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Monday, December 30, 2013

Why Is Sci-Fi Sexy? (REBLOG) #Smexy #SciFi #AlienSex #ASMSG

Why Is Sci-Fi Sexy? 

(REBLOGGED from Patricia A. Knight ~ imagery and captions added by ME)



If you still don't know why Sci-Fi is sexy, then read on....



The $64,000 Question: Why Is Sci-Fi Sexy?

In the time-honored tradition of storytelling, I will try to illustrate with words why Sci-Fi is sexy. Here are a couple of paragraphs that came hot off the keyboard. 

Gives new meaning to domo arigato Mr. Roboto

Clear your mind. Settle into your chair and relax. Now imagine this:

I, Darla Marie Dexter, object of alien fixation and thus representative for the entire human race, sat alone in my neighborhood Chicago bar – the one with the too-loud music and the tacky plastic tablecloths that my ex used to disparage. But I was waiting for a male from the planet Vortus. What would he know from plastic tablecloths? 

It was late, but the joint was packed. A good local band had played tonight. I chatted with Max, the bartender, and sipped my girly mixer with the pineapple on a stick and a cheesy little umbrella. I was always too embarrassed to order one in front of my sophisticated former boyfriend but I was a sucker for anything coconut. 

Max’s head lifted and his eyes shot to the door to draw my attention to the new arrival. I would have known, regardless. I felt it when he walked in. Because of my seniority with the Office of Extra-terrestrial Assistance, I’d been assigned as personal, cultural liaison to the Vortian. You know, prevent any social faux pas, educate the alien on how Earth inhabitants behave, that sorta stuff. I just didn’t realize how intimately he wanted to liaise. I hoisted my cocktail and tried not to stab my eye out with the umbrella as I gulped the entire contents.

“It’s the Vortian, Darla. Back to work. Make us proud.” 

“Yeah, Max. I know.” 

I ran shaky fingers through my page-boy hair cut. First putting my brunette locks behind my ears, then pulling the hair back to cover the blush that heated my cheeks. 

I did know. I could feel the Vortian’s arousal. I could feel the blood pounding into his groin. I could feel the expansion of his male, ah, parts . . . yeah, you heard right, parts. See, that was the thing. I didn’t imagine I felt it. I really felt it. That mind telepathy stuff made the male delegates from Vortus a real hit with us earth ladies. Well, that and the extras that wrapped around and tickled your, ahem, while they, ah, stroked inside with the other, ah, thing. I picked up my bar coaster and started to fan my face.




And then I was looking at me through his eyes. I could see my slender body perched on the barstool, my miniskirt barely decent, my four-inch stilettos caught on the wrung of the stool. I inhabited his body – a body that was, whoa, gorgeous, and equipped with that little something, ah, extra. And all the time there were these erotic images of what he wanted to do to me rolling through my mind like classy porn – memories of what I had looked like coming apart underneath him the last time he’d done me. Holy multiple orgasms! Take me to your leader. 

I shoved the empty fruit-drink toward Max. 

“Maxie, I need some ice water, fast.” 

The closer he came, the hotter I got. The bar stool I was sitting on was getting a little slippery from all the extra moisture down there, if you know what I mean. I knew, without even turning around, when he reached out to touch me. I could see it through his eyes.

“Darla.” The deep whisky velvet of his voice added to the sensory overload and I turned with a brilliant smile.

“Ulrik.”

“Are you ready?”

“Absolutely.” Oh, lordy, the things a woman will do to save Earth.

Would you follow Captain Kirk's orders to save Earth?

There! Now, dear reader, you are going off to have sex with a telepathic alien with vibrating parts. Can you get THAT on earth? (If you can, will you please give me his number?)

 ~ ~ ~

I hope you all enjoy Patricia Knight's futuristic, smoking hot novels! (I certainly have)


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Thursday, December 26, 2013

We wish you a Merry Christmas and FREE Kindle ebooks! #Vampire #Vegas #Badassary #ASMSG

Merry Christmas!  I know, its a day late, but, better late than never!

My late gift to the world this Christmas is TWO FREEBIES!




The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.


