There’s no contradiction to my devotion to you…”“Good…”“I do have a confession.”Zina nodded, as she reclaimed her mug. “You’re a shifter.”Kento’s shocked face made her laugh.“H-how did you know?”“I put it all together. Two plus two and all that…”All the tension, the fear, and the anguish dissipated with his grinning, but astonished face. The man was simply too damn sexy for his own good. He grinned.She shrugged. “You gave me enough clues.”He arched an eyebrow. “Did I?”“Earlier I thought I couldn’t stand the opportunity you presented to me…”“I pushed too hard…”She put her hand up to silence him.“Your, um, abilities, didn’t frighten me.”“No?”“No. It surprised me too, at first. But I realized you must have amazing control for no one to notice, not even Draco, a dragon shifter himself and who played in the same damn band with you for years.”“I do have fierce control over my beast.” Kento shot her grin and shrugged like it was no big deal.“Beast?”Kento shifted around in his seat, looking even more miserable. “I, yes, well, can we go someplace private? I can order your creamy tomato soup to go.”Zina laughed. “Did you say, beast?”“Yes.” His smile crumbled around the edges a little bit.“Don’t get all in your feelings, Ken. Tell me everything.”The wattage on his smile increased. She packed up her purse and got out of the booth. Kento did too, and it cracked her up seeing how he managed to slide his massiveness free. He gazed down at her.“Next time, we’re getting a table.”She laughed.He smirked, but then grew serious. “You want to know everything?”Standing next to him always made her feel small despite her 5’ 5.” Dwarfed by Kento, Zina wanted to wrap herself inside his hugeness. Now, she wound what he shifted into. A yeti?He snatched her to him and leaned down to face her as close as his girth would let him. Everything about his felt hard, his torso, his thighs, and his belt buckle that dug into her upper chest. “Good. I plan to give you everything, you understand me, Z?” The heat pooling in those gorgeous eyes made her wet.He smelled like fire and fresh cut wood. Still wearing his dress clothes from the office, Zina wondered just where he went to search for her-a forest? Another question for her long list of inquiries. Maybe if he refused to answer, she could tie him down and torment, tempt?, his carnal desire until he told her everything—or until she was satisfied, whichever came first. “Promise to tell all.” Zina ran her hands up his sweater and along the bristles sprouting across his lower jaw.“Always, my love.” Kento kissed her fingers lightly.It came out husky, almost animalistic, but instead of being frightened, Zina’s body tightened. Oh, she liked that.“Get a room!” Yelled a customer and it grounded Zina from the ninth cloud.She’d gotten lost in the reflective ochere of Kento’s eyes. How had she missed that all those years? For some reason she never knew his eyes could do that.“Let’s go.” Kento hurried toward the exit, nearly dragging her.“Hey! Remember, for each step you take, I gotta take twelve!” Zina stumbled, thought about her soup but realized she wasn’t that hungry anyway. Damn him for stirring her other desire.Kento stopped abruptly outside the exit doors. He seemed to come alive in the crisp evening air. The color to his cheeks returned, and he seemed more relaxed, at ease, as if the café had caged him.“Where do you want to go?” The winter moon, full and brilliant, hung behind him in the velvety night sky. It cast his face in partial shadow, only his eyes loomed in some illumination. It was strange, but those glowing orbs reminded her of something familiar and perfectly normal. Cats.Kento’s beast must be a cat, of some kind.“Tell me where you want to go and I will take you. Out here is just too vulnerable--exposed.”She quirked an eye at him. “My house.”“Out of anywhere in the world, that’s your choice?” Kento peered down at her with heat smoldering in their orange-brown spheres.  “There’s no place like home. Besides, I have a feeling, you’re going to be spending a lot of time there.”Zina blew him a kiss and headed to her car. Leaving Kento flabbergasted in her wake.
End Excerpt

Character Spotlight: Kao Chen of Firebreather and White Tiger Christmas

Each Monday, I am going to spotlight one of the characters in my books. To kick off this series, actor Daniel Henney, is the inspiration for Kao Chen, dragon shifter, attorney, and clan member of the Xiongxin. 

Although Kao hasn't found love of his own yet, he is instrumental in helping others find their mates. You can see Kao in action in Firebreather and White Tiger Christmas. Check out all the Dragon's Keep series today. If you have, post some comments and share your positive thoughts.

