Robin Badillo's Blog, page 34
July 22, 2011
Bidding a fond farewell...
...to this week's guest spotlight author, Missy Martine.
She isn't leaving without one last great hoorah, so let's not drag this out any longer, I can't handle the suspense...
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Anna can't believe how much the woman in the picture looks like her. They could be twins, except the picture was taken in 1871. Either she's a relative, or Anna had a past life in Hamilton, Nevada. Either way, the temptation to visit the old ghost town is too much. She and her friend Kat travel west.While off exploring on her own, Anna is knocked unconscious when she falls down the steps in the saloon. She can hardly believe her eyes when she wakes.Beau and Zeke won the Silver Rush Saloon in a poker game and have been partners and secret lovers for over ten years. They don't know what to make of the woman they found half-dressed in their cellar. She claims to know something terrible that's about to happen to their town and needs their help.Will Anna be able to win their love and trust before it's too late? Adult Excerpt:Work-roughened palms with long, tapering fingers roughly untied the rope at her waist and yanked the loose pants down her thighs. She groaned and let her fingers slide through Zeke's hair when he nuzzled her mound over the satiny cloth of her thong. "Darlin', you've got some of the strangest drawers I've ever seen. There's practically nothing to 'em." He ran his thumb over the silky nub of her panties eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.Beau pulled her hand away, forcing her arms back as he unfastened and pulled off her shirt. She became pliant as he kissed every inch of the skin he exposed, his hand sliding down her back to rest on the swell of her ass. She could feel him tugging on the elastic of her thong. "I wanna see you, Anna.""Yeah, me too." Zeke slid the tiny scrap of material down her legs letting his fingers run through her feminine curls. "You're so silky here.""Let me see." Beau's hand snaked around her hip, his fingers skimming over her pussy lips. "Damn, she's sopping wet."Zeke reached between her legs to brush a fingertip across the hood of her throbbing clit. "I can't wait any longer, Beau." He dropped to his knees and rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb. Leaning close, he replaced his hand with his mouth and ran his tongue up the slit of her wet pussy."No!" Anna cried out when Beau pulled her away from the fiery pleasure of Zeke's mouth."Patience, Anna. We just need to get a little more comfortable." He scooped her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Now we can all get down to business."Anna watched the two men quickly strip off their clothes. Their chiseled, work-roughened features causing the breath to catch in her throat. Both men sported impressive erections, and both were already leaking pre-cum. She swallowed hard. "What about protection?"Beau gave her a wink as he climbed onto the bed. "Don't worry, honey. We'll make sure to pull out in time. We won't be leaving you with a babe."Anna forced herself to concentrate as Zeke snuggled close on her other side. "No, that's not what I mean. You can't get me pregnant, at least not right now."Zeke placed a hand on her chin and forced her gaze up to his. "I'm so sorry, Anna. You can't have children?""No, I mean yes, I probably can. I just wouldn't be able to get pregnant for a few months. I just had my Depo shot before we left on vacation." She sighed at the puzzled frowns on their faces. "It's an injection the doctor gives me a few times a year that keeps me from getting pregnant. That way I get to decide when I want to have a baby.""Guess we don't have to ask if you've been with a man before." Beau smoothed the hair away from her face."Well, yes, I've had a couple of relationships with men." She watched their faces carefully. "Does that make a difference?""Absolutely not!""No, honey, not at all."Anna giggled. "I'm glad it doesn't bother you.""If you can't conceive a child, then why were you asking about protection?" Zeke moved over and settled between her spread thighs.His warm breath on her stomach made it difficult for Anna to voice her thoughts. "I meant condoms, you know, for disease." She took a deep breath. "Not that I'm sick or anything, I mean I'm clean and I'm sure you are, too, but it always pays to be careful." She could feel herself flushing as she rambled on."What are you—""I know what she's talking about." Beau ran his hand through Zeke's hair. "I read about 'em. Some kind of little coverings men could use to catch their seed so they didn't spill into their woman's body.""I never heard of such a thing." Zeke leaned close and blew gently on her spread pussy. "As far as I know there's nothing like that around here."Anna groaned and closed her eyes as she brushed her hand along the bristly roughness of his unshaven beard. She could feel the muffled heat of his breath flicker across her abdomen. "I guess it'll have to be okay then." She lost the ability to talk when Zeke stroked her clit with his thumb, his fingers working their way inside her. She began to pant as he rubbed gentle circles around the tiny nub."You're so beautiful." Beau kissed her eyelids softly, his hand caressing across the skin of her chest. His lips roamed over to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck while his fingers teased the sensitive tip of her breast, making maddeningly slow circles around the peak. He pinched and kneaded each nipple in turn before lifting her breast in his hand. He circled her nipple with his tongue just before he sucked it deep inside his mouth."Spread your legs wider," Zeke ordered. He settled his upper body even lower between her spread thighs and licked her from bottom to top. "God, you taste like sweet honey." He laved her most intimate places with his hot tongue, stroking down her slit and back up, swirling around her pulsing clit.Anna groaned harshly when Beau's thumb circled her nipple, torturing it into a hard bud before sucking it deep into his mouth. She couldn't stop a moan from escaping when she felt the sharp nip of his teeth on her tender flesh.Zeke opened her folds with his fingers and began to lick her clit in earnest while he penetrated her sheath with his fingers. He plucked and teased her swollen nub, slipping his thick index finger in and out before tracing her cleft again."Oh, God," she cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress as an orgasm washed through her senses.Zeke threw a hand across her abdomen, holding her still as he lapped and sucked until the last wave of pleasure receded.
Website - www.missymartine.com Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000107833768Twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/Missy_Martine
Anna Doubles DownBuy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/anna-doubles-down
She isn't leaving without one last great hoorah, so let's not drag this out any longer, I can't handle the suspense...
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Anna can't believe how much the woman in the picture looks like her. They could be twins, except the picture was taken in 1871. Either she's a relative, or Anna had a past life in Hamilton, Nevada. Either way, the temptation to visit the old ghost town is too much. She and her friend Kat travel west.While off exploring on her own, Anna is knocked unconscious when she falls down the steps in the saloon. She can hardly believe her eyes when she wakes.Beau and Zeke won the Silver Rush Saloon in a poker game and have been partners and secret lovers for over ten years. They don't know what to make of the woman they found half-dressed in their cellar. She claims to know something terrible that's about to happen to their town and needs their help.Will Anna be able to win their love and trust before it's too late? Adult Excerpt:Work-roughened palms with long, tapering fingers roughly untied the rope at her waist and yanked the loose pants down her thighs. She groaned and let her fingers slide through Zeke's hair when he nuzzled her mound over the satiny cloth of her thong. "Darlin', you've got some of the strangest drawers I've ever seen. There's practically nothing to 'em." He ran his thumb over the silky nub of her panties eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.Beau pulled her hand away, forcing her arms back as he unfastened and pulled off her shirt. She became pliant as he kissed every inch of the skin he exposed, his hand sliding down her back to rest on the swell of her ass. She could feel him tugging on the elastic of her thong. "I wanna see you, Anna.""Yeah, me too." Zeke slid the tiny scrap of material down her legs letting his fingers run through her feminine curls. "You're so silky here.""Let me see." Beau's hand snaked around her hip, his fingers skimming over her pussy lips. "Damn, she's sopping wet."Zeke reached between her legs to brush a fingertip across the hood of her throbbing clit. "I can't wait any longer, Beau." He dropped to his knees and rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb. Leaning close, he replaced his hand with his mouth and ran his tongue up the slit of her wet pussy."No!" Anna cried out when Beau pulled her away from the fiery pleasure of Zeke's mouth."Patience, Anna. We just need to get a little more comfortable." He scooped her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Now we can all get down to business."Anna watched the two men quickly strip off their clothes. Their chiseled, work-roughened features causing the breath to catch in her throat. Both men sported impressive erections, and both were already leaking pre-cum. She swallowed hard. "What about protection?"Beau gave her a wink as he climbed onto the bed. "Don't worry, honey. We'll make sure to pull out in time. We won't be leaving you with a babe."Anna forced herself to concentrate as Zeke snuggled close on her other side. "No, that's not what I mean. You can't get me pregnant, at least not right now."Zeke placed a hand on her chin and forced her gaze up to his. "I'm so sorry, Anna. You can't have children?""No, I mean yes, I probably can. I just wouldn't be able to get pregnant for a few months. I just had my Depo shot before we left on vacation." She sighed at the puzzled frowns on their faces. "It's an injection the doctor gives me a few times a year that keeps me from getting pregnant. That way I get to decide when I want to have a baby.""Guess we don't have to ask if you've been with a man before." Beau smoothed the hair away from her face."Well, yes, I've had a couple of relationships with men." She watched their faces carefully. "Does that make a difference?""Absolutely not!""No, honey, not at all."Anna giggled. "I'm glad it doesn't bother you.""If you can't conceive a child, then why were you asking about protection?" Zeke moved over and settled between her spread thighs.His warm breath on her stomach made it difficult for Anna to voice her thoughts. "I meant condoms, you know, for disease." She took a deep breath. "Not that I'm sick or anything, I mean I'm clean and I'm sure you are, too, but it always pays to be careful." She could feel herself flushing as she rambled on."What are you—""I know what she's talking about." Beau ran his hand through Zeke's hair. "I read about 'em. Some kind of little coverings men could use to catch their seed so they didn't spill into their woman's body.""I never heard of such a thing." Zeke leaned close and blew gently on her spread pussy. "As far as I know there's nothing like that around here."Anna groaned and closed her eyes as she brushed her hand along the bristly roughness of his unshaven beard. She could feel the muffled heat of his breath flicker across her abdomen. "I guess it'll have to be okay then." She lost the ability to talk when Zeke stroked her clit with his thumb, his fingers working their way inside her. She began to pant as he rubbed gentle circles around the tiny nub."You're so beautiful." Beau kissed her eyelids softly, his hand caressing across the skin of her chest. His lips roamed over to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck while his fingers teased the sensitive tip of her breast, making maddeningly slow circles around the peak. He pinched and kneaded each nipple in turn before lifting her breast in his hand. He circled her nipple with his tongue just before he sucked it deep inside his mouth."Spread your legs wider," Zeke ordered. He settled his upper body even lower between her spread thighs and licked her from bottom to top. "God, you taste like sweet honey." He laved her most intimate places with his hot tongue, stroking down her slit and back up, swirling around her pulsing clit.Anna groaned harshly when Beau's thumb circled her nipple, torturing it into a hard bud before sucking it deep into his mouth. She couldn't stop a moan from escaping when she felt the sharp nip of his teeth on her tender flesh.Zeke opened her folds with his fingers and began to lick her clit in earnest while he penetrated her sheath with his fingers. He plucked and teased her swollen nub, slipping his thick index finger in and out before tracing her cleft again."Oh, God," she cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress as an orgasm washed through her senses.Zeke threw a hand across her abdomen, holding her still as he lapped and sucked until the last wave of pleasure receded.
