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Meet Jet...Otherworld Attendant. Warrior. Shade!

In my continuing spotlight on hot heroes of Asian descent. 

Meet Jet, the hero of my Otherworld Series' title, An Open Heart. 

Of course, in this image, he seems very real enough, touchable, tangible, and sexy as sin. 


A few interesting facts about Jet:

1. He's from Japan.
2. He's a former warrior.
3. He's a former Otherworld Attendant
4. He will do whatever he can to protect Felicia, even if that means leaving her forever.

Blurb: Jet, an Otherworld Attendant, pledged his life to fulfill his contract to serve the vampire Orion. A botched ritual turned Jet into a Shade, a soul that resides neither in this world nor the next.
Felicia's open heart once welcomed Jet without question, gifting him with unconditional love. He'd thought to hide his past -- and its dangers -- from her, to keep her safe. But even leaving her wasn't enough.The ache is still fresh when Jet returns to defend her against an enemy who threatens not only her life, but his, as well. Battling her heartache and fear, Felicia must decide if she can open her heart to Jet again. Her love is the only thing that will give him the strength to save them both.
You can purchase a copy of An Open Heart from Changeling Press, Amazon, or ARe.
Of course, Jet is the third hero in my urban paranormal and fantasy Otherworld Attendants series. Please check out the other titles in this series. Start with book one.
Book 1: AN OPEN LUREFour Angels from Fallen Angels ReviewReview: "RaeLynn Blue has written a story about second changes, and love being found when you least expect it. The characters are strong, and Zuri has a witty side that adds humor in just the right places. Jake's nature would not allow him bypass Zuri and the gift she had within. I loved the cat and mouse chase between the two lovers. An Open Lure left me smiling and content by the time the last word was read. Those who enjoy paranormal novels will take pleasure in this story."--Fallen Angel Reviews
Blurb: Zuri Hines is on the brink of beginning her new life, minus her ex-boyfriend. Yet when she ends up stranded in Oklahoma, she feels her plans starting to unravel. As a mysterious man publicly performs self-stimulating acts, but only if she watches, is she flirting with danger? Or entertaining an old fantasy? Jake Lysette has been in many women's beds and has devoured the sexual energy of even more since becoming an incubus. Yet when a freak blizzard leave him stranded in Oklahoma, will a shy, strong-willed woman be the key to satisfy his ravaging hunger for eternity?
Book 2: AN OPEN MELODY
Review: "Ms. Blue's secret society of governmental type organizations for paranormal beings and human assistants to help the paranormals blend in with society is fascinating. I liked the structuring that took place and the bits of information, which helped build interest as well as added to the characters' dimension. This story was intriguing and one I'm glad I had the chance to read." ---Romance Junkies
Blurb: Mardi Gras in New Orleans is full of fun, sex, and adventure, but trumpet player Tiffany Ladden's good time and trust left her homeless and stranded in the city's legendary French Quarter. Betrayed, abandoned, and weary, she plays on the street corner for tips, tunes more lively than her spirit. Ryan Coswell's father had been an Otherworld Attendant. Ryan had been one also, but having attended the needs of an incubus, Ryan never expected to become one himself. But he has, and his ravenous hunger is difficult to contain. He comes to New Orleans to feed and to continue his quest to find the one. The one woman whose energy, spirit, and desire can sustain him. When he hears a stirring melody, he can't stop himself from following it. Seduced by the trumpet's notes, Ryan is undone by the woman playing them. Now all he had to do was convince her to stay with him forever. Should be easy for an incubus.

Meet Zihao...Guardian, Protector. Dragon Shifter!

I'm writing the next story in my Dragon's Keep series. Of course, those who know me, completely understand my wild attraction to men of Asian descent. So, I'm inviting you to meet, Zihao. He's a guardian. 

He's the hero in my latest Dragon's Keep series. Last night, he sat down and talked to me for hours. I wrote nearly 4,000 words in his story just listening to him. 

A few thing that emerged about Zihao.

He's dedicated to protecting Sonya.
He's a fierce warrior and takes his duty very seriously.
He's a dragon shifter + of mating age=One hell of a story.


Of course, Zihao is just the latest edition to a long line of sexy dragon shifter heroes. If you haven't read my Dragon's Keep series, please grab copies today. Try Seadragon and Firebreather. 

 Second book in the series. 
4.2 Stars on Amazon.com.
"I loved Anika and Draco!!! A very short storyline, but creative, entertaining, erotica and a unsolved murder! Nice... Keep up the good writing!"


Blurb: There was something to be said for the expression fiery passions. From the moment Draco Watatsumi Lo Jin realized he'd go into the phase his people called dragon heat, he knew he'd be craving, needing, wanting one woman. Not just any woman. Anika Crews. When he was accused of acts that shamed his name, his brother, his kind, she'd stood by him, helped him. And in that time, he'd come to realize that there would be no sharing himself with any other female. No committing his existence to a mate unless it was her. He'd swim the seven seas if it meant he could have her in his arms. After all, he was a seadragon.



