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Don't Fear The Reaper Nominated for Best Book of 2011!

I had to share this with you guys! My very first story published, Don't Fear the Reaper is up for best book of 2011 in the Erotic Multi-cultural / Multi-racial Romance at the Romance Reviews! This is a huge honor I was not expecting at all. I feel humbled that people enjoyed this story so immensely. If you read the story and enjoyed it, I'd love to have some of your votes come my way. Regardless I'm going to post this button as a badge of honor. I always say to know where you're going you have to remember where you've been. Thanks to everyone for the wonderful support and feedback you've given me.

http://www.theromancereviews.com/book...

So you want to be a writer?Submission Call!

As a writer in her first year of publishing, I can tell you the hardest step to make is the first one where you submit your work. Writers and I think any artist/creative personalities, are usually the most critical of their own work. Sometimes the big break comes only when you take a deep breath, and put the piece you've polished to a high gleam out there.

That being said, we at Breathless Press want your manuscripts! This is a submission call! Some of you may know I am an editor for BP. My special area is M/M , F/F Westerns ,and cyber. But,BP caters to just about every genre you could want to read, but right now were actively seeking out, pirates, naughty nursery rhymes, vampires for our crimson anthology, and hot shots.

Come and check us out at @ http://www.breathlesspress.com/Page/s...

Contest Winner & AnniBirthdays

Normally I post the winner super early, but today is my Annibirthday so I've been out and about. Yeap  I said Annibirthday. The hubby and I first tied the knot on my birthday four years ago. But there was a method to our madness. It was the anniversary of the day we decided to take the leap from friends to more. Who says men aren't sentimental? The ceremony was just the two of us after an impromptu photo shoot on the beach where I wore a vintage, beige, lace embellished dress complete with pill box hat and gloves. 

Six months later we had our wedding renewal with the whole family. He wore his dress blues, and I wore the pretty white dress. It was wonderful, but there's still something about that ceremony with just the two of us that will forever resonate as special and the start of our life as our own family unit.

For those of you follow my blog ( If you don't get signed up, we have a lot of fun on here, I swear ) you know the focus was on love. I never did a post, because I knew the next month we'd be getting to my Annibirthday and I would speak my piece on love then.

For me love is about understanding, patience, friendship and endurance. Yes passion is there and essential, but sometimes the most romantic thing is being able to wake up and see your significant other beside you. To  hear their voice when they call to tell you they miss you or wish you a happy birthday, anniversary because they remembered , despite how far away they may be. This being said, my husband is a marine. Which means he's gone often, and the little things often taken for granted mean the world to me. Its those gestures that keep me going during those long stretches of not having the Mr. by my side when I'm holding it down on the home front.

Now that you've all gotten a glimpse into my world I'll get back to the contest. Thanks to everyone who participated, the winner is Danielle!  I hope you en joy the story! Keep checking back for more contests. I have some more things planned for the very near future.

 

Contest Time! Win a copy of Recovery on Release Day!

As promised I'm running a contest to win a copy of Recovery on release day, which is Tuesday. I meant to get this out earlier, but as many of you may know I'm about 7 months pregnant, and the baby brain has got a hold of me big time. All you have to do be entered is post a comment to this post. So come on and get your win on.

Blurb:

Maxim Wadja and his band M.A.D. are on the brink of stardom. With a hot demo and an album in the works he should be on top of the world. But the cocaine habit he's picked up to enhance his musical ability has put a major strain on his relationship with his high school sweetheart. His addiction has all ready cost him his engagement. Will it lose him Oceane all together or can he get himself in to recovery?

Excerpt:

His hands began a gentle massage on her lower back then crept up her spine and into her hair. The growing bulge in his pants pressed against her stomach and her panties grew moist. It had been so long since she'd felt him move inside of her. His width and girth were almost too much to take and his thick cock occupied every inch of space inside her walls. He was just too male. The thought of it made her face heat.

"God, Maxi."

She clutched the back of his shirt. Her nipples strained against the cotton that teased them. The material was an annoyance to the heavy mounds that ached to be fondled. She fought the need to grind against him as her body trembled, begging her to relieve the tension that made her pussy pulse as her cream continued to flow like a hot fountain.

"Oceane," he whispered. God, how did he manage to make her name sound so damn sexy? "I want you mon ange."