Website - www.missymartine.com Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000107833768Twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/Missy_Martine
Anna Doubles DownBuy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/anna-doubles-down
July 20, 2011
Welcome Missy Martine!!
The party is still rocking with spotlight guest author Missy Martine. Help me welcome her back and take a look at another of her great books.
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Cass Abernathy is forty-three and she's getting a second chance at life, and maybe even love. She's finally divorced, after years of abuse, when she learns an unknown uncle in Oregon has left her his estate, and more importantly, his house. Filled with hope for her future and excited to have a place of her own, Cass heads west not knowing what she'll find.What she finds are hot and sexy twin brothers intent on making her a part of their lives. It's too bad they're so much younger because they bring out feelings she's never had before.Meanwhile, there's someone else interested in Cass' inheritance, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure he wins.Will Cass overcome her fears and open her heart to the two men who love her, and will she discover the truth about her inheritance before it's too late?
ADULT EXCERPT:Matt couldn't wait a moment longer. He had to taste her. Hooking his fingers into the side strings of her thong, he slowly pulled them down. Lifting his body slightly, he continued to pull until her last remaining piece of clothing slipped past her feet. He settled his body back between her legs and felt her tremble as he ran his fingers through the dark curls protecting her sex.I wonder if she'd let us shave her, Matt thought as he played with her damp curls.Carefully, he ran his finger down the length of her slit feeling the moisture that gathered there. Using both his thumbs, he gently spread open her labia. Using his tongue, he traced her weeping slit, stopping to softly flick at her clit. This brought another surge of cream pouring from her. Matt began to lap it up like a man dying of thirst. He smiled when Cass pressed her hips upward, toward his invading tongue.* * * *David gently plucked and rolled Cass's nipple while he watched his brother slide her thong down her smooth, silky thighs. He didn't think it possible, but he felt his cock harden even more when he got his first glimpse of that little bit of heaven between her legs. The dampness seeping through the curly hair glistened in the light from the fire. He wanted desperately to be able to taste her essence, and for just a moment he envied his brother's position between her thighs.As he watched, Matt's head lowered and his tongue swiped up and down her moist slit. A gasp, followed quickly by a moan had David's gaze moving to Cass's face. She looked so beautiful in her passion. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her bottom lip was caught between her dainty white teeth. As he watched, she pushed her hips toward David's mouth and gripped her hands tightly in the quilt they were laying on.He looked down to where his hand fondled her breast and knew he had to taste her creamy skin. Leaning over, David vigorously sucked one pink-tipped breast while massaging the other with his fingers. Carefully, he brought his teeth down and captured one erect nipple, gently tugging it away from Cass's body. When she pushed her breasts toward the suction of his mouth, he repeated the bite on her other nipple. He felt Cass's hands grip his shoulders tightly and he raised his head. He found himself staring into her passion glazed eyes. David took her hand and placed it between his legs, over his erection. He felt her small hand close around the throbbing hardness. It took all his control to keep from thrusting into her grip."Cass, I want so much to feel your warm mouth on me, darlin'. I want to see those sweet lips locked around the head of my cock. Is that something you can do for me, honey?"He watched as she lowered her gaze before she answered. "I want to feel you and taste you, David. I want to give you what you want, but you should know something first." Cass took a deep breath before she continued and looked into his eyes. "I'm not very good at it, so you might not enjoy it as much as you'd hoped."Trailing his hand across the top of her head and down to her cheek, David gently kissed Cass's lips. "Honey, who told you that you're no good at this?" He took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit gently, then ran his tongue over the area to soothe it. "He lied to you. Darlin', you're so sexy, I'm about to burst here. Surely, you can feel how hard I am, how much I want you. You couldn't disappoint me if you tried."Matt raised his head from between her thighs. "He's right baby, you've made me so damn hot. I want you so much. I can barely wait to sink my cock into this wet, tight pussy. It's gonna feel so good I may never want to leave."David barked out a short laugh. "Too bad bro, cause I'm damn sure getting my turn to learn the taste of this beautiful woman." He turned back to look down into Cass's eyes and was amazed at the depth of emotion he found there. He watched as she raised a hand to his face and caressed his jaw."I want to try this, David, because I really want to make you feel as good. Oh…" Cass closed her eyes and groaned.David glanced down and saw that Matt had buried his head between her legs once again. Chuckling, he quickly shed his sweat pants. He settled himself above Cass's shoulder and slowly turned her head to face him.Don't Miss The Sequel - Catch Her When She Falls
Table for Three - Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/table-for-threeWebsite - www.missymartine.comFacebook - http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000107833768Twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/Missy_Martine
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Cass Abernathy is forty-three and she's getting a second chance at life, and maybe even love. She's finally divorced, after years of abuse, when she learns an unknown uncle in Oregon has left her his estate, and more importantly, his house. Filled with hope for her future and excited to have a place of her own, Cass heads west not knowing what she'll find.What she finds are hot and sexy twin brothers intent on making her a part of their lives. It's too bad they're so much younger because they bring out feelings she's never had before.Meanwhile, there's someone else interested in Cass' inheritance, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure he wins.Will Cass overcome her fears and open her heart to the two men who love her, and will she discover the truth about her inheritance before it's too late?
ADULT EXCERPT:Matt couldn't wait a moment longer. He had to taste her. Hooking his fingers into the side strings of her thong, he slowly pulled them down. Lifting his body slightly, he continued to pull until her last remaining piece of clothing slipped past her feet. He settled his body back between her legs and felt her tremble as he ran his fingers through the dark curls protecting her sex.I wonder if she'd let us shave her, Matt thought as he played with her damp curls.Carefully, he ran his finger down the length of her slit feeling the moisture that gathered there. Using both his thumbs, he gently spread open her labia. Using his tongue, he traced her weeping slit, stopping to softly flick at her clit. This brought another surge of cream pouring from her. Matt began to lap it up like a man dying of thirst. He smiled when Cass pressed her hips upward, toward his invading tongue.* * * *David gently plucked and rolled Cass's nipple while he watched his brother slide her thong down her smooth, silky thighs. He didn't think it possible, but he felt his cock harden even more when he got his first glimpse of that little bit of heaven between her legs. The dampness seeping through the curly hair glistened in the light from the fire. He wanted desperately to be able to taste her essence, and for just a moment he envied his brother's position between her thighs.As he watched, Matt's head lowered and his tongue swiped up and down her moist slit. A gasp, followed quickly by a moan had David's gaze moving to Cass's face. She looked so beautiful in her passion. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her bottom lip was caught between her dainty white teeth. As he watched, she pushed her hips toward David's mouth and gripped her hands tightly in the quilt they were laying on.He looked down to where his hand fondled her breast and knew he had to taste her creamy skin. Leaning over, David vigorously sucked one pink-tipped breast while massaging the other with his fingers. Carefully, he brought his teeth down and captured one erect nipple, gently tugging it away from Cass's body. When she pushed her breasts toward the suction of his mouth, he repeated the bite on her other nipple. He felt Cass's hands grip his shoulders tightly and he raised his head. He found himself staring into her passion glazed eyes. David took her hand and placed it between his legs, over his erection. He felt her small hand close around the throbbing hardness. It took all his control to keep from thrusting into her grip."Cass, I want so much to feel your warm mouth on me, darlin'. I want to see those sweet lips locked around the head of my cock. Is that something you can do for me, honey?"He watched as she lowered her gaze before she answered. "I want to feel you and taste you, David. I want to give you what you want, but you should know something first." Cass took a deep breath before she continued and looked into his eyes. "I'm not very good at it, so you might not enjoy it as much as you'd hoped."Trailing his hand across the top of her head and down to her cheek, David gently kissed Cass's lips. "Honey, who told you that you're no good at this?" He took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit gently, then ran his tongue over the area to soothe it. "He lied to you. Darlin', you're so sexy, I'm about to burst here. Surely, you can feel how hard I am, how much I want you. You couldn't disappoint me if you tried."Matt raised his head from between her thighs. "He's right baby, you've made me so damn hot. I want you so much. I can barely wait to sink my cock into this wet, tight pussy. It's gonna feel so good I may never want to leave."David barked out a short laugh. "Too bad bro, cause I'm damn sure getting my turn to learn the taste of this beautiful woman." He turned back to look down into Cass's eyes and was amazed at the depth of emotion he found there. He watched as she raised a hand to his face and caressed his jaw."I want to try this, David, because I really want to make you feel as good. Oh…" Cass closed her eyes and groaned.David glanced down and saw that Matt had buried his head between her legs once again. Chuckling, he quickly shed his sweat pants. He settled himself above Cass's shoulder and slowly turned her head to face him.Don't Miss The Sequel - Catch Her When She Falls
Table for Three - Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/table-for-threeWebsite - www.missymartine.comFacebook - http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000107833768Twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/Missy_Martine
July 18, 2011
Welcome Missy Martine!!
Please help me welcome author, Missy Martine!! This week she'll be sharing tasty tidbits from three of her delicious novels. She's in luck, because around here, we certainly have healthy appetites!! I'm not very big on patience, so let's dig right in!!!
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Determined to make a new life for herself, Maddie Bowers travels to her late grandfather's cabin in Wyoming. When she was a little girl, she was first introduced to her grandfather's wolf and is delighted to find the wolf still living in the nearby woods, and that the wolf remembers her.Remus has known Maddie was his mate since she was young. But a tragic accident and a cruel doctor kept them apart. Now that she is back, it's up to him to help her control her secret abilities and accept the truth about her heritage.The love between Maddie and Remus will be threatened by a jealous woman and Maddie's brother's partnership with the evil doctor that kept her confined for so many years. Can Maddie and Remus realize their destiny before it's too late?