Vampires, Aaron Pilan and his master Michelle, live by one rule...


...no bloodslaves. EVER. Aaron breaks that rule when he meets Anastasia.

All Anastasia wants is to be loved and cherished, but the predatory men she’s attracted to bring her only pain and abuse. Escaping one train-wreck relationship for another, she finds happiness with Aaron and Michelle as a bloodslave, a pet.

When Aaron uses his telepathy to win thousands at the gambling tables, he attracts the deadly attention of the Colombian Cartel and Aaron and Michelle are disappeared. Addicted to the bite of her vampire lovers, Ana is desperate to find them.

But, Las Vegas isn't ready for vampires mixing heroin, sex and vengeance. 

Ana is trapped in the spiraling chaos.


˃˃˃ "Go grab a copy before this much fun is declared illegal."


˃˃˃ "Mr. Luedke once again showcasing his considerable talent for crafting romantic, action-packed, supernatural thrillers that leave the reader saying "Wow!"


˃˃˃ "A no-holds-barred, easy-to-read romp that mixes fantasy, suspense, horror and paranormal romance, and does it well."


Find out what happens in the second paranormal romance novel of the Nightlife Series...bite into your copy today!








The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.


Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, pimps and dirty cops – the Nightlife New York is never boring.


Aaron Pilan’s life is forever changed when he’s shot trying to rescue a drop-dead gorgeous woman on the streets of New York. Aaron is thrust into the shocking world of vampiric slavery when Michelle shares her blood to save his life.

Michelle's existence as a solitary vampire is also altered when she accepts this naive young man into her life. Bound by her blood, Aaron is subject to her authority. He walks a tightrope of strictly controlled feeding regiments and intense sexual adventures while catering to the neurotic control-freak tendencies of his new master. She vows to eliminate him if he proves too difficult to control.

This story is bold and evocative, infusing blood, sex, love and turmoil in an urban drama about two vampires battling evil outside and within themselves.

˃˃˃ “If you like your vampires vicious and bloody, and your erotica with a plot, this is the book for you.”


˃˃˃ “Luedke brings his main characters to life, both incredibly flawed and powerfully charismatic, with a wonderful writing style, in this unique twist on the Vampire.”


˃˃˃ “This is unlike any vampire tale I have ever read, and is as far removed from Bram Stoker's Dracula, as New York is from Transylvania. Travis Luedke has fashioned a compelling tale of love, passion, violence and steamy hot sex, set against the backdrop of the Big Apple.”


Find out what happens in the first novel of the Nightlife Series...bite into your copy today!



The Nightlife Series novels are Adult Paranormal Romance ~ Urban Fantasy Thriller: 

#1 THE NIGHTLIFE NEW YORK 

#2 THE NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS 

#3 THE NIGHTLIFE PARIS 

#4 BLOOD SLAVE 

#5 THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON 

#6 THE NIGHTLIFE SERIES OMNIBUS (Books 1-4) 

Young Adult novels by TW Luedke (Travis Luedke) 

THE SHEPHERD (YA Paranormal) 



Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas came a day early! THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON is Live on AMAZON #Werewolves #Vampires #ASMSG


Christmas comes on December 24th for fans of The Nightlife Series

THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON IS LIVE ON AMAZON!







Blurb:

The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

Vampires Aaron and Michelle prowl the dark, gritty, strip clubs and back alleys of London on the hunt for Michael Jamison, the man who stole Michelle's blood and left her for dead. To assist them, Aaron’s new master, Urvashi, calls in favors from her friends, Russian mercenary werewolves.

Wolves Katya and Ivan, hunters adept at killing rogue vampires, set aside their animosity for Aaron and Michelle to stop Jamison from murdering another woman  he already has one bloodless victim lying in the morgue.

Jamison, ex-special forces, feels his enemies closing in, but he won’t go down without a fight and like Aaron and Michelle, he also has powerful friends.

Experience the violent, sensual underbelly of Nightlife London, as Aaron and Michelle mix up a wicked blend of sex, chaos, mayhem, and vengeance.


