Robin Badillo's Blog, page 36
June 10, 2011
Hey everybody!
Guess what? It's Friday, and you know what...
Hey everybody!
Guess what? It's Friday, and you know what that means. Yep, Shannon Leigh will be saying her final farewell for this visit! If we ask her nicely, maybe she will come back really soon.
Shannon, it's been a pleasure and I thank you for sharing so much of yourself, your characters and your wonderful books!
Let's take a look at the last of the books she's been so kind to spotlight... Nana'a Little Black Book....
(yeah, I don't think too many Nana's have his number in their little black book, but this cougar probably should) =^-^=
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A firm believer in alternative medicine, Catrina's recently deceased grandmother had a tincture or tea to cure everything from sore throats to insomnia. But when Catrina discovers a secret vault beneath the braided carpet in Nana's room, one filled with various artifacts of magic, to say she was befuddled would be an understatement. What secrets had died with her mysterious Nana? And what ones would she discover within this strange treasure trove? One item in particular draws her attention, a little black book that seems widely out of place. As she investigates this strange tome, Catrina discovers that it's a phone book for summoning a male demon who will carry out whatever duty the bookkeeper requires of him. Inadvertently, her fingers brush the calling pad within, bringing for Malthus, the Earl of Hell. While his previous tasks for her Nana mainly included general carpentry, Malthus plans on fulfilling some of Catrina's more carnal needs as well…
EXCERPT: She watched in silent terror as Malthus approached. "I have in my command, twenty-six legions of demons. Warriors, who build towers to fill with ammunition and weapons. Soldiers prepared to battle wherever it is requested of us."
By the time he stood directly before her, his form had shrunk to its original size—that of a six-foot-seven, strongly built man. His hair, first the color of a raven's wing, had faded into a chestnut brown highlighted with streaks of amber fire. And his eyes, before as black as night, like two onyx orbs of eternity, had now become pure and translucent, blue ice ringed and flecked with shards of sapphire that glowed with a strange phosphorescent shine like they were fueled by electricity.
Catrina held her breath when he brought his handsome face mere inches from hers. Her eyes instantly took in the chiseled line of his square jaw, the sharp ridge of his aquiline nose, the flesh-colored tint of his sensual mouth. In a matter of seconds, he'd gone from terrifying to tantalizing.
Dear, God. He must be a demon for sure. "What…what did you do for Nana?" she stammered, her own voice seemingly lodged within her windpipe.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well now, that all depended on what it was she was in need for. But you can bet, when I was done, I left her begging for more."
His words were almost confusing, purposely twisted, and rhythmic in nature. Be careful, Catrina, she warned herself. He's a sly one.
As though reading her mind, he began to chuckle. "Indeed." The word was drawn out. It swirled in the air around her face, fanning her cheeks like a gentle caress.
She felt a heated thrill race through her insides. It centered in her pelvis before radiating down to her apex. Were her legs not frozen, held slightly apart by an invisible force, she would have squeezed them closed to still the maddening tingle at the juncture of her thighs.
Catrina gasped as his gaze raked her form, the look in his eyes clearly carnal. His tongue darted out to slide suggestively along his full bottom lip. It wasn't forked or barbed, as she would have expected, but rather thick with a rounded tip, and looked capable of providing more exquisite pleasure than she cared to dwell on.
"And what is it, my dear, that you're in need of?" His pupils sparkled like two-carat diamonds, blindingly white with unmatchable cut and clarity.
Catrina turned her head aside, fearing her ability to resist his seductive charm. "I don't need—"
He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Don't lie to me, Cat. I already know what you desire. Just give me some time, and I'm sure to light your fire."
Catrina squeezed her eyes shut. "If…" She bit her bottom lip to still its trembling.
Seeming to sense her unease, he asked, "Would you feel less intimidated, were I in my natural form?"
Her gaze met his. A multitude of horrific beasts popped into her head. While his current shape certainly clouded her judgment, she wasn't too sure she wanted to see his true appearance.
"I…I don't know. It depends on what—"
Before she could finish, he'd taken a few steps back and his body instantly transformed into that of a massive Marabou Stork. The heavy tool belt clattered to the floor near his taloned feet, along with Nana's little black book.
As though being cooped within the body of a human had cramped his wings, he stretched them wide. Catrina gasped with a mixture of astonishment and awe. From wingtip to wingtip, the span was nearly nine feet.
His bare head and neck reminded her of a vulture's—peachy-red in color and textured with warty nodules. The long feathers on his back and wings glistened like black oil with an iridescent green gloss, a stark contrast to the short down on his white belly and under-parts.
His huge bill was long and sharp—ostensibly deadly. While the pink gular sack at his throat looked as harmless as a plastic sack. With his white fluffy neck ruff and long black legs, she couldn't help but find this creature strikingly regal, albeit equally terrifying.
He clacked his pointed beak a few times before tilting it toward the ceiling. Then he swayed back and forth—wings stretched wide, neck arched—issuing a loud hollow bellow, which vibrated from deep within his throat.
When he'd finished with the strange song, he pierced her with solid ebony eyes. There were no pupils within their bottomless depths, no white pinhole gleam from the overhead light. Just two black beads, much like those you'd find on a lifeless doll, yet they seemed to stare straight through to her soul.
As the Marabou approached, Catrina pressed herself more firmly against the wall. It was true she'd been intimidated by the overwhelming maleness of the human form of this demon. But the idea of being pecked to death or torn to shreds by his razor-sharp bill was nearly more than she could stomach.
Fear rose in the back of her throat, burning her tongue. "I think I prefer your former shape," she squeaked, trying not to focus on the daunting point of his beak.
Malthus tilted his head back and let out what resembled a clucking titter. Then he spread his wings once again. "As you wish, my dear."
The change from bird to man occurred a little more slowly than before. Catrina watched, no less amazed this time, as the feathers on his wingtips pulled back to reveal strong fingers beneath, then hands. Next came his thick forearms, bulging biceps, and broad shoulders. It was almost like peeling a banana from its skin as his bird-like form slowly stripped away to expose the male human-likeness inside. Muscled pectorals rippled and flexed as he stretched his elongating spine. White downy feathers turned to washboard abs as his stomach and waist took shape.
His black, stick legs and taloned feet split down the center, then parted, as thick thighs and strong calves exploded through, brawny and tanned, like tree-trunks. Strangely enough, the final transformation to occur was his face. For a brief instance, he was a strapping, viral man with the head of a stork, like some sort of living Egyptian hieroglyphic. Then the mask lifted and he was human once again.
"Is this better?" he asked with an air of innocence that made her insides quiver with primordial need.
Malthus gave her a knowing smile. His teeth were so perfect and white—a stark contrast in his bronzed face—that Catrina almost forgot he'd had a beak merely seconds before. Her eyes locked on his lips as they parted and his thick tongue darted out to moisten the bottom one as he'd done before.
Unable to find her voice, she merely nodded. Tearing her attention from that sensual mouth, so full, so luscious that she yearned to feel it pressed upon hers, she slid her gaze downward.
Her hands itched to follow along, touch each glorious inch of this demon-man to find out if he felt as real as he seemed. But until he released her from her state of prostration, she was fated to merely complete her inspection visually. All the while, she struggled with the unwanted desire to have something she knew would surely bring her damnation.
Then her gaze dropped to his naked groin. The tool belt no longer hid the massive male pleasure device he possessed. Her eyes grew round with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. "Holy shit," she whispered.
Malthus chuckled in response. "There's nothing holy about this."
A delicious shudder wracked her pelvis when his erect shaft bobbed toward her center like a divining rod to water. Catrina bit her bottom lip as moisture seeped through the crotch of her panties. When she met his searing gaze, she realized his statement rang true, in more ways than one.
Shannon Leigh
Amber Quill Assistant Review Coordinator
"Giving readers the O in their erOtica."
Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
*Nana's Little Black Book--calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty--the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales--not your average bedtime story.*
Guess what? It's Friday, and you know what that means. Yep, Shannon Leigh will be saying her final farewell for this visit! If we ask her nicely, maybe she will come back really soon.
Shannon, it's been a pleasure and I thank you for sharing so much of yourself, your characters and your wonderful books!
Let's take a look at the last of the books she's been so kind to spotlight... Nana'a Little Black Book....
(yeah, I don't think too many Nana's have his number in their little black book, but this cougar probably should) =^-^=
[image error]
A firm believer in alternative medicine, Catrina's recently deceased grandmother had a tincture or tea to cure everything from sore throats to insomnia. But when Catrina discovers a secret vault beneath the braided carpet in Nana's room, one filled with various artifacts of magic, to say she was befuddled would be an understatement. What secrets had died with her mysterious Nana? And what ones would she discover within this strange treasure trove? One item in particular draws her attention, a little black book that seems widely out of place. As she investigates this strange tome, Catrina discovers that it's a phone book for summoning a male demon who will carry out whatever duty the bookkeeper requires of him. Inadvertently, her fingers brush the calling pad within, bringing for Malthus, the Earl of Hell. While his previous tasks for her Nana mainly included general carpentry, Malthus plans on fulfilling some of Catrina's more carnal needs as well…
EXCERPT: She watched in silent terror as Malthus approached. "I have in my command, twenty-six legions of demons. Warriors, who build towers to fill with ammunition and weapons. Soldiers prepared to battle wherever it is requested of us."
By the time he stood directly before her, his form had shrunk to its original size—that of a six-foot-seven, strongly built man. His hair, first the color of a raven's wing, had faded into a chestnut brown highlighted with streaks of amber fire. And his eyes, before as black as night, like two onyx orbs of eternity, had now become pure and translucent, blue ice ringed and flecked with shards of sapphire that glowed with a strange phosphorescent shine like they were fueled by electricity.
Catrina held her breath when he brought his handsome face mere inches from hers. Her eyes instantly took in the chiseled line of his square jaw, the sharp ridge of his aquiline nose, the flesh-colored tint of his sensual mouth. In a matter of seconds, he'd gone from terrifying to tantalizing.
Dear, God. He must be a demon for sure. "What…what did you do for Nana?" she stammered, her own voice seemingly lodged within her windpipe.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well now, that all depended on what it was she was in need for. But you can bet, when I was done, I left her begging for more."
His words were almost confusing, purposely twisted, and rhythmic in nature. Be careful, Catrina, she warned herself. He's a sly one.
As though reading her mind, he began to chuckle. "Indeed." The word was drawn out. It swirled in the air around her face, fanning her cheeks like a gentle caress.
She felt a heated thrill race through her insides. It centered in her pelvis before radiating down to her apex. Were her legs not frozen, held slightly apart by an invisible force, she would have squeezed them closed to still the maddening tingle at the juncture of her thighs.
Catrina gasped as his gaze raked her form, the look in his eyes clearly carnal. His tongue darted out to slide suggestively along his full bottom lip. It wasn't forked or barbed, as she would have expected, but rather thick with a rounded tip, and looked capable of providing more exquisite pleasure than she cared to dwell on.
"And what is it, my dear, that you're in need of?" His pupils sparkled like two-carat diamonds, blindingly white with unmatchable cut and clarity.
Catrina turned her head aside, fearing her ability to resist his seductive charm. "I don't need—"
He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Don't lie to me, Cat. I already know what you desire. Just give me some time, and I'm sure to light your fire."
Catrina squeezed her eyes shut. "If…" She bit her bottom lip to still its trembling.
Seeming to sense her unease, he asked, "Would you feel less intimidated, were I in my natural form?"
Her gaze met his. A multitude of horrific beasts popped into her head. While his current shape certainly clouded her judgment, she wasn't too sure she wanted to see his true appearance.
"I…I don't know. It depends on what—"
Before she could finish, he'd taken a few steps back and his body instantly transformed into that of a massive Marabou Stork. The heavy tool belt clattered to the floor near his taloned feet, along with Nana's little black book.
As though being cooped within the body of a human had cramped his wings, he stretched them wide. Catrina gasped with a mixture of astonishment and awe. From wingtip to wingtip, the span was nearly nine feet.
His bare head and neck reminded her of a vulture's—peachy-red in color and textured with warty nodules. The long feathers on his back and wings glistened like black oil with an iridescent green gloss, a stark contrast to the short down on his white belly and under-parts.
His huge bill was long and sharp—ostensibly deadly. While the pink gular sack at his throat looked as harmless as a plastic sack. With his white fluffy neck ruff and long black legs, she couldn't help but find this creature strikingly regal, albeit equally terrifying.
He clacked his pointed beak a few times before tilting it toward the ceiling. Then he swayed back and forth—wings stretched wide, neck arched—issuing a loud hollow bellow, which vibrated from deep within his throat.
When he'd finished with the strange song, he pierced her with solid ebony eyes. There were no pupils within their bottomless depths, no white pinhole gleam from the overhead light. Just two black beads, much like those you'd find on a lifeless doll, yet they seemed to stare straight through to her soul.
As the Marabou approached, Catrina pressed herself more firmly against the wall. It was true she'd been intimidated by the overwhelming maleness of the human form of this demon. But the idea of being pecked to death or torn to shreds by his razor-sharp bill was nearly more than she could stomach.