ADULT EXCERPT:Remus ran his tongue around the edge of her lips, then buried his face in her neck. He inhaled her scent deeply, then reached out to lick up the side of her neck to her ear. "You're so beautiful Maddie."Remus whispered his words and then covered her lips with his once more, immediately thrusting his tongue into her honeyed warmth. As he ravaged her mouth, he allowed his hand to run lightly up her side from her waist to close over her left breast. His arousal grew when he heard Maddie gasp and felt her grip him tighter instead of pushing him away.It was all the encouragement he needed to let his hand attack the buttons down the front of her shirt. In no time at all, he parted the material and uncovered her lace bra. Softly, he rubbed his fingers over the tips of her breasts through the lace, watching them push against the fabric of her bra. Hearing her groan, he quickly unfastened the front clasp, baring her perfect breasts to his gaze. Raising his head, he swept his eyes over the small, rose-tipped mounds, noticing the flush that spread from her chest up to her cheeks. Holding her gaze captive, he gently tugged and pinched one of her nipples. Fascinated, Remus watched her eyes close and her head fall back. He lowered his head, took one hardened nipple into his warm mouth, and began to suckle.As his lips closed over her nipple, Maddie suddenly tried to push him away."Remus, we can't. We're out where anybody could see us. You have to stop."She raised her hands to cover her breasts as he pulled back to look at her.Remus smelled her anxiety and tried to reassure her. "Shhh, baby, it's okay. I won't hurt you or let anybody see you. I just want to look at you and show you how much I want you. You're so beautiful to me, Maddie. I promise I won't go further than you want me to. Let me touch you, let me show you how good we can be."As Remus continued to reassure her in a gentle tone of voice, Maddie began to relax and allowed him to move her hands back to her sides. Once again, he lowered his mouth to worship her breasts. She closed her eyes and seemed lost in the sensation of the warm, gentle suction of his mouth. She raised her arms to his shoulders and arched her back as if to offer him more of her breast to take into his mouth. When he closed his teeth over one turgid nipple, Maddie groaned deep in her throat and clasped his head with both hands, holding him in place. Chuckling softly, he raised his hand to her other nipple and began to gently pinch and tug the rigid tip, causing Maddie to writhe on the ground beneath him."Remus, please. I need…I need." He knew she didn't know what she needed or what to ask him for.Remus continued to suck and bite Maddie's nipples while his other hand smoothed down over her stomach, past the waistband of her jeans, to cup her heat through the denim. As he pushed down hard on her clit with the heel of his hand, Maddie bucked her hips up and called out his name."Remus, oh God, please."She reached down and grabbed his wrist, but he wasn't sure if she wanted to push him away or push his hand tighter against her damp jeans."Shhh, it's okay. I'd never hurt you, Maddie, and I won't do anything you don't want me to. I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me do that? Will you let me show you how much I want you?"As he whispered to Maddie, she gradually loosened her grip on his wrist, grabbing both his arms and digging in her nails.Remus closed his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue deep in an imitation of what he wanted to do to her body. He moved his hand to the fastening of her jeans, unsnapped the waist, and then slowly lowered her zipper. Not giving her time to panic, he quickly ran his hand down inside her lace panties, combing through the silken curls guarding her entrance, searching for her moist heat. Finding her slit already slick with her juices, he carefully ran his finger up and down, causing her body to tense up.Maddie trembled and tried to close her legs against his hand. Once again, she raised her hands to push against his chest."Remus, stop, what are you doing?" Her voice was thick with passion as she struggled to pull away from his caressing hand."Just making you feel good, Maddie. Please, baby, just feel. I won't hurt you."As he whispered to her, Remus buried his face in the hollow of her throat, where he licked her skin several times, then began sucking gently. In his mind, he could picture himself biting her there to claim her as his own. Just thinking about it had his canines dropping. He slowly scraped them across her tender skin and then forced them to retreat so he wouldn't frighten her.Gradually, he began to feel Maddie relax her body. Her legs parted slightly, allowing him to continue probing her creamy heat."Oh, God, you feel so good to me, so very hot."Remus brought his moist finger to the bundle of nerves hidden at the top of her slit. Carefully, he pulled back the protective hood and then rubbed gentle circles around her clit, causing Maddie to arch her hips toward him. As her breathing quickened, Remus took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and tugged, then pinched lightly, causing her to cry out his name.
Discovering Her Wolfen Heritage
A Wolfen Heritage 1 http://www.bookstrand.com/discovering-her-wolfen-heritage
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Determined to make a new life for herself, Maddie Bowers travels to her late grandfather's cabin in Wyoming. When she was a little girl, she was first introduced to her grandfather's wolf and is delighted to find the wolf still living in the nearby woods, and that the wolf remembers her.Remus has known Maddie was his mate since she was young. But a tragic accident and a cruel doctor kept them apart. Now that she is back, it's up to him to help her control her secret abilities and accept the truth about her heritage.The love between Maddie and Remus will be threatened by a jealous woman and Maddie's brother's partnership with the evil doctor that kept her confined for so many years. Can Maddie and Remus realize their destiny before it's too late?
ADULT EXCERPT:Remus ran his tongue around the edge of her lips, then buried his face in her neck. He inhaled her scent deeply, then reached out to lick up the side of her neck to her ear. "You're so beautiful Maddie."Remus whispered his words and then covered her lips with his once more, immediately thrusting his tongue into her honeyed warmth. As he ravaged her mouth, he allowed his hand to run lightly up her side from her waist to close over her left breast. His arousal grew when he heard Maddie gasp and felt her grip him tighter instead of pushing him away.It was all the encouragement he needed to let his hand attack the buttons down the front of her shirt. In no time at all, he parted the material and uncovered her lace bra. Softly, he rubbed his fingers over the tips of her breasts through the lace, watching them push against the fabric of her bra. Hearing her groan, he quickly unfastened the front clasp, baring her perfect breasts to his gaze. Raising his head, he swept his eyes over the small, rose-tipped mounds, noticing the flush that spread from her chest up to her cheeks. Holding her gaze captive, he gently tugged and pinched one of her nipples. Fascinated, Remus watched her eyes close and her head fall back. He lowered his head, took one hardened nipple into his warm mouth, and began to suckle.As his lips closed over her nipple, Maddie suddenly tried to push him away."Remus, we can't. We're out where anybody could see us. You have to stop."She raised her hands to cover her breasts as he pulled back to look at her.Remus smelled her anxiety and tried to reassure her. "Shhh, baby, it's okay. I won't hurt you or let anybody see you. I just want to look at you and show you how much I want you. You're so beautiful to me, Maddie. I promise I won't go further than you want me to. Let me touch you, let me show you how good we can be."As Remus continued to reassure her in a gentle tone of voice, Maddie began to relax and allowed him to move her hands back to her sides. Once again, he lowered his mouth to worship her breasts. She closed her eyes and seemed lost in the sensation of the warm, gentle suction of his mouth. She raised her arms to his shoulders and arched her back as if to offer him more of her breast to take into his mouth. When he closed his teeth over one turgid nipple, Maddie groaned deep in her throat and clasped his head with both hands, holding him in place. Chuckling softly, he raised his hand to her other nipple and began to gently pinch and tug the rigid tip, causing Maddie to writhe on the ground beneath him."Remus, please. I need…I need." He knew she didn't know what she needed or what to ask him for.Remus continued to suck and bite Maddie's nipples while his other hand smoothed down over her stomach, past the waistband of her jeans, to cup her heat through the denim. As he pushed down hard on her clit with the heel of his hand, Maddie bucked her hips up and called out his name."Remus, oh God, please."She reached down and grabbed his wrist, but he wasn't sure if she wanted to push him away or push his hand tighter against her damp jeans."Shhh, it's okay. I'd never hurt you, Maddie, and I won't do anything you don't want me to. I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me do that? Will you let me show you how much I want you?"As he whispered to Maddie, she gradually loosened her grip on his wrist, grabbing both his arms and digging in her nails.Remus closed his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue deep in an imitation of what he wanted to do to her body. He moved his hand to the fastening of her jeans, unsnapped the waist, and then slowly lowered her zipper. Not giving her time to panic, he quickly ran his hand down inside her lace panties, combing through the silken curls guarding her entrance, searching for her moist heat. Finding her slit already slick with her juices, he carefully ran his finger up and down, causing her body to tense up.Maddie trembled and tried to close her legs against his hand. Once again, she raised her hands to push against his chest."Remus, stop, what are you doing?" Her voice was thick with passion as she struggled to pull away from his caressing hand."Just making you feel good, Maddie. Please, baby, just feel. I won't hurt you."As he whispered to her, Remus buried his face in the hollow of her throat, where he licked her skin several times, then began sucking gently. In his mind, he could picture himself biting her there to claim her as his own. Just thinking about it had his canines dropping. He slowly scraped them across her tender skin and then forced them to retreat so he wouldn't frighten her.Gradually, he began to feel Maddie relax her body. Her legs parted slightly, allowing him to continue probing her creamy heat."Oh, God, you feel so good to me, so very hot."Remus brought his moist finger to the bundle of nerves hidden at the top of her slit. Carefully, he pulled back the protective hood and then rubbed gentle circles around her clit, causing Maddie to arch her hips toward him. As her breathing quickened, Remus took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and tugged, then pinched lightly, causing her to cry out his name.
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July 17, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday #1
I've never played along with this sexy game, but today, I'm taking the leap. Enjoy my 1st installment of Six Sentence Sunday!
Taken from book #3 in my Blood Hunter trilogy: "The Return"
#1 Spreading her fingers through his thick blond hair, she pulled on the ends, tilting his head back.
#2 The devious grin he sported when he slightly skimmed her shaved seam with the tip of his hardened tongue, caused flutters of butterflies to swarm in her stomach.
#3 "Stop playing around," she growled.
#4 He jerked her to him, nose to nose, lifting her much smaller frame from the floor.
#5 The way her body molded to his, he could feel every vibration of her enthralled response as her velvety walls engulfed him, drawing him in deeper and clenching tightly around him with each stroke.
#6 His throbbing erection was inevitable and the way she looked up at him as she glided the cloth up and down the length of him, stirred a need within him so intense, he thought he would lose himself right there.
Have a Great Sunday!!!
Taken from book #3 in my Blood Hunter trilogy: "The Return"
#1 Spreading her fingers through his thick blond hair, she pulled on the ends, tilting his head back.
#2 The devious grin he sported when he slightly skimmed her shaved seam with the tip of his hardened tongue, caused flutters of butterflies to swarm in her stomach.
#3 "Stop playing around," she growled.
#4 He jerked her to him, nose to nose, lifting her much smaller frame from the floor.
#5 The way her body molded to his, he could feel every vibration of her enthralled response as her velvety walls engulfed him, drawing him in deeper and clenching tightly around him with each stroke.
#6 His throbbing erection was inevitable and the way she looked up at him as she glided the cloth up and down the length of him, stirred a need within him so intense, he thought he would lose himself right there.
Have a Great Sunday!!!
July 15, 2011
Happy Release Day
Blood Hunter ~ The Return released today and let me just say...it's been one hell of a ride. I'm pleased with the end result and I hope readers have fallen in love with each of these characters as much as I have.
When a writer first creates a character, it's absolutely amazing how they become a part of our lives. As a reader, we love getting to know a hero or heroine, but when those characters coming from your own mind, move and entertain someone else, there is no other feeling like it.
I stand corrected. I could compare it to sharing baby pictures of your children of grandchildren, sure whoever sees them will be just as delighted with your babies are you are. That feeling is about as close as I can get to an accurate analogy.