A few facts about Kao Chen:
1. Is a cousin to Ryuu and Draco via their father being his uncle.2. Despite his youthful appearance, he is over 200 years old.3. A fierce dragon both on and off the court.
Meet Kao for the first time in Firebreather. 
Excerpt: “I’m here. Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Kao said with a shake of his head when he reached Ryuu. Clad in a dark trench coat and sporting a briefcase, he waltzed by the uniformed policemen shepherding a string of scanty-clad people across the hall. With his close clipped dark hair, and almond-shaped eyes, he looked both dangerously smart and totally harmless. Ryuu knew Kao to be a fierce dragon—both inside and outside a courtroom.They embraced. “Firebreather, such an honor to see you again.” Kao spoke in low tones.“The honor is mine, Kao. They won’t release Draco. I’ve asked repeatedly.” Ryuu gave Kao a brief recap of their conversation with the detectives. Naturally, he left out all the details of his mating with Angelina.“I see.”Kao put his full attention on the two professionally dressed policemen and addressed them. “I’m Kao Chen, and I request to see my client. Since a member of the Council is here, I assume you know which person I’m referring.”   His English was perfect despite being one of the last languages he’d mastered. Kao was a master attorney.Detective Ross lazily nodded. “So, who are you?”“Mr. Li Jin’s attorney.”“So, is that the way this is going to happen? You dragons come up in here and push us around? Is that it? Try to intimidate us.”Kao shook his head. “I’ve only just arrived; however, I’m certain Mr. Sho Jin has made my client’s bail. Please, release him, according to the law—with speed and great haste.”Ryuu took a step forward. “There’s no intimidation here. I’ve requested Draco’s release repeatedly. You’ve made no visible effort to release him.”“He’s a flight risk.”“The judge didn’t see it that way.” Kao replied with a swift rebuff. “My client.”Kao always acted in a matter of fact way, and dealt only in those things that could be proven. Ryuu had only had limited contact with the attorney due to their age difference. Kao was over two hundred years old, despite his relatively youthful human appearance. It also meant he didn’t have a lot of patience. When one’s lived as long as he had, he’d seen almost everything. End Excerpt for Firebreather~*~Kao makes another appearance in White Tiger Christmas. Read the following excerpt.“Um. Hello? Is this Zina?” came the short somewhat arrogant tone.                Zina flinched, looked down at the screen and noted the unknown number. She put the phone back to her ear. “Yes, this is Zina.”                Her tone wobbled. She pushed her bleak musings about Kento aside.                “It’s me, Kao.”                Kao. What’s with her and men whose names start with K. She sighed and sat down on the bed. Last night, she’d given him her number, only to infuriate Kento, and to pay him back a little. Still, she couldn’t deny that she liked Kao.                 “I realize it’s late, but I just got off from the office. If you haven’t eaten, I’d like to take you to dinner.”                “I’m hungry, but I don’t want to cause you to come out of your way. I can meet you somewhere.”                What am I doing? I’m in my nightclothes. Ready for bed.                 She glanced at the time, and then the empty bed.                  “Great. Do you know the Madison’s Pancake House?”                Zina grimaced, thankful Kao couldn’t see her face. She absolutely knew the restaurant, 24 Hour diner. More than she wanted to know. It was only a few blocks from The Rocketeer Bar, and it was a favorite hangout of The Sirens’ band members.                “I can’t wait to see you. Say in about thirty minutes?” Kao sounded genuinely excited about it.                 It became infectious. Because as Zina ended the call, she enthusiastically hurried to the shower. Thirty minutes, sure she could make it. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation of eating Madison’s eggnog flavored pancakes. Coupled with their legendary coffee, Madison’s meant food heaven. She scrubbed her body, towel dried it, and lotioned in rapid session. Dressed in black jeans, scarlet red sweater, and black stiletto boots, Zina placed her hair into afro puffs and added her big gold hoop earrings. She pulled on her peacoat and headed out into the dark, cold night.                 And into the warmth, golden glow of good company and tasty pancakes.
End Excerpt for White Tiger Christmas

Guest Spotlight: Laurel Cremant: Double Delight for Readers

Guest Spotlight: Laurel CremantErotic romance author, Laurel Cremant stopped by my blog to discuss her two, yes, two delicious and delightful stories of romance.