Fear rose in the back of her throat, burning her tongue. "I think I prefer your former shape," she squeaked, trying not to focus on the daunting point of his beak.
Malthus tilted his head back and let out what resembled a clucking titter. Then he spread his wings once again. "As you wish, my dear."
The change from bird to man occurred a little more slowly than before. Catrina watched, no less amazed this time, as the feathers on his wingtips pulled back to reveal strong fingers beneath, then hands. Next came his thick forearms, bulging biceps, and broad shoulders. It was almost like peeling a banana from its skin as his bird-like form slowly stripped away to expose the male human-likeness inside. Muscled pectorals rippled and flexed as he stretched his elongating spine. White downy feathers turned to washboard abs as his stomach and waist took shape.
His black, stick legs and taloned feet split down the center, then parted, as thick thighs and strong calves exploded through, brawny and tanned, like tree-trunks. Strangely enough, the final transformation to occur was his face. For a brief instance, he was a strapping, viral man with the head of a stork, like some sort of living Egyptian hieroglyphic. Then the mask lifted and he was human once again.
"Is this better?" he asked with an air of innocence that made her insides quiver with primordial need.
Malthus gave her a knowing smile. His teeth were so perfect and white—a stark contrast in his bronzed face—that Catrina almost forgot he'd had a beak merely seconds before. Her eyes locked on his lips as they parted and his thick tongue darted out to moisten the bottom one as he'd done before.
Unable to find her voice, she merely nodded. Tearing her attention from that sensual mouth, so full, so luscious that she yearned to feel it pressed upon hers, she slid her gaze downward.
Her hands itched to follow along, touch each glorious inch of this demon-man to find out if he felt as real as he seemed. But until he released her from her state of prostration, she was fated to merely complete her inspection visually. All the while, she struggled with the unwanted desire to have something she knew would surely bring her damnation.
Then her gaze dropped to his naked groin. The tool belt no longer hid the massive male pleasure device he possessed. Her eyes grew round with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. "Holy shit," she whispered.
Malthus chuckled in response. "There's nothing holy about this."
A delicious shudder wracked her pelvis when his erect shaft bobbed toward her center like a divining rod to water. Catrina bit her bottom lip as moisture seeped through the crotch of her panties. When she met his searing gaze, she realized his statement rang true, in more ways than one.
Shannon Leigh
Amber Quill Assistant Review Coordinator
"Giving readers the O in their erOtica."
Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
*Nana's Little Black Book--calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty--the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales--not your average bedtime story.*
Hey everybody!Guess what? It's Friday, and you know what ...
Hey everybody!
Guess what? It's Friday, and you know what that means. Yep, Shannon Leigh will be saying her final farewell for this visit! If we ask her nicely, maybe she will come back really soon.
Shannon, it's been a pleasure and I thank you for sharing so much of yourself, your characters and your wonderful books!
Let's take a look at the last of the books she's been so kind to spotlight... Nana'a Little Black Book....
(yeah, I don't think too many Nana's have his number in their little black book, but this cougar probably should) =^-^=
[image error]
A firm believer in alternative medicine, Catrina's recently deceased grandmother had a tincture or tea to cure everything from sore throats to insomnia. But when Catrina discovers a secret vault beneath the braided carpet in Nana's room, one filled with various artifacts of magic, to say she was befuddled would be an understatement. What secrets had died with her mysterious Nana? And what ones would she discover within this strange treasure trove? One item in particular draws her attention, a little black book that seems widely out of place. As she investigates this strange tome, Catrina discovers that it's a phone book for summoning a male demon who will carry out whatever duty the bookkeeper requires of him. Inadvertently, her fingers brush the calling pad within, bringing for Malthus, the Earl of Hell. While his previous tasks for her Nana mainly included general carpentry, Malthus plans on fulfilling some of Catrina's more carnal needs as well…
EXCERPT: She watched in silent terror as Malthus approached. "I have in my command, twenty-six legions of demons. Warriors, who build towers to fill with ammunition and weapons. Soldiers prepared to battle wherever it is requested of us."
By the time he stood directly before her, his form had shrunk to its original size—that of a six-foot-seven, strongly built man. His hair, first the color of a raven's wing, had faded into a chestnut brown highlighted with streaks of amber fire. And his eyes, before as black as night, like two onyx orbs of eternity, had now become pure and translucent, blue ice ringed and flecked with shards of sapphire that glowed with a strange phosphorescent shine like they were fueled by electricity.
Catrina held her breath when he brought his handsome face mere inches from hers. Her eyes instantly took in the chiseled line of his square jaw, the sharp ridge of his aquiline nose, the flesh-colored tint of his sensual mouth. In a matter of seconds, he'd gone from terrifying to tantalizing.
Dear, God. He must be a demon for sure. "What…what did you do for Nana?" she stammered, her own voice seemingly lodged within her windpipe.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well now, that all depended on what it was she was in need for. But you can bet, when I was done, I left her begging for more."
His words were almost confusing, purposely twisted, and rhythmic in nature. Be careful, Catrina, she warned herself. He's a sly one.
As though reading her mind, he began to chuckle. "Indeed." The word was drawn out. It swirled in the air around her face, fanning her cheeks like a gentle caress.
She felt a heated thrill race through her insides. It centered in her pelvis before radiating down to her apex. Were her legs not frozen, held slightly apart by an invisible force, she would have squeezed them closed to still the maddening tingle at the juncture of her thighs.
Catrina gasped as his gaze raked her form, the look in his eyes clearly carnal. His tongue darted out to slide suggestively along his full bottom lip. It wasn't forked or barbed, as she would have expected, but rather thick with a rounded tip, and looked capable of providing more exquisite pleasure than she cared to dwell on.
"And what is it, my dear, that you're in need of?" His pupils sparkled like two-carat diamonds, blindingly white with unmatchable cut and clarity.
Catrina turned her head aside, fearing her ability to resist his seductive charm. "I don't need—"
He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Don't lie to me, Cat. I already know what you desire. Just give me some time, and I'm sure to light your fire."
Catrina squeezed her eyes shut. "If…" She bit her bottom lip to still its trembling.
Seeming to sense her unease, he asked, "Would you feel less intimidated, were I in my natural form?"
Her gaze met his. A multitude of horrific beasts popped into her head. While his current shape certainly clouded her judgment, she wasn't too sure she wanted to see his true appearance.
"I…I don't know. It depends on what—"
Before she could finish, he'd taken a few steps back and his body instantly transformed into that of a massive Marabou Stork. The heavy tool belt clattered to the floor near his taloned feet, along with Nana's little black book.
As though being cooped within the body of a human had cramped his wings, he stretched them wide. Catrina gasped with a mixture of astonishment and awe. From wingtip to wingtip, the span was nearly nine feet.
His bare head and neck reminded her of a vulture's—peachy-red in color and textured with warty nodules. The long feathers on his back and wings glistened like black oil with an iridescent green gloss, a stark contrast to the short down on his white belly and under-parts.
His huge bill was long and sharp—ostensibly deadly. While the pink gular sack at his throat looked as harmless as a plastic sack. With his white fluffy neck ruff and long black legs, she couldn't help but find this creature strikingly regal, albeit equally terrifying.
He clacked his pointed beak a few times before tilting it toward the ceiling. Then he swayed back and forth—wings stretched wide, neck arched—issuing a loud hollow bellow, which vibrated from deep within his throat.
When he'd finished with the strange song, he pierced her with solid ebony eyes. There were no pupils within their bottomless depths, no white pinhole gleam from the overhead light. Just two black beads, much like those you'd find on a lifeless doll, yet they seemed to stare straight through to her soul.
As the Marabou approached, Catrina pressed herself more firmly against the wall. It was true she'd been intimidated by the overwhelming maleness of the human form of this demon. But the idea of being pecked to death or torn to shreds by his razor-sharp bill was nearly more than she could stomach.
Fear rose in the back of her throat, burning her tongue. "I think I prefer your former shape," she squeaked, trying not to focus on the daunting point of his beak.
Malthus tilted his head back and let out what resembled a clucking titter. Then he spread his wings once again. "As you wish, my dear."
The change from bird to man occurred a little more slowly than before. Catrina watched, no less amazed this time, as the feathers on his wingtips pulled back to reveal strong fingers beneath, then hands. Next came his thick forearms, bulging biceps, and broad shoulders. It was almost like peeling a banana from its skin as his bird-like form slowly stripped away to expose the male human-likeness inside. Muscled pectorals rippled and flexed as he stretched his elongating spine. White downy feathers turned to washboard abs as his stomach and waist took shape.
His black, stick legs and taloned feet split down the center, then parted, as thick thighs and strong calves exploded through, brawny and tanned, like tree-trunks. Strangely enough, the final transformation to occur was his face. For a brief instance, he was a strapping, viral man with the head of a stork, like some sort of living Egyptian hieroglyphic. Then the mask lifted and he was human once again.
"Is this better?" he asked with an air of innocence that made her insides quiver with primordial need.
Malthus gave her a knowing smile. His teeth were so perfect and white—a stark contrast in his bronzed face—that Catrina almost forgot he'd had a beak merely seconds before. Her eyes locked on his lips as they parted and his thick tongue darted out to moisten the bottom one as he'd done before.
Unable to find her voice, she merely nodded. Tearing her attention from that sensual mouth, so full, so luscious that she yearned to feel it pressed upon hers, she slid her gaze downward.
Her hands itched to follow along, touch each glorious inch of this demon-man to find out if he felt as real as he seemed. But until he released her from her state of prostration, she was fated to merely complete her inspection visually. All the while, she struggled with the unwanted desire to have something she knew would surely bring her damnation.
Then her gaze dropped to his naked groin. The tool belt no longer hid the massive male pleasure device he possessed. Her eyes grew round with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. "Holy shit," she whispered.
Malthus chuckled in response. "There's nothing holy about this."
A delicious shudder wracked her pelvis when his erect shaft bobbed toward her center like a divining rod to water. Catrina bit her bottom lip as moisture seeped through the crotch of her panties. When she met his searing gaze, she realized his statement rang true, in more ways than one.
Shannon Leigh
Amber Quill Assistant Review Coordinator
"Giving readers the O in their erOtica."
Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
*Nana's Little Black Book--calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty--the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales--not your average bedtime story.*
Guess what? It's Friday, and you know what that means. Yep, Shannon Leigh will be saying her final farewell for this visit! If we ask her nicely, maybe she will come back really soon.
Shannon, it's been a pleasure and I thank you for sharing so much of yourself, your characters and your wonderful books!
Let's take a look at the last of the books she's been so kind to spotlight... Nana'a Little Black Book....
(yeah, I don't think too many Nana's have his number in their little black book, but this cougar probably should) =^-^=
[image error]
A firm believer in alternative medicine, Catrina's recently deceased grandmother had a tincture or tea to cure everything from sore throats to insomnia. But when Catrina discovers a secret vault beneath the braided carpet in Nana's room, one filled with various artifacts of magic, to say she was befuddled would be an understatement. What secrets had died with her mysterious Nana? And what ones would she discover within this strange treasure trove? One item in particular draws her attention, a little black book that seems widely out of place. As she investigates this strange tome, Catrina discovers that it's a phone book for summoning a male demon who will carry out whatever duty the bookkeeper requires of him. Inadvertently, her fingers brush the calling pad within, bringing for Malthus, the Earl of Hell. While his previous tasks for her Nana mainly included general carpentry, Malthus plans on fulfilling some of Catrina's more carnal needs as well…
EXCERPT: She watched in silent terror as Malthus approached. "I have in my command, twenty-six legions of demons. Warriors, who build towers to fill with ammunition and weapons. Soldiers prepared to battle wherever it is requested of us."
By the time he stood directly before her, his form had shrunk to its original size—that of a six-foot-seven, strongly built man. His hair, first the color of a raven's wing, had faded into a chestnut brown highlighted with streaks of amber fire. And his eyes, before as black as night, like two onyx orbs of eternity, had now become pure and translucent, blue ice ringed and flecked with shards of sapphire that glowed with a strange phosphorescent shine like they were fueled by electricity.
Catrina held her breath when he brought his handsome face mere inches from hers. Her eyes instantly took in the chiseled line of his square jaw, the sharp ridge of his aquiline nose, the flesh-colored tint of his sensual mouth. In a matter of seconds, he'd gone from terrifying to tantalizing.
Dear, God. He must be a demon for sure. "What…what did you do for Nana?" she stammered, her own voice seemingly lodged within her windpipe.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well now, that all depended on what it was she was in need for. But you can bet, when I was done, I left her begging for more."
His words were almost confusing, purposely twisted, and rhythmic in nature. Be careful, Catrina, she warned herself. He's a sly one.
As though reading her mind, he began to chuckle. "Indeed." The word was drawn out. It swirled in the air around her face, fanning her cheeks like a gentle caress.
She felt a heated thrill race through her insides. It centered in her pelvis before radiating down to her apex. Were her legs not frozen, held slightly apart by an invisible force, she would have squeezed them closed to still the maddening tingle at the juncture of her thighs.
