Friday, September 9, 2016
The Persecution of the Wolves by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #PNR #thriller #shifter
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Sunday, September 4, 2016
Guest Blogger Peri Elizabeth Scott with Ruler's Concubine.
Please Welcome my guest blogger Peri Elizabeth Scott with Ruler's Concubine.
Thank you for having me! Ruler’s Concubine represents two different species attempting a connection, and proves that regardless of distinct differences, love will carry the day.
Title of book: Ruler’s Concubine by Peri Elizabeth Scott
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Released: September 2, 2016
Word Count: 66,204
Blurb:
Meridia is headed for extinction, unless a
compatible species can be found. The backward planet, Earth, the one the
Meridians stripped of technology now holds the only promising species in the
Galaxy. As Ruler, Lysett Daboort will do his duty and choose a royal concubine
from those women ‘liberated’ from Earth, but that is all it will be—until he meets Celeste Raynor.
Celeste is barely subsisting on Earth and
isn’t enamored with becoming one of Meridia’s concubines, despite the esteem
afforded their females. But there is nothing left for her at home and she isn’t
averse to having a child to love, not to mention a caring, supportive partner.
Until she meets the Ruler himself.
The Ruler resists Celeste’s appeal and she
refuses his arrogant approach, yet they must somehow come to terms. Lysett
rules supreme, or does he? Because love has the most power of all.
Excerpt:
This isn't happening. This
is not happening. If she kept repeating those words then surely it would be
true and she’d miraculously wake up from this erotic nightmare and in her own
bed. Except it wasn't a nightmare and she most certainly wasn’t in her assigned bed—or even on her own
planet. Although her imagination was fertile—and she’d seen pictures of him—it
was unlikely to manifest the enormously good looks and incredible
physique of the alien male who was stripping right before her very eyes. Yes,
stripping. Removing all of his clothes, not five feet from where she lay on a
bed constructed of some otherworldly material that both cushioned and
restrained her. Had it only been yesterday when Bast told her today would be
the day? No wonder she hadn’t slept well, thinking about this. And why did this
Ruler look even better in person?
Once
he’d overcome his reticence to speak so frankly with her, Bast had prepared her
with stories of his Master’s need, of his sexual prowess and all the pleasures
he would bestow, not to mention that cup of elixir she’d swallowed down.
Being
assured it was the planet’s best aphrodisiac had her quaffing the liquid as
though it were a life saver. Its effects were marked almost immediately as she cataloged an increase in her body temperature
and a definite aching in her private parts with embarrassingly obvious
lubrication accompanying the throbbing. Even her breasts had ached, the nipples
tightening and beading in reaction to the potion.
But
the effect had worn off because Lysett
had been detained for a considerable period. The delay had given her too much
time to reflect on her decision and the strange glowing feelings throughout her
body had diminished—until he walked through the door. His good looks stole her
breath, and when he began to take his clothes off, she wanted to do shocking,
sexual things with him. The emotional and physical swings made her stomach
lurch.
Her
uninfluenced sexual-self recognized the potency of such a male, and to say she
wasn’t naturally aroused would be untrue. Her body acknowledged a male suited
to her, awash with chemistry and basic animal instinct. It was simply the
circumstances that brought her here, and the stark implications of the contract
that spoiled their first interaction. Why hadn’t he deviated
from so-called royal tradition and spent
some time with her beforehand? Surely Bast had relayed that even an initial
chat would be optimum.
Celeste’s
heart rate doubled, then tripled, when Lysett’s erection sprang forth as his
lower garments were yanked down, and dark spots swam in her vision. That part
of him was a duskier gold than the rest of his burnished skin, and
freaking huge.
“Shhh, Lady.” Bast’s caramel tones
spoke soothingly in her right ear, and one of his hands tentatively patted her
shoulder. She’d very nearly forgotten he was still in the room with her—with
her and his Master, although he had handled the process clinically and
indicated he would leave before… “You are prepared for this union, as we
discussed. It will be over before you know it, and if you get with offspring
this first time, there will be no need for further joinings. Unless you wish
them. And to beget other children.”
Well,
didn’t that make her feel special? No pressure either. Merely a vessel
out here in space, far away from home, to be used. She blinked away the tears
that welled in reaction. Where was her voice? She could still say no…
The
Ruler paused in his approach to the bed and glared at Bast after he spoke,
though that look encompassed her as well. Celeste had never felt so naked—or so
vulnerable. She knew what was supposed to happen. She thought she was ready.
Not. And to think she’d scoffed at the wait, chuckled about others procreating
before this man. No one would dare. Shocking need warred with apprehension.