If you haven't tried her works, you are missing out. 

Visit her website for a complete list of her works, but today we're spotlighting Wynter's Fall and Midnight Mistletoe.


WYNTER’S FALL(WYNTER TALES, Book I)
AUTHOR: Laurel CremantGENRE: Modern Fairy Tale RomanceLENGTH: Novella
PUBLISHER: Winged Moon PublishingBLURB: An unsuspecting mortal, A Keeper of Dreams, And a group of Gods intent on reclaiming powers they no longer deserve...

Melania Wynter has a big problem, the man of her actual dreams is becoming all too real. Determined to gain back some control over her life, she hopes that a a little vacation will be enough for her psyche to stop comparing her real life to the vivid dreams she's had since childhood. But one patch of ice, a solid pine tree and a nasty bump on the head derail her plans. 

Daiomone, Keeper of Dreams has always been drawn to Melania. He's bided his time, waiting for her to cross-over to his realm, but manipulative God's have interfered in unexpected ways. With a helping hand from fate, he must go to Melania and keep her safe. 

Together they must navigate the wilderness and survive both the cold and trouble-making Gods.
EXCERPT:“Melania, you need to snap out of it.”She tensed as Daimone’s voice filled her head again. Reaching up, she touched the throbbing knot on her head and moaned.It was official. She’d finally gone off the deep end. “This is so not happening.”His deep chuckle resonated through her mind. “Ignoring me won’t make me go away.”She huddled tighter against her drawn up legs.“Trust me. I know,” she mumbled.He was a major contributing factor in her need for rest and relaxation. Her trip had been a last ditch effort before she threw in the proverbial towel and saw a therapist regarding her little problem.However, now thanks to a stupid patch of ice, her brain was scrambled and her dream man on the loose. Somewhere on WebMD, there must be a section dedicated to her current condition. It would be a perfectly descriptive affliction that fit her every symptom to a “T”.Ohshititis—hallucinations and hysteria brought on by extreme situations and chronic bad luck.“You need to get moving, love.”Why not just go with it? Considering her circumstances, she was, after all, due for a little hysteria. “Well, excuse me if I want to take a moment to recover from a death-defying event here.”“The storm is coming closer, love. You have to get moving.”Lifting her head, she peered up into the thick veil of snow falling all around her. She blinked rapidly as a flurry of snowflakes drifted down on her face with, she was sure, a type of maniacal glee.
“The clock is ticking, Princess.”“First of all, you are so not the boss of me. You’re not even real. You’re just a figment of my imagination.”“We really don’t have time to discuss this right now.”“Wait, I’m still unconscious, aren’t I?”She glanced back at her car, partially expecting to see a specter of herself slumped over the wheel.His long sigh drifted through her mind. She could almost feel his breath tickle the nape of her neck.“Why do you always have to be so stubborn?” he responded.She scrunched her brow at his words, refusing to be badgered by a figment of her imagination. Considering the state of things, her choices were either unconsciousness, insanity, or worse yet, admitting that she was well and truly screwed.She opted for unconsciousness.It must be the only thing that explained the presence of Daimone’s voice in her head. For as long as she could remember, she’d dreamed of him. He’d appeared in her dreams even as a child. In the beginning, he was a child just as she’d been. But as the years passed, he’d aged along with her.Sometimes, months would pass between his visits, but even when she dreamed of other people and things, she’d felt him watching her in the corner of her mind. He’d been her secret companion, her solace for years.Her cheeks heated as she thought of how he’d also become other things to her. It began the night she’d returned from her family’s summer vacation at the beach. She’d only been fifteen at the time and missed frolicking in the sun with friends. That night, she’d dreamed of lying on the beach soaking in the sun. Daimone had appeared and sat down next to her, nudging her playfully in the ribs. She’d opened her eyes, and for the first time, noticed the breadth of his shoulders, his strong jaw, and twinkling blue eyes.A flash of heat had raced across her flesh as sunlight had kissed his golden skin. For the first time, she felt the urge to kiss a boy. Her body had yearned to touch and be touched.Her lips quirked as she thought back on that dream. She’d acted on impulse then. She’d reached up and pulled him down to her, pursing her lips onto his. He’d yanked away looking surprised, but she still remembered the way she’d tingled at the touch of his lips on hers.She rarely saw him in her dreams for several years after that. He would appear as a passerby or random face in a crowd, but never played a starring role. Not until her parents died several years after she completed college did he become a reoccurring feature in her dreams again.“As much as I love this little jaunt down memory lane, it’s time to make a decision.” His voice had lost its calm tone and held a definite edge of irritation.“I’ll make this easier for you. You’re not unconscious, you’re not crazy. So that leaves only one option.”“Don’t say it,” she said.“You’re fucked, love, and not in a good way.”She groaned.
    Of course she was.End Excerpt MIDNIGHT MISTLETOE(The Golden Pack Alphas, Book I)
AUTHOR: Laurel CremantGENRE: Paranormal RomanceLENGTH: Short StoryPUBLISHER: Winged Moon PublishingBLURB:
WARNING: This short novelette/short story of 8,000 words is the first book in this serial and contains snarky dialogue, extremely inappropriate uses of mistletoe, alpha HEROINES and the weres smart enough to chase them.