First book in the series. 
Blurb: For Angelina Brown, everything that couldn’t be proved with science was basically unnecessary; including love. Her outlook on the emotion was clinical, almost detached. That is until she found herself mated to one of the dragon shifters in a resident horde that she helped look after as an expert dragontologist. 

Ryuu had two issues. One, he needed to find a mate and fast. Two, he needed to solve a murder even faster. The first issue is taken care of when his mating to Angelina pretty much drops into his lap. But after an incident that leaves his confidence shaken, he begins to wonder, is the good doctor with him because of her heart’s curiosity or her brain’s? 

Stuck together through an unbreakable bond that is as old as time and just as strong; the pair finds themselves not only trying to figure out who their surprise arsonist is, but whether or not they should follow the lead of their emotions. 

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RaeLynn Blue titles for less than $1.00
One of my favorite stories is available for only .99. It's sweet and short, sexy and decadent. "Let Her Cake" is a delicious item for romance reader on your list.
Blurb: You lack a hunger for life.Kayla Witherspoon wasn't a fan of sweets nor was she a fan of the creepy ominous messages of ancient fortune tellers. Yet, her one visit with Madame Zee manages to change all of that. A single flat tire, a bakery and one gorgeous cake maker could be just the right combination to spark the appetite that Kayla's been missing...Grab a copy today from Amazon. 

Blurb: Enslaved by the elven leader, King Diniji, Tara longs for her freedom and an end to the needless stealing of human souls. She has an infatuation with Trace, the soul snatcher, and would love to satisfy her longing for the handsome elf and restore a genuine smile to his face. Better yet, maybe he will be the key to free her and restore the elf community to the way it was meant to be.
If you like your elves dark and dangerous, sexy and totally alpha, this story is for you.
Grab a copy from Amazon. 






These stories involving the world of the Cat's Meow are exciting and fantastic. Halo's Heart is one of my all time favorites from the series.
Second story in the Moonbeams & Stardust series: 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.
Grab a copy here.

Let a White Tiger Christmas warm up your cold, frigid nights...