The Nightlife Series novels are Adult Paranormal Romance ~ Urban Fantasy Thriller:

#1 THE NIGHTLIFE NEW YORK
#2 THE NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS
#3 THE NIGHTLIFE PARIS
#4 BLOOD SLAVE
#5 THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON
#6 THE NIGHTLIFE SERIES OMNIBUS (Books 1-4)



Sunday, December 22, 2013

THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON ~ Coming Soon to an Amazon near you (Dec 24th) #Vampires #ASMSG

Fans of The Nightlife Series, there is hope after-all!  I finally got off off Facebook and Twitter long enough to finish writing and editing the 4th novel of the series: 


Planned release date:  DECEMBER 24, 2013



The Blurb:

Vampires Aaron and Michelle prowl the dark, gritty, strip clubs and back alleys of London on the hunt for Michael Jamison, the man who stole Michelle's blood and left her for dead. To assist them, Aaron's new master, Urvashi, calls in favors from her friends, Russian mercenary werewolves.

Wolves Katya and Ivan, hunters adept at killing rogue vampires, set aside their animosity for Aaron and Michelle to stop Jamison from killing again. He already has one bloodless victim lying in the morgue.

Jamison, ex-special forces, feels his enemies closing in, but he won’t go down without a fight – and like Aaron and Michelle, he also has powerful friends.

Experience the violent, sensual underbelly of Nightlife London, as Aaron and Michelle mix up a wicked blend of sex, chaos, and mayhem.



And keep a sharp eye out on December 26th, 
THE NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS will be FREE on AMAZON!

Friday, December 20, 2013

FLIRT by Laurell K. Hamilton ~ A Candid Review #UrbanFantasy #ASMSG

Flirt is one of the later installments of Laurell K. Hamilton's ANITA BLAKE VAMPIRE HUNTER Series.  I have not read them all from the beginning, but I have read numerous books, the last five novels leading up to this one, and I really enjoyed them.  



A note on the cover art:  Only NY Times bestselling authors can get away with shitty, ambiguous cover art on an erotic urban fantasy novel.  Nobody looking at this cover would have the first clue what the hell kind of book this is or what genre it is.  This cover is a testament to the fact that everyone already knows Laurell K. Hamilton's name, and her publisher would rather ride on that name than invest in a decent cover.

Now, if you're a fan of this series or Laurell K. Hamilton, you already know that the later novels in the series, particularly this novel and others following it, are seeing a lot of critical backlash.  The star of the show, Anita Blake, has gotten herself into a predicament in the series.  She is psychically tied into a large crowd of vampires and various weres, is a carrier of numerous kinds of lycanthropy (but doesn't actually change), and is the only living necromancer the vampires haven't managed to kill off.  But, she's still human, more or less.

Sounds pretty interesting right? (Only if you're sick in the head like me)

The catch:  Anita is the epicenter of everything around her.  She has gobs of power flowing to her night and day from this massive gang she is psychically tied to, and, because of the nature of her vampire master, Jean-Claude, Anita is also a succubus, who feeds from sex, via a unique kind of power called the ardeur.  Anita needs to feed from sex regularly, to keep herself and gang flowing along with sufficient power levels.  No Food = Death.  She would first kill off a vampire and were slaved to her life-force before she died.

So, long complicated-erotic-story short: she must have sex, a lot, and often its orgy style.  Not kidding.  Some of these books have Anita taking on several dudes at once.  Very interesting mechanics, but not for the faint of heart.

This series is perhaps becoming too complex.  I am not the first person to say that.  Many a fan who loved this series has turned on it in a blinding rage and written scathing reviews.

I had mixed emotions about  the beginning of this book.  Its a setting where Anita is hanging with the THREE men she lives with (only a fraction of all the men she has sex with on a weekly basis), they are in a restaurant, chatting it up, flirting with a waiter.  Seems too innocuous, heading into the boring zone.  I was scratching my head, wondering what the hell is this scene doing in the Anita Blake series I know and love?

Then Anita gets kidnapped, in the same restaurant, a few days later, and it starts tying together and making sense.  