Catrina gasped as his gaze raked her form, the look in his eyes clearly carnal. His tongue darted out to slide suggestively along his full bottom lip. It wasn't forked or barbed, as she would have expected, but rather thick with a rounded tip, and looked capable of providing more exquisite pleasure than she cared to dwell on.
"And what is it, my dear, that you're in need of?" His pupils sparkled like two-carat diamonds, blindingly white with unmatchable cut and clarity.
Catrina turned her head aside, fearing her ability to resist his seductive charm. "I don't need—"
He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Don't lie to me, Cat. I already know what you desire. Just give me some time, and I'm sure to light your fire."
Catrina squeezed her eyes shut. "If…" She bit her bottom lip to still its trembling.
Seeming to sense her unease, he asked, "Would you feel less intimidated, were I in my natural form?"
Her gaze met his. A multitude of horrific beasts popped into her head. While his current shape certainly clouded her judgment, she wasn't too sure she wanted to see his true appearance.
"I…I don't know. It depends on what—"
Before she could finish, he'd taken a few steps back and his body instantly transformed into that of a massive Marabou Stork. The heavy tool belt clattered to the floor near his taloned feet, along with Nana's little black book.
As though being cooped within the body of a human had cramped his wings, he stretched them wide. Catrina gasped with a mixture of astonishment and awe. From wingtip to wingtip, the span was nearly nine feet.
His bare head and neck reminded her of a vulture's—peachy-red in color and textured with warty nodules. The long feathers on his back and wings glistened like black oil with an iridescent green gloss, a stark contrast to the short down on his white belly and under-parts.
His huge bill was long and sharp—ostensibly deadly. While the pink gular sack at his throat looked as harmless as a plastic sack. With his white fluffy neck ruff and long black legs, she couldn't help but find this creature strikingly regal, albeit equally terrifying.
He clacked his pointed beak a few times before tilting it toward the ceiling. Then he swayed back and forth—wings stretched wide, neck arched—issuing a loud hollow bellow, which vibrated from deep within his throat.
When he'd finished with the strange song, he pierced her with solid ebony eyes. There were no pupils within their bottomless depths, no white pinhole gleam from the overhead light. Just two black beads, much like those you'd find on a lifeless doll, yet they seemed to stare straight through to her soul.
As the Marabou approached, Catrina pressed herself more firmly against the wall. It was true she'd been intimidated by the overwhelming maleness of the human form of this demon. But the idea of being pecked to death or torn to shreds by his razor-sharp bill was nearly more than she could stomach.
Fear rose in the back of her throat, burning her tongue. "I think I prefer your former shape," she squeaked, trying not to focus on the daunting point of his beak.
Malthus tilted his head back and let out what resembled a clucking titter. Then he spread his wings once again. "As you wish, my dear."
The change from bird to man occurred a little more slowly than before. Catrina watched, no less amazed this time, as the feathers on his wingtips pulled back to reveal strong fingers beneath, then hands. Next came his thick forearms, bulging biceps, and broad shoulders. It was almost like peeling a banana from its skin as his bird-like form slowly stripped away to expose the male human-likeness inside. Muscled pectorals rippled and flexed as he stretched his elongating spine. White downy feathers turned to washboard abs as his stomach and waist took shape.
His black, stick legs and taloned feet split down the center, then parted, as thick thighs and strong calves exploded through, brawny and tanned, like tree-trunks. Strangely enough, the final transformation to occur was his face. For a brief instance, he was a strapping, viral man with the head of a stork, like some sort of living Egyptian hieroglyphic. Then the mask lifted and he was human once again.
"Is this better?" he asked with an air of innocence that made her insides quiver with primordial need.
Malthus gave her a knowing smile. His teeth were so perfect and white—a stark contrast in his bronzed face—that Catrina almost forgot he'd had a beak merely seconds before. Her eyes locked on his lips as they parted and his thick tongue darted out to moisten the bottom one as he'd done before.
Unable to find her voice, she merely nodded. Tearing her attention from that sensual mouth, so full, so luscious that she yearned to feel it pressed upon hers, she slid her gaze downward.
Her hands itched to follow along, touch each glorious inch of this demon-man to find out if he felt as real as he seemed. But until he released her from her state of prostration, she was fated to merely complete her inspection visually. All the while, she struggled with the unwanted desire to have something she knew would surely bring her damnation.
Then her gaze dropped to his naked groin. The tool belt no longer hid the massive male pleasure device he possessed. Her eyes grew round with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. "Holy shit," she whispered.
Malthus chuckled in response. "There's nothing holy about this."
A delicious shudder wracked her pelvis when his erect shaft bobbed toward her center like a divining rod to water. Catrina bit her bottom lip as moisture seeped through the crotch of her panties. When she met his searing gaze, she realized his statement rang true, in more ways than one.
Shannon Leigh
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*Nana's Little Black Book--calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty--the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales--not your average bedtime story.*
June 9, 2011
Today, Shannon Leigh is here to dazzle us with another of...
Today, Shannon Leigh is here to dazzle us with another of her terrific books.
This one is sure to be hot.... I mean, just take a look at that cover... need I say more?
Let's see just what we can discover behind those sexy abs....
Erotikos.... here we come...
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It's been a long time since Renee and her two friends have gotten together for a girl's night in. What could possibly be more fun than drinking margaritas, gossiping about their recent bed-partners, and playing drunken rounds of Twister until they all pass out? But when Mina shows up toting a bottle of José Cuervo Gold in one arm, and a strange game named Erotikos in the other, the girls' evening is about to get a lot more interesting. Even before they remove the contents, Renee senses something amiss. This is no ordinary game. Erotikos promises pleasures galore and adventures filled with sexual delight. But how can a cardboard pastime with its small stack of cards, two oddly marked die, and eight pewter men accomplish all this? After reading the instructions, the girls select their character pieces—an Indian, a selkie, and a vampire. Three men of varying backgrounds, but all sexy as sin and tantillizing to the eye. With a roll of the dice, the game begins, and the three women soon find themselves pulled into a place where their wildest fantasies come to life...
Excerpt:The dice seemed to roll in slow motion, tumbling angle over side several times before coming to rest a few inches from the opposite corner of Renee's starting point. She leaned forward, her insides a jumble of unease as she read her fate.
Snake eyes.
Renee moved her character forward two spaces. "'Warriors and Rituals, a proud race are the Sioux. Select your card, the number is two.'"
She glanced first at Candi, then Mina. "You sure about this?"
"It's a game, Renee. What could happen?" Mina crossed her arms over her chest with an annoyed huff.
"This is me, drinking," Candi announced, reaching for the José.
Renee snatched the bottle first. "Okay, I give. No more drinking."
She set the José on the floor, well out of everyone's reach, then regarded her card. It still lay facedown on the board, waiting for her to pick it up. With a shaking hand, she placed the tip of her index finger on the card's backside and slowly slid it toward her.
"Here goes."
The room became uncomfortably quiet as Renee grasped the card by its edge and turned it over. Mina and Candi leaned forward, curiosity gleaming in their unwavering stares. Feeling as though she sealed some inexplicable fate, Renee read her adventure aloud.
"'Eyanosa, a great Lakota Sioux warrior in South Dakota, has taken part in The Sun Dance ritual in hopes that an emissary of the Wakan Tanka will return to bring peace and prosperity to his people. Your appearance will comfort his heart, but he craves the warmth of your flesh to soothe his soul.'"
When she'd finished, Renee regarded her friends with nauseating unease. Her insides roiled with apprehension. Was that it?
Instinctively she sensed something was about to happen, but she had no clue as to what that might be. They were three half-drunk women playing a stupid board game that Mina had seduced out the hands of an old gypsy woman's adolescent grandson. What could happen?
She was about to suggest they just put away the dumb game when Candi yelled, "Look!" practically scaring her out of her skin.
"Look at the orb in the middle!" Suddenly sober with excitement, Candi reared up on her knees. With both hands firmly planted on either side of the board, she hovered over the game, her expression a mixture of awe and anticipation.
Mina inclined her head, squinting as the white swirling words within the orb's center began to take shape. "What's that say?"
Almost against her own will, Renee felt her upper body sway forward, too. Unable to deny her curiosity, she deciphered the hazy message. "It looks like…'Do you three agree?'"
"Agree to what?" Candi asked as she deflated back against the couch, her momentary thrill in danger of expiring to her characteristic boredom.
"Well, to the adventures, of course," Mina snorted. "What else could it be?"
They all fell silent, exchanging looks of agreement, excitement, and unease in a room that suddenly seemed void of all objects and sound. It was almost as though a vacuum had sucked away everything but the three of them and this game. Renee felt weightless and drunk, but she sensed her surrealistic state wasn't caused by alcohol.
Something else was amiss.
Mina and Candi nodded in unison, their wordless affirmations a bold and persuasive declaration to her instinctive rebellion, which screamed at her to decline.Obligation weighed on her like a woolen cloak soaked by rain. Before she could rationalize her behavior, she felt her chin dip forward in consent.
The room started to spin in a fashion similar to times when she'd awakened in the morning after having far too much to drink. But unlike then, her mind wasn't distorted; rather, everything around had begun to move. Shifting, turning, the colors melding together like they did on one of those spinning art trays that slug paint together in a fashion no human hand could create.
Renee's vision strained against the ambiance, searching for her friends, whom she knew were seated a mere few feet away. Panic rioted her insides when she saw that Candi was gone. Before she even looked, she knew Mina would be, too.
Pressure surrounded her on all sides, making it near impossible to move. She fought the resistance, struggling to turn her head to the right. She managed an inch or two, enough to confirm her fear.
Tears blurred her already fuzzy gaze as her terror grew. They slipped from the corners of her eyes, but never reached her cheeks. The air around her sucked them from her skin and into the ever-growing vortex around her.
Renee opened her mouth to scream, but the words seemed also lost in the churning eddy. She felt herself being lifted off the ground and drawn forward, pulled toward the coffee table. And as her paralyzed frame hovered in the air above the game, her nose mere inches from the now-wordless orb, she realized how they would complete their turns.
We're going in.
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Shannon Leigh
Amber Quill Assistant Review Coordinator
"Giving readers the O in their erOtica."
Website: http://shannonleigh.org
Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/
*Nana's Little Black Book--calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty--the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales--not your average bedtime story.*
This one is sure to be hot.... I mean, just take a look at that cover... need I say more?
Let's see just what we can discover behind those sexy abs....
Erotikos.... here we come...
[image error]
It's been a long time since Renee and her two friends have gotten together for a girl's night in. What could possibly be more fun than drinking margaritas, gossiping about their recent bed-partners, and playing drunken rounds of Twister until they all pass out? But when Mina shows up toting a bottle of José Cuervo Gold in one arm, and a strange game named Erotikos in the other, the girls' evening is about to get a lot more interesting. Even before they remove the contents, Renee senses something amiss. This is no ordinary game. Erotikos promises pleasures galore and adventures filled with sexual delight. But how can a cardboard pastime with its small stack of cards, two oddly marked die, and eight pewter men accomplish all this? After reading the instructions, the girls select their character pieces—an Indian, a selkie, and a vampire. Three men of varying backgrounds, but all sexy as sin and tantillizing to the eye. With a roll of the dice, the game begins, and the three women soon find themselves pulled into a place where their wildest fantasies come to life...
Excerpt:The dice seemed to roll in slow motion, tumbling angle over side several times before coming to rest a few inches from the opposite corner of Renee's starting point. She leaned forward, her insides a jumble of unease as she read her fate.
Snake eyes.
Renee moved her character forward two spaces. "'Warriors and Rituals, a proud race are the Sioux. Select your card, the number is two.'"
She glanced first at Candi, then Mina. "You sure about this?"
"It's a game, Renee. What could happen?" Mina crossed her arms over her chest with an annoyed huff.
"This is me, drinking," Candi announced, reaching for the José.
Renee snatched the bottle first. "Okay, I give. No more drinking."
She set the José on the floor, well out of everyone's reach, then regarded her card. It still lay facedown on the board, waiting for her to pick it up. With a shaking hand, she placed the tip of her index finger on the card's backside and slowly slid it toward her.
"Here goes."
The room became uncomfortably quiet as Renee grasped the card by its edge and turned it over. Mina and Candi leaned forward, curiosity gleaming in their unwavering stares. Feeling as though she sealed some inexplicable fate, Renee read her adventure aloud.
"'Eyanosa, a great Lakota Sioux warrior in South Dakota, has taken part in The Sun Dance ritual in hopes that an emissary of the Wakan Tanka will return to bring peace and prosperity to his people. Your appearance will comfort his heart, but he craves the warmth of your flesh to soothe his soul.'"
When she'd finished, Renee regarded her friends with nauseating unease. Her insides roiled with apprehension. Was that it?
Instinctively she sensed something was about to happen, but she had no clue as to what that might be. They were three half-drunk women playing a stupid board game that Mina had seduced out the hands of an old gypsy woman's adolescent grandson. What could happen?
She was about to suggest they just put away the dumb game when Candi yelled, "Look!" practically scaring her out of her skin.
"Look at the orb in the middle!" Suddenly sober with excitement, Candi reared up on her knees. With both hands firmly planted on either side of the board, she hovered over the game, her expression a mixture of awe and anticipation.