“You
assured me she was prepared, Bast.” Lysett’s perfect features set in angry lines and those remarkable green eyes now
appeared as cold and frozen as that small pond at her home place in the winter
months. She tried to use the memory of Earth to distract her, and it caused a
homesick shudder to take over her entire body, the gentle clasp of the bed’s
fabric undulating to keep her in place.
Lysett’s
attention snapped fully to her in an instant, his orbs now glowing with green
fire as the vertical slash of his pupils elongated. His gaze raked her body,
lingering on her breasts and the apex of her thighs. Despite her limited
experience with men, let alone alien men, Celeste recognized lust and desire and her body responded. Or maybe it was
apprehension.
“She
is prepared, Master. I do assure you. It is merely
that a period of time has passed since we expected you to attend her, and it is
no surprise that your concubine is experiencing a trifle of anxiety.”
Even
with the translator chip, Bast’s wording felt off to her, and she decided to
add her own voice. This was going to happen, this attending
to her, no matter how she second-guessed her decision, and she believed
Bast when he promised she’d be safe here. Having sex—joining—with his Master
until she conceived was something she could do. Women did it all the time, had
done it over the eons. It wasn’t like she was being forced or anything. And she
wasn’t a prostitute, although that profession got a bad rap as far as she was concerned when one considered women had to
survive somehow.
She
was, according to the contract, a revered commodity, a virgin concubine—who
wasn’t going to be a virgin much longer—a concubine who would bear a child for
the alien ruler, right? And if the baby was female, she too would be cherished
and Lysett would try again to beget a son. And again… All of Bast’s teachings
slipped through her brain with lightning speed. Celeste shivered and quit
thinking about all those possibilities and focused on what she’d been promised.
She
would want for nothing, be well taken care of, and ultimately, kept safe. The
presenter’s words and those of Bast rattled around in her head. Given her past
circumstances, it was a no-brainer, and
she couldn’t go home. Her body was up for it, and her mind had accepted it was
the best out of all her choices. So it must be her heart throwing up the
roadblock, looking for romance, all because of his pictures and the wonderful
things his first servant had said about him.
That
was nonsense. Just look at the agony love caused a person. Her stupid heart
must be masochistic. This was the best deal she’d get and it was time she said something. There was no way she
could go through this process again. Humiliation drowned her common sense. She
moistened her lips and addressed Lysett, who was busily engaged in a staring
contest with Bast.
“I am
prepared, sir. Sir. Ruler. I won’t give you any trouble.”
His
eyes froze through to their depths again and his dark brows drew together. She
noted his erection didn’t flag at all, though. He might be annoyed, but it
didn’t affect his arousal. The wide head glistened in the well-lit chamber,
with his natural lubricant beading at the tiny slit. She had timidly asked if
her deflowering couldn’t take place in the dark, but Bast refused, saying that
tradition didn’t allow it. Spread eagle as she was, there was little left to
the imagination, and she flushed again with embarrassment and no small shame.
Lysett was superbly made, muscled and lean, with broad shoulders, long thick
legs, and narrow hips. She was … well, she was short, and small and round, now
that she’d had enough to eat. So not like the remaining Meridian females on
this planet. And certainly not the cream of the crop of the human females
either.
“You
were not given leave to speak.”
Celeste didn’t
much care for the way he snarled at her, Ruler or not.
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Author Bio:
Peri Elizabeth Scott
lives in Manitoba, Canada. She recently closed her part time private practice
as a social worker and child play therapist. Her love of children extends to
the animal world, and her most recent rescue includes a one-eyed cat with an
Elvis smirk.
Peribeth and her
husband have a seasonal business and pretend to work well together, so she will
always have a job.
Writing for years,
mostly short stories and poetry, she has published dark erotica under another
pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Peribeth :)
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Alpha Blood-Pack Warriors #1-1 Year Anniversary!
So what a wild ride this has been for me. Today marks the 1 year anniversary of my first release with Evernight Publishing. Alpha Blood, Pack Warriors #1.
I am so grateful to you, the readers for selecting this book to win the Evernight Readers Choice Award for Best Romance On The Go.
And The Romance Reviews Reviews Readers Choice Award Winner for Best Erotic Menage.
So, Thank you, thank you, thank you! <3 <3 <3
I've met so many wonderful and amazing people this year, and this was just one of many firsts for me. And thank you to Jay Aheer for these amazing covers!!
Blurb:
Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries
vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan,
alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare
for. Kane, his brother and beta,
struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.
When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a
dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her
men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies
ahead. Will they be successful at
stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the
ultimate price? With her life!