His nimble fingers stilled in her hair and slid down to cup her face as he bent to meet her gaze. "I long for you. Please don't deny me this." She remained silent as his soft lips met hers. All rational thought abandoned her as she permitted the passion that flared between them to scald her.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips before it plunged inside her moist cavern. Each swirl felt like a possession as he claimed her mouth in the name of Maxim. Her shaky knees weakened and she clutched his shirt tighter while leaning her weight against the counter. Mews left her mouth and she sucked his tongue deeper. Her legs crept up to wrap around his waist as he lifted and set her on the counter. She spread her legs wide and he wedged himself between her thighs. When they finally came up for air she rested her head against his chest and used the rhythm of his heart beat to steady herself.

"We can't do this, Max; I won't go back to the way things were."

"Why not?"

"Because when you're using you're a lunatic, you go on rants, you disrespect me and every time I leave I worry that I'm going to come home and find you overdosed."

"I'm not using like that anymore, baby, I've cut down a lot." He attempted to soothe her with gentle strokes through her hair and butterfly kisses along her jaw, up to the sensitive area behind her ear.

"A lot isn't good enough, Maxi! You've been using on and off for years, what about kindling? The little bumps you think of as harmless could easily spell your death!" Her voice broke as she looked up at him with watery brown eyes.

She fought down the urge to let his charm sway her and continued her rant. "And then what would I do? Life without you is unthinkable. I feel like a zombie as it is. Like my life has been placed on hold for the past six months."

"Then why do you keep us apart?" he asked before he delivered a nip to her neck that made her gasp.

"B-because I refuse to let you think it's okay to continue to do this." Her brain had started to feel like it was coated with molasses. Her thoughts slowed, her focus grew dull. She was losing the battle.

"I know it's not okay, O." he said. The suction on her neck added more to the pool of liquid that had formed between her legs. Desperate to break the sensual spell he weaved she brought up the white elephant in the room.

"Don't you remember what happened six months ago!"

"How could I forget?" Max's body grew rigid. His hands stilled and dropped to his side. His shoulders slumped as he moved away.

"I came home and found you laying on the floor unconscious with blood pouring from your nose."

"If I could take it back, I would. That memory haunts me on a daily basis. God, your face when I came to…" He shuddered and shook his head. His blue eyes clouded over with a cocktail of pain and self loathing.

"I can tell it's eating you up." She said. "What I don't understand is why you won't just stop." She lowered herself down from the counter knowing she'd dodged a bullet.

The vivid memories, doused the flames of desire he'd stoked. She rushed to door, gripped the metal knob, and kept her eyes downcast and turned away from him. "You need to leave now." One more look into those azure jewels and she'd be fall back under his spell.

"Oceane—"

"No, it's easy to forget what's happened when you come here like this and you're so much like your old self. But zilch has changed." Oceane flipped the latch and spun the lock, desperate for him to leave.

She jumped when Maxim's heavy hand came down against it the door to keep it shut. He pressed the length of his body against her own and bent to nibble his way down her neck to nip at her shoulder.

"Tell me you don't want me."

His large hands cupped her breasts as he ground his hardened cock against her ass. The skin on the back of her neck was caught between his teeth. The slight pain sent an electric pulse straight to her core. Her hips gyrated back against him of their own accord.

"That's my girl." His husky whisper was accompanied by the tweaking of her pert nipples and the continuous nudging of his rigid cock between her ass cheeks finally wore her down. She widened her legs and gasped when his stroke extended to hit the area that needed his attention most.

"You're so wet you soaked through your boxers." He groaned. "I want to touch that pretty pink pussy of yours, Oceane."

"W-we shouldn't be doing this-"

"Shh, this is just for you love. Let me do this, I need this and you do, too."

"B-but noth—." Maxim's hand slipped beneath the band of her boxers putting an end to all her protests.

"No, Panties? What a naughty little girl." His finger stroked along her drenched slit, captured her cream and took it back to her engorged clit.

"Oooh, God," she said.

Review for Sinful Urges

Today I had to share my review for a short story I came across called Sinful Urges written by Sonia Hightower.

Holy hell! This is one hot read! I felt like a voyeur as the story unfolded. The affair that occurs between our leads, Maria, and Juan is conveyed from the point of view of the priest listening to their confessions. I know its kinky right? The story not only follows this steamy affair, but the temptation of a priest as he struggles to remain unaffected and give them the stern advice and counseling they need.