Mina inclined her head, squinting as the white swirling words within the orb's center began to take shape. "What's that say?"
Almost against her own will, Renee felt her upper body sway forward, too. Unable to deny her curiosity, she deciphered the hazy message. "It looks like…'Do you three agree?'"
"Agree to what?" Candi asked as she deflated back against the couch, her momentary thrill in danger of expiring to her characteristic boredom.
"Well, to the adventures, of course," Mina snorted. "What else could it be?"
They all fell silent, exchanging looks of agreement, excitement, and unease in a room that suddenly seemed void of all objects and sound. It was almost as though a vacuum had sucked away everything but the three of them and this game. Renee felt weightless and drunk, but she sensed her surrealistic state wasn't caused by alcohol.
Something else was amiss.
Mina and Candi nodded in unison, their wordless affirmations a bold and persuasive declaration to her instinctive rebellion, which screamed at her to decline.Obligation weighed on her like a woolen cloak soaked by rain. Before she could rationalize her behavior, she felt her chin dip forward in consent.
The room started to spin in a fashion similar to times when she'd awakened in the morning after having far too much to drink. But unlike then, her mind wasn't distorted; rather, everything around had begun to move. Shifting, turning, the colors melding together like they did on one of those spinning art trays that slug paint together in a fashion no human hand could create.
Renee's vision strained against the ambiance, searching for her friends, whom she knew were seated a mere few feet away. Panic rioted her insides when she saw that Candi was gone. Before she even looked, she knew Mina would be, too.
Pressure surrounded her on all sides, making it near impossible to move. She fought the resistance, struggling to turn her head to the right. She managed an inch or two, enough to confirm her fear.
Tears blurred her already fuzzy gaze as her terror grew. They slipped from the corners of her eyes, but never reached her cheeks. The air around her sucked them from her skin and into the ever-growing vortex around her.
Renee opened her mouth to scream, but the words seemed also lost in the churning eddy. She felt herself being lifted off the ground and drawn forward, pulled toward the coffee table. And as her paralyzed frame hovered in the air above the game, her nose mere inches from the now-wordless orb, she realized how they would complete their turns.
We're going in.
Links:Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
Shannon Leigh
Amber Quill Assistant Review Coordinator
"Giving readers the O in their erOtica."
Website: http://shannonleigh.org
Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/
*Nana's Little Black Book--calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty--the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales--not your average bedtime story.*
June 8, 2011
Welcome back everyone!!! Are you ready for some more fun?...
Welcome back everyone!!! Are you ready for some more fun?? I sure am!!
I wonder what Shannon Leigh has planned for us today...hmmmm?? Well there's no better time to find out than NOW!!!
**Robin scrolls down to take a peek**
Ahhhh! My favorite!! A little one on one time with Cray and Cassandra, characters from...
"Lycan Lore"
[image error] Being the tag-along on a camping trip with Heather and Graham is not what Cassandra has in mind for her long weekend. When a tall, dark stranger with staggering green eyes shows up to lend a hand with her tent assembly from Hell, however, she has to rethink her predicament. Despite the mixture of excitement and apprehension he incites with his soul-startling stare, the possibility that she's just found her brawny Tarzan in the depths of Redwood National Park suddenly doesn't seem so absurd.
Cray feels an equally potent draw to the fiery redhead with the soft hazel eyes, attractive features, and tempting shape. Despite his resolve, she provokes a primordial calling he's long sought to contain. He wants this female, he can't deny, but he knows giving in to such unabashed urges can lead to disaster, and he refuses to sentence this woman to his own horrid fate.
But just as powerful as Cray's attraction is his unexpected surge of protectiveness. There's something about Cassandra's male friend that needles his suspicion. Graham invokes Cray's predatory sense of dominance, and that doesn't bode well. If his instincts are correct, Cray knows Graham is more than he appears and Cassandra's life is in danger...
Shannon Leigh: "Good afternoon everyone. Glad you could make it. Joining me today is a couple of the Characters from Lycan Lore, Cassandra and Cray." She turns toward the pretty young Woman with soft hazel eyes and fiery red hair that hangs in soft waves about her shoulders. "Let's start with Cassandra. Tell us how you ended up in Prairie Creek Park."
Cassandra: "My best friend Heather thought it'd be the perfect place for me to meet a guy." She rolls her eyes. "Of course, she was right, but not quite in the manner she'd intended. For the most part, the only men I saw were either sporting a spare tire around their midriff, or a female counterpart and a succession of kids. Not exactly the Tarzan I had in mind."
Shannon Leigh: Chuckles as Cassandra's sarcasm. "So how did you finally meet Cray?" She casts a quick glance at him, her gaze taking in his muscled frame from the bottom of his large, weathered brown work-boots to the dark locks of chocolate-colored hair feathering his brow.
Cassandra: "Cray was gracious enough to save me from my tent disaster," she explains, interrupting Shannon's wandering thoughts. "I'd just about given up, resigning myself to sleeping on the ground on my blowup mattress and pink camouflaged sleeping bag, despite the fact I'd be a smorgasbord for the mosquitoes."
Shannon Leigh: "So he stepped in and rescued the damsel in distress, looks like you discovered a Tarzan after all. Let's move on to Cray. I'm going to skip all the small talk and get to the nitty-gritty. You're a werewolf, is that correct?"
His striking green eyes bore into hers, causing her to catch her breath. The stark hue of Spring leaves, they didn't look real, rather, ethereal. Surely Mother Nature herself had gifted him with those eyes, Or perhaps the devil had granted that soul-startling stare, for there was certainly something feral within those neon depths that made her heart pound with a mixture of excitement and fear. She feels a flutter in the pit of her stomach as she returns his gaze, taking in all the striking details of his handsome face: the day's worth of near black stubble covering his square chin and sharp jaw, and the appealing tilt to his firm mouth.
Cray: Shrugs. "I suppose I am."
Shannon Leigh: Regains her composure. "But you're not just any werewolf, are you, you're a hunter. Can you enlighten us on what you do?"
Cray: "I hunt and kill my own kind," he replies bluntly.
Shannon Leigh: Cringes. "Seems a little hypocritical, don't you think?"
Cray: "Does it? Only lycans born into their fate can control their feral urges, their change. Those who are made are nothing more than vicious killers. They can't control their bloodlust and the moon dictates their physical shift."
Shannon Leigh: "So you're a protector of humanity, despite your own lycan heritage. It must be very difficult for you."
Cray: Shrugs again. "I can't say it's something you get used to, I don't like my job, but someone has to do it."
Shannon Leigh: "Cassandra, what do you think about all this?"
Cassandra: Laughs. "I never believed in werewolves or vampires, or anything paranormal."
Shannon Leigh: Interrupts Cassandra. "You're saying there's vampires, too?"
Cray: Chuckles as though amused by her naiveté. "There's a whole lot of things most humans aren't aware of. Lucky for you, there's guys like me trying to keep it that way."
Shannon Leigh: "You said you can change at will, right? Would you…change for the audience?"
Cray: Gives her a wolfish smile. "Maybe at the end of the interview."
Shannon Leigh: "Let's get back to Cassandra. You were talking about your feelings on all of this."
Cassandra: "I did a study in college on Therianthropy, the mental transformation of a human into some sort of animal form where the subject displays characteristics of both—boy was that a wasted $500 bucks! Anyway, what I learned was that lycanthropes were people who believed they were werewolves. They would carry on like the animal they thought they were—crawling about on their hands and feet, snarling, growling, clawing at the air, even eating raw meat—but none displayed any physical change. In those studies, all subjects were diagnosed with schizophrenia."
Shannon Leigh: "But Cray has just confirmed that he's an actual werewolf. Were those studies wrong?"
Cray: "No, they were right, those people were nuts."
Shannon Leigh: "Then how do you explain your claim?"
Cray: "They weren't studying the real thing."
Shannon Leigh:Starts to feel like Cray and Cassandra are pulling her leg. She'd believe Cray was a werewolf when saw it. Until then, she'd just play along. "So Cassandra, you're dilemma now is that you have a rabid wolf after you, is that correct?"
Cassandra: Nods, her expression somber. "Unfortunately, yes."
Shannon Leigh: "But you have this strapping werewolf hunter to protect you. That must make you feel safe."
Cassandra: Smiles at Cray, her eyes full of warmth and love. "Yes. I do."
Shannon Leigh: "Why won't this other lycan stop hunting you? You'd think he'd be afraid of Cray. Afterall, he does hunt and kill feral wolves, right?"
Cray: "Once a wolf scents its prey, it won't stop until it makes the kill. That's why they have to be killed."
Shannon Leigh: "But you're different, aren't you."
Cray: "I was born a lycan; I can control my bloodlust, though, it takes time and constant practice."
He green eyes take on a faint glow, a look of hunger in their smoldering depths.
Shannon Leigh: Swallows against the sudden dryness in her throat. "How long have you been alive, Cray?"
Cray: Grins. "Longer than I care to admit."
Shannon Leigh: Smiles in return. "I think that pretty much wraps up this interview. Cassandra, I wish you the best of luck and hopefully your hunter will do a good job. Cray, I think the audience would like a demonstration, I know I would."
Cray: "If you insist. But don't freak out. It's not something most people see and live to tell about it."
Shannon Leigh: Shannon Leigh nods and leans forward in her chair, anxious to see this for herself. Cray stands and begins removing his boots. His blue and red plaid shirt and white tank are the next to go. A nest of dark curls cover his massive chest. She has the strange urge to run her hands along his bulging pecs and taut abs. He reaches for the button on his worn jeans and she's suddenly grateful her show is rated mature. Yanking off his pants, he's left standing before her, completely nude.She feels desire claw at her insides as she takes in his full, luscious form. "Is that really…necessary," she squeaks, unable to tear her gaze from his semi-erect cock. She longs to tangle her fingers in the dark wiry curls shrouding his rod.
Cray: "I like those jeans," he replies, as though standing nude before an audience doesn't phase him at all.
Cassandra:Giggles, obviously finding humor in Shannon's unease.
Shannon Leigh: "Well then," she says, clearing her throat once again, this time to swallow her own drool. "Let's get this demonstration going, shall we?"
Cray:With a nod of his head, he holds his arms out to his side. Dropping his head back, he lets out a ferocious bellow as his body begins to morph. Shannon Leigh holds back a scream as bones crack and muscles swell. His gorgeous form quickly changes into something she's only read about in fiction books or seen on a movie screen. No longer human, his hunkered form resembles more of a strange mix of dog and beast. Her gaze rivets on the razor sharp teeth lining his massive jaw. Gulping with terror, she leaps from her seat and backs several feet away.
Shannon Leigh: Holds her hands out before her as Cray—now a hideous creature that will surely haunt her sleep for years to come—takes a step toward her, his black lips pulled back in a snarl-like smile. "I think you've provided an adequate demonstration, Cray. I'd like for you to return to your human form now. If you don't mind."
Cray:With an acquiescent nod, the creature quickly transform into his prior, handsome self. Once again in his human form, Cray picks up his discarded clothes and begins putting them back on. Redressed, he drops into his chair and smiles. "Believe me now?" he asks with a sardonic grin.
Shannon Leigh: Despite her trembling limbs, manages to retake her seat. "Y…yes," she stammers, hating the quiver in her voice. Can't animals sense fear? She turns to her audience, wondering if they're as shaken up as her. "One things for certain, this was an experience none of us will soon forget. Thanks for joining us folks, sleep tight. Don't let the um…werewolves bite."
Title: Lycan LoreAuthor: Shannon LeighAuthor Website: http://shannonleigh.orgISBN #: 978-1-60272-137-1Genre: Short Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy/WerewolfPublisher: Amber Quill PressPurchase URL: http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/LycanLore.html
Links: Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
Shannon Leigh
Amber Quill Assistant Review Coordinator
"Giving readers the O in their erOtica."
Website: http://shannonleigh.org
Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/
*Nana's Little Black Book--calling all incubi*
*Chasing Booty--the payoff is too good to pass up.*
*Dark Tales--not your average bedtime story.*
I wonder what Shannon Leigh has planned for us today...hmmmm?? Well there's no better time to find out than NOW!!!
**Robin scrolls down to take a peek**
Ahhhh! My favorite!! A little one on one time with Cray and Cassandra, characters from...
"Lycan Lore"
[image error] Being the tag-along on a camping trip with Heather and Graham is not what Cassandra has in mind for her long weekend. When a tall, dark stranger with staggering green eyes shows up to lend a hand with her tent assembly from Hell, however, she has to rethink her predicament. Despite the mixture of excitement and apprehension he incites with his soul-startling stare, the possibility that she's just found her brawny Tarzan in the depths of Redwood National Park suddenly doesn't seem so absurd.
Cray feels an equally potent draw to the fiery redhead with the soft hazel eyes, attractive features, and tempting shape. Despite his resolve, she provokes a primordial calling he's long sought to contain. He wants this female, he can't deny, but he knows giving in to such unabashed urges can lead to disaster, and he refuses to sentence this woman to his own horrid fate.