The Return was difficult because it involved combining the characters from books #1 and #2, and tying up past story-lines by bringing them all together in one central place with one final adventure.
Of course, when you put characters from two different stories together, you never know what new relationships may develop.
This excerpt is between two supporting characters, but as you may see, they might have a story of their own to tell...
Meet Jacobe and Mena...
EXCERPT:
"Is there some particular reason you find it necessary to follow me everywhere I go?" Mena tramped along the edge of the river bank in a heated tizzy. "I mean just how far do I have to go to get away?"
"That all depends. Are you running from me or yourself?"Mena stopped and glared at the tall, unbelievably handsome yet infuriating vampire that had rubbed her wrong ever since she first laid eyes on him. The last thing she wanted or needed was to deal with some pig-headed vampire with a hero complex. "Jacobe, seriously, give it up. I'm too damn old for this crap.""You're right about that. You should have outgrown childish tantrums a century ago."Mena narrowed her gaze as anger burned through her stomach like a wildfire. "Piss off."Jacobe laughed and shook his head. "I'm surprised your face doesn't turn as red as your hair when you get this mad.""I'm warning you. Just leave me the hell alone.""What are you going to do? Kill me for caring?"She eyed him up and down. Why was he doing this? "Stop.""No.""If you don't I'll—I'll…""You'll what, Mena?"Mena's gut twisted. In one fluid movement, her fangs jutted down and her vision sharpened. Her anger released the vampire within and she lunged for Jacobe. In mid-swing, Jacobe deflected the blow, grabbed her arm, pinned it behind her back and leaned over her shoulder. "You can come at me all day. You're out of shape and not fit to fight a vampire equal to your standing," he hissed in her ear. "Let go of me," she growled, struggling to break his hold. Jacobe wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. "Not until you understand."Mena fought the urge to cry as tears stung her eyes. His breath cascaded across her neck, sending ripple after ripple of chills across her skin. Her body trembled and she hated that he could feel her reacting to his touch. Why won't he just leave me alone? "Understand what?""Understand that you aren't the bitch you try to make yourself out to be and that you won't burst into flames if you show who you really are."His words danced across her mind, tempting her with the thought of relenting, just for once in her miserable existence. If only she could be vulnerable. If only she could allow herself to show compassion or Lord forbid, weakness. It had been nearly a century since she last allowed herself the pleasure of feeling something other than resentment and anger. Seeing Jason across the room that night at the Bacchanalia, revealed more about him than his Mardi Gras mask hid, and was the last time in her life she recalled feeling anything at all. God help her, she loved him once. Now, he hated her as much as she hated herself. "Jacobe," she whispered. "Some things are better off broken." He tightened his grip. "I've been broken before, and trust me, it's not worth the effort to hide it."
"Being broken for a short time is one thing. Being broken since the beginning is something totally different." Mena pressed the back of her head against his chest. His scent infiltrated her nostrils, inciting feelings she hadn't had in far too long. Her stomach muscles loosened and a wave of nausea sloshed against her sides.
His lips grazed her neck and her chest began to heave as she struggled to breath. Heat pooled between her legs. An erotic thrill engulfed her flesh and she lowered her arm. She eased her free hand back and felt the breadth of the man behind her. His thighs, flexed taut and his hold stiffened as he reinforced his stance. "Please?""Beg all you want, I'm not releasing you, Mena."
DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A COMMENT FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A COPY OF ANY OF THE THREE INSTALLMENTS OF THE BLOOD HUNTER TRILOGY.
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When a writer first creates a character, it's absolutely amazing how they become a part of our lives. As a reader, we love getting to know a hero or heroine, but when those characters coming from your own mind, move and entertain someone else, there is no other feeling like it.
I stand corrected. I could compare it to sharing baby pictures of your children of grandchildren, sure whoever sees them will be just as delighted with your babies are you are. That feeling is about as close as I can get to an accurate analogy.
The Return was difficult because it involved combining the characters from books #1 and #2, and tying up past story-lines by bringing them all together in one central place with one final adventure.
Of course, when you put characters from two different stories together, you never know what new relationships may develop.
This excerpt is between two supporting characters, but as you may see, they might have a story of their own to tell...Meet Jacobe and Mena...
EXCERPT:
"Is there some particular reason you find it necessary to follow me everywhere I go?" Mena tramped along the edge of the river bank in a heated tizzy. "I mean just how far do I have to go to get away?"
"That all depends. Are you running from me or yourself?"Mena stopped and glared at the tall, unbelievably handsome yet infuriating vampire that had rubbed her wrong ever since she first laid eyes on him. The last thing she wanted or needed was to deal with some pig-headed vampire with a hero complex. "Jacobe, seriously, give it up. I'm too damn old for this crap.""You're right about that. You should have outgrown childish tantrums a century ago."Mena narrowed her gaze as anger burned through her stomach like a wildfire. "Piss off."Jacobe laughed and shook his head. "I'm surprised your face doesn't turn as red as your hair when you get this mad.""I'm warning you. Just leave me the hell alone.""What are you going to do? Kill me for caring?"She eyed him up and down. Why was he doing this? "Stop.""No.""If you don't I'll—I'll…""You'll what, Mena?"Mena's gut twisted. In one fluid movement, her fangs jutted down and her vision sharpened. Her anger released the vampire within and she lunged for Jacobe. In mid-swing, Jacobe deflected the blow, grabbed her arm, pinned it behind her back and leaned over her shoulder. "You can come at me all day. You're out of shape and not fit to fight a vampire equal to your standing," he hissed in her ear. "Let go of me," she growled, struggling to break his hold. Jacobe wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. "Not until you understand."Mena fought the urge to cry as tears stung her eyes. His breath cascaded across her neck, sending ripple after ripple of chills across her skin. Her body trembled and she hated that he could feel her reacting to his touch. Why won't he just leave me alone? "Understand what?""Understand that you aren't the bitch you try to make yourself out to be and that you won't burst into flames if you show who you really are."His words danced across her mind, tempting her with the thought of relenting, just for once in her miserable existence. If only she could be vulnerable. If only she could allow herself to show compassion or Lord forbid, weakness. It had been nearly a century since she last allowed herself the pleasure of feeling something other than resentment and anger. Seeing Jason across the room that night at the Bacchanalia, revealed more about him than his Mardi Gras mask hid, and was the last time in her life she recalled feeling anything at all. God help her, she loved him once. Now, he hated her as much as she hated herself. "Jacobe," she whispered. "Some things are better off broken." He tightened his grip. "I've been broken before, and trust me, it's not worth the effort to hide it."
"Being broken for a short time is one thing. Being broken since the beginning is something totally different." Mena pressed the back of her head against his chest. His scent infiltrated her nostrils, inciting feelings she hadn't had in far too long. Her stomach muscles loosened and a wave of nausea sloshed against her sides.
His lips grazed her neck and her chest began to heave as she struggled to breath. Heat pooled between her legs. An erotic thrill engulfed her flesh and she lowered her arm. She eased her free hand back and felt the breadth of the man behind her. His thighs, flexed taut and his hold stiffened as he reinforced his stance. "Please?""Beg all you want, I'm not releasing you, Mena."
DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A COMMENT FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A COPY OF ANY OF THE THREE INSTALLMENTS OF THE BLOOD HUNTER TRILOGY.
THE RETURN , Available NOW AT http://www.extasybooks.com
TO SEE MORE OF MY NOVELS, CHECK OUT THE NEW PAGES HERE ONSEALED WITH A KISSOR VISIT MY WEBSITE...http://www.robinbadillo.com
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July 11, 2011
Come hell or high water....
...Blood Hunter ~ The Return should still release this Friday, July 15th.
I really hope it does because my birthday is next week!! =^-^=
Whether it goes live this week or has to keep us in suspense until August 1st, I'm still up for sharing sneak peeks... we've waited long enough as it is...right?
So let's get this show on the road, shall we?
[image error] Raven Prince, a vampire, and Thorne Abbott, her human lover, have endured secrets, lies and even murder. The only task remaining is for Thorne to become a vampire as well. Eternity never looked so good.
***Haunted by the shame of deserting his first true love, Jason Craft, became a hunter of his own kind. Brought together on a mission of revenge, he found sanctuary in the arms of Jazmine Fabré and together they uncovered a startling truth.***Jason, now an enemy of the Vampire Lord for whom he'd been employed, sets out to save the coven he's been commissioned to terminate, which leads straight to the woman he left behind thirty years before, Raven Prince. Will fate lead them to where they were meant to be? Or will evil forces destroy them all? Sometimes the only way to get something right is to go back to where it all went wrong.
The following scene is between Jason and Jazmine, the hero and heroine from book #2, The Betrayal... yep, they join Raven and Thorne for an explosive reunion in book #3! Fun, huh??
EXCERPT:He had, in fact, let Raven go, but Jazmine? That was a different story. He wouldn't make the mistake again of bowing down to anyone, not even his creator, Mena, and certainly not her ruthless sire, Bruin Duerr. Jazmine, he would die for. He scanned her body, taking note of the way her thigh high leather boots hugged her legs and how soft ivory flesh peeked out from under the hem of her short, black skirt. She rarely wore skirts, but when she did, every ounce of her sensual femininity seeped from her every pore. "If you don't get to the hotel in the next five minutes, I just may have to force you to pull over."Jazmine's attention snapped back to him. "Why? What's wrong?" Her brow pinched with worry. "I need to see you in those boots and nothing else, kitten." He offered a cocky grin as his jeans tightened from his uncontrollable desires. Jazmine arched her left brow, the corner of her mouth tugged tight and a devious grin followed suite. Tires skidded across gravel as she slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. "You'll have to catch me first."Before Jason could unfasten his seatbelt, the driver's side door slammed shut. She was gone. "I love it when she plays dirty," he growled as he exited the SUV and bounded toward the forest just beyond the road's shoulder. Playful laughter echoed through the night, bouncing from one redwood tree to another as he hurried through the woods in search of Jazmine."You're getting warmer," she sang out from the dark.Jason slowed his pace. "When I find you, and trust me, I will find you, you're gonna be in real trouble, kitten."
LOOK FOR IT, JULY 15TH AT http://www.extasybooks.com
TO SEE MORE OF MY NOVELS, CHECK OUT THE NEW PAGES HERE ONSEALED WITH A KISSOR VISIT MY WEBSITE...http://www.robinbadillo.com
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I really hope it does because my birthday is next week!! =^-^=
Whether it goes live this week or has to keep us in suspense until August 1st, I'm still up for sharing sneak peeks... we've waited long enough as it is...right?
So let's get this show on the road, shall we?