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOlqDKzh5rU
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Excerpt:
Gemma still
ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve
would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was
different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what
felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head.
She opened
her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.
“Easy, you’re
safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.”
She looked
around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room
was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood
bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich
brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging
on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table
next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a
very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up
the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat
up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of
what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her
came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she
had none left.
At first she was
on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of
Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete
strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her
consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help
her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized
that they were her mates.
Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes
briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been
reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she
realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had
softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him
looking at her when she opened her eyes again.
“What’s your
name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded
her to lie down.
“I’m Gemma. But
my friends call me Gem.”
“You have a
beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and
friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being
bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan.
Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”
She looked over
at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and
managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard
to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print
with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its
owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack
insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other
tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking.
“You had us
worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I just
clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say
that out loud.
Kane looked
suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”
BLURB:
It had been years since the pack wars. Some are still dealing with the fallout, but
all have scars that have never fully healed.
Despite all of this, Gemma, Jordan, and Kane
have managed to build a happy life for themselves and their twin boys.
Their holidays may be bittersweet, but their love and
passion for each other are even fierier than ever. Will pack skirmishes, wayward security
business clients, and rowdy little boys get in the way of a night full of
promise, or will Jordan and Kane manage to fulfill Gemma’s every desire?
EXCERPT:
“I
finally got the boys to—” Kane stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway to his
bedroom, his words completely failing him due to the sight that greeted him.
Gemma
was sprawled out in the center of their king-sized bed, wearing nothing but the
wolf ears headband she wore earlier as part of her Halloween costume, her lips
quirking into a sly little smile at the sight of him. A goddess, she was bare
before him in a lazily relaxed pose. Her left leg was straight, her right, bent
at the knee and spread open, revealing her glistening, pink pussy. Both arms
were loosely stretched above her head in a pose that conveyed, come and get me and do to me what you will.
Kane would happily oblige as soon as he was able to get his frozen self to
move.
He
couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty for a moment more. She had him tied up
in knots all evening with her sexy, little wolf outfit, the hilarity of her
costume choice notwithstanding. The beige, faux-fur trimmed dress hugged her
every curve, flaring out at mid thigh, and revealing just enough cleavage to be
sexy, yet classy. That didn’t stop other males from ogling Gemma, something
that one angry, possessive look from either Jordan or Kane had them regretting.
Completing her ensemble was a tail, faux-fur boots that went almost up to her
knee, and the headband she was currently wearing. Damn, he and Jordan were two
of the luckiest sons of bitches.
Sons
of bitches who adamantly refused … for as long as they could … to wear any sort
of costume. Kane had learned pretty quickly that he could not refuse Gemma
anything that would make her and their three-year-old boys happy, especially if
not giving in would make them unhappy.
So he and Jordan begrudgingly donned last minute, makeshift costumes, which
Kane had to also begrudgingly admit,
looked pretty bad ass!
He
had applied some of Gemma’s makeup to make himself look like Eric Draven from The Crow—the black eye-liner and dark shadow
only, since Gemma did not own any white face paint. The black leather pants,
skin-tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, and black boots were already part of his
wardrobe. He went sans the long, black coat because Jordan needed it for his costume. In addition to Kane’s
coat, Jordan wore black slacks, a ribbed, black undershirt and
black boots with buckles on them. When he put on his dark aviators, his Neo
from The Matrix look was complete.
Gemma
squealed with glee when they had surprised her with their costumes. Both
characters were from two of her favorite movies. “You both look way hotter,
though,” she had said. And from the scent of her arousal, Kane had no doubt she
meant it.
“I
think you boys deserve a treat later,” Gemma said with a devilish wink. She
then sauntered off into the family room adding just a little extra sway to her
hips.
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Thank you so much for stopping by. :)
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Guest Blogger S.J. Maylee with Unexpected Destiny @SJMaylee
Please welcome my guest blogger S.J. Maylee with
Unexpected Destiny
Unexpected Destiny
These assassins have really gotten a hold on me. I can’t wait till they all have their happily ever after. How did I get here, giving happy endings to assassins?
Initially I was looking to find love for a bad boy. Assassins aren’t usually the hero. They’re the villain. But I wanted to change all that. These four men came to me almost instantly. In no time, I had bits of each of their stories. I knew I had to write it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly on these men who want to save the lives of those who can’t get the help they so desperately need, whose lives are in immediate danger.