But just as powerful as Cray's attraction is his unexpected surge of protectiveness. There's something about Cassandra's male friend that needles his suspicion. Graham invokes Cray's predatory sense of dominance, and that doesn't bode well. If his instincts are correct, Cray knows Graham is more than he appears and Cassandra's life is in danger...
Shannon Leigh: "Good afternoon everyone. Glad you could make it. Joining me today is a couple of the Characters from Lycan Lore, Cassandra and Cray." She turns toward the pretty young Woman with soft hazel eyes and fiery red hair that hangs in soft waves about her shoulders. "Let's start with Cassandra. Tell us how you ended up in Prairie Creek Park."
Cassandra: "My best friend Heather thought it'd be the perfect place for me to meet a guy." She rolls her eyes. "Of course, she was right, but not quite in the manner she'd intended. For the most part, the only men I saw were either sporting a spare tire around their midriff, or a female counterpart and a succession of kids. Not exactly the Tarzan I had in mind."
Shannon Leigh: Chuckles as Cassandra's sarcasm. "So how did you finally meet Cray?" She casts a quick glance at him, her gaze taking in his muscled frame from the bottom of his large, weathered brown work-boots to the dark locks of chocolate-colored hair feathering his brow.
Cassandra: "Cray was gracious enough to save me from my tent disaster," she explains, interrupting Shannon's wandering thoughts. "I'd just about given up, resigning myself to sleeping on the ground on my blowup mattress and pink camouflaged sleeping bag, despite the fact I'd be a smorgasbord for the mosquitoes."
Shannon Leigh: "So he stepped in and rescued the damsel in distress, looks like you discovered a Tarzan after all. Let's move on to Cray. I'm going to skip all the small talk and get to the nitty-gritty. You're a werewolf, is that correct?"
His striking green eyes bore into hers, causing her to catch her breath. The stark hue of Spring leaves, they didn't look real, rather, ethereal. Surely Mother Nature herself had gifted him with those eyes, Or perhaps the devil had granted that soul-startling stare, for there was certainly something feral within those neon depths that made her heart pound with a mixture of excitement and fear. She feels a flutter in the pit of her stomach as she returns his gaze, taking in all the striking details of his handsome face: the day's worth of near black stubble covering his square chin and sharp jaw, and the appealing tilt to his firm mouth.
Cray: Shrugs. "I suppose I am."
Shannon Leigh: Regains her composure. "But you're not just any werewolf, are you, you're a hunter. Can you enlighten us on what you do?"
Cray: "I hunt and kill my own kind," he replies bluntly.
Shannon Leigh: Cringes. "Seems a little hypocritical, don't you think?"
Cray: "Does it? Only lycans born into their fate can control their feral urges, their change. Those who are made are nothing more than vicious killers. They can't control their bloodlust and the moon dictates their physical shift."
Shannon Leigh: "So you're a protector of humanity, despite your own lycan heritage. It must be very difficult for you."
Cray: Shrugs again. "I can't say it's something you get used to, I don't like my job, but someone has to do it."
Shannon Leigh: "Cassandra, what do you think about all this?"
Cassandra: Laughs. "I never believed in werewolves or vampires, or anything paranormal."
Shannon Leigh: Interrupts Cassandra. "You're saying there's vampires, too?"
Cray: Chuckles as though amused by her naiveté. "There's a whole lot of things most humans aren't aware of. Lucky for you, there's guys like me trying to keep it that way."
Shannon Leigh: "You said you can change at will, right? Would you…change for the audience?"
Cray: Gives her a wolfish smile. "Maybe at the end of the interview."
Shannon Leigh: "Let's get back to Cassandra. You were talking about your feelings on all of this."
Cassandra: "I did a study in college on Therianthropy, the mental transformation of a human into some sort of animal form where the subject displays characteristics of both—boy was that a wasted $500 bucks! Anyway, what I learned was that lycanthropes were people who believed they were werewolves. They would carry on like the animal they thought they were—crawling about on their hands and feet, snarling, growling, clawing at the air, even eating raw meat—but none displayed any physical change. In those studies, all subjects were diagnosed with schizophrenia."
Shannon Leigh: "But Cray has just confirmed that he's an actual werewolf. Were those studies wrong?"
Cray: "No, they were right, those people were nuts."
Shannon Leigh: "Then how do you explain your claim?"
Cray: "They weren't studying the real thing."
Shannon Leigh:Starts to feel like Cray and Cassandra are pulling her leg. She'd believe Cray was a werewolf when saw it. Until then, she'd just play along. "So Cassandra, you're dilemma now is that you have a rabid wolf after you, is that correct?"
Cassandra: Nods, her expression somber. "Unfortunately, yes."
Shannon Leigh: "But you have this strapping werewolf hunter to protect you. That must make you feel safe."
Cassandra: Smiles at Cray, her eyes full of warmth and love. "Yes. I do."
Shannon Leigh: "Why won't this other lycan stop hunting you? You'd think he'd be afraid of Cray. Afterall, he does hunt and kill feral wolves, right?"
Cray: "Once a wolf scents its prey, it won't stop until it makes the kill. That's why they have to be killed."
Shannon Leigh: "But you're different, aren't you."
Cray: "I was born a lycan; I can control my bloodlust, though, it takes time and constant practice."
He green eyes take on a faint glow, a look of hunger in their smoldering depths.
Shannon Leigh: Swallows against the sudden dryness in her throat. "How long have you been alive, Cray?"
Cray: Grins. "Longer than I care to admit."
Shannon Leigh: Smiles in return. "I think that pretty much wraps up this interview. Cassandra, I wish you the best of luck and hopefully your hunter will do a good job. Cray, I think the audience would like a demonstration, I know I would."
Cray: "If you insist. But don't freak out. It's not something most people see and live to tell about it."
Shannon Leigh: Shannon Leigh nods and leans forward in her chair, anxious to see this for herself. Cray stands and begins removing his boots. His blue and red plaid shirt and white tank are the next to go. A nest of dark curls cover his massive chest. She has the strange urge to run her hands along his bulging pecs and taut abs. He reaches for the button on his worn jeans and she's suddenly grateful her show is rated mature. Yanking off his pants, he's left standing before her, completely nude.She feels desire claw at her insides as she takes in his full, luscious form. "Is that really…necessary," she squeaks, unable to tear her gaze from his semi-erect cock. She longs to tangle her fingers in the dark wiry curls shrouding his rod.
Cray: "I like those jeans," he replies, as though standing nude before an audience doesn't phase him at all.
Cassandra:Giggles, obviously finding humor in Shannon's unease.
Shannon Leigh: "Well then," she says, clearing her throat once again, this time to swallow her own drool. "Let's get this demonstration going, shall we?"
Cray:With a nod of his head, he holds his arms out to his side. Dropping his head back, he lets out a ferocious bellow as his body begins to morph. Shannon Leigh holds back a scream as bones crack and muscles swell. His gorgeous form quickly changes into something she's only read about in fiction books or seen on a movie screen. No longer human, his hunkered form resembles more of a strange mix of dog and beast. Her gaze rivets on the razor sharp teeth lining his massive jaw. Gulping with terror, she leaps from her seat and backs several feet away.
Shannon Leigh: Holds her hands out before her as Cray—now a hideous creature that will surely haunt her sleep for years to come—takes a step toward her, his black lips pulled back in a snarl-like smile. "I think you've provided an adequate demonstration, Cray. I'd like for you to return to your human form now. If you don't mind."
Cray:With an acquiescent nod, the creature quickly transform into his prior, handsome self. Once again in his human form, Cray picks up his discarded clothes and begins putting them back on. Redressed, he drops into his chair and smiles. "Believe me now?" he asks with a sardonic grin.
Shannon Leigh: Despite her trembling limbs, manages to retake her seat. "Y…yes," she stammers, hating the quiver in her voice. Can't animals sense fear? She turns to her audience, wondering if they're as shaken up as her. "One things for certain, this was an experience none of us will soon forget. Thanks for joining us folks, sleep tight. Don't let the um…werewolves bite."
Title: Lycan LoreAuthor: Shannon LeighAuthor Website: http://shannonleigh.orgISBN #: 978-1-60272-137-1Genre: Short Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy/WerewolfPublisher: Amber Quill PressPurchase URL: http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/LycanLore.html
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June 7, 2011
Welcome back, Shannon Leigh!!
Today we take a look at an...
Welcome back, Shannon Leigh!!
Today we take a look at another of this talented author's goodies and guess what... we get to chase some booty while were at it!! Is it a sunken treasure chest filled with silver and gold or a treasure of another kind that will leave us all hot and bothered?? Well, let's just find out!!
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When cops can't catch the most-wanted criminals, they hire Gaelyn. She comes from a long line of bounty hunters, including her father, uncle, and grandfather. Extensive training in weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, and adverse conditions has seasoned her into a formidable opponent against any contracted hit, whether male, female, alien, or human. She has little fear of the unknown and thrives on adventure.
Only one other hunter matches her status—Reese, a Trøndite from the small planet of Sør-Trøndalag in the Capricornus Sector. And the man has a knack for stealing her contracts. Both cunning and gorgeous, the mix doesn't seem quite fair. But attractiveness holds little power over money. Reese had beaten Gaelyn out of a half-year's pay a scarce three months ago, and she'll be damned if he'll outwit her again.
Thinking she's duped Reese back onto Jupiter, Gaelyn isn't too happy when she runs into him on Quaoar at the Blue Moon, an authentic hole-in-the-wall bar tucked at the end of a narrow alley in what would be considered the rough part of town; just the place to find her contracted hit. But Reese not only has the information she needs to find her mark, he also has a business proposal that's too tempting to pass up. And a partnership with Reese just might prove rewarding in a way Gaelyn never expects.
EXCERPT:
An empty alley greeted her. She scanned the pathway from front to back, top to bottom, slowly making her way behind the bar. It appeared as though he'd vanished. He's here… Her eyes strained to see an outline, a shape, anything. I know he's here! But without her de-cloaking goggles, she'd never see him, even if he stood against the wall right in front of her. That slimy son of a… She spotted what looked to be an article of clothing tucked behind a pile of empty crates near the back door. Using the toe of her boot, she pulled the item from its hiding spot. Instantly recognizing the khaki pants, she knew she'd been duped. "Dammit!" Re-holstering her weapon, she retraced her steps and went back inside the bar. Ignoring the bewildered patrons who'd all stopped to watch her entrance, she went straight for the counter. "Where are the ice caves?" she demanded, not waiting for the bartender to finish pouring his customer's drink. "What's the quickest way there?" The bartender nodded toward a shrouded figure seated at the other end of the counter.Gaelyn gritted her teeth. She didn't have time for games. Glancing at the cloaked being through narrowed eyes, she quickly evaluated any potential level of threat. Male. Tall. Well-built. Who is this guy? Where'd he come from? She hadn't noticed him before. With an air of "don't-fuck-with-me" in her step, she made her way toward him. "The bartender seems to think you can be of some assistance," she declared, stopping a mere six inches to the left of the man's seated frame. He ignored her, choosing instead to take a long swig from his mug. Removing her laser from its holster on her left thigh, she plopped it onto the counter top. Her hand rested lightly on its black metallic shape, her finger hugging the trigger. "Well?" "I can take you there, for a price," he replied, his deep voice a thunderous rumble within his muscular chest. Annoyed, she lifted her chin. "Name it," she practically growled. The man chuckled. "It'll be steep," he warned. "Perhaps more than you're willing to pay." Gaelyn's patience wore thin. They wasted precious time. Is this guy gonna get down to business or what? Struggling to see his face beneath the shadowed hood, she leaned a little closer. "Look, buddy. I don't have time for games. Either name your price or I'll take my business elsewhere." He glanced at her, his onyx, deep-set eyes two bottomless black pits within his handsome angular face. "I want half the booty. For starters." Gaelyn's breath caught in her throat. Reese.This wasn't happening. He pulled back his hood, letting the heavy material fall onto his broad shoulders in a neatly folded pleat. "Hello, Gael. It's been a long time." Her right fist doubled at her waist. With forced control, she resisted the urge to knock that superior smirk right off his handsome face. "Reese," she said through clenched teeth. "I suppose you're after the same hit." He shrugged. "It's a sizeable payoff." "He's my contract." Warning laced her tone. Reese turned fully toward her, his massive frame almost comical atop the strained bar stool. "Well now, seems we have a difference of opinion on that matter." He offered a grin so seductive it could melt the ice right off Quaoar's frozen surface. The bartender's description fit him to a tee. With his rectangular features—the wide zygomatic breadth, the broad jaw and flaring gonial angles, the prominent chin—Reese did look like the devil himself. Of course the red skin, horns, and barbed tail only added to his demonic appearance. Gaelyn's gaze dropped to the tight black T-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs and flat abs. Warning bells clamored in her head, but her inspection continued on to the waistband of his faded jeans, and inevitably to the generous bulge at his groin. An old song her father used to play popped in her head and it took everything she had not to belt it aloud. The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal. In a bind, cause he was way behind, he was lookin' to make a deal... Despite her fury, Gaelyn's insides responded. Her stomach knotted with instant need, causing her pussy to clench. One couldn't dispute the man's virility. While they'd never "hooked" up, she couldn't deny her attraction. She'd be willing to bet half the contracted pay that he'd be awesome in bed. She'd heard Trøndite males had large penises, that they were, in fact, able to do extraordinary things with their members. She wasn't sure what those things might be, but the swell in his pants clearly indicated his considerable endowed. She imagined herself down on all fours with Reese up behind her, pounding his big cock in and out of her tight channel. Moisture seeped between her legs, making her leather pants cling to her crotch most uncomfortably. The room felt hot. She hadn't had a good fuck in quite a while. Perhaps they'd work that into the deal... Links:Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
Today we take a look at another of this talented author's goodies and guess what... we get to chase some booty while were at it!! Is it a sunken treasure chest filled with silver and gold or a treasure of another kind that will leave us all hot and bothered?? Well, let's just find out!!