There's a taboo feeling to the whole story that made me feel a bit naughty for reading it.

Especially, since I like to think of myself as a good little Catholic girl. Now I'm not going to spoil the twist by telling you what happens in the end, but I will say you won't see it coming. If adultery makes you squirm this one may be hard to swallow, but it came across as more of a cautionary tale to me. I was impressed by how well written this was, and the ingenuity of the concept itself. I'm not sure where Ms. Hightower gets her plots, but It's a place I would not mind visiting.

Contest & Sneak Peak!

Hey Guys and Gals,

I hope you all enjoyed the Month O' Love and came across some new reading you hadn't seen previously. I had a lot of fun hosting, but man did it tucker me out! If you still haven't picked up a copy of Wicked Temptations, here's another opportunity to win it. CR. Moss was nice enough to host me on her site for an interview. Check it out, and leave a comment below to be enrolled to win.

http://crmoss.blogspot.com/2012/03/we...

On another note. I know I didn't post for Month O' Love , but that's because I'm sharing my sweet and sappy for my anniversary date which is March 13fh. Funnily enough I just found out today that's also the date for my newest release Recovery. What's it about you ask? Well here's an Excerpt, Summary and Cover to answer your questions ; >

Summary :

Maxim Wadja and his band M.A.D. are on the brink of stardom. With a hot demo and an album in the works he should be on top of the world. But the cocaine habit he's picked up to enhance his musical ability has put a major strain on his relationship with his high school sweetheart. His addiction has all ready cost him his engagement. Will it loose him Oceane all together or can he get himself in to recovery?

Excerpt

His hands began a gentle massage on her lower back then crept up her spine and into her hair. The growing bulge in his pants pressed against her stomach and her panties grew moist. It had been so long since she'd felt him move inside of her. His width and girth were almost too much to take and his thick cock occupied every inch of space inside her walls. He was just too male. The thought of it made her face heat.

"God, Maxi."

She clutched the back of his shirt. Her nipples strained against the cotton that teased them. The material was an annoyance to the heavy mounds that ached to be fondled. She fought the need to grind against him as her body trembled, begging her to relieve the tension that made her pussy pulse as her cream continued to flow like a hot fountain.

"Oceane," he whispered. God, how did he manage to make her name sound so damn sexy? "I want you mon ange." His nimble fingers stilled in her hair and slid down to cup her face as he bent to meet her gaze. "I long for you. Please don't deny me this." She remained silent as his soft lips met hers. All rational thought abandoned her as she permitted the passion that flared between them to scald her.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips before it plunged inside her moist cavern. Each swirl felt like a possession as he claimed her mouth in the name of Maxim. Her shaky knees weakened and she clutched his shirt tighter while leaning her weight against the counter. Mews left her mouth and she sucked his tongue deeper. Her legs crept up to wrap around his waist as he lifted and set her on the counter. She spread her legs wide and he wedged himself between her thighs. When they finally came up for air she rested her head against his chest and used the rhythm of his heart beat to steady herself.

"We can't do this, Max; I won't go back to the way things were."

"Why not?"

"Because when you're using you're a lunatic, you go on rants, you disrespect me and every time I leave I worry that I'm going to come home and find you overdosed."

"I'm not using like that anymore, baby, I've cut down a lot." He attempted to soothe her with gentle strokes through her hair and butterfly kisses along her jaw, up to the sensitive area behind her ear.

"A lot isn't good enough, Maxi! You've been using on and off for years, what about kindling? The little bumps you think of as harmless could easily spell your death!" Her voice broke as she looked up at him with watery brown eyes. She fought down the urge to let his charm sway her and continued her rant. "And then what would I do? Life without you is unthinkable. I feel like a zombie as it is. Like my life has been placed on hold for the past six months."

"Then why do you keep us apart?" he asked before he delivered a nip to her neck that made her gasp.

"B-because I refuse to let you think it's okay to continue to do this." Her brain had started to feel like it was coated with molasses. Her thoughts slowed, her focus grew dull. She was losing the battle.

"I know it's not okay, O." he said. The suction on her neck added more to the pool of liquid that had formed between her legs. Desperate to break the sensual spell he weaved she brought up the white elephant in the room.

"Don't you remember what happened six months ago!"

"How could I forget?" Max's body grew rigid. His hands stilled and dropped to his side. His shoulders slumped as he moved away.

"I came home and found you laying on the floor unconscious with blood pouring from your nose."

