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Razed…another snippet

He pressed his thumb to the wide, soft curve of her lower lip.

Eyes on that curve, he said, “So . . . what? You here looking for a quick fuck, Keelie?”

She jerked, tried to pull away.

He didn’t let her, leaning his weight more heavily against her although he knew full well he might be tasting his balls, bloody and broken, in his throat in a moment.

“Back off,” she bit off.

“No.” He dipped his head, rubbed his lips against hers, and when she averted her head, he  skimmed them along her neck. “I’m just trying to see the picture that’s so obvious for you. I mean, I’ve been trying to get you to go out with me for . . . hell, three years now, if I remember right.”

Three years. Eight month. Two weeks? Not that he was counting, really.

When she did nothing, said nothing, just watched him with those inscrutable eyes of blue and brown, he leaned in and buried his face against her hair. Black and white again, the chunks of black framing her face.

“What’s this obvious thing I’m missing, Keelie?” he asked.

Then his eyes just about crossed, because instead of outright answering, she twined long, long legs around him and arched, pressing the heat of her sex against him and rocked. “This . . .” That pink flush rode her cheeks, hotter now, brighter, while her eyes practically glittered at him. “This. Isn’t it obvious what’s going on?”

Zane couldn’t help it. He caught her hips in his hands, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he leaned into her and rocked against her, hard, fast. Once, twice.

She shuddered and met him. And when he stopped, she whimpered.

He slid a hand up, closed it over her throat. The mad beat of her pulse against his palm drove him insane. He wanted to cover that fragile bit of skin with his mouth and bite down, suck on her skin until she shivered and whispered his name.

Instead, he said, “There are a lot of names for what this is. A quick fuck, like I mentioned. Keelie, that’s easy, and either one of us can get it any way. I’ll be honest . . . that’s not what I want from you.”

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Edged Blade…

In the year since her life was torn apart, Kit Colbana has slowly rebuilt herself.   There’s a promise of hope in the relationship with the alpha of the local shapeshifters and she no longer comes screaming into wakefulness.  Life’s not perfect but then again, when was it ever?

When her best friend Justin comes to her for help, there’s little question as to what her answer will be.  Witches are disappearing and Justin won’t rest until he has answers. Soon, they learn that it’s not just witches who’ve gone missing, but vampires and shifters, too.

Unlikely alliances are forged as Kit and Justin found themselves drawn into a twisted web of lies and betrayal.  As the clock counts down and the culprit behind recent disappearances is revealed, those Kit loves the most become the target of somebody who will kill to protect an ugly secret.

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Prep could be a pain in the ass.  All the things necessary to get yourself ready, it was a nuisance that I would love to live without, but sadly, the kind of life I lead sometimes calls for prep.

Not that you can prepare for my life.

Not that I can prepare for my life.  The few times I tried, life went and kicked me in the face.

I’m learning, slowly, how to kick back.

I wouldn’t doing much kicking in the shoes I’d just slid onto my feet, though.  My balance is stellar, but it’s just plain stupid to go kicking at something when you’re standing on a spiked heel not much bigger than a toothpick.

Heels.

Shoot me now, I was wearing heels.

And what would probably be considered something sort of…dressy?

Maybe?

I don’t know.

It was a costume.

I’d never been to a costume party in my life and if I was smart, I would have said no to this one, but impulse sort of drives my life.

I’m Kit Colbana.  On just about any other day you could find me in a pair of battered jeans or black BDUs, a T-shirt and my vest.  My vest—man, I felt naked without it. I’d seen an old knife in a junk store once—it was called a Swiss Army knife and although the blade on it hadn’t been shit, the knife itself had been full of useful little gadgets.  Maybe not useful in my line of work, but for somebody who wasn’t crazy?  Yeah, pretty useful.  Scissors, screwdriver, tweezers, corkscrew…you never knew when you’d need a corkscrew.

The knife reminded me of my vest.

I could pull almost any damn thing out of my vest.

But that damn thing didn’t go with sparkly green.  And it was unlikely I’d need weapons.

Unlikely. That didn’t mean impossible.

But I was going to a party and I’d be with Damon.  So I guess in a way, I did have a weapon. He just walked and talked and grew fur and fangs.

Nerves fluttered in my stomach.