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When cops can't catch the most-wanted criminals, they hire Gaelyn. She comes from a long line of bounty hunters, including her father, uncle, and grandfather. Extensive training in weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, and adverse conditions has seasoned her into a formidable opponent against any contracted hit, whether male, female, alien, or human. She has little fear of the unknown and thrives on adventure.
Only one other hunter matches her status—Reese, a Trøndite from the small planet of Sør-Trøndalag in the Capricornus Sector. And the man has a knack for stealing her contracts. Both cunning and gorgeous, the mix doesn't seem quite fair. But attractiveness holds little power over money. Reese had beaten Gaelyn out of a half-year's pay a scarce three months ago, and she'll be damned if he'll outwit her again.
Thinking she's duped Reese back onto Jupiter, Gaelyn isn't too happy when she runs into him on Quaoar at the Blue Moon, an authentic hole-in-the-wall bar tucked at the end of a narrow alley in what would be considered the rough part of town; just the place to find her contracted hit. But Reese not only has the information she needs to find her mark, he also has a business proposal that's too tempting to pass up. And a partnership with Reese just might prove rewarding in a way Gaelyn never expects.
EXCERPT:
An empty alley greeted her. She scanned the pathway from front to back, top to bottom, slowly making her way behind the bar. It appeared as though he'd vanished. He's here… Her eyes strained to see an outline, a shape, anything. I know he's here! But without her de-cloaking goggles, she'd never see him, even if he stood against the wall right in front of her. That slimy son of a… She spotted what looked to be an article of clothing tucked behind a pile of empty crates near the back door. Using the toe of her boot, she pulled the item from its hiding spot. Instantly recognizing the khaki pants, she knew she'd been duped. "Dammit!" Re-holstering her weapon, she retraced her steps and went back inside the bar. Ignoring the bewildered patrons who'd all stopped to watch her entrance, she went straight for the counter. "Where are the ice caves?" she demanded, not waiting for the bartender to finish pouring his customer's drink. "What's the quickest way there?" The bartender nodded toward a shrouded figure seated at the other end of the counter.Gaelyn gritted her teeth. She didn't have time for games. Glancing at the cloaked being through narrowed eyes, she quickly evaluated any potential level of threat. Male. Tall. Well-built. Who is this guy? Where'd he come from? She hadn't noticed him before. With an air of "don't-fuck-with-me" in her step, she made her way toward him. "The bartender seems to think you can be of some assistance," she declared, stopping a mere six inches to the left of the man's seated frame. He ignored her, choosing instead to take a long swig from his mug. Removing her laser from its holster on her left thigh, she plopped it onto the counter top. Her hand rested lightly on its black metallic shape, her finger hugging the trigger. "Well?" "I can take you there, for a price," he replied, his deep voice a thunderous rumble within his muscular chest. Annoyed, she lifted her chin. "Name it," she practically growled. The man chuckled. "It'll be steep," he warned. "Perhaps more than you're willing to pay." Gaelyn's patience wore thin. They wasted precious time. Is this guy gonna get down to business or what? Struggling to see his face beneath the shadowed hood, she leaned a little closer. "Look, buddy. I don't have time for games. Either name your price or I'll take my business elsewhere." He glanced at her, his onyx, deep-set eyes two bottomless black pits within his handsome angular face. "I want half the booty. For starters." Gaelyn's breath caught in her throat. Reese.This wasn't happening. He pulled back his hood, letting the heavy material fall onto his broad shoulders in a neatly folded pleat. "Hello, Gael. It's been a long time." Her right fist doubled at her waist. With forced control, she resisted the urge to knock that superior smirk right off his handsome face. "Reese," she said through clenched teeth. "I suppose you're after the same hit." He shrugged. "It's a sizeable payoff." "He's my contract." Warning laced her tone. Reese turned fully toward her, his massive frame almost comical atop the strained bar stool. "Well now, seems we have a difference of opinion on that matter." He offered a grin so seductive it could melt the ice right off Quaoar's frozen surface. The bartender's description fit him to a tee. With his rectangular features—the wide zygomatic breadth, the broad jaw and flaring gonial angles, the prominent chin—Reese did look like the devil himself. Of course the red skin, horns, and barbed tail only added to his demonic appearance. Gaelyn's gaze dropped to the tight black T-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs and flat abs. Warning bells clamored in her head, but her inspection continued on to the waistband of his faded jeans, and inevitably to the generous bulge at his groin. An old song her father used to play popped in her head and it took everything she had not to belt it aloud. The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal. In a bind, cause he was way behind, he was lookin' to make a deal... Despite her fury, Gaelyn's insides responded. Her stomach knotted with instant need, causing her pussy to clench. One couldn't dispute the man's virility. While they'd never "hooked" up, she couldn't deny her attraction. She'd be willing to bet half the contracted pay that he'd be awesome in bed. She'd heard Trøndite males had large penises, that they were, in fact, able to do extraordinary things with their members. She wasn't sure what those things might be, but the swell in his pants clearly indicated his considerable endowed. She imagined herself down on all fours with Reese up behind her, pounding his big cock in and out of her tight channel. Moisture seeped between her legs, making her leather pants cling to her crotch most uncomfortably. The room felt hot. She hadn't had a good fuck in quite a while. Perhaps they'd work that into the deal... Links:Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
Welcome back, Shannon Leigh!! Today we take a look a...
Welcome back, Shannon Leigh!!
Today we take a look at another of this talented author's goodies and guess what... we get to chase some booty while were at it!! Is it a sunken treasure chest filled with silver and gold or a treasure of another kind that will leave us all hot and bothered?? Well, let's just find out!!
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When cops can't catch the most-wanted criminals, they hire Gaelyn. She comes from a long line of bounty hunters, including her father, uncle, and grandfather. Extensive training in weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, and adverse conditions has seasoned her into a formidable opponent against any contracted hit, whether male, female, alien, or human. She has little fear of the unknown and thrives on adventure.
Only one other hunter matches her status—Reese, a Trøndite from the small planet of Sør-Trøndalag in the Capricornus Sector. And the man has a knack for stealing her contracts. Both cunning and gorgeous, the mix doesn't seem quite fair. But attractiveness holds little power over money. Reese had beaten Gaelyn out of a half-year's pay a scarce three months ago, and she'll be damned if he'll outwit her again.
Thinking she's duped Reese back onto Jupiter, Gaelyn isn't too happy when she runs into him on Quaoar at the Blue Moon, an authentic hole-in-the-wall bar tucked at the end of a narrow alley in what would be considered the rough part of town; just the place to find her contracted hit. But Reese not only has the information she needs to find her mark, he also has a business proposal that's too tempting to pass up. And a partnership with Reese just might prove rewarding in a way Gaelyn never expects.
EXCERPT:
An empty alley greeted her. She scanned the pathway from front to back, top to bottom, slowly making her way behind the bar. It appeared as though he'd vanished. He's here… Her eyes strained to see an outline, a shape, anything. I know he's here! But without her de-cloaking goggles, she'd never see him, even if he stood against the wall right in front of her. That slimy son of a… She spotted what looked to be an article of clothing tucked behind a pile of empty crates near the back door. Using the toe of her boot, she pulled the item from its hiding spot. Instantly recognizing the khaki pants, she knew she'd been duped. "Dammit!" Re-holstering her weapon, she retraced her steps and went back inside the bar. Ignoring the bewildered patrons who'd all stopped to watch her entrance, she went straight for the counter. "Where are the ice caves?" she demanded, not waiting for the bartender to finish pouring his customer's drink. "What's the quickest way there?" The bartender nodded toward a shrouded figure seated at the other end of the counter.Gaelyn gritted her teeth. She didn't have time for games. Glancing at the cloaked being through narrowed eyes, she quickly evaluated any potential level of threat. Male. Tall. Well-built. Who is this guy? Where'd he come from? She hadn't noticed him before. With an air of "don't-fuck-with-me" in her step, she made her way toward him. "The bartender seems to think you can be of some assistance," she declared, stopping a mere six inches to the left of the man's seated frame. He ignored her, choosing instead to take a long swig from his mug. Removing her laser from its holster on her left thigh, she plopped it onto the counter top. Her hand rested lightly on its black metallic shape, her finger hugging the trigger. "Well?" "I can take you there, for a price," he replied, his deep voice a thunderous rumble within his muscular chest. Annoyed, she lifted her chin. "Name it," she practically growled. The man chuckled. "It'll be steep," he warned. "Perhaps more than you're willing to pay." Gaelyn's patience wore thin. They wasted precious time. Is this guy gonna get down to business or what? Struggling to see his face beneath the shadowed hood, she leaned a little closer. "Look, buddy. I don't have time for games. Either name your price or I'll take my business elsewhere." He glanced at her, his onyx, deep-set eyes two bottomless black pits within his handsome angular face. "I want half the booty. For starters." Gaelyn's breath caught in her throat. Reese.This wasn't happening. He pulled back his hood, letting the heavy material fall onto his broad shoulders in a neatly folded pleat. "Hello, Gael. It's been a long time." Her right fist doubled at her waist. With forced control, she resisted the urge to knock that superior smirk right off his handsome face. "Reese," she said through clenched teeth. "I suppose you're after the same hit." He shrugged. "It's a sizeable payoff." "He's my contract." Warning laced her tone. Reese turned fully toward her, his massive frame almost comical atop the strained bar stool. "Well now, seems we have a difference of opinion on that matter." He offered a grin so seductive it could melt the ice right off Quaoar's frozen surface. The bartender's description fit him to a tee. With his rectangular features—the wide zygomatic breadth, the broad jaw and flaring gonial angles, the prominent chin—Reese did look like the devil himself. Of course the red skin, horns, and barbed tail only added to his demonic appearance. Gaelyn's gaze dropped to the tight black T-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs and flat abs. Warning bells clamored in her head, but her inspection continued on to the waistband of his faded jeans, and inevitably to the generous bulge at his groin. An old song her father used to play popped in her head and it took everything she had not to belt it aloud. The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal. In a bind, cause he was way behind, he was lookin' to make a deal... Despite her fury, Gaelyn's insides responded. Her stomach knotted with instant need, causing her pussy to clench. One couldn't dispute the man's virility. While they'd never "hooked" up, she couldn't deny her attraction. She'd be willing to bet half the contracted pay that he'd be awesome in bed. She'd heard Trøndite males had large penises, that they were, in fact, able to do extraordinary things with their members. She wasn't sure what those things might be, but the swell in his pants clearly indicated his considerable endowed. She imagined herself down on all fours with Reese up behind her, pounding his big cock in and out of her tight channel. Moisture seeped between her legs, making her leather pants cling to her crotch most uncomfortably. The room felt hot. She hadn't had a good fuck in quite a while. Perhaps they'd work that into the deal... Links:Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
Today we take a look at another of this talented author's goodies and guess what... we get to chase some booty while were at it!! Is it a sunken treasure chest filled with silver and gold or a treasure of another kind that will leave us all hot and bothered?? Well, let's just find out!!
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When cops can't catch the most-wanted criminals, they hire Gaelyn. She comes from a long line of bounty hunters, including her father, uncle, and grandfather. Extensive training in weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, and adverse conditions has seasoned her into a formidable opponent against any contracted hit, whether male, female, alien, or human. She has little fear of the unknown and thrives on adventure.
Only one other hunter matches her status—Reese, a Trøndite from the small planet of Sør-Trøndalag in the Capricornus Sector. And the man has a knack for stealing her contracts. Both cunning and gorgeous, the mix doesn't seem quite fair. But attractiveness holds little power over money. Reese had beaten Gaelyn out of a half-year's pay a scarce three months ago, and she'll be damned if he'll outwit her again.
Thinking she's duped Reese back onto Jupiter, Gaelyn isn't too happy when she runs into him on Quaoar at the Blue Moon, an authentic hole-in-the-wall bar tucked at the end of a narrow alley in what would be considered the rough part of town; just the place to find her contracted hit. But Reese not only has the information she needs to find her mark, he also has a business proposal that's too tempting to pass up. And a partnership with Reese just might prove rewarding in a way Gaelyn never expects.
