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March 17, 2013
The Little (or not so little) Things In A Writer’s Life
I’ve been on a quest this past week to organize my new office better and maximize my workspace for comfort. I often spend 15 hours a day or more at my computer and that tends to take a toll on my back, neck and arms. In particular my neck has been bothering me a lot lately from looking down at my laptop.
So… I decided it was time to set up my office better and use my laptop more like a desktop whenever I’m working in here. Of course no good reorganization is any fun without a shopping trip so off to best buy I went.
One new keyboard and giant 27″ monitor later, this office is looking good. LOL
March 2, 2013
Snippet Saturday – Holding Out For A Heroine
Happy Saturday!
I’m on deadline so this is going to be quick. A couple of years ago I wrote a sexy BDSM romance novella exclusively for All Romance eBooks. I got a lot of emails from people who wanted to be able to buy it direct at Amazon or Barnes and Noble. Well… You’re about to get your wish. I got a notification last week that Sweet Submission is about to hit both very soon. As will Frost Bitten the other exclusive novella I wrote for All Romance. I’ll be sure to announce when both are available at those outlets. In the meantime they are available at All Romance in a format for every reader.
And…
If you haven’t yet read Sweet Submission, I hope you will soon because I am wrapping up a sequel, titled Reclaiming His Submissive that will be published in May. Hence the deadline this weekend.
So on that note, I’m leaving you with a snippet from Sweet Submission.
How far would you go with a perfect stranger? Would you answer an unsigned invitation to a BDSM club?
I had so much fun writing Harper that I couldn’t help myself from writing a sequel with the same characters. *g*
Excerpt:
“Can I get your name, please?” The concierge had returned to his station behind the desk while she’d been single mindedly focusing on the state of her dress.
“Yes,” she cleared her throat. “Harper Allison.”
“Ah, yes, Ms. Allison. I’ve been expecting you. I have a few electronic forms for you to look over before you can be escorted to the private areas of the club.”
“Great. Can you tell me who I will be meeting?”
The concierge lifted his brow and frowned. “I’m afraid that is not part of the instructions I’ve been given.” He handed her a leather portfolio. “If you’ll read through this and then sign where indicated, you’ll be all set.”
It was Harper’s turn to frown. She reluctantly accepted the folder and opted for one of the plush chairs in the corner where she could read through whatever her anonymous date had in store for her. She opened the crisp cover and found an electronic tablet inside. With the swipe of her finger, she read through the document. Unfortunately, she found nothing specific to her. Instead she read what looked like boilerplate language detailing the rules of the club and all that entailed. There were however, express details about the safety precautions and screenings required of members along with notations regarding guests. Members were limited to a certain number of guests per year and while she was here she was to choose a safe word that could be uttered or signaled in any or all rooms of the club. These safeguards were in place to ensure a discreet and pleasurable experience for all members and guests alike.
Harper reread the safety information and rules three times, ensuring she understood every word. She’d taken a pretty big leap by coming here to meet a stranger but it didn’t mean she’d go in uneducated. Fortunately for her, it seemed the Glass Kat Supper Club took their patrons discretion and safety very seriously with attention to detail and some pretty high standards. After some of the dives she’d seen years ago it was a nice change. It was amazing what money could buy even when it came to sexual deviance.
At the end of the document she scribbled in her safeword and signed her name with the plastic wand provided. She walked back to the desk and handed the portfolio back to the concierge.
“Do you have any questions?”
“Only the one.” She reminded him.
He nodded his head. “I’ll escort you to the dining room then.” He stepped in front of her and waved to indicate she was to follow him down the corridor.
The opulence surrounding them was not lost on Harper. The place smelled so expensive the walls might as well have been papered with money. When they passed the dining room she’d worked the other night she hesitated. “Aren’t we…”
He turned and followed the direction of her gaze before shaking his head. “No, there is a smaller dining room you’ll be occupying this evening. But don’t worry. It’s fully staffed and anything you can think of is available for the asking.”
“Uh huh. Except for the name of the man I am meeting.”