Laurell K. Hamilton is a very skilled writer.  If you ask me, she created the Erotic Urban Fantasy genre, all by herself, and since then, gazillions of aspiring perverts have been clamoring to write similar material.  

I am one of those perverts.

By the end, I felt much better about the flow of the story, the intensity.  It wrapped up pretty well.  I felt like the boring restaurant flirt scene, for which the book was named, had some meaning.  You see, Anita is one of those people who doesn't play games.  Her world is always about power – who has more – who isn't powerful enough, power alliances, keeping powerful enemies within your sights, and keeping a pile of guns and knives close at hand (strapped to various parts of her anatomy).  Playing flirtatious games just isn't her reality.  She raises the dead for a living, she is a US Marshall called upon to hunt rogue vampires and weres, she just doesn't have that light, flippant flirtatious kind of personality.

And here, in FLIRT, the one time she experiments with being a flirt, she almost gets the poor waiter killed, because her enemies targeted him along with all the other men in her life.  

Beyond that little drama, we caught a glimpse into a moment when Anita had to make a fairly difficult, immoral decision, in order to save the lives of everyone she loved (many, many different men).  Anita chose to enslave a man completely, to claim ownership of his soul.  She turned a man into a puppy dog that would follow her to the grave and sit and beg for scraps till the end of his days, because he knows nothing but love for his master.

That was kinda shitty, but, she had to do it.

Though this is not one of her best books, not by far, and though the $10 cover art budget sucks balls, I still enjoyed the book and saw a glimpse of the deeper meaning that Laurell K. Hamilton strives to bring forth from her twisted tales.

So, I give it a solid four stars  ★★★★



Sunday, December 15, 2013

PORTALS by Maer Wilson ~ Book Launch & GIVEAWAY #UrbanFantasy #ASMSG @MaerWilson



LAUNCH & RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY 

(Book 2 of The Thulukan Chronicles)

by Maer Wilson

An Urban Fantasy Novel




Blurb:


For supernatural detectives Thulu and La Fi, “normal” is a relative term. La Fi is a medium, Thulu is a finder, and their usual clients are already dead.

But when their friend Reo is shot, and a group of stranded angels show up at their house for help to find a missing child, things are striking too close to home.

And now the portals that let the magical races return to Earth have started opening on their own.

With trips off-world, a kidnapped psychic and changes to their own abilities, Thulu and La Fi are hit with a lot more than they usually handle. Of course, their magical friends are there to help, but even they may not be enough to save an increasingly unstable Earth. 

Portals is the sequel to Relics and is Book 2 in The Thulukan Chronicles.




Excerpt:

That night Parker had popped in to wake us at two in the morning to tell us our best friend, Reo, had been shot. The young ghost was distraught and panicked.

“They're on the back porch! You have to go help.”

“Where is he?” I asked groggily, as I jumped out of bed. 

Thulu was instantly awake beside me, although he didn’t seem any more alert than I did.

“Back porch.” Parker enunciated each word in slight exasperation. “Go, please!”

Thulu looked at me, and I told him what Parker had said. Thulu can read lips, but even with a night light the room was too dark. 

Thulu threw off the sheet and we both ran from the room. I was briefly glad we’d been wearing PJs.

Heart pounding, I took a few precious seconds to check on our three year old son, Carter. His night light showed him blissfully unaware of anything. Whatever happy dreams he was having made him smile slightly in his sleep. I sighed in relief that he wasn’t having another of his nightmares.

Downstairs, Thulu had turned on the kitchen and porch lights. In spite of the panic moments before, none of the three people on the porch seemed frantic when I joined them. 

Thulu looked relieved, Reo was on the floor, but seemed stoic, and Sloane knelt beside him, brow furrowed only slightly in concentration as he dealt with the wound. 

My heart rate slowed down and my own fear started to slowly dissipate. My heart gradually dropped from my throat back to its accustomed place in my chest. Still my hands were shaking, and I felt the slight chill from outside. The porch was screened in, and the late August day had been hot, but the night brought a cool breeze that made its way along my arms. 