Just in time for the holidays. A White Tiger Christmas is available for your reading pleasure. This story is guaranteed to warm you up on these frigid days. 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
Kento was so getting a stocking full of coal.                “He’s done. So over it.” She slung her purse over her shoulder and shoved her gloved hands into her pockets.“Come on, Zina. Let’s go back in.” Anika Lo Jin, nee Crews, called to her. She stood with her arms akimbo, her head tossed back at the direction of the blackened double doors leading in to The Rocketeer Bar. She wore her rainbow tree lights around her neck like a necklace and her black leather bomber lit up with colorful illumination. As the lead singer of The Sirens, she spent a lot of time with Kento, and knew him well. She also knew Zina from college and the two of them had gotten along very well. So when she discovered that Kento played in Anika’s band, the two of them became friends all over again.                At this time of night, Zina wanted more than the picturesque views presented by the tall buildings, holiday decorations and wintry mix midtown provided. The scent of baking bread from a local bakery, and cigarette smoke expelled from the cluster of smokers standing close to the curb made her cough. The wind kept at her, but she stopped paying it attention. Her heart had given its last gasp or attempt at love and Zina knew that no one would keep her attention like Kento Reynard. Ever.                Her libido grieved.                A few moments before her anger flared and caused her libido to shut up.                “No.” Zina heard its sharp tone and the bitterness it contained. The word could physically crumble it was so dry. Burnt, no doubt, by her complete and utter annoyance.                “Kento didn’t mean it. I’m sure. He’s just…”                “Just what? A douche! He’s linked hand in hand with the skinny ass brunette from Margo & Baker!” Zina lowered her volume at the curious glances from several pedestrians.  Inside her pockets, she forced her tight fists to unclutch.                 Anika sighed and rolled her eyes. “Zina…”                Zina tried to relax, but her mind wouldn’t move from the vision of Kento and that woman dancing all nice and close on the dance floor. Holiday spirit. Right. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”                “I know, but Kento really likes you...” Anika explained.                 Zina knew this already. Had known it the four long years she’d worked as an accountant for Tao Vineyard. They’d been coworkers long enough to recognize the chemistry they had, but he hadn’t closed the deal by asking her out. Something kept him from doing so, but she’d withdrawn from looking desperate. So they’d reached some professional impasse, and it bothered her. Now, tonight, this. She understood the job, but this—there was wooing a client, and then there was wooing a client. There had to be a line and damn it, Kento had danced his cute, sexy ass all over it. The back of Zina’s neck burned as she recalled the way the woman kept smiling, as if she danced on some national televised show as Kento whirled her around in his arms. The company Christmas party served to celebrate the holiday season, but also acted as an opportunity to acquire new clients. Apparently, Kento took the latter very seriously. After The Sirens’ set, the band members, Kento included, had come down to mix and mingle with the company employees. By day, Kento worked as an accountant, but at night played bass guitar for The Sirens.                “Z, let’s go back in, do our thing, and drink the tasty eggnog.” Anika crossed her arms and set her face to determined. “Please. It’s freakin’ cold out here.”                Cringing, Zina shook her head. “I’d like to take one for the team, but I, I wouldn’t be good company now.”                Anika sighed, her arms dropping in defeat. “Kento has no idea what he’s got there. Plus, my husband’s cute cousin is here from Alaska…”                 “True, but I’m not into dragon shifters.”“Fine, but come on. Let’s go enjoy our eggnog and some really cheesy Christmas music.” Anika grinned, turned, and started for the doors.                “Fine.” Zina didn’t like that their spiked eggnog sat on the table alone and not being consumed.                 She didn’t know how much she’d be able to actually choke down due in part to the issue she had with Kento grinding with his cougar on a leash.                 Zina, followed Anika to The Rocketeer’s urban chic black glossy doors. Once they went in, the gush of heat blew across her cold cheeks. The place had a swanky décor mixed with Southern Americana. An exotic flavor the label of barmade it sound seedier than it really looked.  The smooth scarlet and ivory decorum touched everything with its holiday themes. A lot of it would’ve come off as cheesy, but the collection of science fiction accents had a way of making it beautiful—almost eclectic. The swirl of fresh pine needles cuddled amongst the scents of nutmeg and oranges. Tucked in the corner of The Rocketeer Bar, a metallic Christmas tree shimmered and flickered with streams of rainbow lights and round ornaments. It leered to the left, mimicking that tower in Piza and threatened to topple to the floor. A murmur of conversations hummed just beneath the thundering of Cherry’s drum set. But then, it could’ve just been her attraction to Kento coloring her opinions. She’d spent so much time listening to The Sirens play and rehearse, The Rocketeer Bar was home base.                Anika touched her shoulder. “Z, just ignore him. Obviously, he’s working his angle and the sale. You do the same. Draco’s cousin is super cute and very smart.”                Zina nodded, but deep inside she knew that no one would be equal to Kento. Not that she didn’t like Anika’s attempts to hook her up with Draco’s cousin. Dragon shifters came with a whole host of other issues. Something about them turned her off, but to each his own. Besides, Kento’s fall of thick ash blonde hair, narrow dark brown eyes, and massive frame stirred every fiber of her person. He’d become so large in her life, fantasy and real, she couldn’t just erase him with a handsome dragon from Alaska.“I’m good.” Zina forced a smile. It felt tight. Must be what Botox felt like.                 Anika quirked an eyebrow.                “Look, it through me for a loop. I’m good now.”                 Anika huffed out an impatient sigh. “Okay. If you say, so…”                Zina followed Anika further into the booming thud of cheerful holiday music.She felt anything but.                “Ba humbug.”                Anika dissolved into laughter. “You may just get a unique present this holiday season. Don’t knock it. The last thing you want is a series of ghosts coming to visit you tonight, Scroogette.”                Zina smirked, peeling her coat off. She only wanted one visitor tonight, and despite all her bellyaching about how done she was with him, Kento wrapped in a scarlet bow and positioned in her bed would be a great gift indeed.
The EndGet a copy today at http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/white-tiger-christmas.html.

Wednesday Hump-The Mega Book Cometh

I'm a fan of all things large. Large coffee. Large beds. Large book series (my favorite is Stephen King's THE DARK TOWER). Still, it was a pleasant surprise when Torrid offered to put all three of my Humania stories into one mega volume. That's right. Three stories in one. BIG. BOOK. 

You know you want to add this to your collection of hot urban fantasy stories. My personal favorite is The Oynx Scion, but honestly, I love all three.

Check it out at http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torr...

But...

Here is an excerpt from one of the stories in the collection, DESIRE INTO GOLD, the first book. It received four stars from Romantic Times. 

“Turn it out, Frank,” growled Howie the Hand, as he racked the white and blue chips toward his overlapping gut. His sweat-stained shirt, rolled up to the shoulders, revealed pink slabs of upper arms that barely moved as his forearms did all the work. “You got to be the most unluckiest bastard human this side of Humania.”

Frank Miller just let it go. Roll off his shoulders as it were, because Howie the Hand may be a troll—that alone would have forced Frank to keep his mouth shut—but toss in the fact he was Kingston Jones’ bodyguard, well, that settled any debate over whether or not to reply.