The concierge ignored her statement and continued toward the end of the hall. The sudden eerie silence surrounding her made her stop and think. They’d passed several doors as well as a bank of elevators and had yet to hear a sound not of their own making. She moved closer to one of the doors and placed her ear against it.
Nothing.
A fresh sliver of fear worked over her. Despite the appearance of money and safety, doubts crept into her mind. Dare or not, coming here had been a pretty impulsive decision. Yet, the idea of getting her life back on track in the direction of her choosing appealed more than she’d expected. It had been so long since a man had touched her in anything but a functional way. Her husband had forced her to set aside all of her submissive needs for the vanilla life he expected. Now she had a chance to start over—with her rules.
“Every room is soundproofed, Harper.” She jumped at the unfamiliar voice directly behind her and whirled to face the stranger.
The rugged face behind her took her by surprise. Piercing blue eyes stared back at her, halting her breath. Thick, dark hair surrounded his face. A strong jaw, slightly crooked nose and a chin covered with the distinct growth of a five o’clock shadow screamed manly man louder than she’d ever heard. He was good-looking but not handsome. In fact the first word that popped into her head was strong. A thought that sent chills racing up and down her spine.
But it was his wide mouth that really caught her attention. The slight curve of a half-smile threatened to melt her to a puddle of goo, right there on the very expensive floor.
“I—uh—” She couldn’t think straight with him staring at her like she’d just become the main course at an all you-can-eat buffet. She had half a mind to look down and see if somehow she’d lost her clothes. She felt that naked in front of him.
“You’re late.” He did not sound angry or ask a question so Harper simply bowed her head in acknowledgement. Even though she had a legitimate work reason for being tardy, she’d never been one to make excuses for anything. “Where is your rose?”
Harper cringed at the question. She’d debated all day long how to handle this. At the last minute she’d decided not to bring it with her. “I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know you.”
“That’s a shame really. I had such plans for you and your rose this evening. If we proceed then you’ll have to be punished for that later.” He must have noticed the way her face fell at his words. He cupped her chin and forced her to once again to meet his gaze. “I do however, find you quite brave for agreeing to come tonight.” He stepped closer, filling her personal space with his broad body. He towered several inches over her own five eight frame. “I couldn’t help but notice you here last week. The way you reacted to the different scenes taking place at the collaring ceremony. I suspect you aren’t unfamiliar with the lifestyle.”
“No,” she whispered.
“In fact, you seemed particularly interested in the ménage play the newly collared sub was engaged in.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“You didn’t know anyone watched you as closely as you watched them did you?”
Harper shook her head. Horrified that she’d been so easy to read.
“Don’t worry. It’s a very common fantasy. The question is… What are you willing to be—willing to do—in order to meet those longings I spied on your face that day?”
Harper swallowed thickly. Staring into this man’s face and listening to his deep commanding tone made her want to drop to her knees and offer herself up to his pleasure. In this day and age of enlightened sexuality what did it matter?
“I don’t know what to say.”
His lips curved into that delectable half smile again. Her mind immediately imagined his lush mouth traversing every inch of her naked form. “Have you seen enough of the Kat to believe you are safe here?”
She mulled his question through her mind. Safe. That’s not exactly what she’d been thinking. Ravished maybe. Obviously this is what happened when you deprived yourself of sex for such a long time. She’d agree to just about anything. Sanity managed to penetrate her brain and she considered what little she knew. She’d created a safeword but no negotiations beyond that had occurred.
“I wont harm you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
There it was. The big giant elephant in the room. Her Fear.
“You need to decide. Do you want to join me in the private dining room and find out what path your pleasure will take or do you want to go home now. The choice is yours.”
She stared at him with feigned surprise when all she really saw were the wide shoulders and strong arms she could imagine holding her down while they fucked. Every second she spent drinking in his imposing appearance, lust built between her thighs until it became difficult to think straight. Her stomach flipped at the mere idea of fulfilling one of her longest held fantasies. Sex with a perfect stranger…
I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek into the world of Harper and Alex. For more snippety goodness from the other fantastic authors, be sure to follow the trail:
February 13, 2013
Blog Hop Winner
Thanks so much to all the wonderful readers who stopped by during the Chocolate, Roses & Handcuff blog hop and left some amazing comments. Y’all rock!