The scent of flowers from the backyard didn’t quite mask the smell of the blood that pooled on the porch floor around Reo. Sloane, his partner and an elf, had already removed Reo’s jacket and shirt. A bullet lay on the floor, and I could see the shoulder wound was already healing and closing up. In a few moments, only the blood would remain as evidence that he’d been shot. 

Reo's face was white. The strain showed around his brown eyes and his handsome face had the sheen of sweat on it.  His short brown hair that was usually spiked, lay damp and flat against his head, but he gave me a shaky smile.

“Bastard ruined my favorite jacket.”








Maer’s Bio:

After a successful career being other people, and later teaching others the many tricks of that trade, Maer Wilson has decided to be herself for a while. Turns out she's a writer. She's always loved stories, especially fantasy, mystery and sci fi. Maer was born in the Year of the Dragon and has a dragon-themed room in her home, but sadly no dragons in the back yard. When she's not writing, Maer plays online video games, teaches college and reads. She also co-hosts the literary podcast, MythBehaving and writes for two gaming fansites. Maer lives in the high desert of Southern Nevada with her two dogs, a chihuahua and a poodle. Portals is Book 2 in The Thulukan Chronicles. You can find all books and novelettes in The Thulukan Chronicles at Amazon. You can visit Maer’s website at http://maerwilson.com/.




Maer’s Links:

Maer’s Website: http://maerwilson.com/
Maer on Twitter:  https://twitter.com/MaerWilson
“Ghost Memory” (A Thulukan Chronicles Story, #1) - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00E5W1W2Y/
“Unwanted Ghost” (A Thulukan Chronicles Story, #2) - http://www.amazon.com/Unwanted-Ghost-Thulukan-Chronicles-Story-ebook/dp/B00FYACAZO/

Saturday, December 14, 2013

THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON is calling! Cast your vote for the COVER ART! #Vampires #Werewolves #ASMSG

The Nightlife London is calling!

(Release date December 24th 2013)


Cast your vote for the cover art!



Short blurb:

Vampires Aaron and Michelle are prowling London strip clubs and back alleys on the hunt for Michael Jamison, the man who stole her blood and survived the ordeal as a vampire.  Aaron's new master Urvashi, a fallen angel, calls in favors for a little help from her friends, Russian mercenary werewolves.  Wolves Katya and Ivan hold no love for vampires, but they are willing to set that aside for the manhunt. Jamison, ex-special forces, feels his enemies closing in, but he isn't planning to go down without a fight.

Come experience the underbelly of Nightlife London, vampires and werewolves mixing it up with Albanian mafia and old vendettas.

CHAPTER 1 EXCERPT AVAILABLE ON GOODREADS:



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Friday, December 13, 2013

SIREN SONG by A.C. Warneke ~ Blog Hop GIVEAWAY #ParanormalRomance #ASMSG



Siren Song by A.C. Warneke

Description:



A wolf


For eighteen years Duncan Tremain has been able to control his wolf, only letting the beast out to play when the moon is full. This unyielding discipline has given him the ability to conquer whatever hardship should come his way; until Lexi Darling appears in his life. With her joie de vivre and innate sensuality, he is enchanted from the start but the more time he spends in her company the more he can feel his control slipping and the chains that bind the wolf breaking. Determined to keep her safe, he desperately tries to keep his distance, which is a challenge since he is her new boss and Lexi is persistent.

A Siren

A virgin in a temptress's body, Lexi wants Duncan the first moment she lays eyes on him. Just as Duncan is determined to keep his distance, Lexi is determined to break down his defenses and waltz with him in the moonlight. She pursues him relentlessly, accidentally using her newly discovered Siren gifts to lure him to his downfall.

A love that has other plans

Giving in to temptation has never been so wonderful even as both have their reasons to make sure the relationship doesn't get too deep. But the wolf knows what he wants and he wants the Siren.