“ Come on,” Howie waved a hand the size of a carriage tire. “Give me the rest of your chips…”

Frank swallowed the now gigantic-sized lump in his throat. He tried to move the emotional chunk down to its rightful place, but discovered his mouth had gone too dry to do so.

Larry the Licker glanced at him, his eyes round and without eyelids. He licked his right eye, dampening it with acid green salvia, and said, “You deaf?”

Frank, unable to utter any type of answer, shook his head. He stared at the empty spot in front of him on the table and pondered again how he could have gone through his entire savings within a mere three hours of Humania Hold ’Em.

He hastily looked around the table filled with goblins, trolls, and humans. There were only six of them, and Frank knew he’d definitely come out the worst. Had there been a fairy or pixie playing a game, he would have sworn he’d been cheated.

But with this crowd, he wasn’t going to argue.

Howie leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his even bigger midsection. Across the smoky wisps, he peered at Frank, his lips pressed into a fine line of complete irritation.

“ You ain’t got it, do you, human?” he sneered, barely moving his lips.

Unable to form any words, for the lump seemed to be the only thing barring Frank’s stomach contents from rushing in the wrong direction, he could only nod in fearful agreement.

The other players fell silent and the deafening quiet felt to Frank like he had entered a tomb—which didn’t bode well for him. He needed to do something—no, he needed to say something. If he was good at anything, it was talking.

“ Listen…” Frank stuttered, coughing to dislodge the cold rock of terror in his throat. “We can arrange something—right?”

Across the steamy, body odor-infested air, Howie’s egg-shaped face nodded slowly, his poofy lips breaking into a grin.

Frank shivered.

Weren’t grins supposed to comfort people? That sure wasn’t a look of friendship. Dragons must give unicorns that look before they attack them…

Without warning, just as Frank’s thought ended, Howie reached casually across the table and snatched a mountainous fistful of Frank’s tunic. He opened his mouth to protest, but already, Howie had lifted him into the air as he stood up.

Howie the Hand stood nearly eight feet tall—small by troll standards, but he was still growing.

Swinging like a horribly mistreated doll, Frank’s legs weren’t even close to the floor as they made their way through the throngs of thirsty, greed-chasing customers. The Slots of Fun Castle Casino patrons barely gave them a fleeting look as Howie dragged him from the darkly lit poker room and out onto the crowded casino floor, past security headquarters, which consisted of several more massive trolls with matching blue tee-shirts that read SECURITY in black, bold lettering, and on to see “The Man.”

Howie wasn’t gentle with Frank and he banged Frank into machines, poles, and patrons who weren’t watching where they were going. Frank howled in pain and Howie laughed.

Up the center staircase and to the top tier of the six-floor hotel and casino they went, with Frank’s mind whirling on how he’d get out of this fix and Howie mistreating him with each opportunity he received.

“ You don’t screw over Mister Jones,” Howie grunted, nearly out of breath, as he reached the top of the sixth floor landing. “You gonna get it from him.”

He dropped Frank unceremoniously to the red-carpeted floor with a thump.

Landing on his rear, Frank got slowly to his feet. His backside screamed in protest.

“ On the other side of that door is your worst nightmare,” Howie said, his voice booming in the rather small foyer in front of the office. He drew his index finger across his neck and pointed at Frank.

Frank didn’t need words to know what that meant.

Howie roared all the more in laughter at the expression on Frank’s face. “Serves you right, deadbeat!”

With that, he pressed the doorbell and within moments, a throaty voice asked, “What is it?”

“ Sorry to bother you, sir. But this guy here can’t pay his tab.” Howie jerked his thumb at Frank, as if the door could see him. “Thought you’d want to handle it.”

“ How much is he in for?” the voice asked calmly, with an undercurrent of hostility. “Be accurate.”

“ Four treasure chests full,” Howie said, the mocking tone draining from his voice and a fine thread of terror crept into his substantial facial features.

Silence.

Frank looked at Howie, but Howie’s eyes were on the two oak doors. His hands anxiously moved in circles. The massive being had hunched over as if anticipating the scolding to come.

Finally, a crackling sound and the voice spoke again.

“ Send—him—in.”

Although a command, the voice held the same calm tone that contained a lightening current of rage snuggled inside the comfy tenor.

“ Yes, sir!” Howie replied and ran off, back down the stairway—each step took four stairs at a time with ease.

“ What the heck am I going to do?” Frank asked aloud. His stomach rolled into a tight knot of protest. He swore to himself as he heard the voice beckon him to enter. Visions of his former glee as he traded chests of gold coins for pails of blue and white chips flickered to the forefront of his mind.

This was unlike any office Frank had ever seen. He didn’t really know what he expected to reside on the other side of the doors, but it surely wasn’t this. He walked through the foyer, with its creamy washed ceiling that contained round skylights the size of carriage wheels. Tones of red, black and ivory dominated the area, from the rugs to the accessories of vases, sofas and chairs.