I’d also again like to thank the hosts for organizing such a fantastic party!
Now to the good part. The winner of the digital 4-pack of the first four Purgatory novellas is:
laurie goudge
Laurie, please email me your choice of format at elizagayleauthor at gmail dot com and I’ll get that right out to you!
Thanks again everyone and I look forward to hopping with you again.
Eliza
February 2, 2013
Snippet Saturday – Emotion
**If you’re here for the Chocolate, Roses and Handcuffs blog hop, please scroll down.**
Happy Saturday Y’all!
It’s time for another Snippet Saturday and today’s theme is emotion. As much as I want to post another excerpt from Tucker’s Fall, I guess I should spread the wealth and give some of the other books some attention. 
Today we’ll visit the Pleasure Playground series with the first book in the series, Midnight Playground. I clearly remember how intense it was writing a menage about a temperamental erotic photographer.
Here’s a snippet:
“Eve.”
She jumped at the sound of her name. So lost in her thoughts she’d not heard Chase approach her desk. Her breath quickened and her pulse sped up from the one simple word. She lifted her lashes and looked at him through hooded eyes she prayed didn?t look guilty. Because right now she felt like a naughty girl who?d just been busted. Thank God she?d refrained from touching herself again.
“This new order. Did you talk to them when they called?”
She nodded. Mesmerized by the shade of green reflected in his gaze. In his case, eyes weren’t windows to the soul. They were the microscope that saw into her thoughts. As if somehow he’d noticed her spying on him, or that the moment he said her name, renewed arousal dampened her panties, and he damned well knew it.
“Did they say who this was for?”
“No, but I did get the impression it was for someone pretty important. The woman was quite confident that you’d be willing to fill this order as quickly as they wanted.” She tried not to fidget, but it was impossible to sit still with him looking at her with such intensity.
“That’s too bad because as intriguing as this shoot would be, I’m going to have to turn this one down.”
Damn. Even the tight frown of his lips turned her on. She’d give anything to trace the shape of his mouth, to explore every line.
“Why?”
“No model that fits the requirements. It’s often hard enough to find a redhead for a hard-core shoot. But a plus-size model? No way.”
“What about me? I could do it.” Eve clamped her hand over her mouth, shocked she’d blurted the offer out loud. Still, she’d made the offer, and she held her breath waiting for his response.
His eyes narrowed and he stared into her gaze. Searching for something maybe. Her neck warmed with the humiliation that crept through her.
“Come here,” he demanded gruffly.
Worried, she moved from behind the reception desk and stood in front of him. Not squirming while he looked at her from head to toe proved impossible as she shifted from one foot to the other. He went back to staring into her eyes and she found it nerve-racking to hold his gaze. Too scared to keep up the pretense, she shifted her gaze to the floor and the black patent four-inch spike heels she had on. The skirts and blouses she wore every day might shout boring, but her shoes were 100-percent hooker.
She’d learned to wear clothes that didn’t draw attention to her curves, only her cleavage, and she used her hair and shoes to further distract. Still, standing in front of Chase with the aid of extra height still left her feeling small. The top of her head might reach his chin. She’d guess he stood at least six feet three, if not taller. He simply dwarfed her. And for the first time in her life, she loved being short. It seemed to give him a sense of power over her.
“No.” The blunt word shocked her. She stood speechless and rooted to her spot while he turned and walked back to his studio. No explanation, no further discussion, just no.
She fought the tears that threatened to fall as his abrupt rejection filtered through her thoughts. Eve looked at the front door and back at the studio Chase had disappeared into. She’d made the biggest fool of herself with no rock to crawl under.
She wasn’t good enough for Chase Miller. The first tear splashed on her cheek and she ran for the exit.
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Mari Carr
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Felicity Heaton
Caris Roane
Myla Jackson
February 1, 2013
Chocolate, Roses & Handcuffs – Woohoo!
Welcome to my stop on the Chocolate, Roses and Handcuffs Blog Hop hosted by Full Moon Bites, Kallypso Masters and Cari Silverwood.