[image error] Raven Prince, a vampire, and Thorne Abbott, her human lover, have endured secrets, lies and even murder. The only task remaining is for Thorne to become a vampire as well. Eternity never looked so good.
***Haunted by the shame of deserting his first true love, Jason Craft, became a hunter of his own kind. Brought together on a mission of revenge, he found sanctuary in the arms of Jazmine Fabré and together they uncovered a startling truth.***Jason, now an enemy of the Vampire Lord for whom he'd been employed, sets out to save the coven he's been commissioned to terminate, which leads straight to the woman he left behind thirty years before, Raven Prince. Will fate lead them to where they were meant to be? Or will evil forces destroy them all? Sometimes the only way to get something right is to go back to where it all went wrong.
The following scene is between Jason and Jazmine, the hero and heroine from book #2, The Betrayal... yep, they join Raven and Thorne for an explosive reunion in book #3! Fun, huh??
EXCERPT:He had, in fact, let Raven go, but Jazmine? That was a different story. He wouldn't make the mistake again of bowing down to anyone, not even his creator, Mena, and certainly not her ruthless sire, Bruin Duerr. Jazmine, he would die for. He scanned her body, taking note of the way her thigh high leather boots hugged her legs and how soft ivory flesh peeked out from under the hem of her short, black skirt. She rarely wore skirts, but when she did, every ounce of her sensual femininity seeped from her every pore. "If you don't get to the hotel in the next five minutes, I just may have to force you to pull over."Jazmine's attention snapped back to him. "Why? What's wrong?" Her brow pinched with worry. "I need to see you in those boots and nothing else, kitten." He offered a cocky grin as his jeans tightened from his uncontrollable desires. Jazmine arched her left brow, the corner of her mouth tugged tight and a devious grin followed suite. Tires skidded across gravel as she slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. "You'll have to catch me first."Before Jason could unfasten his seatbelt, the driver's side door slammed shut. She was gone. "I love it when she plays dirty," he growled as he exited the SUV and bounded toward the forest just beyond the road's shoulder. Playful laughter echoed through the night, bouncing from one redwood tree to another as he hurried through the woods in search of Jazmine."You're getting warmer," she sang out from the dark.Jason slowed his pace. "When I find you, and trust me, I will find you, you're gonna be in real trouble, kitten."
LOOK FOR IT, JULY 15TH AT http://www.extasybooks.com
TO SEE MORE OF MY NOVELS, CHECK OUT THE NEW PAGES HERE ONSEALED WITH A KISSOR VISIT MY WEBSITE...http://www.robinbadillo.com
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TWITTER: http://www.twitter.com/#!/Robin_Badillo
July 8, 2011
Blood Hunter ~ The Return Release!!!
Hello my darlings!!
I rarely have an opportunity to do this anymore considering "Sealed with a Kiss" is usually booked solid with author spotlights, but this week, I made sure I had dibs!!As my loyal readers and fans may know, the third installment of my Blood Hunter trilogy will release this Friday, July 15th.This trilogy is near and dear. I found my "voice" while writing this series and in my opinion this was the turning point for my career as a writer. My first trilogy, Journey of the Damned, will forever be the one that changed my life, but, Blood Hunter is the one that has set the pace for who I am going to be! That being said, here is a little look back at books #1 and #2, and then a sneak peek at book #3, The Return !!Enjoy....
The BeginningFor thirty years, Raven Prince has lived just fine with no mate and no hassles. The carefree vampire, happy to be the odd-girl-out in a small, close-knit coven, lusts for one thing and one thing only—human blood. The more handsome the snack, the happier she is. Thorne Abbott, on the other hand, only has a taste for the blood of the vampire that savagely murdered his father eleven years before. The determined human won't rest until that craving is satisfied, even if it means getting himself killed in the process. A sexy game of pool in a small town bar throws a wrench in both of their plans and ignites a flame so hot, neither could have extinguished even if they wanted to. The hunter and the hunted battle with themselves and each other as passion, love and a quest for truth sends them on a deadly mission that's sure to either destroy them…or set them free. Can lovers from different worlds manage to see past their differences, or are there good reasons why the two species should never unite? Will it be friend or foe that goes bump in the night?When loving your enemy comes with a price so steep, you have to bet your heart just to stay in the game.
The BetrayalJason Craft is a vampire on a mission. Destroy the last of the rogue vampires he's been enlisted to hunt and he'll be released from a century old vow made to his creator. Freedom from his obligation was so close he could taste it. He'd lost everything he held dear, but his life would soon be his own once again.
Jazmine Fabré has spent the last fifteen years caring for her adopted younger brother, a vampire with autism, who was attacked and turned by her very own sire. All she wants is justice on his behalf and as fate would have it, Jazmine's sire is next on Jason's hit list. Thrown together on a mission to hunt him down, they find more than they bargained for on their quest… they find each other. As the hunt heats up, they soon discover how hard it is to take down an enemy when they don't know who it really is. Will hidden secrets and betrayal destroy them before they have a chance start a life? Or were their lives fated for separate paths all along? Hunting can be a dangerous sport when the prey has all the ammunition.
AND NOW FOR THE FINAL INSTALLMENT~ BLOOD HUNTER-THE RETURN~
[image error] Raven Prince, a vampire, and Thorne Abbott, her human lover, have endured secrets, lies and even murder. The only task remaining is for Thorne to become a vampire as well. Eternity never looked so good.
*** Haunted by the shame of deserting his first true love, Jason Craft, became a hunter of his own kind. Brought together on a mission of revenge, he found sanctuary in the arms of Jazmine Fabré and together they uncovered a startling truth.*** Jason, now an enemy of the Vampire Lord for whom he'd been employed, sets out to save the coven he's been commissioned to terminate, which leads straight to the woman he left behind thirty years before, Raven Prince.
Will fate lead them to where they were meant to be? Or will evil forces destroy them all?
Sometimes the only way to get something right is to go back to where it all went wrong.
EXCERPT:
Her stomach fluttered, hearing the sound of his car engine rev as he pulled up the long drive to their family's estate. He was home.
Raven dabbed a bit of tuberose scented perfume on her neck, then dipped down between her breasts and made a quick swipe across her wrists, hitting all the pulse points as though she were still human. Some habits were hard to break. She glanced down and smiled as the sheer fabric skimmed across her breast, prompting her nipples to ball into tight, sensitive buds. Thorne's warm tongue lapping at her hardened peaks would have them softened and wet in no time."Raven," Thorne called out as he neared their bedroom door. Raven bit back a giggle, dove onto the bed and stretched across it on her side, making sure she bent one knee ever so slightly to force her rounded hip to rise up from the indention of her narrow waist. The negligée clung tightly to her shapely form and the split up the side revealed enough flesh to get a rise out of him the instant he walked through the door. What little skin the slit didn't show off, the sheer fabric would surely expose. "Raven? Why aren't you downstairs?" Thorne froze, wide eyed, as he rounded the corner of the entryway leading into the bedroom of their private suite. Raven ran her tongue over her lips and eyed him up and down. "Would you prefer I be down there with the entire family, or up here waiting for you?"His heart pounded so loud she heard it from across the room. "Well that depends," he said as he inched toward her. "On?""On whether or not you want me to take that off of you."Raven rose up on her elbow and glided her fingers up her thigh. "Oh, this better come off." She giggled. He came to her and stood next to the bed. "What's gotten into you?" The left side of his lip curled as his hooded gaze took her in."You, if you hurry.""Damn," he whispered as his knee pressed down onto the mattress.Raven crawled up onto her knees and leaned into him. Skimming her nose across the open collar of his shirt, she inhaled deeply. Thorne's heart raced. "Still want to taste me?" She cast a sharp glance up into his hungry eyes. "I'll always want to taste you, but I'll wait until you're a vampire to indulge." Her lips grazed his warm flesh and she parted them slightly to allow her tongue to sample what she would never truly allow herself to fully have. Thorne moaned. "You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you."Raven ran her hand down to his groin and pressed against the already hardened bulge. "Then what are you waiting for?"He leaned her back onto the bed and settled between her legs. With one finger he slid the strap of the negligée down over her shoulder, kissing as he unveiled the gift she offered. Dipping his head lower he went straight for her now exposed nipple, just as she knew he would. His predictability amused and thrilled her to no end. She loved how well she knew him and the fact that every move he made was exactly the way she liked it, only made it more delightful. He paused and gazed down at her. Deep blue orbs infiltrated her senses as though he looked right into her soul, just like he'd done so many times. "I need to tell you something."His serious tone scraped across her nerves and her stomach muscles constricted. She pressed her index finger against his lips. "Whatever it is can wait."
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I rarely have an opportunity to do this anymore considering "Sealed with a Kiss" is usually booked solid with author spotlights, but this week, I made sure I had dibs!!As my loyal readers and fans may know, the third installment of my Blood Hunter trilogy will release this Friday, July 15th.This trilogy is near and dear. I found my "voice" while writing this series and in my opinion this was the turning point for my career as a writer. My first trilogy, Journey of the Damned, will forever be the one that changed my life, but, Blood Hunter is the one that has set the pace for who I am going to be! That being said, here is a little look back at books #1 and #2, and then a sneak peek at book #3, The Return !!Enjoy....
The BeginningFor thirty years, Raven Prince has lived just fine with no mate and no hassles. The carefree vampire, happy to be the odd-girl-out in a small, close-knit coven, lusts for one thing and one thing only—human blood. The more handsome the snack, the happier she is. Thorne Abbott, on the other hand, only has a taste for the blood of the vampire that savagely murdered his father eleven years before. The determined human won't rest until that craving is satisfied, even if it means getting himself killed in the process. A sexy game of pool in a small town bar throws a wrench in both of their plans and ignites a flame so hot, neither could have extinguished even if they wanted to. The hunter and the hunted battle with themselves and each other as passion, love and a quest for truth sends them on a deadly mission that's sure to either destroy them…or set them free. Can lovers from different worlds manage to see past their differences, or are there good reasons why the two species should never unite? Will it be friend or foe that goes bump in the night?When loving your enemy comes with a price so steep, you have to bet your heart just to stay in the game.
The BetrayalJason Craft is a vampire on a mission. Destroy the last of the rogue vampires he's been enlisted to hunt and he'll be released from a century old vow made to his creator. Freedom from his obligation was so close he could taste it. He'd lost everything he held dear, but his life would soon be his own once again.
Jazmine Fabré has spent the last fifteen years caring for her adopted younger brother, a vampire with autism, who was attacked and turned by her very own sire. All she wants is justice on his behalf and as fate would have it, Jazmine's sire is next on Jason's hit list. Thrown together on a mission to hunt him down, they find more than they bargained for on their quest… they find each other. As the hunt heats up, they soon discover how hard it is to take down an enemy when they don't know who it really is. Will hidden secrets and betrayal destroy them before they have a chance start a life? Or were their lives fated for separate paths all along? Hunting can be a dangerous sport when the prey has all the ammunition.