There was no desk to speak of.

The space resembled a lounge, complete with a miniature bar, glass, stylish sofas and satin and silk fabrics all tossed together in Humania hip.

Seated beneath a life-sized painting of a nude nymph with sleek sea-green hair, sat none other than the legend himself, Kingston Jones.

Frank stopped abruptly, his mouth opened in surprise.

No wonder the voice was so smooth. Kingston Jones was like a force of nature. He didn’t have to shout, scream, or yell. He was just there, and things got done with quickness, speed, and respect, for he wore power like expensive cologne. Frank had seen photos, paintings, and magical spheres of him, but never did Frank expect to meet the man in person—an underling or manager, never “The Man.”

But nothing had gone as expected today.

“ Ah, you know, I do enjoy visitors,” Kingston said with a wide, sharklike grin. “I am Kingston Jones.”

“ Yes,” Frank said, swallowing loud and hard. “Yes, you are…”

“ You owe me gold—a lot of it,” Kingston said. He stood up, and his dress slacks, the color of fairy wings, fell unwrinkled into place. “I don’t like thieves, Mister…”

“ Miller.”

“ Miller,” Kingston said as he came around the coffee table, carefully avoiding knocking over an ivory vase that made Frank think of his wife’s rolls of chunky flesh.

“ What do you do, Mister Miller?”

Again that tone which suggested everything was fine. Frank knew it wasn’t. He’d better start talking and fast, or he wouldn’t make it out alive or worse, with his freedom.

“ I can explain, sir,” Frank rambled out with a flash. “I am a merchant…I sell Pixie Peppered Potions…”

This tidbit made Kingston grin—a genuine one. “Oh, not a good seller on the market. Though initially, I’m sure you made quite a bit of gold. A dietary supplement that melted away unwanted fat was its claim. Didn’t the Human Potions Agency issue a warning about Pixie Peppered Potion last month?”

Frank let out a slow breath of relief. He might make it out of here alive yet.

“ Yeah, it seems some humans came down with black measles or Pixie Pickin’ Pocks…”

Kingston interrupted with a chuckle. “I remember, yes. Ugly black pocks covered the entire body—everywhere. The effects were itching, burning, cracking and bleeding. The cure is a week’s worth of tomato baths…nasty business. Highly contagious disease…”

Frank’s head nodded so often as Kingston spoke, he thought it would fall off and roll across the perfect pale-red rug. The guy isn’t so bad after all. Surely he’d understand the situation Frank was in and perhaps even offer him a job. Witches knew he needed the work.

“ So you understand, sir, that my income’s been reduced. I-I came into the city to try to win some more gold to ensure my family’s survival.”

The warm and friendly smile on Kingston’s face drained away as if someone had turned off the cheeriness tap. Something beneath Kingston’s flawless brown skin twitched as if the very act of polite conversation required remarkable restraint.

“ No, I don’t understand,” Kingston replied coldly, his eyes burrowing into Frank’s. “I don’t understand why a merchant would gamble his last bit of gold, nor do I care. You owe me four chests full of expensive change, Mister Miller…”

“ Yes,” Frank said hastily. “And I plan to repay you. Can we set up some kind of loan? I am seeking employment, here in Humania…”

One look at Kingston’s face told Frank that a loan was out of the question.

Horror rode up Frank’s back, forcing him to shudder, for he’d heard stories from other merchants about doing business with Kingston. Cross him and many were found dead in the moat outside Humania, or worse—never found at all. As these images shot through his mind, Frank strained against the impulse to run. He had to use the only weapon he had—his mouth—to get out of here, for he had nothing else. Kingston would take his money out of Frank’s hide. Heck, he might even sell Frank off to one of the goblins as a human slave.

They were known to eat humans.

An image of the Larry the Licker wetting his eyeball caused Frank to dry heave and take in rapid breaths.

Kingston strolled over to his dark, wooden buffet where a fantastic sword, complete with an ebony handle, was displayed. Its silvery blade gleamed in the overhead lights. Kingston’s inky-black braid swung down his back as he lifted the instrument with all the love and care of a treasured artifact.

He whirled around with it in his hands. He held it up and turned it this way and that, admiring the workmanship and craft. “I received this after I defeated an ogre over in Olden Hills. He’d stolen a princess, and when I worked for the former king, he sent me, and me alone, to retrieve his daughter. As a gift, the elves of Graimere fashioned this for me. It will slice through anything…”

“ Sir, sir! Oh, but hear me out!” Frank shouted, his teeth chattering now in raw terror. “I-I can pay you back!”

Kingston laughed again—a casual, but cold sound as if he bit into something frozen. “I have heard many excuses, Mister Miller. What is yours? Say it quickly before I kill you.”