I was going on a date with Damon and I was wearing a dress and I wasn’t taking my weapons.

Panic seized me and I lunged for my trunk. No way, no how could I do this without some kind of weapon. My hands fumbled with the clasp and it only got worse as I thought about where the party was going to be, who—not a specific who but a who nonetheless—would be there.

It was a party thrown by the Assembly.  There would be vamps there.

I wanted to puke.

Something red caught my eye. Power zipped up my arm and I hissed, instinctively jerking my hand back, only to pause and reach for the blade more slowly.  It was a pretty piece and even years after its bearer had died, you could feel the power inside it.  Druids were rather famed for creating pieces of magic—relics even—that carried their magic inside them for decades, even centuries, after their deaths.

Most Druids worked with more…natural…mediums.  Wood, for example.  I’d once seen a Druid’s staff and I’d coveted it so badly, I had sketched out plans to steal it.

But it was on display in the Smithsonian.

I’m greedy, but I’m not stupid.

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Do you NaNo?

It’s National Novel Writing Month.  NaNo.

I’ve never done NaNo before but a lot of people do….are you one of them?

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Reissue: Every Last Fantasy ~ A Christmas Novella

So rights reverted back on some of my EC titles, including this one…

It’s only 0.99 for the holidays!

After a naughty Christmas wish, Vikky discovers that she has a wicked secret admirer. Taunted by teasing notes, seduced by sinful promises, she finds herself living out some of her wildest fantasies.

Erik had no idea that agreeing to play Santa would put him back in Vikky’s orbit—or that she would make such a sexy Christmas wish. Unable to resist her warm blue eyes or the promise of her amazing body, he gives in to the urge to fulfill her Christmas fantasy.

But what started out as fun turns into so much more…

Please note: This title has been previously issued. It has been substantially re-edited with a fair amount of rewriting, but very little new material has been added.

 

One of her hands went around his neck but the other started to reach for the blindfold. “Don’t touch it, Vikky.”

If she saw him and pulled away…mine.  He couldn’t help but think it. Mine.  The thought of her pulling away shattered him.

Her hand fell away as he carried her inside, lowering her to the floor beside the kitchen table, bending his head to buss her lips. “I’ve things I want to do to you,” he murmured, walking around her, staring at her as she stood there.  He freed the clasp on her cloak and tossed it on the table behind her.  It fell across the smooth surface like a blanket as he caught the tangled, twisted material of her skirt.

By the time he had the skirt and her panties off, his hands were shaking.

She stood in front of him now wearing an emerald green sweater and boots.

He slid a hand around her waist and pulled her against him, his hand smoothing across the taut, silken skin of her ass.

”Don’t you want to know what kind of things?” he asked.

She sucked in a breath.  “Yes.”

“Things I’ve dreamed about…Vikky, sugar, you wouldn’t believe my dreams.” He lifted his head and watched as he brought his hand down on the plump curve her ass—a sharp, stinging little slap.

When the harsh, hungry cry fell from her lips, Erik could have growled in triumph. ”You like that.”

“Yes.”  She gulped in air.

“You told me that,” he murmured, dipping his head to brush his lips across her shoulder.  “When we talked online.  You told me all sorts of things, Vikky.  Did you mean them?”

Her response was a startled inhalation of breath…and a slow nod.

“Good. Now…take off your sweater.  I want to see you.  All of you.”

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Razed…almost ready

He pressed his thumb to the wide, soft curve of her lower lip.

Eyes on that curve, he said, “So . . . what? You here looking for a quick fuck, Keelie?”

She jerked, tried to pull away.

He didn’t let her, leaning his weight more heavily against her although he knew full well he might be tasting his balls, bloody and broken, in his throat in a moment.

“Back off,” she bit off.

“No.” He dipped his head, rubbed his lips against hers, and when she averted her head, he  skimmed them along her neck. “I’m just trying to see the picture that’s so obvious for you. I mean, I’ve been trying to get you to go out with me for . . . hell, three years now, if I remember right.”

Three years. Eight month. Two weeks? Not that he was counting, really.

When she did nothing, said nothing, just watched him with those inscrutable eyes of blue and brown, he leaned in and buried his face against her hair. Black and white again, the chunks of black framing her face.

“What’s this obvious thing I’m missing, Keelie?” he asked.