Now that I’ve pulled that string, I see a whole mess of stories. Once I tell the stories of these four men, more will come. Great things are in store. I can’t wait to experience it all. <3
Unexpected Destiny
Assassins and Sweethearts Series
by S.J. Maylee
Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 978-1-77233-978-9
Elizabeth Martin thought she had her happily ever after, until her husband mysteriously disappeared. Aidan Clery is a skilled assassin-for-hire who wants nothing more than to find the love of his life. Fate throws Liz in his path and everything is perfect, except Aidan just won the contract on her life.
The truth surrounding Liz’s estranged husband takes the pair on a dangerous journey. Nothing in their lives will ever be the same. Destiny may be unexpected but it will be up to Aidan and Liz to discover the truth and claim their real happily ever after.
Be Warned: light BDSM, bondage, anal play
Where you can find UNEXPECTED DESTINY
Excerpt:
Aidan turned off the faucet and caught the reflection of those gorgeous
brown eyes in the mirror.
“Oops. Wrong door,” said his girl as she turned around.
“I can share.” He could handle the surveillance later. This woman
deserved his attention.
She stopped and turned around. “Okay then.” She took a step toward
him. “You know what? I should have asked for confirmation earlier.” Her gaze
was full of mischief.
“You’re right. You should have asked.” He took a hold of her hand
and pulled her close. “I sure would like to see that tiny scrap of lace.” And
just like that his night got infinitely better.
She stopped her forward movement when their chests were a mere inch
apart. A nice rosy blush heated her cheeks. He kept hold of her hand while her
other played with the lapel of his dark leather jacket. “I can’t believe I’m
doing this.”
“You need to get back to your friends?”
“Yes, but…” She licked her bottom lip. “Maybe I could stay here for
a few minutes.”
“At least a few.” He tapped the bottom of her chin. “How about you
start by telling me your name?”
“Liz.” Her gaze met his and he wanted time to stop. Something about
the lonely look in her eyes called to him to not let her get away. She shifted
closer. “Who are you?”
He pushed his finger over her waistband, rubbing her hipbone. “I’m Aidan.”
He squeezed the hand he still held. Her soft body relaxed against his.
“I should probably go. I need to get my friends home.”
“I don’t think you should go anywhere.” He brushed his nose against
hers.
A delicious moan slipped from her lips. “I don’t want to leave but
I need to make sure they get home safely.”
“It’s nice of you to look out for them.” Damn, she smelled good. It
was lilacs or roses or something.
“I’d rather stay here with you.” She leaned in and their lips
almost met. “My friends are always right. I should have gone out with them
months ago.”
“Stay a few more minutes.” He caressed over her hips to her round
ass. Hot tension filled his thoughts. Forget a few more minutes, he’d take all
night and then some to explore this beautiful woman.
“More.” She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip.
A second later, the door opened. “Lizzy, we got to go. Emily isn’t
feeling well.”
She dropped her head to his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around
her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Lizzy.” The woman held the door open. “You’re
right. He is cute. Bring him with you. Emily won’t mind.”
“She’ll be right out,” he said. Once the friend left the bathroom,
he brushed her hair behind her shoulders and stroked her back.
“I feel like I’m cursed.”
“You and me both, sweetheart.” He didn’t let her go.
“Well.” She looked up at him from under her long, dark lashes.
“It’s not what I had in mind but would you help me with my friends?” The soft
tone of her voice had him imagining how she’d purr if he made her come. “I
think I might be the only one sober and they can be a bit much to wrangle into
a cab. They live north in Edgewater and then we could do something, maybe go
back to my place.” She worried her poor bottom lip once more.
“I’d like that.” He squeezed her ass. “Sure. I’ll help, Lizzy.” He
tugged on her hair. Then he’d help himself to more of her.
Praise for the first book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series
Desire Unexpected
5 stars from Cocktails and Books: “Their love for each other was very fierce, and when they began to have sex, it goes completely off the charts. Their love scenes were intense and oh, so hot! They had feeling of a kind of desperation to them. They’ve found what they were looking for in each other, and they’re clinging to it with everything they had.”
4 Hearts from Sizzling Hot Reads: “It had the hot steamy sex scenes but also the mystery behind the group Ethan belonged too. I look forward to more from the Assassins and Sweethearts series.”
4 stars from Redz World Reviews: “over all this is a great start to what promises to be a good series”
Where you can find Desire Unexpected
Praise for the second book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series
Desire Protected
FREE Read
5 stars from Liz's Reading Life: Desire Protected is a quick, sensual, heart pounding read that will have you desiring more. 5 stars from a reader, Tracy W: Another well done story from an author I come back to again and again. 5 stars from a reader, Doris O: Suspense, heat, and above all love. Read it, you won't be disappointed.
Where you can find Desire Protected
S.J. MAYLEE BIO:
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
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