"If I could take it back, I would. That memory haunts me on a daily basis. God, your face when I came to…" He shuddered and shook his head. His blue eyes clouded over with a cocktail of pain and self loathing.

"I can tell it's eating you up." She said. "What I don't understand is why you won't just stop." She lowered herself down from the counter knowing she'd dodged a bullet. The vivid memories, doused the flames of desire he'd stoked. She rushed to door, gripped the metal knob, and kept her eyes downcast and turned away from him. "You need to leave now." One more look into those azure jewels and she'd be fall back under his spell.

"Oceane—"

"No, it's easy to forget what's happened when you come here like this and you're so much like your old self. But zilch has changed." Oceane flipped the latch and spun the lock, desperate for him to leave. She jumped when Maxim's heavy hand came down against it the door to keep it shut. He pressed the length of his body against her own and bent to nibble his way down her neck to nip at her shoulder.

"Tell me you don't want me."

His large hands cupped her breasts as he ground his hardened cock against her ass. The skin on the back of her neck was caught between his teeth. The slight pain sent an electric pulse straight to her core. Her hips gyrated back against him of their own accord.

"That's my girl." His husky whisper was accompanied by the tweaking of her pert nipples and the continuous nudging of his rigid cock between her ass cheeks finally wore her down. She widened her legs and gasped when his stroke extended to hit the area that needed his attention most.

"You're so wet you soaked through your boxers." He groaned. "I want to touch that pretty pink pussy of yours, Oceane."

"W-we shouldn't be doing this-"

"Shh, this is just for you love. Let me do this, I need this and you do, too."

"B-but noth—." Maxim's hand slipped beneath the band of her boxers putting an end to all her protests.

"No, Panties? What a naughty little girl." His finger stroked along her drenched slit, captured her cream and took it back to her engorged clit.

"Oooh, God," she said.

I hope you guys enjoyed the sneak peek! This is my first contemporary and I am extremely excited about it. I'll be kicking off a contest that will allow you a chance to win a copy the day it's released, so keep your eyes open.

Shy

Month O' Love day 27 with Dahlia DeWinters

Today we're joined by the lovely Dahlia De Winters who's going to share her love for music, and how it moves her muse. Now some of you may know Music is my second love and I was once a dj ( Dj Lola respectively) so this post is near and dear to my heart.

Music is My Muse Part II

First of all, thank you so much to Shyla Colt for allowing me this guest post on her blog. This is my first guest post!!

Whilst driving my Morgan Plus 8 roadster up a twisting LA county road I ruminated on a question a lot of writers are asked: "where to you get your ideas". And, I also pondered a question that many writers ask each other: "How do you get rid of writer's block?"

I wonder that myself. Well, no, I don't, because I have a clear cut answer right here in this guest blog post. I'll tell you straight off where we get our ideas.

Think of a brain as a huge mixing bowl. Ideas get dropped in every minute of every day. Sometimes it's a newspaper article about a forty year old man returning to college and plays on the lacrosse team, sometimes it's a movie trailer about superheroes that "they just can't get right", sometimes it's a song, or more importantly, a lyric. Mix all these ideas together and you have a superhero forty something woman who is the coach of the men's lacrosse team at a county college.

However, my favorite place for inspiration is right on my iPod – music, music, music.

Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons. You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

A song is merely a poem that has found its musical wings. Yes, the poem is enhanced by the quality of music to which it is set, but the entire point of the song is the lyric.

Being a woman of a certain age, there are some songs that speak to me more than others. These are the songs that I have on heavy rotation on my iPod, and are my go-to buddies when I feel that my writing doesn't flow as well as it should. I never, ever mention the dreaded words wr$ter's bl*ck. Those words are NOT in my vocabulary. To say that you have such an affliction is to inflict it upon yourself and once you have inflicted yourself, the battle is already lost.

I wanted to share with you today some of the music that inspires me not only to write, but has also given me story ideas. And let's be honest, there's nothing like a man who's not to proud to beg. Be thrilled, dear reader, I'm giving you a peek inside my iPod, the bearer of my muse-songs!

Please note, I give the names of the performers, not the songwriters.

Fuel – Falls On me

"And your beautiful sky/The light you bring/Falls on me/It falls on me"

Lost in You – Three Days Grace

"I remember when I said…..I'm nothing without you"

Remember the Time – Michael Jackson

"Those sweet memories will always be dear to me…..I will never forget what we had now, baby.."