Excerpt:

Lexi made a face, “You know that will never happen. Skin is where I go if I want to escape my sisters' attempts to pry into my life but if I worked here...."
Feeling a change in the air, Lexi abruptly stopped talking and twisted around to see what could have caused it. She very nearly spontaneously combusted when she saw Him. It was an unfamiliar, and slightly terrifying, reaction for her to have towards anyone, especially a stranger. Usually she enjoyed admiring from afar with a cool detachment but that wasn't possible in this case.
One thought crowded out all of the others: this man was a warrior, sleek, strong, powerful and a little bit dangerous. And virile. Definitely virile. His mere presence was playing havoc with her hormones from across the room. There was no telling what he would do to her up close and personal and a delicious shiver went down her spine at the thought.
From where she stood, she appreciated the way he wore his clothes, wondering how he would look out of them. He was very well-dressed, very expensively dressed, in a dark, Italian suit and a white shirt, the whiteness emphasizing his golden skin. Her fingers curled into her palm at the thought of touching that carved jaw, those lush lips. And she saw that those lips were set in a firm line as he surveyed the room with piercing eyes, not missing a thing. He looked like he was checking the space out for danger except he was the most dangerous thing there.
The wool-clad warrior was a devastatingly handsome man, with a sculpted face: a strong jaw, high cheek bones and a straight nose, softened only by lips that were made for sin, lush and wicked. His raven black hair was short but long enough to drag her fingers through. It was also perfect without a single strand out of place and she had the strangest urge to walk up to him and just muss it up a bit. She could imagine him with tousled hair, looking down at her with that intense gaze as he moved over her…. Whoa, too far. She told herself to rein in the lustful thoughts and just admire.
“You’re drooling, Lexi,” Dima whispered in her ear.
“I am not,” she shot back, surreptitiously wiping at the corners of her mouth making Dima laugh. Leaning back, keeping her eyes on the new-comer, she asked, “Who do you think he is?”
“I don’t care who he is,” Dima breathed into her ear, his attention diverted as well. “Who’s the redhead he’s with?”
Lexi turned her head slightly and saw the pretty, little redhead hanging on the god’s arm, a sultry smile playing about her lips as she looked around the crowded bar. She said something and the dark warrior bent his head to hear her and a rush of desire crashed through Lexi’s body at the move. “Do you think they’re together?”
“God I hope not,” Dima murmured.
“Look at them, Dima. They are so very comfortable with one another,” Lexi said, holding out her arm in the man’s direction. “They’re probably together, their bodies move together as if they are intimately familiar. And they both reek of wealth and prestige, like they belong at the country club and not in a bar like this. She should be drinking a Manhattan and I think his preferred drink would be a martini….”
“Shaken, not stirred,” Dima finished in a quasi-British accent, causing them both to laugh.
“Stop that,” Lexi grinned, swatting at his arm and hitting air, her eyes never leaving the man. She tilted her head to the side in thoughtful contemplation for he was magnetic and she was mesmerized. Her lips curled upwards in an appreciative smile as he helped the redhead out of her coat, setting it on the back of her chair as he held it out for her. “Nice. Do you think he might like blond?”
“I like blond,” Dima countered absently. "Brunette, black... but I think tonight I prefer red."
After a moment of silence, he leaned across the bar and asked, “So, do we take a divide and conquer approach so I can have the redhead and you can have the man she’s with?”
“I don’t think so,” Lexi frowned. “He’s for looking and not touching.”
“But she’s for touching,” Dima purred, his breath moving across Lexi’s bare shoulder. “Snag his attention so I can make a move on the girl.”
“You’re a sick bastard,” Lexi teased, enjoying the view as the man remained standing, looking around the bar with a certain arrogance she found appealing. The man was very much a ‘look but don’t touch’ and Lexi needed to leave before she gave in to the impulse to touch, knowing she’d want so much more if she touched. She'd want it all. Tearing her gaze away from perfection-incarnate, she faced Dima with a frown, “I’ve really got to go.”
“Here,” he said, pulling out two fresh shot glasses and filling them with the foul-tasting tequila. “Do one more shot with me before you go.”
“Why? I’m already a little buzzed. One more and I’ll be worthless.”
“I need the courage so I can steal Red away from the big bad wolf.”
She took a deep breath and let it out, a low, painful groan emanating from the back of her throat as she narrowed her eyes and glared at the two glasses. “Fine.”
“That’s my girl,” he grinned, sprinkling salt on his hand once again and holding it to her mouth.