Frank’s mind whirled. He wanted to live. If Kingston had heard a lot of stories already, then Frank needed to come up with something he hadn’t yet.

Kingston crossed the distance between them with fluidity and grace. His caramel leather shoes fell in a hush as he crossed the carpet. It was much too quick for Frank’s taste. Without warning and with amazing strength, he snatched Frank’s head back and smiled down at him as Frank struggled not to fall backwards. The position caused Frank to collapse onto his knees, his back burned as Kingston pulled backward. Kingston held a fistful of Frank’s graying hair in his hand.

It was all so suave.

“ Say good night to your life, Mister Miller,” Kingston whispered, as he gazed down into Frank’s frightened eyes.

It was then that Frank Miller offered the only thing he had left to give…

His daughter.

“ Don’t! Please! My daughter is very beautiful, desirable!” Frank cried as tears spilled and leaked down his sallow cheeks.

Kingston said icily, “I have enough women…”

He raised the blade to Frank’s throat, and momentarily watched as a vein in Frank’s neck beat wildly in the blade’s reflection.

“ No! No! My—my daughter can spin desire into gold! You could reap all the gold you wanted…”

At this, Kingston removed the blade and forced Frank to stand. He dropped the sword to his side. With cool, dark eyes, Kingston glared at Frank as if trying to read him—to see if he told the truth.

“ That is an art that pleases me well if it bears truth. If your daughter is as seductive as you say, bring her to my office tomorrow so I may put her to the proof.”

“ Thank you! Oh, your nobleness knows no limits,” Frank said, bowing repeatedly while his heart sank into the pit of his stomach.

“ Do not thank me, Miller. For if she does not do as you say,” Kingston smirked, his eyes glistening like black beetles, “she will die in your place.”

New Release-SWING FOR THREE (Razr's Edge)

 Latest release from moi! This one is a HEATER! It's so hot, Razr's Edge Press, gave it the generic cover art. That's how smokin' this story is...
So, put on your fire retardant clothing and grab a big drink filled with ice and water because this one is going to make you sweat!
Blurb: Tonya and Kirby Cole's visit to the Circus promises to be fun and full of sensual exploration. Fulfilling her fantasy, Tonya wonders if taking something imagined and making it real would damage her relationship with Kirby. After all, not many men would willing invite another man into his marriage bed.
Kirby Cole loves his wife without question. Yet, fulfilling her fantasy of a ménage-a-trois is risky. He isn't one to leave anything to chance. When he and Tonya enter Circus, he has just the perfect arrangement ready for her.
One fantasy. One couple. One night. One chance to push their love to the limit.
Read an excerpt. Be warned. It is a sizzler. 

Updates and New (and a couple of older) Releases

 In the last few weeks, Mocha Memoirs Press has published some titles in print and has republished some of my former titles for your reading enjoyment.Today, I am super happy to announce that all three southwest themed stories, Speed Demon, Sand Storm, and Hot Summer Shimmer have been collected and published in a collection titled, SOUTHWEST HEAT.  It is available in both print and ebook format.  
Blurb: The Southwest United States is a region filled with enchantment, mystery, and a heat unlike any other. Bestselling romance author, RaeLynn Blue, takes you on three distinct journeys into the land of enchantment and through a region renowned for flavorful green chile, kick butt barbecue, and cultural distinctiveness.

This collection offers three tales of romance, southwest style. From a cop chasing down a hunky speedster on the back roads outside Albuquerque, to the strange trader selling Native American wares at a state park, SOUTHWEST HEAT conjures a rousing seduction that will leave you spellbound, breathless, and more than just a little heated.   The next title that has been re-released is Turbo Lift Love. This short romance is one of my favorites because it takes place on a spaceship. If you don't think sf romance is your type of thing, I encourage you to give this story a try. Get a copy here.
Blurb: Upon graduating from the cadet training academy, Janna Jameson’s career as a spaceship engineer had been bright, shiny, and full of
promise. Assigned to the galaxy-class spaceship, Sirius, she’s managed to incorrectly configure the rear thrusters, burn out the food replicas in
cafeteria six and manage to lose both her glove and her left boot—rookie mistakes, that Janna suspects aren’t. Nevertheless, she’s off to a rough start.Summoned to the captain’s meeting room for a meeting that has been weeks in the making, Janna swears her day can’t get much worse, until the turbo lift comes to a shuddering halt. Janna’s not simply trapped inside of a turbo lift; she’s trapped inside the turbo lift with the one man who excite her more than a brand new stunner array—Trent Taylor.
Years ago, newly promoted, junior commander, Trent Taylor, held back his love for Janna to allow her to pursue her career—a necessary choice that pained him. Finding himself locked inside a turbo lift with Janna, he’s going to take full advantage of his second chance. He wasn’t going to waste it. He hadn’t ever been wasteful. He wasn’t going to start today.