AND NOW FOR THE FINAL INSTALLMENT~ BLOOD HUNTER-THE RETURN~
[image error] Raven Prince, a vampire, and Thorne Abbott, her human lover, have endured secrets, lies and even murder. The only task remaining is for Thorne to become a vampire as well. Eternity never looked so good.
*** Haunted by the shame of deserting his first true love, Jason Craft, became a hunter of his own kind. Brought together on a mission of revenge, he found sanctuary in the arms of Jazmine Fabré and together they uncovered a startling truth.*** Jason, now an enemy of the Vampire Lord for whom he'd been employed, sets out to save the coven he's been commissioned to terminate, which leads straight to the woman he left behind thirty years before, Raven Prince.
Will fate lead them to where they were meant to be? Or will evil forces destroy them all?
Sometimes the only way to get something right is to go back to where it all went wrong.
EXCERPT:
Her stomach fluttered, hearing the sound of his car engine rev as he pulled up the long drive to their family's estate. He was home.
Raven dabbed a bit of tuberose scented perfume on her neck, then dipped down between her breasts and made a quick swipe across her wrists, hitting all the pulse points as though she were still human. Some habits were hard to break. She glanced down and smiled as the sheer fabric skimmed across her breast, prompting her nipples to ball into tight, sensitive buds. Thorne's warm tongue lapping at her hardened peaks would have them softened and wet in no time."Raven," Thorne called out as he neared their bedroom door. Raven bit back a giggle, dove onto the bed and stretched across it on her side, making sure she bent one knee ever so slightly to force her rounded hip to rise up from the indention of her narrow waist. The negligée clung tightly to her shapely form and the split up the side revealed enough flesh to get a rise out of him the instant he walked through the door. What little skin the slit didn't show off, the sheer fabric would surely expose. "Raven? Why aren't you downstairs?" Thorne froze, wide eyed, as he rounded the corner of the entryway leading into the bedroom of their private suite. Raven ran her tongue over her lips and eyed him up and down. "Would you prefer I be down there with the entire family, or up here waiting for you?"His heart pounded so loud she heard it from across the room. "Well that depends," he said as he inched toward her. "On?""On whether or not you want me to take that off of you."Raven rose up on her elbow and glided her fingers up her thigh. "Oh, this better come off." She giggled. He came to her and stood next to the bed. "What's gotten into you?" The left side of his lip curled as his hooded gaze took her in."You, if you hurry.""Damn," he whispered as his knee pressed down onto the mattress.Raven crawled up onto her knees and leaned into him. Skimming her nose across the open collar of his shirt, she inhaled deeply. Thorne's heart raced. "Still want to taste me?" She cast a sharp glance up into his hungry eyes. "I'll always want to taste you, but I'll wait until you're a vampire to indulge." Her lips grazed his warm flesh and she parted them slightly to allow her tongue to sample what she would never truly allow herself to fully have. Thorne moaned. "You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you."Raven ran her hand down to his groin and pressed against the already hardened bulge. "Then what are you waiting for?"He leaned her back onto the bed and settled between her legs. With one finger he slid the strap of the negligée down over her shoulder, kissing as he unveiled the gift she offered. Dipping his head lower he went straight for her now exposed nipple, just as she knew he would. His predictability amused and thrilled her to no end. She loved how well she knew him and the fact that every move he made was exactly the way she liked it, only made it more delightful. He paused and gazed down at her. Deep blue orbs infiltrated her senses as though he looked right into her soul, just like he'd done so many times. "I need to tell you something."His serious tone scraped across her nerves and her stomach muscles constricted. She pressed her index finger against his lips. "Whatever it is can wait."
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July 7, 2011
The week is rolling right along, isn't it? If you re...
The week is rolling right along, isn't it? If you recall, I mentioned earlier this week when Bianca Sommerland first arrived that she was my first ever author to spotlight here on Sealed with a Kiss! Well, just to refresh your memory even further, here's a look at the very novel she had shared.... Rosemary Entwined!!!
[image error] One kiss might save her, but if Rosemary has to lose even one of her men, she doesn't want a prince.
The only role of Rosemary's nest of men is to feed her insatiable hunger for lust, but that's not what she wants for them. Or what they want from her. While Rosemary presses for them to live their own lives, they each find ways to steal into her heart. With the threat of her mother's nest hanging over them, Rosemary decides to surrender to the love they offer and focus on building their combined strength to stand against the inevitable attacks. When her control over her powers slips, another problem arises. The nest is incomplete. A prince must be chosen, and if he is not among her men, she'll be forced to let one of them go. She once feared her heart wasn't big enough to hold them all. Now she fears she's not strong enough to release even one. Even if it costs her her life.
EXCERPT: Curled up on the pillow, Rosemary watched Largo as he bent down to slip the DVD into the player, his boxers outlining his ass to perfection. He pressed play on the remote as he took his place. Kurt brought her a beer and sat on the floor behind her, leaning against the sofa. The movie started, darkness and ghostly music that filled the room and pulled them all in. The first scene gave her goose bumps, but she managed to hide her fear until the white face of a child flashed behind a woman searching for the source of a strange sound. She hid her face and an arm wrapped around her shoulders. "No one's even dead yet," Felix whispered, grinning through the tousled blond hair that had fallen over his face. "You're scared already?" "I'm not scared." Rosemary said into the pillow, peeking past it and biting her lip when the woman turned to look around the now empty room. "Give her another beer." Alaire reached for a case by the sofa and pulled out a beer. "She'll start finding it funny." "I don't know if we should let her drink too much," Kurt said from behind her, tone dry. "She might get ideas." "And that's a problem for you?" Alaire twisted the cap and jumped at a blood-curdling scream. The beer slipped from his hand and spilled into his lap. He made a face. "Pause the movie, I gotta clean this up." Largo pressed pause. "Hurry up."For three minutes they waited, listening to the shower, Wylie taking the initiative to mop up the mess on the floor. Alaire came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, running his hands through his close-cropped hair, and plopped onto the cushion at Rosemary's side. Rosemary watched the droplets of water trail down his chest to be soaked into the worn, white towel. "Go ahead," Alaire said, grinning at her as he got comfortable. "Cheater," Felix mumbled from her other side. Largo pressed play. While the movie continued, Rosemary tried to focus but couldn't help be distracted by the tempting, damp morsel, so close little drops hit her knee ever time he shifted. She glanced around to make sure everyone was watching the movie and let her hand drift to Alaire's stomach. He moved closer, resting his head against her side, the dampness of his hair soaking right through her dress. A hand settled on her knee and she gave Felix a covert look, her lips curving at the way he fixed his eyes on the screen and slid his hand slowly up her thigh. Alaire's hand rested on her other knee and she bit her lip as his touch mirrored the path Felix was taking. "Are you watching the movie?" Kurt whispered in her ear as he knelt behind her and lifted her hair off her neck and laid it over one shoulder. "Uh, huh." Rosemary swallowed as he pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder and distracted her with soft kisses while his hand curved under her breast and his thumb grazed her nipple through the fine cloth. "Try to focus on what's happening, keep your eyes open, even during the scary parts." Kurt's words were like another touch, one that played on all her nerves, from the sensitive curve of her ear to the nipple he teased, and down to where Felix and Alaire's hands met at the juncture of her thighs. She tried to follow Kurt's instructions, but the unspoken agreement of the other boys made it difficult not to cry out and writhe, never mind watch the movie. Whose hand was where she couldn't tell, but suddenly her panties had been shifted and two fingers had breached her, moving in harmony with the pair that circled her clit, playing her to a blind crescent of pleasure. "Slow it down, boys," Kurt said, sliding the other strap down and baring her breasts. He covered them both with his hands and massaged gently. "She's having a hard time getting into the movie."
Publisher: Total E-Bound PublishingBuy link: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1102
[image error] One kiss might save her, but if Rosemary has to lose even one of her men, she doesn't want a prince.
The only role of Rosemary's nest of men is to feed her insatiable hunger for lust, but that's not what she wants for them. Or what they want from her. While Rosemary presses for them to live their own lives, they each find ways to steal into her heart. With the threat of her mother's nest hanging over them, Rosemary decides to surrender to the love they offer and focus on building their combined strength to stand against the inevitable attacks. When her control over her powers slips, another problem arises. The nest is incomplete. A prince must be chosen, and if he is not among her men, she'll be forced to let one of them go. She once feared her heart wasn't big enough to hold them all. Now she fears she's not strong enough to release even one. Even if it costs her her life.
EXCERPT: Curled up on the pillow, Rosemary watched Largo as he bent down to slip the DVD into the player, his boxers outlining his ass to perfection. He pressed play on the remote as he took his place. Kurt brought her a beer and sat on the floor behind her, leaning against the sofa. The movie started, darkness and ghostly music that filled the room and pulled them all in. The first scene gave her goose bumps, but she managed to hide her fear until the white face of a child flashed behind a woman searching for the source of a strange sound. She hid her face and an arm wrapped around her shoulders. "No one's even dead yet," Felix whispered, grinning through the tousled blond hair that had fallen over his face. "You're scared already?" "I'm not scared." Rosemary said into the pillow, peeking past it and biting her lip when the woman turned to look around the now empty room. "Give her another beer." Alaire reached for a case by the sofa and pulled out a beer. "She'll start finding it funny." "I don't know if we should let her drink too much," Kurt said from behind her, tone dry. "She might get ideas." "And that's a problem for you?" Alaire twisted the cap and jumped at a blood-curdling scream. The beer slipped from his hand and spilled into his lap. He made a face. "Pause the movie, I gotta clean this up." Largo pressed pause. "Hurry up."For three minutes they waited, listening to the shower, Wylie taking the initiative to mop up the mess on the floor. Alaire came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, running his hands through his close-cropped hair, and plopped onto the cushion at Rosemary's side. Rosemary watched the droplets of water trail down his chest to be soaked into the worn, white towel. "Go ahead," Alaire said, grinning at her as he got comfortable. "Cheater," Felix mumbled from her other side. Largo pressed play. While the movie continued, Rosemary tried to focus but couldn't help be distracted by the tempting, damp morsel, so close little drops hit her knee ever time he shifted. She glanced around to make sure everyone was watching the movie and let her hand drift to Alaire's stomach. He moved closer, resting his head against her side, the dampness of his hair soaking right through her dress. A hand settled on her knee and she gave Felix a covert look, her lips curving at the way he fixed his eyes on the screen and slid his hand slowly up her thigh. Alaire's hand rested on her other knee and she bit her lip as his touch mirrored the path Felix was taking. "Are you watching the movie?" Kurt whispered in her ear as he knelt behind her and lifted her hair off her neck and laid it over one shoulder. "Uh, huh." Rosemary swallowed as he pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder and distracted her with soft kisses while his hand curved under her breast and his thumb grazed her nipple through the fine cloth. "Try to focus on what's happening, keep your eyes open, even during the scary parts." Kurt's words were like another touch, one that played on all her nerves, from the sensitive curve of her ear to the nipple he teased, and down to where Felix and Alaire's hands met at the juncture of her thighs. She tried to follow Kurt's instructions, but the unspoken agreement of the other boys made it difficult not to cry out and writhe, never mind watch the movie. Whose hand was where she couldn't tell, but suddenly her panties had been shifted and two fingers had breached her, moving in harmony with the pair that circled her clit, playing her to a blind crescent of pleasure. "Slow it down, boys," Kurt said, sliding the other strap down and baring her breasts. He covered them both with his hands and massaged gently. "She's having a hard time getting into the movie."