EXCERPT:
An empty alley greeted her. She scanned the pathway from front to back, top to bottom, slowly making her way behind the bar. It appeared as though he'd vanished. He's here… Her eyes strained to see an outline, a shape, anything. I know he's here! But without her de-cloaking goggles, she'd never see him, even if he stood against the wall right in front of her. That slimy son of a… She spotted what looked to be an article of clothing tucked behind a pile of empty crates near the back door. Using the toe of her boot, she pulled the item from its hiding spot. Instantly recognizing the khaki pants, she knew she'd been duped. "Dammit!" Re-holstering her weapon, she retraced her steps and went back inside the bar. Ignoring the bewildered patrons who'd all stopped to watch her entrance, she went straight for the counter. "Where are the ice caves?" she demanded, not waiting for the bartender to finish pouring his customer's drink. "What's the quickest way there?" The bartender nodded toward a shrouded figure seated at the other end of the counter.Gaelyn gritted her teeth. She didn't have time for games. Glancing at the cloaked being through narrowed eyes, she quickly evaluated any potential level of threat. Male. Tall. Well-built. Who is this guy? Where'd he come from? She hadn't noticed him before. With an air of "don't-fuck-with-me" in her step, she made her way toward him. "The bartender seems to think you can be of some assistance," she declared, stopping a mere six inches to the left of the man's seated frame. He ignored her, choosing instead to take a long swig from his mug. Removing her laser from its holster on her left thigh, she plopped it onto the counter top. Her hand rested lightly on its black metallic shape, her finger hugging the trigger. "Well?" "I can take you there, for a price," he replied, his deep voice a thunderous rumble within his muscular chest. Annoyed, she lifted her chin. "Name it," she practically growled. The man chuckled. "It'll be steep," he warned. "Perhaps more than you're willing to pay." Gaelyn's patience wore thin. They wasted precious time. Is this guy gonna get down to business or what? Struggling to see his face beneath the shadowed hood, she leaned a little closer. "Look, buddy. I don't have time for games. Either name your price or I'll take my business elsewhere." He glanced at her, his onyx, deep-set eyes two bottomless black pits within his handsome angular face. "I want half the booty. For starters." Gaelyn's breath caught in her throat. Reese.This wasn't happening. He pulled back his hood, letting the heavy material fall onto his broad shoulders in a neatly folded pleat. "Hello, Gael. It's been a long time." Her right fist doubled at her waist. With forced control, she resisted the urge to knock that superior smirk right off his handsome face. "Reese," she said through clenched teeth. "I suppose you're after the same hit." He shrugged. "It's a sizeable payoff." "He's my contract." Warning laced her tone. Reese turned fully toward her, his massive frame almost comical atop the strained bar stool. "Well now, seems we have a difference of opinion on that matter." He offered a grin so seductive it could melt the ice right off Quaoar's frozen surface. The bartender's description fit him to a tee. With his rectangular features—the wide zygomatic breadth, the broad jaw and flaring gonial angles, the prominent chin—Reese did look like the devil himself. Of course the red skin, horns, and barbed tail only added to his demonic appearance. Gaelyn's gaze dropped to the tight black T-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs and flat abs. Warning bells clamored in her head, but her inspection continued on to the waistband of his faded jeans, and inevitably to the generous bulge at his groin. An old song her father used to play popped in her head and it took everything she had not to belt it aloud. The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal. In a bind, cause he was way behind, he was lookin' to make a deal... Despite her fury, Gaelyn's insides responded. Her stomach knotted with instant need, causing her pussy to clench. One couldn't dispute the man's virility. While they'd never "hooked" up, she couldn't deny her attraction. She'd be willing to bet half the contracted pay that he'd be awesome in bed. She'd heard Trøndite males had large penises, that they were, in fact, able to do extraordinary things with their members. She wasn't sure what those things might be, but the swell in his pants clearly indicated his considerable endowed. She imagined herself down on all fours with Reese up behind her, pounding his big cock in and out of her tight channel. Moisture seeped between her legs, making her leather pants cling to her crotch most uncomfortably. The room felt hot. She hadn't had a good fuck in quite a while. Perhaps they'd work that into the deal... Links:Website: http://shannonleigh.org Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leigh Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeigh Twitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leigh Blog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
June 6, 2011
Sealed with a Kiss...: Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh! I am...
Sealed with a Kiss...: Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh!
I am...: "Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh! I am pleased to introduce a new author to this blog, but certainly not new to the world of ro..."
I am...: "Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh! I am pleased to introduce a new author to this blog, but certainly not new to the world of ro..."
Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh!
I am please...
Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh!
I am pleased to introduce a new author to this blog, but certainly not new to the world of romance, Shannon Leigh!
Shannon will be here all week and will bring a new book to share with us each day. Today's Spotlight book is "More than a Prophecy". Be sure to come back everyday to find out more about Shannon and each of the five books she'll be showcasing. This week's going to be all kinds of HOTT!!!
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According to ancient prophecy, a woman will come from Earth to bear a child who will end the warring between the Ramekah and Andreas clans, warring that has plagued the hold folk of Zandar for hundreds of years. On the tail of a magical zephyr, Cheyenne, a young Native American woman, is swept through the doorway of an interplanetary portal and whisked away from Earth in a dazing blur of motion. She's deposited, alone and half-naked, in a valley between the grassy knolls of the Rhian Mountains and the dreaded Goetic forest, just inside the boundaries of Andreas Territory. It's there that Lord Darian Andreas, ruler of the mighty Andreas Clan and master of the powerful Andreas Territory, finds her. Although Darian is a just man who exercises kindness and incorporates mercy into his method of rule--which, in the barbaric world of Zandar, are rare qualities for a man--he's also used to getting what he wants, one way or another. And from the moment Darian lays eyes on the dark-skinned beauty, he knows she's meant to be his. If the Gods are willing, he'll make it so..
Title: More Than Prophecy ISBN: 1-59279-324-X (Electronic)
ISBN: 1-59279-807-1 (Paperback)Author's Name: Shannon LeighAuthor Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Author Website: http://shannonleigh.org Publisher: Amber Quill PressPublisher Website: http://amberquillpress.com Purchase Url: http://amberquill.com/MoreThanProphecy.html Genre: Romance / Paranormal Romance / Time-Travel RomanceFormat: ebook & printPages: 378
Shannon Leigh is a practicing registered nurse who graduated with a B.S.N. R.N. from the Indiana University School of nursing in May of 1996. She lives in Indiana with her husband, four sons, dog, and cat. Shannon likes to decorate cakes, scrapbook, garden, draw, read, write, and watch movies. Despite a hectic schedule, Shannon tries to dedicate a couple of hours every day to writing, usually sometime between the hours of 9 P.M. and 3 A.M., after everyone else is in bed. She likes to curl up on the couch with her laptop, a cup of hot tea, the cat, and become engrossed in her characters. Along with reading other romance genres, Shannon loves suspense, fantasy, and horror, but paranormal fiction remains her favorite. She has several stories available at Amber Quill Press, Audio Lark, and Wild Child Publishing. While most involve some paranormal aspect, she has dabbled in contemporary, and more recently, science fiction. With such an active imagination, she always has something in works. To find out more about Shannon's writing and her published stories, please visit her website .
Shannon Leigh"Giving readers the O in their erOtica"Website: http://shannonleigh.orgEmail: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.comNewsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leighFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeighTwitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leighBlog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
I am pleased to introduce a new author to this blog, but certainly not new to the world of romance, Shannon Leigh!
Shannon will be here all week and will bring a new book to share with us each day. Today's Spotlight book is "More than a Prophecy". Be sure to come back everyday to find out more about Shannon and each of the five books she'll be showcasing. This week's going to be all kinds of HOTT!!!
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According to ancient prophecy, a woman will come from Earth to bear a child who will end the warring between the Ramekah and Andreas clans, warring that has plagued the hold folk of Zandar for hundreds of years. On the tail of a magical zephyr, Cheyenne, a young Native American woman, is swept through the doorway of an interplanetary portal and whisked away from Earth in a dazing blur of motion. She's deposited, alone and half-naked, in a valley between the grassy knolls of the Rhian Mountains and the dreaded Goetic forest, just inside the boundaries of Andreas Territory. It's there that Lord Darian Andreas, ruler of the mighty Andreas Clan and master of the powerful Andreas Territory, finds her. Although Darian is a just man who exercises kindness and incorporates mercy into his method of rule--which, in the barbaric world of Zandar, are rare qualities for a man--he's also used to getting what he wants, one way or another. And from the moment Darian lays eyes on the dark-skinned beauty, he knows she's meant to be his. If the Gods are willing, he'll make it so..
Title: More Than Prophecy ISBN: 1-59279-324-X (Electronic)
ISBN: 1-59279-807-1 (Paperback)Author's Name: Shannon LeighAuthor Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Author Website: http://shannonleigh.org Publisher: Amber Quill PressPublisher Website: http://amberquillpress.com Purchase Url: http://amberquill.com/MoreThanProphecy.html Genre: Romance / Paranormal Romance / Time-Travel RomanceFormat: ebook & printPages: 378
Shannon Leigh is a practicing registered nurse who graduated with a B.S.N. R.N. from the Indiana University School of nursing in May of 1996. She lives in Indiana with her husband, four sons, dog, and cat. Shannon likes to decorate cakes, scrapbook, garden, draw, read, write, and watch movies. Despite a hectic schedule, Shannon tries to dedicate a couple of hours every day to writing, usually sometime between the hours of 9 P.M. and 3 A.M., after everyone else is in bed. She likes to curl up on the couch with her laptop, a cup of hot tea, the cat, and become engrossed in her characters. Along with reading other romance genres, Shannon loves suspense, fantasy, and horror, but paranormal fiction remains her favorite. She has several stories available at Amber Quill Press, Audio Lark, and Wild Child Publishing. While most involve some paranormal aspect, she has dabbled in contemporary, and more recently, science fiction. With such an active imagination, she always has something in works. To find out more about Shannon's writing and her published stories, please visit her website .
Shannon Leigh"Giving readers the O in their erOtica"Website: http://shannonleigh.orgEmail: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.comNewsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leighFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeighTwitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leighBlog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh!I am pleased...
Welcome Guest Spotlight Author Shannon Leigh!
I am pleased to introduce a new author to this blog, but certainly not new to the world of romance, Shannon Leigh!
Shannon will be here all week and will bring a new book to share with us each day. Today's Spotlight book is "More than a Prophecy". Be sure to come back everyday to find out more about Shannon and each of the five books she'll be showcasing. This week's going to be all kinds of HOTT!!!
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According to ancient prophecy, a woman will come from Earth to bear a child who will end the warring between the Ramekah and Andreas clans, warring that has plagued the hold folk of Zandar for hundreds of years. On the tail of a magical zephyr, Cheyenne, a young Native American woman, is swept through the doorway of an interplanetary portal and whisked away from Earth in a dazing blur of motion. She's deposited, alone and half-naked, in a valley between the grassy knolls of the Rhian Mountains and the dreaded Goetic forest, just inside the boundaries of Andreas Territory. It's there that Lord Darian Andreas, ruler of the mighty Andreas Clan and master of the powerful Andreas Territory, finds her. Although Darian is a just man who exercises kindness and incorporates mercy into his method of rule--which, in the barbaric world of Zandar, are rare qualities for a man--he's also used to getting what he wants, one way or another. And from the moment Darian lays eyes on the dark-skinned beauty, he knows she's meant to be his. If the Gods are willing, he'll make it so..
Title: More Than Prophecy ISBN: 1-59279-324-X (Electronic)
ISBN: 1-59279-807-1 (Paperback)Author's Name: Shannon LeighAuthor Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Author Website: http://shannonleigh.org Publisher: Amber Quill PressPublisher Website: http://amberquillpress.com Purchase Url: http://amberquill.com/MoreThanProphecy.html Genre: Romance / Paranormal Romance / Time-Travel RomanceFormat: ebook & printPages: 378
Shannon Leigh is a practicing registered nurse who graduated with a B.S.N. R.N. from the Indiana University School of nursing in May of 1996. She lives in Indiana with her husband, four sons, dog, and cat. Shannon likes to decorate cakes, scrapbook, garden, draw, read, write, and watch movies. Despite a hectic schedule, Shannon tries to dedicate a couple of hours every day to writing, usually sometime between the hours of 9 P.M. and 3 A.M., after everyone else is in bed. She likes to curl up on the couch with her laptop, a cup of hot tea, the cat, and become engrossed in her characters. Along with reading other romance genres, Shannon loves suspense, fantasy, and horror, but paranormal fiction remains her favorite. She has several stories available at Amber Quill Press, Audio Lark, and Wild Child Publishing. While most involve some paranormal aspect, she has dabbled in contemporary, and more recently, science fiction. With such an active imagination, she always has something in works. To find out more about Shannon's writing and her published stories, please visit her website .
Shannon Leigh"Giving readers the O in their erOtica"Website: http://shannonleigh.orgEmail: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.comNewsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leighFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeighTwitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leighBlog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
I am pleased to introduce a new author to this blog, but certainly not new to the world of romance, Shannon Leigh!
Shannon will be here all week and will bring a new book to share with us each day. Today's Spotlight book is "More than a Prophecy". Be sure to come back everyday to find out more about Shannon and each of the five books she'll be showcasing. This week's going to be all kinds of HOTT!!!