I honestly can’t think of a better combination for the month of February. Although judging from the books I’ve written, I’d probably say rope instead of handcuffs. lol
And if we’re going to talk about kink, then I’ve got a brand new book to tell you about that is the beginning of a spinoff trilogy from my fetish series, Purgatory Club.
Tucker’s Fall (Purgatory Masters #1)
Scandalized professor Maggie Cisco returns to her hometown to lick her wounds and reconsider her future. Her years of personal and professional research into the BDSM lifestyle has landed her in jail, in divorce court and now in the headlines of more newspapers than she cares to count. The worst of all? The entire debacle is being blamed on a bestselling book she hasn’t even read!
Just when she thinks her only solution is a tell all memoir, a snowstorm puts her in the path of stunningly handsome, insanely rich and equally intense, Tucker Lewis.
Tucker remembers Maggie well. They once shared a mind-numbing kiss at the annual St. Mary’s carnival when her boyfriend wasn’t looking. No stranger to scandal, he looks past public opinion to the submissive craving a master’s touch and decides then and there what he wants. He’s going after Maggie and her heart’s kinkiest desires.
Unfortunately, no amount of money can change the sins of the past and when they’re certain they know everything there is to know about each other, one discovers a secret they aren’t prepared for.
Hopefully I’ve intrigued you and you want to learn more. Fortunately, I can accomodate you. *grins* Before I wrote Tucker’s novel, years ago I started the Purgatory as a series of short stories that would each focus on a different fetish. So far there is rope, exhibitionism, flogging, and fire play. Yes… fire play. And if you’ve never read a fire play scene, it might surprise you.
To one lucky commenter, I will be giving away the complete 4 story Purgatory Club novellas in your choice of an eBook collection or a print copy. All you have to do is leave me a comment and tell me what kind of kink is your favorite to read or if you haven’t tried reading any, what you’re looking forward to. Too shy to answer that question? That’s okay, you can simply say hello in the comments and you’ll be included in the drawing.
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January 26, 2013
Snippet Saturday – Author’s Choice
The theme this week is author’s choice and I’ve chosen an excerpt from my latest release Tucker’s Fall.
Since it’s January and easily the coldest month of the year, I imagine many of you will empathize with Maggie as she white knuckles her steering wheel trying to get through a snow storm in one piece. After reading the scene if you’d like to to take a trip behind the scene, you’ll want to visit the behind the book section of the Tucker’s Fall book page for more nuggets about Maggie and her cold weather issues.
Excerpt:
Maggie tightened her hands on the steering wheel and held on for dear life. Flakes the size of dollar coins attacked her windshield as she struggled to see the road. Why had she not listened to the news reports when they’d warned the coming storm would be serious? Instead she’d ignored everything around her and stayed at the coffee shop until the roads turned white and her latest chapter had been edited to perfection.
Another chapter in her first book wouldn’t do her much good if she didn’t survive the drive home. She narrowed her eyes. Her visibility was shit and she still had several miles to go. Not to mention the hill. A rough groan formed at the back of her throat. Her decision to come to the lake
for the winter really had been a very bad idea. As far as she was concerned, Dorothy had it all wrong. No place like home was nothing but bullshit created by some Pollyanna who’d never made a mistake in her life. Small town America held a grudge when one of their own made a spectacle of themselves in the public eye.
Maggie turned the wheel to hold her course on the road and blew out a hard breath. Focus on the road and worry about your life later, dumbass.
With her turn coming up, she slowly pressed the brake pedal and turned on her signal. This was it. The hill that stood between her and home. At about ten miles per hour she navigated her small sports car across the road and made her way to Miller road. So far so good.
Her car crested the hill and the long descent loomed below her. “Slow and steady,” she chanted over and over again. Her teeth ached something fierce from clenching her jaw, but she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. Driving in the snow terrified her. It had been years since she’d tried, but it took nothing to recall the tree that had mangled her parent’s SUV the last time she’d attempted to drive in the white stuff.
After college she’d moved from North Carolina to Florida where her chance of snow turned to zero and the sun shone almost every day of the year. Not to mention the lack of hills.