The Platters– Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

This is a song that gives you an entire story in a song. The singer falls in love, scoffs at the people who tell her to "watch out", loses love, friends laugh (some friends, right), but he won't give up on love.

"they say, all who love are blind…when you're heart's on fire/you must realize/smoke gets in your eyes…."

My Heart Will Go On – Celine Dion

"Near….far….wherever you are……I believe that the heart does go on…."

Every song has a story.

For some more music that moves me, pop over to my website http://dahliadewinters.com

Month O' Love Day 24 with Raven McAllan

Today the wonderful Raven McAllan is joining us for the Month O' Love with an interview from Christianne the heroine from her latest Almost Entente Cordial. ( Love the way the title just rolls off the tongue Raven )

Interview with Christianne, the Heroine from Almost Entente Cordial, as told to Raven McAllan for you.

R Hello, Christiane, thank you for coming.

C Well you know it is my pleasure. To move forward in time, and to see what wonderful things you have and do. I particularly like these leggings, and boots. I wish we had things like these in my day. Look? (She shows me her tiger print leggings and surfers sheepskin books) Although I wonder what Julien and Alastair would say?

(She giggles. It's contagious—I giggle with her)

R Ah yes the men, you didn't bring them with you?

C (shakes her head.) Why no, for someone needs to stay and tend the estate, and as Julien is once more serving his other mistress—I use this word in a non-sexual way you understand? (She raises one eyebrow. I nod although that look makes me feel I should curtsey.) It fell to Alastair. And in truth, this will be but a fleeting visit. I get homesick for my family.

R Ah yes your family tell us a little about it. It's somewhat unconventional is it not?

(Her foot taps. I don't think she likes the question. As the silence drags on, I begin to sweat. Eventually she sighs.)

C Define this conventional if you please?

R (I gulp) Not usual, not as society of your time decrees.

C Then we are not as our time decrees. But what we are is for our ears only. Well and your readers. For some of our proclivities are punishable by death. I do not wish this to happen, you understand?

(She whispers. I blush)

R Well, yes I see what you mean.

C We are not ashamed, and we do not blush. (she blushes and giggles again..) Pah I lie, the first time I do some things I do blush, but then if we enjoy, (she shrugs) why need I to blush? Although I do wonder what may happen next. I never knew how many uses there were for a ship's hammock in our garden.

(Now the pictures in my mind are very vivid.)

R (deep breath). So Julien. He is your French er (I hesitate)

C (nods) Definitely er, as is Alistair my English er. I thought our ménage would be unremarkable in your time. But it seems not. Still nonconventional, however, someone needs to be. And I would not change anything, for all the problems it can bring. I am lucky to have the all loves of my life, in my life.

(I pick up on the all. Now that sounds interesting.)

R All?

C Yes all. Now I really must go, I have to sightsee here, and buy some what are they called, black T-shirts—so arousing—for my men, before returning to my time. This time travel is very exciting, I hope I can return. After all I may need more of these leggings!

R Well thank-you for popping in. May I share a little of your story with readers?

(she does that autocratic eyebrow raising again)

C Of a surety. Here you are. (She hands me a rolled up parchment, waves and leaves.)

(I open it.) Oh, My. I'll share it with you. Have the fans ready!

Almost Entente Cordial —Excerpt

"Do…not…move…your hands." The command was gasped out between forceful thrusts. "Stay as you are. Do not come. Use that will. Keep trembling, but do not overspill. I am going to fuck you so hard and long you will tremble in more than your cock. Lud, my lover, I have long dreamed of this moment. My lode star during those long, dangerous months away from you."

Alastair was silent, and again his eyes welled up. If only he had not broken down this day, so much angst would have thus been avoided. Whosoever spoke that "if only" were the two saddest words in the English language, spoke naught but truth.

The time for contemplation of past, present, or presumed sins, was not at this moment. This moment was for pleasure. Pure, sinful, cock-induced pleasure.

Their harsh breathing was intermingled with the noise of balls on flesh, of rustling garments, of nipping kisses. Alastair found his hands were gripping the desk so hard the pain was invasive, but he had no thought to move them.

Julien's thrusts became perceptibly more vigorous. Ever assertive, now they seemed to be asking questions, insisting on answers. He gave the only one he knew.