  The final title that has been re-released is A Love Reborn . A paranormal tale of a selkie and the woman who loves him is perhaps one of my top five all time creative stories, next to Soul's Kin. If you missed its release before, I invite you to try it again. This story is one of my most controversial ones too.

Get a copy here.


Blurb: On the isle of Aquatrion, there is a legend that speaks of the Sirens’ gift to those who drown at sea. Once one has been consumed by the waters, for his sacrifice, he will be turned into a selkie—both man and seal, to live amongst the sea, for his soul would forever be tied to both, that to which had been born, and to that which had died.

Kikomo mourns the death of her husband-in-waiting, Takumi. Lost saving her life during a storm at sea, Takumi’s body was swallowed up the roaring waves and choppy seas. A year later, Kikomo’s father demands she marry the local merchant, a fisherman and a man of great political power. Distressed, she flees her home to the sea. There she cries seven tears in to the sea. At once a selkie appears, and he bares a striking resemblance to Takumi…
 

Series Saturday Presents: Otherworld Attendants

Series Saturday Presents: Otherworld Attendants
Back some years ago, I fell in love--with demons. I read every reference book I could about them and discovered incubus. A sexual creature set the most exotic and erotic characteristics for a hero.

Hence Jake was born. As was the first Otherworld Attendants story, AN OPEN LURE.

The wonderful thing about this series is it's urban fantasy romance. It's similar to Kim Harrison's novels or other urban fantasy stories,but of course, with my own special wickedness thrown in.

Blurb: Zuri Hines is on the brink of beginning her new life, minus her ex-boyfriend. Yet when she ends up stranded in Oklahoma, she feels her plans starting to unravel. As a mysterious man publicly performs self-stimulating acts, but only if she watches, is she flirting with danger?

Or entertaining an old fantasy? Jake Lysette has been in many women’s beds and has devoured the sexual energy of even more since becoming an incubus.

Yet when a freak blizzard leave him stranded in Oklahoma, will a shy, strong-willed Black woman be the key to satisfy his ravaging hunger for eternity?

Grab a copy today of AN OPEN LURE.

Ryan stood out as a character in an AN OPEN LURE. So much so, I thought he needed his own story and thus, AN OPEN MELODY.

Blurb: Mardi Gras in New Orleans is full of fun, sex, and adventure, but trumpet player Tiffany Ladden's good time and trust left her homeless and stranded in the city's legendary French Quarter. Betrayed, abandoned, and weary, she plays on the street corner for tips, tunes more lively than her spirit. Ryan Coswell's father had been an Otherworld Attendant. Ryan had been one also, but having attended the needs of an incubus, Ryan never expected to become one himself. But he has, and his ravenous hunger is difficult to contain. He comes to New Orleans to feed and to continue his quest to find the one. The one woman whose energy, spirit, and desire can sustain him. When he hears a stirring melody, he can't stop himself from following it. Seduced by the trumpet's notes, Ryan is undone by the woman playing them. Now all he had to do was convince her to stay with him forever. Should be easy for an incubus.


Grab a copy of AN OPEN MELODY here.

Intrigued, I expanded the world of the Otherworld Attendants. The latest installment in the series, is called, An Open Heart. Just like my other stories, the hero is Asian, and the heroine fiesty. It's a seductive, fast-paced story involving an entirely new set of characters.
Blurb: Too good to be true... Felicia met the man of her dreams. And lost him. When she awakens one day to find Jet gone, her world comes crashing down.
Jet, an Otherworld Attendant, pledged his life to fulfill his contract to serve the vampire Orion. A botched ritual turned Jet into a Shade, a soul that resides neither in this world nor the next.

Felicia's open heart once welcomed Jet without question, gifting him with unconditional love. He'd thought to hide his past -- and its dangers -- from her, to keep her safe. But even leaving her wasn't enough.

The ache is still fresh when Jet returns to defend her against an enemy who threatens not only her life, but his, as well. Battling her heartache and fear, Felicia must decide if she can open her heart to Jet again. Her love is the only thing that will give him the strength to save them both.

Grab a copy of An Open Heart: An Otherworld Attendants story too.
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You can find all of my stories at Amazon and BN.com. Each story is a stand alone novella in the Otherworld Attendants universe.

Wednesday Hump Hotness-Divine Party by RaeLynn Blue

   Blurb: When your name is Dante Divine, people expect great things, and Dante wasn’t one to disappoint. The successful entrepreneur knew how to put on a show and help men and women alike explore their most decadent fantasies. So why, after hosting thousands of freak parties and coordinating hundreds of hookups and happily-ever-afters, was she single?

