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April 15, 2015
A Demon���s Gift by Jocelyn Dex – SALE!
Thanks for having me here today!
A Demon���s Gift is an erotic paranormal romance with a little Christmas flair. It was originally published as part of the Hot Holiday Treats Anthology which was only available for a short time.
This version has expanded scenes and an extended ending.��It features a fun cast of characters including:��a cocky sex demon, a tough female demon hunter in training, and others. Check out the blurb and excerpt below and if it sounds good to you, I hope you���ll give it a read.
A Demon���s Gift by Jocelyn Dex
Blurb
Cordelia is a demon hunter in training. Passing her final test will allow her the freedom to celebrate her first Christmas, but one demon stands in her way. As much as she tries to fight it, to convince herself he repulses her, her body comes alive, betraying her, each time he���s near.
Argoth, a sex demon, is locked in a cell, used as a punching bag for the demon hunter trainees. The only thing he looks forward to is his training sessions with Cordelia. The first time her fist connects with his face, he knows she���s different and that he has to have her, to save her, to make her his.
When Argoth���s truth turns Cordelia���s world upside down, will she give in to her desires or run for her life?
Excerpt
A throaty, sexy chuckle reached her ears. Her skin instantly heated, prickled. Damn it. The cells were soundproof, but somehow the guards or Bix always managed to leave his intercom on when she was in the room. She whipped around and glared at him through the thick glass enclosure which served as his prison. ���Shut up, demon.���
His lips turned down in an exaggerated frown. ���I couldn���t help myself. Your childish gesture amused me. And how many times do I have to ask you to call me by my name? Say it with me���Argoth.���
It was his fault. The reason she had to keep proving her fighting skills, the reason she hadn���t made certification, the reason she was stuck down there every damn day. She���d learned to somewhat resist the manipulation of several of the others she���d been pitted against but not his. Amused him, did she? Well, let him be amused. He might be her weakness, but she knew his weakness too.
She sauntered over to his cell and slowly pulled her sweaty tank top over her head, exposing her fight-toned stomach. His eyes darkened as they travelled slowly up and down her body before finally settling on her breasts that were clad in only a thin sports bra.
He was a sex demon and had been denied all but self-release since being captured and locked up three months earlier. Denying a sex demon sex was like denying a crack addict crack���except the sex was actually good for the demon.
Her gaze dropped to his crotch and she gulped at the unmistakable bulge there. That damn sexy chuckle floated through the intercom again.
���Don���t play games you can���t control, Delia.���
���I���m in perfect control. You���re the one locked up. And don���t call me that.���
���Yes, I can see your perfect control. I���m certain it could cut through this glass and free me. Think of what we could do if you freed me���Delia.���
She followed his gaze to her chest where her painfully hard nipples peeked through the fabric of the sports bra. His voice dulled her good sense and images of what they could do floated through her mind before she regained control and snapped out of it. Goddamn it.
���Whatever. At least I get to go home, shower and find a lover.��� She pressed her breasts against the glass, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. ���When he���s deep inside me, fucking me to ecstasy, I���ll think of you.��� She blew him a kiss. He growled, real anger contorting his handsome face. ���Oh wait. No I won���t.��� She flicked his intercom off and flipped him the finger before leaving the room.
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About Jocelyn
Jocelyn was born in Iowa and currently resides in hot-as-hell Texas. She shares her home with her very own 6’4″ alpha male and varying numbers of spoiled cats and dogs. Teaching one of her dogs to file his nails is one of her all-time favorite accomplishments.
She thinks dragonflies are awesome, spiders are creepy and it���s rumored that she sleeps with a machete by her bed in case zombies attack in the middle of the night.
Jocelyn’s writes paranormal and contemporary romances that include humor, lust, love, and four-letter words on the way to a Happily-Ever-After.
Here���s where you can find Jocelyn on the web
Website * Facebook * Twitter * Blog * Goodreads
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Jocelyn Dex, Paranormal Romance, Sale, Sex Demon, Sexy Demons
April 14, 2015
Five Smoke Free Years
I can’t believe it’s been five whole years since I’ve had a cigarette! People are going to start thinking I’m a serious non-smoker or something. Terrible.
Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: I Miss It Every Single Day, Lisa Fox, Smoke Free, Smoking
April 13, 2015
National Library Week!
Celebrate National Library Week, April 12-18, 2015!
First sponsored in 1958, National Library Week is a national observance sponsored by the American Library Association (ALA) and libraries across the country each April. It is a time to celebrate the contributions of our nation’s libraries and librarians and to promote library use and support. All types of libraries – school, public, academic and special – participate.
Filed under: Holiday Tagged: Books, Libraries are the best thing ever, National Library Week, Reading
April 12, 2015
Must Write More Words…
I am failing Camp NaNoWriMo so badly it’s embarrassing. I need to get some words in today. Like ten thousand of them…
Filed under: Writing Tagged: Camp NaNoWriMo, Lisa Fox, Writing
April 11, 2015
Saturday Video – French and Saunders – Misery
This is so ridiculously awesome I can’t even handle it.
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Awesomeness, French and Saunders, Misery, Writing
April 10, 2015
April 9, 2015
I’m SO Behind in Camp NaNoWriMo!