"Yes. Yes, my love. Deeper, faster. Ah, now. Now, now…ahh! Now!" His shout was as one with Julien, who stiffened and came at the furthest moment of penetration. Alastair knew, for a certainty, Julien had touched his soul.

He felt the weight heavy on his back as Julien slumped, exhausted, on top of him. His lover was muttering softly in his father's language, and in Alastair's highly charged state, it took several moments to comprehend.

He hurried to reassure him. "No, no, mon coeur. Je t'aime. Truly, my love, and always."

Alastair lay supine, unable to move to gather Julien to him, without pushing him away first. "My dear, you are all I say and more. Come, let me cleanse you and explain."

Slowly he felt Julien move backward, his cock still held tight between Alastair's cheeks. Alastair groaned his pleasure at those arousing tingles still running through him, at his cock still hard and wanting.

"You wish me to release myself?" A soft kiss was pressed to his neck, and he felt his cock taken hold of firmly. "Wish me to stay tight in your arse and fist you? Or shall we disengage, and let you gain your release inside my aching arse?" He could feel Julien harden in him as they spoke. Truly a dilemma; delightful, but a dilemma nonetheless.

"I wish—" Did that thready voice truly belong to him? "I wish…"

"I wish also."

His head whipped round, as did that of Julien.

Almost Entente Cordial, by Raven McAllan, is published 24th February by www.breathlesspress.com also available at amazon, bookstrand allromanceebooks and others.

Raven can be followed on face book or twitter, and has a web www.ravenmcallan.com and a blog www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com She'd love to hear from you.

 

Month O' Love Day 22 with Annalynne Russo

Today we're joined by my pub sister Annalynne Russo who's sharing an excerpt from her latest release, Irresistible Nemesis. Yes the excerpt is just as naughty as the title, so read on. Annalynne has been kind enough to offer a copy of her work to one lucky commenter. The contest will run until Feb 28th.

Irresistible Nemesis by Annalynne Russo (excerpt)

Like most charming, charismatic vampires, Andreas had no problem finding dinner. He spotted a sweet, old homeless woman willing to make a blood donation. Her tattered grey overcoat and wide-brimmed hat covered the weathered features of her face. While her clothes looked worse for the wear, she was well-groomed and had recently bathed. All good news for a famished vampire. She smiled up at him, mesmerized by his impeccable gaze, and easily submitted to his demands. Andreas took his fill and left her intact, if not a bit light-headed from loss of blood. Then he turned back toward the subway station. His sleek form moved stealthily in the darkness. The only sound, the tip-tap of Ferragamo loafers as his footsteps came into contact with the iron rails of the track.

"Mr. Kristopolous, what a surprise!" A voice called to him. Its shadow lurked all around him. "I never figured you for the public transportation type."

The hairs on the back of his neck rose. He recognized that voice. "Ms. Sambucco, how nice to see you again. I've just come from dinner. Had I known you'd be in the neighborhood, I would have extended an invitation."

Eva snickered softly. "That's very kind of you. But I've already eaten." Her lilt voice dripped with sarcasm. She held her ground even as the vampire undressed her with his eyes.

"Oh, on the contrary, my darling," Andreas replied. "There's always room for dessert. And you happen to be the most delectable treat I've come across in a very long time."

Then Andreas approached her. His gait bold and self-assured. With each step forward, she took another one back, until he had her trapped against the wall of the subway tunnel. He lifted his hand in slow motion to gently stroke her cheek with the pad of his finger. His coarse digits glided along her jawline as the huntress lowered her head to avoid his intense stare. She didn't seem to care much for bloodsuckers. At least, not one hell bent on seduction.

"I should warn you, Mr. Kristopolous–" she began.

"Please, call me Andreas." He couldn't breathe with her so near. Eva

tilted her head to the side and Andreas was rewarded with the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Long, luxurious eyelashes cast a sublime shadow over her angelic features, including a provocative glimpse of her ample bosom. His control teetered on the edge of collapse.

This is crazy. Take her now, while you've got the chance.

An internal battle raged inside Andreas as the animal fought for supremacy. Then Eva looked up at him, newfound courage reflected in her beautiful brown eyes. Her face flushed in an array of color. The sudden rush of blood to her cheeks started his own blood pumping. He growled with need.

Eva held her head high in blatant challenge. "Andreas. I advise you to back off. If you refuse, this will end badly. Very badly. I'll either drag you in to the authorities by the skin of your teeth or kill you. Your choice."