Then his eyes just about crossed, because instead of outright answering, she twined long, long legs around him and arched, pressing the heat of her sex against him and rocked. “This . . .” That pink flush rode her cheeks, hotter now, brighter, while her eyes practically glittered at him. “This. Isn’t it obvious what’s going on?”

Zane couldn’t help it. He caught her hips in his hands, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he leaned into her and rocked against her, hard, fast. Once, twice.

She shuddered and met him. And when he stopped, she whimpered.

He slid a hand up, closed it over her throat. The mad beat of her pulse against his palm drove him insane. He wanted to cover that fragile bit of skin with his mouth and bite down, suck on her skin until she shivered and whispered his name.

Instead, he said, “There are a lot of names for what this is. A quick fuck, like I mentioned. Keelie, that’s easy, and either one of us can get it any way. I’ll be honest . . . that’s not what I want from you.”

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A Book A Week…Giveaway

So, I’ve decided I’m going to give away a book a week until the end of the year.  Some will be ebook, some will be print. To enter…

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I generally only send out one a month, unless there’s something really interesting to share. Winner’s names will be posted in the newsletter and I’ll probably batch-post them… (say 2 name posted for the remaining weeks in November, then I’ll go again in December).

To sign up… just go here.  Standard disclaimer… you must be the age of majority, no purchase necessary, odds of winning depend on number of entries, etc, etc. Full disclaimer at link above.  You can unsubscribe at any time and names aren’t sold, traded, given away or dropped from hot air balloons.

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Such awesome. Very wow.

YOU OWN ME and BROKEN BLADE (written by my alter-ego) were both nominated for RT Reviewer’s Choice Awards.

I’m kinda dazed and delighted here.

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Twists ahead…are you ready?

 

“You son of a bitch,” she whispered, grabbing his hair and pulling him down to her.  “You can’t do this to me.  Don’t you know what you’re doing?”

He studied her face and he reached up, ran the back of his knuckles down her cheek, and then, for once, let himself touch her mouth.  “Yes.  Because I’m doing it to me as well.  But you must understand. This, you, me…it could have never happened.  Happiness was something I was never meant to have.  And you would have made me happy.”

He stole a bit of it, though, then and there, pressing his mouth to hers.  “If I could have let myself, I would have loved you.”

Furious Fire, the second to the last in the Grimm Series, is now available.

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Tomorrow! Furious Fire

In that moment, I came awake, my body shuddering as pain gripped me.

I gasped and in a blink, two men stood over me.

One was Will and I glared at him balefully.

Okay, yeah, I’d been the one to pounce on his back and send the two of us tumbling to the ground—or…through it?

I still didn’t know.

But whatever had happened, it resulted in me hurting more than I could remember hurting, short of dying.

And I didn’t think that was getting ready.

But then my gaze skipped over and hit the other man.

Open your mouth now…

I sucked in a breath and that very action brought tears to my eyes, but it wasn’t enough to make me look away from him.

Silvered moonlight washed the color from his eyes, from his hair, leaving him cut with swathes of pale light and deep shadow.

His face was harder.

Grimmer.

But…

My throat locked.

A name sprung to my lips, but instinct had me locking it back.

Thom…

Open your mouth now.

Shaken, I tore my gaze away.  Unable to find a single thing to look at, save for his profile or the star-studded sky overhead, I closed my eyes.

Thom.  His name was Thom.  Thomas…Thomas Finn.  It connected in my head.  Reflexively, I clenched my hands into fists.

“Do you remember what happened?”

The low, cool voice forced my attention away from Thom and I found myself looking at Will.

Oh, bite me.  The comment burned on the tip of my tongue, but I held it back.  It was my own damn fault, I was lying there, feeling like I’d been worked over by a couple of the meaner demons—there were some who liked to eat people. Literally.  They were vicious and once I’d stumbled across a group of them, interrupted the meal time.  If I hadn’t had the Colt I coddled like a baby, I never would have made it out of that alive.

Two of them had still gotten their hands on me and I’d spent two weeks pissing blood and eating nothing any harder than mashed potatoes while healed up over the damage they’d done me.

It was the most damage I’d ever taken.

Right now? I didn’t feel quite that bad.  But it was close.