Kenshin Sato didn’t miss a Divine party. During the day, he enjoyed the competitive world of finance. But after five o’clock, he distanced himself from the traditional and stringent reality of his accountant’s life and disappeared into the realm of delicious fantasy where pleasure pulled him ever closer to the edge.

When Dante Divine, tells him she’s done with freak parties, he knows he has to act, for, it wasn’t the parties that kept him coming back, it was her. Party after party, he’d witnessed life extinguish her flame, but tonight he meant to relight Dante’s flame once and for all.

Purchase Link: http://beautifultroublepublishing.com/genres/divine-party-ebook.html


Excerpt: Sweating and panting with excitement, Kenshin reached the tenth floor. Only a few doors lined the hall. Dante’s scent lingered and he hurried to catch her. Already at her suite’s door, she seemed lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to the sound of him walking quickly behind her. She opened the door and stepped into the suite. Running, he managed to slip inside the closing door.

Dante whirled around and attacked. “Hiya!”
He saw her karate chop and blocked it. But she didn’t stop. She came at him with whirling arms and punches.
How the hell does she do that in heels?
Kenshin fell to the floor. “Ow! Ow!”
Dante stopped. “Kenshin!”
He smiled up at her. “Hi.”
Groaning, she offered her hand. “I thought you knew kung fu.”
At that moment, he grabbed her, and brought her down to the carpeted floor with him. He rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. Bringing his face close to hers, he confessed, “I do. But I don’t fight girls.”
“Girl?” Dante quirked an eyebrow.
“Woman.”
“I don’t know why you’re here or how you got by Ren and Rob…”
He kissed her cheek. “You are an attractive woman.”
She broke into laughter. “So you said.”
“I’m not here for sex…”
“Really…”
She sighed.
“You turn me on, but I meant what I said. I mean to make you mine—not just sexually, but emotionally too.”
Dante sobered. “You’re serious.”
“Can’t you tell?”
With that he leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, claiming the kiss she’d teased him with all night. Sweetness and a hint of spearmint were on Dante’s tongue and they quickly became flavors in his mouth. Beneath him, Dante’s pelvis rotated, grinding against him. He released her wrists and broke the kiss. It took all of his self-control. He released her and got to his feet.
Dante sat up, rubbing her lips. “What just happened?”
“I wouldn’t want you to think I was just here for sex.” Kenshin’s cock jutted against the fabric of his trousers as if contradicting his words. It resembled a tent pole, and he saw Dante’s eyes go to it. “Don’t worry. It’ll go away soon.”
But not as long as I’m this close to you.
Dante stood up and straightened her blouse. Breathless, she reached into her hair and removed the pins. Loose, sexy curls fell to her shoulders. She placed her diamond-decorated hairpins on the coffee table. Her eyes remained on him, moving up from his erection to his face.
“Tell me again why you’re here, Kenshin. The sushi?”

The End

Series Saturday Presents: Native Hearts Series

Series Saturday Presents: Native Hearts


My time spent in the enchanted state of New Mexico forever changed my outlook. Of course, like most things, New Mexico influenced my writing and often appears as setting. Navajo people are generous, kind, and family oriented. Perfect qualities for my heroes, and Tank Begaye became a fantastic one in Lasso a Lover, the first story in my Native Hearts series.

Blurb: Lee Stone's regular trips to Las Vegas had always been her escapes from her boring life. The biggest draw was the handsome man who wore the cowboy costume at Dante's annual freak party. She didn't know his name, but Lee knew she wanted more of what they’d started a year before. With her sexy cowgirl outfit, she definitely wanted to lasso that lover.



Tank Begaye's annual visit to Las Vegas had all the ordinary hallmarks of business travel—clients to meet, document signings, a slick hotel room, and one cowgirl to see. Over a year ago, Tank enjoyed all the SINs Vegas had to offer—especially at Dante's costumed freak party. Unlike the year before, however, this time Tank would not go home empty handed. This year, he was going to lasso a lover. Grab a copy here.

I enjoyed Lee and Tank so much, that I went back to visit them, to check in--so to speak, for Valentine's Day, in Heart-Shaped Hogan.

Blurb: Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack. For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.


Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his wife. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.

You can get a copy of this story for less than $2.00, here.

Lee Stone first makes an appearence in Cashmere Sky, which is included in the anthology, Something Deeper.

Blurb: Sky had been badly burned by a disastrous marriage. Her ex-husband's brutal words left her battered and broken in places the scars didn't show. The last thing in world she had time for was some young boy toy, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Cashmere was hooked from the moment he first saw her. What did it matter how old she was, or what color he was? All he knew was there was something very special about the woman he couldn't get out of his head.


Sometimes love comes calling and its apparent, on the surface, up front and in your face. Sometimes its Something Deeper.
You can grab copies of all three titles at Amazon.com, BN.com, and ARe.