She held his gaze as she slid her tongue over his flesh, seeing the flash of dark humor in his eyes as she did so. She really hated tequila and if she was smart, she'd have refused the last shot. But she needed something to fortify her resolve to not touch. With a little whimper, she took the tequila and slammed it, quickly taking the lime from Dima’s mouth. With a shudder, she wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, “God, that’s disgusting.”
Dima laughed, “My turn.”
Grumbling under her breath, Lexi took the salt and sprinkled it on her hand and held it in front of Dima’s mouth. He simply smiled at her and shook his head, “Nyuh uh.”
“Dima,” she protested, though it was ignored as he leaned forward and licked the curve of her neck and poured the salt there. With another sigh, she put the lime in her mouth then tilted her head to the side as he nibbled her skin before drinking his tequila. This time when he captured the lime, he took his time, grabbing her shoulders and holding her in place as he moved his mouth over hers, as he prolonged the kiss, making Lexi twist her head away and chuckle. “Dima.”
“Pardon me,” a luscious, utterly masculine voice murmured from behind her.
Lexi flattened her hands against Dima’s chest and pushed, breaking the lime-kiss and stumbling backwards into a solid wall of muscle belonging to the man standing behind her. Heat enveloped her body and her flesh started to hum. Without seeing him, she knew that it was the warrior-stranger and the laughter quickly faded away, replaced by sexual awareness. Her eyes slid shut until she became aware of Dima soft chuckle and she came crashing back to reality. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at her friend, though her smile softened the look, “Dickhead.”
But then warm hands wrapped around her bare arms to steady her and the rest of the world simply vanished. She felt like a cat, needing to rub her body against his, wanting to have him stroke her. Relishing in the strength of the stranger, she breathed in his scent and let it fill her. It was clean and male with no artifice but there was also something wild about it, as if he spent his nights running naked through the woods. Heat burned through her as she pictured him in her head, standing beneath the bright moon in all of his naked glory, his piercing eyes holding her in place as she….
“Pardon me,” the masculine voice came again and the solid wall rumbled against her back. She realized that she was still pressed up against him, that his hands were still holding her and she didn’t want to move. She just wanted to stay there and continue experiencing the loveliest sensation she’d ever known.
Lexi returned from her brief sojourn to fantasy world and jumped, turning around as she did so. The gorgeous man was truly standing there, looking down at her with the most intense silver eyes she had ever seen. Her tongue lost its ability to move and she was unable to articulate a single thought as her knees decided to disappear and she fell against the bar. Even wearing three inch heels, she only reached his chin, making him 6’2, maybe 6’3. And he was solid steel and sinew, bone and muscle. All she could do was stare at the pagan god come to life and try to find her tongue, maybe remember how to speak.
He was even more striking up close and personal and, having been pressed up against him, she knew his body was honed to absolute perfection. And whatever he was doing, her body was definitely responding. The reactions that were strong when her back was towards him became nearly unbearable. His eyes seemed to burn right into her, sending chills along her skin and making her stomach flip over. Her nipples tightened into two hard buds and her belly began to buzz in anticipation. She wasn’t even going to consider the dampness between her thighs. No one ever elicited that type of response from her and never a stranger. Maybe it was the tequila. Yeah, that’s what she was going to tell herself anyway even if she knew it for the lie it was.
If she stayed there any longer, she wouldn’t be held accountable for her actions and that thought scared the hell out of her. Attraction was one thing but this all-consuming, all-compelling force was something else entirely. With her pulse racing, she knew she had to get out of there. Unfortunately, she had no desire to leave.
His silver eyes melted her bones as he spoke in a husky tenor, “I saw you standing over here and I was wondering if I could I buy you a drink?”
She needed to get out of there because touching him was everything she had hoped and dreaded. But then she found her voice coming out in a low and throaty rasp, “One drink.”
He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth and her stomach dropped to her feet. God, he was even more dangerous to her well-being when he smiled. Holding up two fingers, he ordered a couple of shots and Lexi almost groaned, already tipsy from her earlier shots. But then he looked at her with those silver eyes and his voice caressed her as he murmured, “If you don’t mind?”