“Remember?”  I curled my lip at him as I slowly worked on getting my arms under me.  That hurt.  I eased upright.  That hurt worse.  Something ground inside me and I gasped.  Okay, broken ribs.  Lovely.  Panting, I made it upright and saw that Will was watching me with unsympathetic eyes.  Off to the side…I swallowed, tried not to let myself think about him, his name…his hands on me.  I remembered that.  Bits and pieces of a life I’d suspected but never really remembered.  That had changed now.

“Sure.”  I settled my weight back on my hands, doggedly focusing on Will’s face.  “I remember you grabbing me, knocking me out.  Then I’m in a hotel room and you won’t let me leave.  You yammering in my ear—then inside my head—and then without explaining jackshit—you tell me I’m free to go.”

Silver flashed in those eyes.  A silver glow.  It was eerie as hell.

I tensed and braced myself to grab for a weapon, only to remember he’d taken them all.  And I hadn’t gotten them back.

His voice was still soft as he asked, “Do you remember what happened next?”

“Oh, yeah.  That was the Tilt-A-Whirl ride from hell, man.  Now.  Where are my weapons?  Get them and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Will you…” He drew those words out, a thin, mocking layer of amusement under them as he rose and turned.

I flinched at the sound of the next voice.  “She’s human.”

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Stuff

Sorry the blog has been so quiet lately.  Life has been hectic.  Things were calming down and writing was leveling out.  Then life sucker punches you, as life does.

Two weeks ago, my brother-in-law–we’ll call him J–had a stroke.  He survived and I think, with rehab, he’ll make a pretty decent recovery.  The kick in the pants is that J doesn’t have insurance.  He worked full-time for a small place, but he had no insurance.  He will have some now, in a month, but that doesn’t do us any good in the meantime and he desperately needs to get into a rehab facility.  Right now, he’s still in the hospital but every day he’s not get the serious rehab a stroke patient needs, the longer it delays his recovery.

The really sucky thing is that it looks like the discharging him to home and do rehab via the home setting, which is far from ideal.

The whole thing sucks. He’s worn out, we’re worn out, I’m running behind.

Also…I kind of have a blog tour going on that I haven’t told you all about…  

You maybe wanna go visit places?  There are prizes!

October 28th

El Rincón de Becks Cut scene or character interview from Candy House

October 29th

Vera is Reading Cut scene or character interview from No Prince Charming

October 30th

Nette’s Bookshelf Reviews Cut scene from Crazed Hearts & Review of Furious Fire

October 31st

Undercover book reviews Cut scene from Tarnished Knight

November 1st

Can’t Talk, I’m Reading Cut scene or character interview from Locked in Silence

November 2nd

NightWolf Book Blog Cut scene or character interview from Grimm Tidings

November 3rd

Reviews by Crystal Cut scene or character interview from Blind Destiny

November 4th

Becky on Books Guest Post and Review of Furious Fire

The Caffeinated Booknerd Excerpt

November 5th

deal sharing aunt Excerpt

November 6th

Vampire Book Club Guest Post

November 7th

LuLo Fangirl Author Interview

Lita’s Book Blog Excerpt and Review of Furious Fire

November 8th

Reading Between the Wines Book Club Excerpt

Books That Hook Author Interview and Review of Furious Fire

November 9th

Hooked On Books Forever Excerpt and Review of Furious Fire

November 10th

Those Crazy Book Chicks Review of Furious Fire

grownupfangirl Excerpt and Dreamcast

 

The blog tour is for FURIOUS FIRE which is due out Tuesday.

I caught his head, pulling him to me. “Kiss me,” I demanded, the demand more of a husky plea than anything else. His lips returned to mine, his teeth scraping against the lower one, nipping it and sucking it lightly before his tongue started to tease the lower one.

The kiss was a seduction, his hands drove me to madness and I wanted, more than anything, to have him inside me.

“Stop teasing me,” I rasped into his mouth, catching his lower lip and biting him.

He laughed roughly. “I’m not teasing. Once I put my cock in you, I’m going to last minutes at best. I want to make you cry out, need to hear you scream.”

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I’ve been talking about J’s stroke on my facebook page and some on twitter.  A number of people have emailed, asking if there’s anything they can do.  Thoughts and prayers, people.  They mean the world.

If anybody feels so inclined to buy my book Tuesday, and spread the word?  Trust me…that would help a lot as well.

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