Publisher: Total E-Bound PublishingBuy link: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1102
July 5, 2011
Yesterday sure was fun! Having a discussion about&nb...
Yesterday sure was fun!
Having a discussion about Ménage, (or 3somes... for those of us who are less refined) will always be a thought provoking subject on the minds of many, not just oversexed frat boys! LOL!
Bianca brought up some pretty interesting points and I loved the input from readers.
Controversy always gives me the warm and fuzzies! =^-^=
Tongues were a waggin', weren't they?
Today, we'll take a deeper look at her novel, Deadly Captive , so let's get to it.....
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Lydia awakes, bound and blind, to the whispered urgings of a man who has his hands on her. His words confuse her at first, but she soon understands they are both in the middle of a performance that will determine whether she remains in captivity or dies. The crowd must be entertained, and her cellmate makes sure it is.
Forced submission is not the only horror Lydia endures. She has no memories of life before her imprisonment, and Joe, her cellmate, is her only comfort as the powerful creatures that hold them captive torture and debase her. Together, she and Joe cling to the will to survive long enough to break free and seek revenge. Their desire to sustain one another triumphs over their wardens' efforts to destroy them. There is no pain, no suffering, that can tear them apart.Beyond their cell, their love is tested. Can they hold strong in the face of the challenge of the new powers they have gained along with their freedom?
EXCERPT: At the harsh sound of ripping fabric near my head, I frowned and glanced over my shoulder. Joe covered my eyes with a length of shredded sheet and trapped my face with his forearms so he could tie it.
"Stop it." He held my arms at my sides when I tried to remove the blindfold. "I won't make love to you in this dirty cell. Just relax and listen."
I grumbled and strained against his iron grip, then sighed and did as he asked—relaxed and listened.
The darkness brought back the first of my memories, the time he'd taken me wrapped in chains for the amusement of an unseen crowd. His hands on my body, positioning me at an incline with one leg extended and one knee bent, conveyed me to the present. I'd said I trusted him. I meant it.
Finding my arms slack, he placed one across my ribs and the other stretched over my head. Then, he began to speak.
"There's a place I go when I want some peace, deep in the Sahara. I want to take you there." The deep timbre of his voice took on the soft, lulling quality of a hypnotist, matching his cadences to the sway of an invisible pendant. "The heat of the desert is deadly, rife with centuries' worth of unmarked graves where the victims of the sun and sandstorms lie. There's incredible beauty to be found, but the desert guards it jealously. We brave the journey together, and I leave you for a time to travel just a little further to a small village for supplies. You're too proud to admit it, but you're happy to stay. You know I won't be long." I could hear him settling down nearby, but my mind fixed on the imagined setting. He continued to paint the scene with words. "The oasis, surrounded by monstrous golden dunes, is impossible to happen upon by chance. You find shade by the lagoon, under an outcropping of stones smoothed by centuries of sand storms. The rock you lay on is warm and soft as your own flesh. To cool your body, you stretch your legs and dip your toes into water that feels like liquid velvet."
My legs moved of their own accord, and I could almost feel the water on my wiggling toes.
"When I return, laden with huge canvas sacks full of treats I know you'll enjoy, I have to stop for a moment and stare. You look like a desert goddess, wrapped up in a sarong that a native taught you how to tie at one shoulder like a dress. The rich, white fabric covers you like a cloud, and my palms are itching to undo the knots." The heat of his fingers drifted over my shoulder and then receded. "But I don't, because what I want doesn't matter. This is for you." He touched my lips, anticipating my objections. "So I set down my load and fish out all the ingredients I need for a fruity cocktail."
Quiet footsteps padded across the room. Cloth rustled. Liquid sloshed. He came back, lifted my hand, and helped me curl my fingers around a glass. He propped me up and scooted close. The bare flesh of his chest warmed my back. The rim of a glass tipped to my lips. Peach-flavored liquor filled my mouth. Then he took the glass, and it clinked on the floor.
"You savor the drink and smile at me. Tell me you've missed me. There's a sweetness in your smile that cuts through the steel of my heart like a diamond blade."
Tears gathered in my eyes and soaked into the blindfold. I was grateful that he couldn't see them. They didn't belong in his fantasy.
Joe cleared his throat. "A hot breeze rises from the water and your hair, turned red and gold in the sun, spills over my hands, and I'm tempted to cover myself in it. I can't help touching it."
With a little tug, he freed all my hair. His fingers combed through the mass, and loose strands fluttered over my shoulders. I shivered.
"The sun sets, and the air cools. The abrupt change in temperature is a shock to your sun-soaked body. I ask if you want a wrap. You say I am all you need."
I had to tell him. "You are."
"And I know your words come from the depths of your soul. For the first time in my life, I am humbled. I kneel at your feet." His hands wrapped around my feet. His thumbs massaged the soles. "I can tell by the way you're squirming that you want me to cover you with my body." And I was squirming. I could feel the cold. "But I want to take it slow, worship each and every inch of you."
"Damn it, Joe." I tugged at my feet as he locked his hands around my ankles.
His lips closed over my big toe. He sucked and blew at the moisture to send a shiver of sensation up my thighs. "You whisper my name."
"Joe!" I laughed when he lapped a long, wet line up the sole of my foot and groaned when his teeth grazed up one calf. Nerves twitched, absorbing the sweet, placid contact. Taut muscles jumped when he kissed his way down the other calf and went back to lavishing my toes with his tongue. "You're taking this too far."
"You beg for satisfaction, but I hold back." With his hands still shackled to my ankles, Joe rose up on his knees and towered over me, even as he pried my legs apart. "A little."Go here for more: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/269
Having a discussion about Ménage, (or 3somes... for those of us who are less refined) will always be a thought provoking subject on the minds of many, not just oversexed frat boys! LOL!
Bianca brought up some pretty interesting points and I loved the input from readers.
Controversy always gives me the warm and fuzzies! =^-^=
Tongues were a waggin', weren't they?
Today, we'll take a deeper look at her novel, Deadly Captive , so let's get to it.....
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Lydia awakes, bound and blind, to the whispered urgings of a man who has his hands on her. His words confuse her at first, but she soon understands they are both in the middle of a performance that will determine whether she remains in captivity or dies. The crowd must be entertained, and her cellmate makes sure it is.
Forced submission is not the only horror Lydia endures. She has no memories of life before her imprisonment, and Joe, her cellmate, is her only comfort as the powerful creatures that hold them captive torture and debase her. Together, she and Joe cling to the will to survive long enough to break free and seek revenge. Their desire to sustain one another triumphs over their wardens' efforts to destroy them. There is no pain, no suffering, that can tear them apart.Beyond their cell, their love is tested. Can they hold strong in the face of the challenge of the new powers they have gained along with their freedom?
EXCERPT: At the harsh sound of ripping fabric near my head, I frowned and glanced over my shoulder. Joe covered my eyes with a length of shredded sheet and trapped my face with his forearms so he could tie it.
"Stop it." He held my arms at my sides when I tried to remove the blindfold. "I won't make love to you in this dirty cell. Just relax and listen."
I grumbled and strained against his iron grip, then sighed and did as he asked—relaxed and listened.
The darkness brought back the first of my memories, the time he'd taken me wrapped in chains for the amusement of an unseen crowd. His hands on my body, positioning me at an incline with one leg extended and one knee bent, conveyed me to the present. I'd said I trusted him. I meant it.
Finding my arms slack, he placed one across my ribs and the other stretched over my head. Then, he began to speak.
"There's a place I go when I want some peace, deep in the Sahara. I want to take you there." The deep timbre of his voice took on the soft, lulling quality of a hypnotist, matching his cadences to the sway of an invisible pendant. "The heat of the desert is deadly, rife with centuries' worth of unmarked graves where the victims of the sun and sandstorms lie. There's incredible beauty to be found, but the desert guards it jealously. We brave the journey together, and I leave you for a time to travel just a little further to a small village for supplies. You're too proud to admit it, but you're happy to stay. You know I won't be long." I could hear him settling down nearby, but my mind fixed on the imagined setting. He continued to paint the scene with words. "The oasis, surrounded by monstrous golden dunes, is impossible to happen upon by chance. You find shade by the lagoon, under an outcropping of stones smoothed by centuries of sand storms. The rock you lay on is warm and soft as your own flesh. To cool your body, you stretch your legs and dip your toes into water that feels like liquid velvet."
My legs moved of their own accord, and I could almost feel the water on my wiggling toes.
"When I return, laden with huge canvas sacks full of treats I know you'll enjoy, I have to stop for a moment and stare. You look like a desert goddess, wrapped up in a sarong that a native taught you how to tie at one shoulder like a dress. The rich, white fabric covers you like a cloud, and my palms are itching to undo the knots." The heat of his fingers drifted over my shoulder and then receded. "But I don't, because what I want doesn't matter. This is for you." He touched my lips, anticipating my objections. "So I set down my load and fish out all the ingredients I need for a fruity cocktail."
Quiet footsteps padded across the room. Cloth rustled. Liquid sloshed. He came back, lifted my hand, and helped me curl my fingers around a glass. He propped me up and scooted close. The bare flesh of his chest warmed my back. The rim of a glass tipped to my lips. Peach-flavored liquor filled my mouth. Then he took the glass, and it clinked on the floor.
"You savor the drink and smile at me. Tell me you've missed me. There's a sweetness in your smile that cuts through the steel of my heart like a diamond blade."
Tears gathered in my eyes and soaked into the blindfold. I was grateful that he couldn't see them. They didn't belong in his fantasy.
Joe cleared his throat. "A hot breeze rises from the water and your hair, turned red and gold in the sun, spills over my hands, and I'm tempted to cover myself in it. I can't help touching it."
With a little tug, he freed all my hair. His fingers combed through the mass, and loose strands fluttered over my shoulders. I shivered.