Red lights flashed in Maggie’s vision and her heart clenched. There were two cars nose to nose in the middle of the road. She slammed on the brake to stop her car and nothing happened. Shit! In the back of her mind she vaguely remembered being told to never slam on the brakes in snow or ice because her car would lose traction. In a weird sort of slow motion her car continued to slide slowly down the hill toward the cars blocking her passage.
Maggie’s stomach trembled as she pulled the wheel in the opposite direction. Her car swerved to the left, but not enough. As the seconds ticked by and her windshield wipers ushered the snow from her window as quickly as it fell the pit in her stomach grew.
At the first sound of metal scraping against metal, Maggie cried out.
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Delilah Devlin
Lauren Dane
January 5, 2013
Snippet Saturday
Woohoo! It’s Saturday and it’s time for a new snippet. This week’s theme is emotion and I’ve decided to give you a nice look inside the heroine in Tucker’s Fall. One of my favorite emotions to explore in my writing is fear. It’s so easy in every day life to let fear hold you back.
I’ve been guilty of letting fear stop me and I’ve also busted through it by going for it. In this scene Tucker has offered Maggie a chance at something she really wants. But she has to get past her fear before she can have it.
Enjoy!
Excerpt:
“You’re a submissive wishing for a Dominant and I’m a Dominant looking for one submissive.”
Maggie swallowed, trying to get his words to sink in. No way in hell had she heard him correctly. Despite her shock, a wave of lust surged through her. Her head spun and her stomach quivered. This was Tucker. The nice boy who had branded her all those years ago with a searing kiss that shocked her to her core. Now he sat on her couch offering her the one thing she secretly ached for. A frown formed across her face. Apparently her desires weren’t so secret anymore. The scandal of her life had obviously followed her home.
She brought her hands to Tucker’s chest and pushed. He gave an inch and nothing more. “Don’t do this,” she whispered. It wasn’t easy to form words with the high level of need crashing down on her. What she’d fought for weeks to bottle back up inside her now threatened to break free all over again. She’d been so close to true discovery and then everything crashed and burned around her. An unbelievable case of bad timing had opened her eyes to her ridiculous behavior. Tears burned behind her eyes and she squeezed them shut to hold them at bay. Nothing would embarrass her more than to start crying in front of him.
“Don’t do that.” Tucker’s voice whispered through her. “Don’t start reinforcing walls and making plans to shut me down. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Maggie tried to swallow beyond the thick lump in her throat. He didn’t know it all. No one did. There had been a lot of speculation about that night. Her ex didn’t even care why she’d been in the club, only that she’d been caught there and hauled to jail. He’d used her embarrassment to his advantage, had refused to bail her out and filed for divorce. He’d all but dared her to not sign the settlement agreement, too. Suddenly, all the male students he’d slept with meant nothing in the face of her public scandal.
After days of trying to figure out what to do, she’d grabbed the first opportunity to get out.
Yet none of those memories abated the throbbing now going on between her legs. In an instant, Tucker had managed to reawaken her — gotta have it or I’m going to die — craving that had plagued her for years. The mysterious something else that kept her researching late into the night, page after page on the internet as she tried to understand why she’d become so deeply drawn to the lifestyle.
His proximity didn’t help either. Warm breath fluttered across her skin as he waited far too patiently, making her heart beat faster. Good thing she was already sitting down.
“You tell me that I don’t know you very well, yet that doesn’t stop you from jumping to conclusions about me. For all you know you could be one hundred percent wrong.” She hated the sharp edge her voice carried. Her defenses were an auto pilot mechanism she didn’t know how to disengage. Not after what she’d been through.
Tucker pulled back and met her gaze. For a few agonizing seconds, silence enveloped them as he stared down at her. She felt as though Tucker could see straight through all of her lies, her half-truths and the walls she’d concocted to hide the need. She admired this Tucker. The confidence that oozed from him was so different from most men she encountered. Most of the professors at the college she worked were ridiculously old school, and not in a good way. They frowned on her research and spent more time offering snide comments than any real support. Not one showed an iota of interest in anything she had to say.
“Look me in the eye, Maggie, and tell me I’m wrong. If you can do
that then I’ll gladly apologize and drop the whole thing.”