So, it’s Day 9 of Camp NaNoWriMo and I only have about 5k of the 40k I projected for the month. I’m about seven thousand words behind. I’m just trying to tell myself that at least I’m putting up some new words, if not as many as I would like. That’s something, right?
Right????
Filed under: Writing Tagged: Camp NaNoWriMo, Coffee, How Will I Ever Catch Up?, Lisa Fox, Writing
April 8, 2015
Out Now ��� The River���s Embrace by A. Silenus
The River���s Embrace by A. Silenus
Blurb:
With her blond tresses and blue eyes, London fabric retailer Margery ���Margie��� Tull is used to being admired. When she���s hired to decorate a riverside manor house though, she suspects ulterior motives.
Lord of the manor Percival Winstanley reveals a long ago love triangle leading to death and the bewitching of his son and heir Stephen. Margie���s cousin Shyan is supposed to protect her. But he���s lured away by Winstanley���s cougarish housekeeper, Mrs. DePlessey, leaving Margie in the dubious care of servant Kern.
Unsure whom to trust, Margie turns first to artist Raphael Watts, also working at the house. Meanwhile Stephen hovers in the background trying to draw her attention to a cottage across the river. Somehow the women who live there are a portent of Margie���s fate. If only Stephen can convince her of what lies in store Margie can give new hope to the manor and its heir.
Buy links:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-rivers-embrace-a-silenus/1121310221?ean=2940151486682
Excerpt:
Margie crept from the hall to the library and back again. It was the strangest thing how people either were not there when they were wanted or were breathing down your neck and scaring you out of your skin. There seemed no middle way in this house.
She would have to go upstairs. It was the obvious place to look. She started climbing steps, feeling like an intruder and unsure how she would explain why she was snooping around the house if she did find someone. A snigger told her she was on the right track. Tiptoeing across the landing and down a passage way, she homed in on the intertwined voices, Shyan���s wisecracks and Mrs. DePlessey���s purrs of appreciation.
Through the gap between an open bedroom door and the jamb, Margie watched unobserved. Shyan was standing on a foot stool wearing only underwear. Evidently measuring requirements had reached the upper thigh. A crouching Mrs. DePlessey���s glistening nails trailed a tape over the city boy���s pale flanks. Shyan���s muscles tensed as her fingers neared the straining material of his briefs.
���Am I tickling?��� The question was made to sound guileless, like a dentist asking ���Am I hurting you?���
���Well a bit,��� Shyan said. ���But it don���t bother me.���
I���ll bet it doesn���t, Margie thought. She was so mad at him. Had he forgotten why he had come? Not to dally with the housekeeper, that���s for sure.
The waistband was the next number on Mrs. DePlessey���s list, and as her arms circumnavigated Shyan���s midriff with the tape measure she could not refrain from rubbing the bangles on her wrists against his bare skin. The metal must have been cold, because Shyan jumped slightly at the touch.
���Oh, I am sorry. Did I do that?���
You calculating bitch, Margie wanted to shriek. She���d seen better acting on the soaps.
But there was nothing simulated about Shyan���s reaction once the tape made contact at the base of his spine. Margie didn���t have to see below his waistband to know his self-control was on the edge. It wouldn���t take much to unbalance him.
All it did take was another move in Mrs. DePlessey���s repertoire of suggestive contact. As her breasts prodded his stomach, ostensibly so she could complete the tape loop, Shyan���s hands descended onto her shoulders. Then the tape was forgotten as her lips came up to meet his. Her clasping arms steadied him on the wobbling stool. They moved to the bed in an uncoordinated tango, and toppled into a grinding embrace. Shyan tackled the buttons on her blouse. His hand groped for the bra clip at her back. He suckled on an inflamed turret of a nipple, with a gusto equal to Ainsworth���s effort during Margie���s previous spying escapade. Then the couple���s hands met and, steered by one or the other���or both���glided in unison down the crevasse between their bodies until they disappeared inside Shyan���s briefs.
Margie was mesmerized. Exasperated as she was by her cousin���s easy compliance, she couldn���t help being fascinated by this mesh of desires. That was why it was so startling when Mrs. DePlessey rolled Shyan to one side and, with a light kiss on the lips, told him, ���We must save this.���
Shyan gaped and attempted to insert a hand between her closed thighs.
���For what?��� he asked.
She smiled, not in the provocative way Margie half expected, but rather as if Shyan hadn���t understood.
���In time,��� she said. ���In time.���
Author Bio:
Silenus spent his early years in southern England and now lives in Arizona. He writes in various genres under different names. His erotica-oriented material includes three self-published sets of short stories, Fiends That Go Boink, which has otherworldly themes, Obsessions and Two Men And A Woman In A Boat.
Other stories have been published in anthologies, ezines and magazines, including Afternoon Delight (Cleis), The MILF Anthology (Blue Moon), Wicked Pleasures (Ravenous Romance), and Forum magazine in the UK.
For more about Silenus and his work, please go to his blog: Basic Writes: http://asilenus.blogspot.com/
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: A. Silenus, Erotic Contemporary Romance, Romance, The River���s Embrace
April 7, 2015
National Beer Day
Happy National Beer Day everyone! Cheers!
Filed under: Holiday Tagged: Beer, Cowboy, National Beer Day, Sexy Men