Without warning, Andreas pressed his burning lips to hers, demanding an acknowledgement. Eva broke away. Her head thrashed from side to side in an effort to resist his bold intrusion. But Andreas wouldn't be denied. He pinned her pliant curves more rigidly to the wall and locked both hands to her sides. It was either take what he needed or die trying.

Andreas's stare bore into her. He pleaded for total surrender. She blinked and her expression softened a bit. And he went for it with a kiss much more delicate than their first embrace. The pillowy-softness of his lips and the silky smoothness of his tongue, coaxed a response from her. Eva had no chance in hell of surviving the pure rapture of his kiss. Its sweet sensation, a stark contradiction to the way his firm, rigid body pressed against her. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her clitoris, and she moaned out loud. Before long, she kissed him back with a hunger he'd never experienced before.

Andreas couldn't stop the momentum of their mutual attraction. Neither of them could. It spiraled out of control with hands everywhere. Probing and prodding. They simply took that which was so desperately needed. Eva's voracious tongue explored his mouth. Andreas sucked on her pouty lower lip. In a bold move he never expected, she took hold of his firm ass cheeks and squeezed, unleashing the beast that prowled below on the surface. His fangs extended. Andreas scraped them against her tongue and tasted blood. Delicious, hot, and tempting. The taste drove him into a frenzy.

Like a lion pouncing on its prey, he grabbed the front of her floral-print blouse and yanked it open. Eva gasped as tiny glass buttons fell one by one to the ground. She opened her mouth as if to scold him just as Andreas swiped his sultry tongue over the lacy fabric covering her nipple. She went limp and melted in his arms, releasing the sexiest little half-whimper, half-moan he'd ever heard.

"You're not a huntress. You're a God damn witch sent to cast a spell on me." Andreas groaned as he left a trail of passionate kisses along the side of her throat. "I should drain your blood this very instant and get rid of you once and for all. But the need to fuck you is so much stronger."

"I know exactly what you mean." Eva whispered the words, her voice rough and gravely as Andreas lifted his head seeking another one of her sizzling kisses.

As his lips descended upon hers, Eva jerked her head back in one swift motion. Her forehead came into contact with the bridge of Andreas's nose. The blow took him by complete surprise. On instinct, he put his hand to his nose and saw the familiar red liquid pooled in the center of his palm. By the time he looked up again, ready to face his beautiful nemesis, she was gone, leaving him reeling. Both angry and aroused.

Month O' Love Day 21 with DC Juris

Today we're joined by Dc Juris , whose going to tell us a bit about himself, and his latest release , Betrayed!

1. Can you tell us a bit about your latest story? My latest release is a fantasy m/m titled "Betrayed." It's actually a rewrite of the very first story I ever wrote, and in the beginning it was m/f. It's changed quite a lot, obviously! LOL

2. What books have influenced your life the most?

3. When you're not writing what are you doing? Not much else. LOL I have an Evil Day Job that takes up a lot of my week, but the only other things I do aside from writing are photography and home improvement. Otherwise, I'm writing.

4. Chocolate or vanilla? Either, as long as they're gluten free!

5. What inspires you? I don't get inspiration like most other authors I know. I don't see things or hear a song and think "that would make a good story." My characters just kind of walk up and tap me on the shoulder, and I write down what they say.

6. Are you a pantser or a plotter? I'm definitely not a plotter. I write bits and pieces of the story down as they come to me, and then put them all together later.

7. Why should readers choose your books?

8. What's the best part of being a published author? Realization of a life-long dream, and being able to share my characters' stories with others – being able to bring substance to my characters' existences.

9. If one of your books was turned into a movie which actors would you pick to portray them?

10. Do you have a favorite of the books you've written?

11. What's your favorite movie? It all depends on my mood. But I've watched "Lake Placid" about a hundred times, so it's up there at the top!

12. Do you write to music? If so can you share a brief playlist ? I do write to music. I have a specific playlist that I write to. It has everything from The Benedictine Monks of Santo Domingo de Silos to Ludacris!

13. Do you have any writing quirks? I guess my only real quirk is that I have no quirks – I can write anywhere, anytime, in any situation.

14. What are three things your reader doesn't' know about you?

15. What are you working on next? Right now I'm in the middle of an m/m romance set in the aftermath of a zombie outbreak. That, and I've got 20 other WIPs going.