Sheer terror sliced through her. Despite her blustering, she liked
everything she’d witnessed so far. There were a lot of things in life that made her uncertain, that didn’t mean she didn’t go for them. That’s how the big events in life happened. Sometimes you just have to go for it.
She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Just go for it, Maggie. There isn’t much else to lose. “You’re not wrong,” she admitted. For some reason the attack she expected didn’t come. Where she’d thought he’d touch her more, he withdrew. Maggie frowned, unable to disguise her confusion.
Tucker cupped her chin with his palm and titled her head to stare into her eyes. “Don’t look so disappointed, Miss Maggie. You know as well as I do that this needs to go slow. That means tonight you are going to take a long, hot bath after you finish your drink. You’ll wash your body while thinking of me, then you’ll slip between the cool sheets of your bed before midnight and go to sleep without touching yourself. You’re going to need your sleep.”
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January 2, 2013
Naughty New Year Hop
Happy New Year everyone and welcome to my stop on the Naughty New Year Hop. Thanks so much to Skye Warren for hosting this fantastic collection of amazing people. Be sure to read to the bottom to see all the cool prizes this time.
I can’t tell you how happy I was to see 2013 arrive this year. Adios 2012, you can suck it!
Last year really wasn’t that bad, but I’m sure ready to get the new year going in good ol’ naughty style. It just so happens I have a brand new book coming out with a fair amount of naughty content. So to celebrate I thought I’d give you all a present in addition to the contest prize I have below.
How about some wallpaper to steam up your computer screen? For most of us it’s darn cold outside. Thank goodness Tucker has invited us inside. He has many naughty ways to warm us up.
Instructions: To download, choose the size for your computer screen, then right click on the image and select “Save Image As”.
So let’s get to the rest of the goodies:
For my giveaway, I’m going to give away a fun little goodie bag filled with naughty things to get your New Year started off the right way. There might be a blindfold, handcuffs or other similar items. I want it to be a surprise.
All you have to do to win is leave me a comment here on the blog and tell me what book you are currently reading. 
Of course, if you want to shower some love on Tucker and his flogger, I’ll completely understand.
But that’s not all! The grand prize giveaways for the blog hop are a $100 gift card to EdenFantasys and a digital gift basket of 10 erotica books. You’ve just got to get hopping and leave comments on the blogs you visit to be entered.
Be sure to visit all the stops on the hop for more giveaways http://www.skyewarren.com/hop/
December 15, 2012
Saturday Snippet – Winter
Welcome to Snippet Saturday. If you’re looking for the Candy Cane Kink hop please scroll down.
Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve done a Saturday Snippet and it feels great to be back. Today’s theme is winter and I’ve chosen Frost Bitten for my snippet. I haven’t done a shifter book in a while and I sure do miss them.
I’m wrapping up revisions on a contemporary right now and then I’m headed back to my Black cougar series and finishing the long awaited Bad Kitty.
In the meantime there are quite a few shifter books available from me if you haven’t had a chance to try them. Frost Bitten is my menage stand alone with my Jaguar shifter named Daisy.
This book was written exclusively for All Romance eBooks during their Perfect Strangers promotion earlier this year. While you can’t buy it on Amazon or B&N, it does come in every format for every e-reader at All Romance.
Frost Bitten
Resistance may be possible, but who are they kidding?
While on a search and rescue mission in the middle of a snowstorm, Seth and his twin Trent catch the scent of an unfamiliar shifter. Drawn to locate the source they hike deep into the woods to an abandoned cabin where they find an enticing little jaguar in the throes of heat.
Tired of being smothered by her five brothers and the pressure to mate, Daisy wanted nothing more than a week alone in the middle of freaking no where. The last thing she needed was a run in with two sexy as sin—and totally off limits—cougar shifters. Unfortunately, she’s not the kind of woman to leave them out in the cold.
Faced with the misery of unmet sexual desire or hot, no strings attached sex with two men… What’s a girl to do?