She looked at him as he held out his hand towards her. Not knowing what else to do, she put her hand in his, catching her breath at the electric sensation that shot up her arm. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and he pulled her against his hard body. His eyes glittered as he held her gaze, bringing her wrist up to his mouth and running his tongue along the delicate skin and then sprinkling salt on the damp spot. Unaware of anything other than his beguiling eyes, she was startled when a wedge of lime was placed in her mouth.
“Thank you,” the gorgeous stranger murmured as he licked the salt from her skin and then slammed the glass of tequila. Lexi was transfixed by the way his throat worked as he swallowed, how the tendons moved and his Adam’s apple bobbed. She didn’t get to spend enough time studying the lines of his neck before he cursed beneath his breath and his mouth was on hers.
Pulling back slightly, he squeezed the bitter juice into her mouth and pulled it out before continuing with the kiss. His tongue stroked along hers and she lost herself in his lips, receiving the full impact of his kiss, feeling it in her belly and lower still. Her arms slid around his trim waist and she pressed herself harder against his solid body, luxuriating in the heat that wrapped itself around her. Her head was spinning and she wasn’t sure if it was from the tequila or the kiss. It was probably a bit of both. She wanted the kiss to go on forever, which was ridiculous since she didn’t know the man at all. But, oh! he could kiss!
Reluctantly pulling her lips from his, she took a wobbly step backwards and looked up at him, a siren’s smile curving her lips, “My turn.”
As much as she despised tequila, she was looking forward to doing the shot, if only to taste the scrumptious man once more. With one hand on his arm to steady herself, she glanced at Dima, ignoring the cynical humor blazing in his eyes as he poured tequila into a second shot glass. With a wince, she took a deep breath and turned back to the gorgeous stranger. “Ready?”
“Always,” he rumbled, his molten silver eyes caressing her face and making her burn even hotter.
Leaning against him and going up onto her toes, she slowly slid her tongue along the exposed skin of his neck, tasting his woodsy, masculine flavor and closing her eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. A stifled groan came from the back of his throat and his fingers wrapped around her elbows, as if he was as unsteady as she was. She pulled away just enough to squeeze the juice of lime into his mouth, running her finger over the ripe fullness of his bottom lip. His eyes flared even brighter as she grabbed the shot and, pausing but a moment, slammed it down her throat with a shudder. Her throat burned and her eyes watered but it was worth it. Even the hangover she’d have in the morning was going to be worth it.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, she pulled him down as she rose up, their lips meeting somewhere in the middle. Citrus and man erased the vile taste of the alcohol and she took her time exploring the wet heat of his mouth, a hum of approval coming from her own throat. Suddenly, she wanted this man more than her next breath, more than she had ever wanted anything. She wanted to explore the defined ridges of his hard body, the heavy weight of his thick erection. She wanted to tear off his clothes and touch him everywhere.

She wanted to fuck him until the world ended and she was left standing among the ruins.

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About the Author:


Like most writers, I spend most of my time telling myself stories and writing them down when they get too loud to remain in my head. The characters are very demanding, wanting to go out into the world to be discovered by millions of adoring readers, though they are most satisfied with having only a few readers that truly love them. From the gargoyles that sit on top of the roofs to the Siren who lures her wolf astray to the Aradians and Apocritae to those who battle evil, the characters won't be satisfied until their stories are told.


Of course, none of this would be possible without the love and support of my very loving and very tolerant family: my husband who encourages me to keep writing even when I act a little insane in regards to the worlds in my head, and my three kids who help out so much when I get lost in those same, darn worlds. They politely listen as I go on and on about my characters' motivations and back stories, their connections within the worlds created and how they fight to gain control of their destinies. But I am a cruel writer and make them earn their happy endings.

Since I am also a Romantic at heart, they are all happy endings.

My books are hot and oftentimes sweet, mostly steamy supernatural and romantic. 

PNR: Darkness Comes, Stone Lover, Stone Romance, Stone Destiny, Awakening, and Siren Song
UF/PNR: Blight, After Blight
Contemporary: Blind Attraction


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