"The sun sets, and the air cools. The abrupt change in temperature is a shock to your sun-soaked body. I ask if you want a wrap. You say I am all you need."
I had to tell him. "You are."
"And I know your words come from the depths of your soul. For the first time in my life, I am humbled. I kneel at your feet." His hands wrapped around my feet. His thumbs massaged the soles. "I can tell by the way you're squirming that you want me to cover you with my body." And I was squirming. I could feel the cold. "But I want to take it slow, worship each and every inch of you."
"Damn it, Joe." I tugged at my feet as he locked his hands around my ankles.
His lips closed over my big toe. He sucked and blew at the moisture to send a shiver of sensation up my thighs. "You whisper my name."
"Joe!" I laughed when he lapped a long, wet line up the sole of my foot and groaned when his teeth grazed up one calf. Nerves twitched, absorbing the sweet, placid contact. Taut muscles jumped when he kissed his way down the other calf and went back to lavishing my toes with his tongue. "You're taking this too far."
"You beg for satisfaction, but I hold back." With his hands still shackled to my ankles, Joe rose up on his knees and towered over me, even as he pried my legs apart. "A little."Go here for more: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/269
July 4, 2011
This week I have the privilege of hosting Bi...
This week I have the privilege of hosting Bianca Sommerland. My history with Bianca goes waaaay back!!
See, back in the day....(2010, LOL!!) before I started hosting authors HERE, I started a little thing we called "paying it forward" on my personal website and Bianca was the first and only author to have ever been spotlighted there.
The response to author spotlight requests picked up, that dim bulb in my brain found a power surge and I started using "Sealed with a Kiss" (duhhh, a blog) to host guest authors... and the rest is, as they say.... HISTORY!
Bianca was also the FIRST EVER guest author here as well and having just checked the date of that spotlight, December 30th 2010, I find it quite fitting that she's here just in time for another round of firework season, as this is the 4th of JULY!!
A lot has changed since then, and today, Bianca has more titles under her belt. I'm so happy that she's here again.
Welcome back Bianca!!
Let's take a look at the goodies you've brought for show and tell......
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Lydia awakes, bound and blind, to the whispered urgings of a man who has his hands on her. His words confuse her at first, but she soon understands they are both in the middle of a performance that will determine whether she remains in captivity or dies. The crowd must be entertained, and her cellmate makes sure it is. Forced submission is not the only horror Lydia endures. She has no memories of life before her imprisonment, and Joe, her cellmate, is her only comfort as the powerful creatures that hold them captive torture and debase her. Together, she and Joe cling to the will to survive long enough to break free and seek revenge. Their desire to sustain one another triumphs over their wardens' efforts to destroy them. There is no pain, no suffering, that can tear them apart. Beyond their cell, their love is tested. Can they hold strong in the face of the challenge of the new powers they have gained along with their freedom?
Show and Tell wouldn't be complete with only the "show", so sit back and let's hear a little more from Bianca...
Why Not a Ménage? Okay, for those of you who don't know me, I write ménage. Not because group sex is popular or because I fantasise about being double tagged (not saying I don't, but that's beside the point ) but because I like giving my characters everything and anything they want. Then I find ways to make them miserable. Can I write a story without a ménage? Absolutely. I have a couple in the works, but I find sticking with a simple relationship involving just two people more challenging than doing one with three or more. Why? Well, because I spend a lot of time developing my secondary characters. Making them likeable. And if they're likeable, why not include them in the action? In the real world there are plenty of reasons to avoid open relationships, or even committed relationships with more than one partner. Most of us were raised to view monogamy as ideal. The concept of being the one and only is so romantic. But at the same time, I think many of us have been in a situation where we…well, you know, the whole having cake and wanting to eat it too thing. Don't you find that saying funny? What else are you supposed to do with cake? Put it on a shelf and let it get all stale? So to me, the question isn't why should I make a story a ménage. The question is 'Why not?'. Is the hero possessive? Can the heroine deal with him being like that? Has she ever loved before? Has he? Can they satisfy each other's needs? See, when I'm writing a ménage, the hero might be possessive, but he's more concerned with making sure his woman is completely satisfied—both in and out of bed—than with keeping her all to himself. In Rosemary Entwined, this concept was easy because Rosemary actually needs all the men to survive. In Deadly Captive, the ménage they participate in willingly is a bit more complicated—but I won't spoil it for you. The point is, both these stories are fantasy, so blurring the lines of what's acceptable is pretty easy. But what about in a contemporary story? Still fiction, but these people are stuck in the real world. What reasons could they possibly have to get involved in a polyamourus relationship? What's wrong with them? To my mind, absolutely nothing. This might not be a popular opinion, but I think some people aren't wired to be monogamous. Actually, many would say most men aren't. Other's would point out women's hormones drive them to 'mate' with the strongest and settle down with gentle, caring providers. That doesn't sound monogamous to me. All that aside, sex obviously isn't all about having babies. Whips and chains don't increase fertility. Getting in bed with another woman won't make me a better mother. But if that's what gets me off, it's all good, right? Now, what if I couldn't enjoy sex unless I had more than one partner? Would that be any different? Obviously, some people will argue it is, but me, I figure as long as it's legal…no, scratch that. Sex in public isn't legal. Polygamy isn't legal. Having sex with someone you're not married to is even worse! It's a sin! All right, how's this. So long as the partners are consenting adults—we're not getting into non-con here, did that in another post ;) –and aren't hurting anyone (any more than they want to be hurt), it's all good. But still, all that doesn't answer my original question. Why not a ménage? Lack of options? Social norm? If you're writing erotic romance, and there's an attraction between more than a pair of characters, why deny them? Well, I guess it depends on the author. And on the characters. If you're aiming for a Happily Ever After, then by the end of the story, the hero and heroine should both be feeling—in the words of Jerry Maguire— 'You complete me.' If not, well, maybe there's someone missing.
Thanks so much for having me here again, Robin. I love what you've done to the place! :)
For all you lovely readers, if you want more of me, just go here: http://www.imnoangelauthorsblog.wordpress.com
See, back in the day....(2010, LOL!!) before I started hosting authors HERE, I started a little thing we called "paying it forward" on my personal website and Bianca was the first and only author to have ever been spotlighted there.
The response to author spotlight requests picked up, that dim bulb in my brain found a power surge and I started using "Sealed with a Kiss" (duhhh, a blog) to host guest authors... and the rest is, as they say.... HISTORY!
Bianca was also the FIRST EVER guest author here as well and having just checked the date of that spotlight, December 30th 2010, I find it quite fitting that she's here just in time for another round of firework season, as this is the 4th of JULY!!
A lot has changed since then, and today, Bianca has more titles under her belt. I'm so happy that she's here again.
Welcome back Bianca!!
Let's take a look at the goodies you've brought for show and tell......
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Lydia awakes, bound and blind, to the whispered urgings of a man who has his hands on her. His words confuse her at first, but she soon understands they are both in the middle of a performance that will determine whether she remains in captivity or dies. The crowd must be entertained, and her cellmate makes sure it is. Forced submission is not the only horror Lydia endures. She has no memories of life before her imprisonment, and Joe, her cellmate, is her only comfort as the powerful creatures that hold them captive torture and debase her. Together, she and Joe cling to the will to survive long enough to break free and seek revenge. Their desire to sustain one another triumphs over their wardens' efforts to destroy them. There is no pain, no suffering, that can tear them apart. Beyond their cell, their love is tested. Can they hold strong in the face of the challenge of the new powers they have gained along with their freedom?
Show and Tell wouldn't be complete with only the "show", so sit back and let's hear a little more from Bianca...
Why Not a Ménage? Okay, for those of you who don't know me, I write ménage. Not because group sex is popular or because I fantasise about being double tagged (not saying I don't, but that's beside the point ) but because I like giving my characters everything and anything they want. Then I find ways to make them miserable. Can I write a story without a ménage? Absolutely. I have a couple in the works, but I find sticking with a simple relationship involving just two people more challenging than doing one with three or more. Why? Well, because I spend a lot of time developing my secondary characters. Making them likeable. And if they're likeable, why not include them in the action? In the real world there are plenty of reasons to avoid open relationships, or even committed relationships with more than one partner. Most of us were raised to view monogamy as ideal. The concept of being the one and only is so romantic. But at the same time, I think many of us have been in a situation where we…well, you know, the whole having cake and wanting to eat it too thing. Don't you find that saying funny? What else are you supposed to do with cake? Put it on a shelf and let it get all stale? So to me, the question isn't why should I make a story a ménage. The question is 'Why not?'. Is the hero possessive? Can the heroine deal with him being like that? Has she ever loved before? Has he? Can they satisfy each other's needs? See, when I'm writing a ménage, the hero might be possessive, but he's more concerned with making sure his woman is completely satisfied—both in and out of bed—than with keeping her all to himself. In Rosemary Entwined, this concept was easy because Rosemary actually needs all the men to survive. In Deadly Captive, the ménage they participate in willingly is a bit more complicated—but I won't spoil it for you. The point is, both these stories are fantasy, so blurring the lines of what's acceptable is pretty easy. But what about in a contemporary story? Still fiction, but these people are stuck in the real world. What reasons could they possibly have to get involved in a polyamourus relationship? What's wrong with them? To my mind, absolutely nothing. This might not be a popular opinion, but I think some people aren't wired to be monogamous. Actually, many would say most men aren't. Other's would point out women's hormones drive them to 'mate' with the strongest and settle down with gentle, caring providers. That doesn't sound monogamous to me. All that aside, sex obviously isn't all about having babies. Whips and chains don't increase fertility. Getting in bed with another woman won't make me a better mother. But if that's what gets me off, it's all good, right? Now, what if I couldn't enjoy sex unless I had more than one partner? Would that be any different? Obviously, some people will argue it is, but me, I figure as long as it's legal…no, scratch that. Sex in public isn't legal. Polygamy isn't legal. Having sex with someone you're not married to is even worse! It's a sin! All right, how's this. So long as the partners are consenting adults—we're not getting into non-con here, did that in another post ;) –and aren't hurting anyone (any more than they want to be hurt), it's all good. But still, all that doesn't answer my original question. Why not a ménage? Lack of options? Social norm? If you're writing erotic romance, and there's an attraction between more than a pair of characters, why deny them? Well, I guess it depends on the author. And on the characters. If you're aiming for a Happily Ever After, then by the end of the story, the hero and heroine should both be feeling—in the words of Jerry Maguire— 'You complete me.' If not, well, maybe there's someone missing.
Thanks so much for having me here again, Robin. I love what you've done to the place! :)
For all you lovely readers, if you want more of me, just go here: http://www.imnoangelauthorsblog.wordpress.com
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