Excerpt:
Daisy shuddered in front of the roaring fire with her hands held in front of her, desperately trying to get warm. Her idea to escape to the mountains for a little peace and quiet had turned into a case of insanity in the making. Never in her life had she seen this much snow and the radio forecasted for another heavy snowfall overnight thanks to the front moving right over this mountain.
Not that a little cold weather would necessarily kill her but it made her teeth chatter and did nothing to assuage the agony of her sexual cycle. She pressed a hand to her abdomen and willed the cramping to go away.
Why had no one warned her how bad this would get if she refused help?
Because you live and work with men, stupid.
There was that. A poacher in the midst of the Everglades had killed her mother when Daisy was still a cub. Fortunately the game warden had discovered her after only a few days and he’d scooped her out of the water and brought her to a new family. People like her. They’d taught her how to live as a shifter and loved her like their own.
The next twenty years had gone by in a blur and she’d taken over a different game warden position about five years ago. Not that it had been an easy transition. She’d literally fought for it—tooth and claw. She loved her brothers, but their ideas about her future were antiquated beyond belief. Overcoming their objections had not been easy.
Fortunately, for her, the men of her kind always underestimated her because she was so small. Daisy smiled. They never saw the ambush coming—ever.
Another chill swept over her. She rubbed her hands together frantically to generate friction. No, she was not used to this kind of bone deep cold. The backwoods of coastal South Carolina, where she now resided, were nothing like this.
After several minutes of trying everything save for dousing her head in the flames, her head popped up and her nose flared. The scent outside changed.
Intruders.
She dropped the blanket and ran for her gear. She could certainly smell them now. Whoever they were they were not trying to hide. She shoved her feet in her boots and donned the rest of her newly purchased winter wear. She wasn’t about to sit here and wait to be hunted. She was jaguar for Christ’s sake. If anyone would be hunting around here it would be her.
Fortunately, she’d already scoped out the entire property around the small cabin. She’d been assured by the rental agency that she would be completely isolated with many miles between her and the nearest humans. Exactly how she wanted it.
Daisy’s gaze swept around the room one last time, accounting for any potential outcome. While it had gone dark outside she’d not needed to bother with the lights. The glow from the fireplace provided more than enough illumination for her exceptional eyesight.
Daisy eased the back door open and slipped outside and into the cover of the brush surrounding the back deck and far edge of the property. Now the scents of the intruders hit her full on. Male both of them and if she had her scent right, and she usually did, they were cougar shifters.
She’d been informed of the territorial nature of the shifter clans in the area so she’d made sure to steer clear of what could be considered their land. Now they were at her back door and certain to have scented her by now as well
.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
This was about to get complicated. For a few seconds she considered shifting and going on the attack. They outnumbered her but she had confidence that in a fair fight she could likely take them both. Except…
She pressed her hand to her stomach and prayed for some divine intervention. The minute they scented her heat the frenzy would begin. She hung her head and dug deep for a shred of control. She wasn’t the animal, she could control this. She repeated it over and over. Willing it to be true.
A gust of wind blew snow in her face, freezing on impact with her skin.
Yeah this cold weather snow crap can bite me.
The two men grew close enough for her to hear voices but not yet make out the words. Whatever their plans, they obviously were not trying to sneak up on her. Idiots. If she were the stalker and they the prey, they’d practically rolled out the welcome mat. Their skulls would be crushed in minutes.
She crouched low and leaned against a tree. The sturdy trunk would give her the leverage to jump when and if she needed to. An owl hooted in the distance. She had no idea what time it was, considering the position of the moon was shrouded by the storm. Any minute now, the cougars would emerge from the tree line and she’d have to do something drastic to stop them from getting too close.
Daisy inhaled deeply and counted to five before she slowly exhaled. Being in heat heightened her senses and emotions, especially fear. The last thing she needed to do was overact and land herself in hot water with the locals.
“You coming Seth?”
The deep voice of the first to step into the clearing carried easily to her ears. She tensed, waiting for him to hit her line of sight.
“Don’t be an ass, Trent. I had to stop and examine those claw marks. Did you notice the perimeter is freshly marked?”
Yeah they knew what they were walking into. Who would blame her for protecting herself?