All were-hybrid, Georgia Walker wants for Christmas is to spend some time away from her pack and in particular, away from one increasingly dangerous enforcer turned Beta. She has every intention of spending her days basking in the warm Caribbean sun and indulging in an island fling, or two. Anything to forget the way a certain were made her pulse race and skin tingle. 

Marcus Legrand has only one goal this holiday season, bring Georgia home and finally claim her for his own. Convincing the strong willed ice princess will take all of his skill and patience, but Marcus is no stranger to hunting prey. He has every intention of putting both his rank and heart on the line.
EXCERPT: Taking a deep breath, she reached her arms overhead, arched her back and inhaled the balmy salted air. She could almost hear her muscles sigh, but despite the relaxation attempting to spread through her limbs, her body tingled with a tension she knew settled too deep.Her heat cycle was starting, and there was nothing she could do to relieve the discomfort.Well almost nothing.Dropping her hands back down to her sides, she swept her gaze across the small beach. It wasn’t crowded but had a fair number of sunbathers and Zen cravers. And most importantly it had men looking for the same thing she was—a little fun, forgetfulness and zero strings. Although heat pooled to her center, her stomach rolled in apprehension.In the past she’d had no problems with finding a willing male to sleep with when she was in heat. She enjoyed sex, and although each year her parents hoped she would chose a permanent mate, no man in or outside of her pack inspired much feeling or devotion. At least not enough for her to be shackled to for life.But last year, because of The-Wolf-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, no one appealed to her.Instead of rolling around for several hours with a well-endowed chosen playmate, she’d remained locked in her home for days with her vibrator and a healthy supply of batteries.She had no intentions of repeating the experience. This week, she planned on proving to both her body and wolf, that Marcus wasn’t the only man capable of making her hot.Her gaze combed the area, looking for a good candidate.One particular man caught her eye. He’d been swimming for the last hour, his caramel arms cutting through the water in languid strokes. But now he rose out of the surf resembling a naughty sea nymph, his strong legs leading up to deep blue board shorts. Dry, she guessed the swimming trunks were perfectly modest—but wet they molded to his thick muscled thighs and cupped his cock in a way that left very little to the imagination. And since Georgia’s imagination was better than the average wolf’s she bit back a groan and clenched her thighs tight.Yum.Pushing her sunglasses up to her hair, she licked her lips as her gaze traced the diamond bright droplets of water running down his hard chest. They sluiced down his body, aided by the tight ridges of muscles along his abdomen, tunneling down to what looked like one hell of a stocking stuffer.Merry Christmas to me.Yes, an island getaway was proving to be the perfect holiday treat.Her gaze meandered back up his chest and after making a brief note of thick smooth lips and tempting dimples, she made eye contact with her merman come to life.His eyes gleamed with interest and her lips turned up in her best come-hither smile. He took a step forward and then froze, his gaze focusing on something just over her left shoulder. Shaking his head he turned and continued walking down the beach.What the hell!She frowned at his retreating back. Admittedly she was no super model but, she’d never had a problem with luring men her way.A long shadow fell over her and it was her turn to freeze. Despite blocking out the sun, a heated scorch rippled down her body as the approaching shadow crept down her body. Her nipples pebbled to thick points, her pussy clenched and a slow growl worked its way up her throat. Only one thing made her body react this way and she’d deliberately left it back in Golden Valley. “Hello Gigi. Miss me?”End Excerpt