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According to ancient prophecy, a woman will come from Earth to bear a child who will end the warring between the Ramekah and Andreas clans, warring that has plagued the hold folk of Zandar for hundreds of years. On the tail of a magical zephyr, Cheyenne, a young Native American woman, is swept through the doorway of an interplanetary portal and whisked away from Earth in a dazing blur of motion. She's deposited, alone and half-naked, in a valley between the grassy knolls of the Rhian Mountains and the dreaded Goetic forest, just inside the boundaries of Andreas Territory. It's there that Lord Darian Andreas, ruler of the mighty Andreas Clan and master of the powerful Andreas Territory, finds her. Although Darian is a just man who exercises kindness and incorporates mercy into his method of rule--which, in the barbaric world of Zandar, are rare qualities for a man--he's also used to getting what he wants, one way or another. And from the moment Darian lays eyes on the dark-skinned beauty, he knows she's meant to be his. If the Gods are willing, he'll make it so..
Title: More Than Prophecy ISBN: 1-59279-324-X (Electronic)
ISBN: 1-59279-807-1 (Paperback)Author's Name: Shannon LeighAuthor Email: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.com Author Website: http://shannonleigh.org Publisher: Amber Quill PressPublisher Website: http://amberquillpress.com Purchase Url: http://amberquill.com/MoreThanProphecy.html Genre: Romance / Paranormal Romance / Time-Travel RomanceFormat: ebook & printPages: 378
Shannon Leigh is a practicing registered nurse who graduated with a B.S.N. R.N. from the Indiana University School of nursing in May of 1996. She lives in Indiana with her husband, four sons, dog, and cat. Shannon likes to decorate cakes, scrapbook, garden, draw, read, write, and watch movies. Despite a hectic schedule, Shannon tries to dedicate a couple of hours every day to writing, usually sometime between the hours of 9 P.M. and 3 A.M., after everyone else is in bed. She likes to curl up on the couch with her laptop, a cup of hot tea, the cat, and become engrossed in her characters. Along with reading other romance genres, Shannon loves suspense, fantasy, and horror, but paranormal fiction remains her favorite. She has several stories available at Amber Quill Press, Audio Lark, and Wild Child Publishing. While most involve some paranormal aspect, she has dabbled in contemporary, and more recently, science fiction. With such an active imagination, she always has something in works. To find out more about Shannon's writing and her published stories, please visit her website .
Shannon Leigh"Giving readers the O in their erOtica"Website: http://shannonleigh.orgEmail: author_shannon_leigh@hotmail.comNewsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shannon_Leigh_Newsletter/Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/author_shannon_leighFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorShannonLeighTwitter: http://twitter.com/shannon_leighBlog: http://authorshannonleigh.blogspot.com
June 3, 2011
Happy Friday!!
Before we say so long to our wonderful gue...
Happy Friday!!
Before we say so long to our wonderful guest this week, Cynthia Arsuaga, she is leaving us with a little something yummy.... a delicious excerpt!
Let's take one final look at "The Cougar and her Vampire"!!
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Recently divorced Payton Fleming vacations in Crete, looking for a quiet resort to get away from the chaos of the death of her best friend, serial killer, and an ex-husband. The adventure at the resort brings more than she expected—a young man with a story to tell. Concerned with the age difference, Payton knows there is something else he is keeping from her.
Christian MacKenzie is an entrepreneur in the hospitality and entertainment business, owner of Nocturnal Entertainment and Hospitality Corporation (NEHC), luxury resorts and nightclubs around the world. He escapes to his favorite resort on Crete, and meets his vision of a Greek goddess, a mysterious beauty, but fears she will reject him because of what he is, a vampire.After returning to Miami, and a rival from his past threatens their happiness, will their love survive all the obstacles along the way…and The Cougar get Her Vampire in the end?
ADULT EXCERPT:He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. She let out a scream of hot, wet abandonment with the fourth climax, which crested more intensely than the first three. He let out his own deep groan as his passion crested, and his fangs came down, his eyes blood red.Payton sucked in a deep breath at seeing him in vampire form.He grimaced, pulled out and fell down beside her. His fangs receded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."Immediately, she sat up and scooted back on the bed away from him. "Are you okay? You look…a little hungry?"He shook his head. "I'm fine. I…I got a little carried away with yer sexy, responsive body. It's so sensual. I'm sorry I scared you, love. I won't hurt you.""That's okay. I've never seen you as a vampire before, except for the night you told me. You know how to put on quite a show, mister." She decided not to let his display of his true self, the fangs and glowing, blood red eyes, bother her. He was who and what he was and couldn't change if he wanted too. She had to accept him because the alternative, living without him, would be unbearable. He actually hadn't lost control and bitten her, which made for a good thing. He'd shown restraint. She could trust him.Moving closer, she took in the magnificent sight of him. Her young man from Elounda made her quiver, and she yearned for his body like no other man before. Her hand glided over his strong chest and down his taut, well-defined abdomen. She stopped at the area where he had been cut by the gang member."Did this hurt? Where that kid cut you the other night?""Nay, not really. After three hundred years, you become desensitized to the pain we go through as vampires. I've been cut, sliced, hung, burned, but the worst is going without blood for too long.""It's that painful?""Like dying all over again. You're enraged and would do anything, and I'm ashamed to say I have. When I first turned, I didn't know how to hunt properly without being caught. I lived in fear and didn't manage my prey very well. I went days, sometimes weeks, without feeding properly. Deprivation of blood is an excruciating hell to live in, one I never wish to repeat. Ian didn't fare much better to our circumstances, since we were turned at the same time. We learned to hunt together, and we survived for many years hunting prey in tandem. That's why our on-going conflict is hard for me. Why doing what I have to do is difficult for me.""You mean kill him? How do you kill a vampire, anyway?" Her hands continued to aimlessly wander over his body as he spoke."Aye. The most efficient way is to cut off their head or run them through the heart." Then he added with a tone of regret, "Ian used to be my friend."She ran her fingers down a trail leading to the V of fine curly raven black hair above his groin. "Now I see why you carry swords instead of guns."Chuckling, he said, "A clean cut is surer than putting random holes in an enemy."She paused, and changing the subject, asking, "Do you become desensitized to the joys of pleasure over the years, as well?" She stroked his cock the full length, and even semi-flaccid, he was thick and long. She grinned as he flexed muscles causing a twitch."Nay, the joys of pleasure, especially by you, could never desensitize any man." He groaned as he closed his eyes."My, God, you take my breath away." She continued stroking him, tracing the pronounced vein pulsing on the surface. "How did it happen?""What? This? I was born with a big cock, lass. Made to please the women in my life." He fell back on the bed pillow. "Don't stop what you're doing, love."She snorted. "Oh, you think you're clever." She squeezed him gently. "I meant what happened to ruin your friendship.""Do not toy with a man like that if all you want to do is talk instead of indulging in carnal pleasures.""I just want to get to know more about you. What carnal pleasures would you like to indulge in, Mr. MacKenzie?" She tickled him along his inner thighs and up under his balls, and then stretched out beside him, cradling her head on his shoulder."Love, I'll give you all night to stop torturing me like that.""As long as you give me what I want in return." She went back to stroking his growing erection. He may be over three hundred years old, but he can perform and recover like no normal twenty-seven year old I ever knew."I have to admit Ian was right about one thing. Ye'r a tough negotiator, Miss Fleming. Anything, anything you want is yers." He turned to the side, propping up on his elbow."I told you what I want. Talk to me. Tell me about Ian.""He's evil. Bad news. You need to stay away from him. End of story. Now let's get back to the carnal pleasures." He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her close enough to kiss. "By the way, I haven't told you yet. I like yer hair this way. It definitely suits you.""Thanks, but no changing the subject. Why aren't you friends anymore? He couldn't have been evil when you were friends, unless you were evil too?" She hesitated with the last part of her question. Maybe evil ruled him when he first transformed. He'd hinted as much earlier. He may have changed for the better while Ian never changed."Ye'r not going to let this go are you?""No and just to let you know I'm a woman used to getting what she wants once I set my mind to it."
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Before we say so long to our wonderful guest this week, Cynthia Arsuaga, she is leaving us with a little something yummy.... a delicious excerpt!
Let's take one final look at "The Cougar and her Vampire"!!
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Recently divorced Payton Fleming vacations in Crete, looking for a quiet resort to get away from the chaos of the death of her best friend, serial killer, and an ex-husband. The adventure at the resort brings more than she expected—a young man with a story to tell. Concerned with the age difference, Payton knows there is something else he is keeping from her.
Christian MacKenzie is an entrepreneur in the hospitality and entertainment business, owner of Nocturnal Entertainment and Hospitality Corporation (NEHC), luxury resorts and nightclubs around the world. He escapes to his favorite resort on Crete, and meets his vision of a Greek goddess, a mysterious beauty, but fears she will reject him because of what he is, a vampire.After returning to Miami, and a rival from his past threatens their happiness, will their love survive all the obstacles along the way…and The Cougar get Her Vampire in the end?
ADULT EXCERPT:He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. She let out a scream of hot, wet abandonment with the fourth climax, which crested more intensely than the first three. He let out his own deep groan as his passion crested, and his fangs came down, his eyes blood red.Payton sucked in a deep breath at seeing him in vampire form.He grimaced, pulled out and fell down beside her. His fangs receded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."Immediately, she sat up and scooted back on the bed away from him. "Are you okay? You look…a little hungry?"He shook his head. "I'm fine. I…I got a little carried away with yer sexy, responsive body. It's so sensual. I'm sorry I scared you, love. I won't hurt you.""That's okay. I've never seen you as a vampire before, except for the night you told me. You know how to put on quite a show, mister." She decided not to let his display of his true self, the fangs and glowing, blood red eyes, bother her. He was who and what he was and couldn't change if he wanted too. She had to accept him because the alternative, living without him, would be unbearable. He actually hadn't lost control and bitten her, which made for a good thing. He'd shown restraint. She could trust him.Moving closer, she took in the magnificent sight of him. Her young man from Elounda made her quiver, and she yearned for his body like no other man before. Her hand glided over his strong chest and down his taut, well-defined abdomen. She stopped at the area where he had been cut by the gang member."Did this hurt? Where that kid cut you the other night?""Nay, not really. After three hundred years, you become desensitized to the pain we go through as vampires. I've been cut, sliced, hung, burned, but the worst is going without blood for too long.""It's that painful?""Like dying all over again. You're enraged and would do anything, and I'm ashamed to say I have. When I first turned, I didn't know how to hunt properly without being caught. I lived in fear and didn't manage my prey very well. I went days, sometimes weeks, without feeding properly. Deprivation of blood is an excruciating hell to live in, one I never wish to repeat. Ian didn't fare much better to our circumstances, since we were turned at the same time. We learned to hunt together, and we survived for many years hunting prey in tandem. That's why our on-going conflict is hard for me. Why doing what I have to do is difficult for me.""You mean kill him? How do you kill a vampire, anyway?" Her hands continued to aimlessly wander over his body as he spoke."Aye. The most efficient way is to cut off their head or run them through the heart." Then he added with a tone of regret, "Ian used to be my friend."She ran her fingers down a trail leading to the V of fine curly raven black hair above his groin. "Now I see why you carry swords instead of guns."Chuckling, he said, "A clean cut is surer than putting random holes in an enemy."She paused, and changing the subject, asking, "Do you become desensitized to the joys of pleasure over the years, as well?" She stroked his cock the full length, and even semi-flaccid, he was thick and long. She grinned as he flexed muscles causing a twitch."Nay, the joys of pleasure, especially by you, could never desensitize any man." He groaned as he closed his eyes."My, God, you take my breath away." She continued stroking him, tracing the pronounced vein pulsing on the surface. "How did it happen?""What? This? I was born with a big cock, lass. Made to please the women in my life." He fell back on the bed pillow. "Don't stop what you're doing, love."She snorted. "Oh, you think you're clever." She squeezed him gently. "I meant what happened to ruin your friendship.""Do not toy with a man like that if all you want to do is talk instead of indulging in carnal pleasures.""I just want to get to know more about you. What carnal pleasures would you like to indulge in, Mr. MacKenzie?" She tickled him along his inner thighs and up under his balls, and then stretched out beside him, cradling her head on his shoulder."Love, I'll give you all night to stop torturing me like that.""As long as you give me what I want in return." She went back to stroking his growing erection. He may be over three hundred years old, but he can perform and recover like no normal twenty-seven year old I ever knew."I have to admit Ian was right about one thing. Ye'r a tough negotiator, Miss Fleming. Anything, anything you want is yers." He turned to the side, propping up on his elbow."I told you what I want. Talk to me. Tell me about Ian.""He's evil. Bad news. You need to stay away from him. End of story. Now let's get back to the carnal pleasures." He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her close enough to kiss. "By the way, I haven't told you yet. I like yer hair this way. It definitely suits you.""Thanks, but no changing the subject. Why aren't you friends anymore? He couldn't have been evil when you were friends, unless you were evil too?" She hesitated with the last part of her question. Maybe evil ruled him when he first transformed. He'd hinted as much earlier. He may have changed for the better while Ian never changed."Ye'r not going to let this go are you?""No and just to let you know I'm a woman used to getting what she wants once I set my mind to it."
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