When she spotted the first one her breath caught in her throat. Damn, he’s big…
Easily over six feet, his shoulders reminded her of a linebacker they were so wide. Like her he was covered head to toe in winter gear.
“We were right about the smoke. Plenty of smoke coming out of that chimney.”
The rumble of his voice slid over her like butter on a warm pancake. Mmm. She really loved pancakes. Her stomach rumbled at the thought. She hadn’t eaten much on the trip and since she’d hit the mountain she’d been obsessed with the cold that wouldn’t ease up.
The second man emerged from the trees carrying just as much gear. He matched the first in height although his shoulders were a fraction leaner. She swallowed thickly. Taking them both down would be a hell of a challenge. For a brief second she considered other options but she wasn’t much of a sweet talker and running wasn’t going to happen.
One hundred yards and they’d be on top of where she hid in the brush. Just a few more seconds.
The first man halted and sniffed the air. “Is that what I think it is?”
The second man stopped next to the other and they both sniffed at the air like a couple of fucking bloodhounds.
“Oh man. Although that explains the near compulsion to find the stray shifter.”
Daisy sighed. This is exactly what she’d been trying to avoid by coming here.
“She’s really close.”
“Duh, Seth. Probably in the cabin.”
The second man shook his head. “No, closer. In fact…” He turned and surveyed the area before his gaze landed on the area she waited. “I think someone is watching us.”
Damn. These guys were good. He’d zeroed in on her location like a laser. Something told her this was a losing battle. Daisy shifted her feet, none to happy about the stiffness brought on by the cold. She wanted nothing more than to head back inside and stretch out next to the blazing fire. If she stayed like this much longer she’d end up with frostbite.
“You can come out now.
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December 14, 2012
Candy Cane Kink
Ooh I’m so excited to participate in this fun blog hop hosted by Close Encounters with the Night Kind and Natasha Blackthorne.
While I imagine many of the participants will interpret what is Candy Cane kink to them in a variety of ways. Here on my blog Candy Cane kink literally means Candy Cane kink.
It just so happens I wrote a short Christmas story not too long ago that is all kinds of kinky and happens to feature a candy cane glass sex toy. Oh yeah, baby!
Here’s a little peek at what I’m talking about:
Wicked Christmas Eve by Eliza Gayle
Summary
A man with a flogger and a candy cane. How can she resist?
After a disastrous christmas eve visit with her family, Megan Wilson heads to her old stomping ground for a little liquid escape. Instead she finds the one that got away.
Unaware that Wicked Grounds has changed since she left town, she walks into the bar to find her high school crush, Cyrus Jackson wielding a flogger against the naked backside of a woman tied to a whipping post.
More than ready for an adventure, Megan sets out to prove to Cy she is woman enough to handle even his darkest desires. At least for one night…
Excerpt:
Megan stared at him through her lashes and licked her lips. She had a feeling she’d remember what he tasted like for a very long time to come. From now on, the taste of peppermint would forever remind her of Cyrus Jackson.
“You taste like a candy cane, and I’ve always loved them.”
“That’s good to know.” He bent over the small red sack and pulled another item from his secret stash.
Something long and clear with red stripes. Megan’s eyes widened when she realized he held a candy cane dildo. She shivered at the thought of him using it on her.
He tugged at her hair and motioned for her to stand. With as much grace as possible she got to her feet.
“Bend over here.” He pointed to the rounded bench covered in red padded leather with a small platform to rest her knees on.
A sliver of fear, slow and insidious, worked its way through her as she considered his request. For a fleeting second, she wondered how the night had spiraled out of control. Then again, this was her fantasy, and she deserved it.
Megan climbed onto the bench and tried to rearrange herself into a comfortable position.
“Good girl. Now hold this. And don’t drop it. I’d be very unhappy if my new toy got broken.”
Contest:
Three winners will receive a digital copy of Wicked Christmas Eve in the format of their choice. All you have to do is leave a comment here on the blog and let me know what your favorite Christmas treat is or simply say hello.
Don’t forget to visit the rest of the blog hop for more amazing fun and prizes at the Close Encounters with the Night kind.
I wish you a very kinky Christmas!
Eliza
