I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas and welcome to the last Weekend Reads guest post of the year.
Seeing out 2013 I have Tony-Paul de Vissage with his latest book, Shadow Lord, Book 1 in the Second Species Series.
Introducing the aventurieri…the second species of Mankind.
Marek Strigoi’s people are the basis of the vampire legend, not Undead, but bloodsuckers nevertheless. Though there are scattered colonies outside the Carpathians, Marek and his brothers are satisfied to live in the safety of Transylvania’s mountains. When their father, the Prince’s assassin, is murdered, Janos Strigoi’s death brings an end to the Strigoi children’s peaceful life. Marek demands revenge, and his quest for rogue Mircea Ravagiu begins a journey from his country’s haven across Europe to find the killer. Along the way, love will throw a beautiful woman in his path…la marquise Celine DuCharne can ease Marek’s loss, but will a mere female be enough to make him forget his oath?
When a vampire is both the hunter and the hunted, not even Hell can stand in the way.
Shadow Lord, Book One of the Second Species series, is first and foremost a tale of revenge but it’s also a love story.
At his father’s death, Marek Strigoi becomes ghidaj, or head, of his section of the warrior caste. A student at the infamous University of the Scholomance, he returns home to take over the duties of his estate and raise his much younger brothers and sister. Like a good son, Marek demands revenge for his father’s death, and that desire for vengeance and the welfare of his siblings will become his two main themes in life for the next dozen years.
The theme of revenge isn’t new in literature but I wanted my own story to be something more than simply one man chasing another across a continent. Since the two are considered vampires, it would not only cross various countries but also centuries—and involve several novels—until the day they actually come face to face. I tried to make my characters many-faceted, from Marek, the elder brother, the faithful son now become reluctant leader, to his younger brothers and cousin, to the villain himself, Mircea Ravagiu, also a complex though evil creature daring to defy their Prince.
There’s romance also, though somewhat sadly for Marek who places himself outside the hoped-for marriage arrangements of his kind because his revenge and his concern for his brothers and sister comes first. He’ll suffer love and loss many times before he finds the one woman to complete him, unaware that his prey is also, ironically, suffering the same fate.
Though the sun had been down for many hours, Elsabeta Suvoi was still abed. Her lover liked her that way, wanting his woman where she was convenient whenever his lust seized him. Elsabeta was slavishly in love with Mircea Ravagiu. He was violent and insatiable, as cruel in bed as out of it, but she worshipped him. It had been so from the moment they met, after her father’s reluctant invitation to a banchet at his castel. Elsabeta had taken one look at the black-eyed warrior, saw the lustful gleam in his eyes, and left with him that night against her parents’ wishes. She’d sullied the Suvoi name to become his iubita...and she didn’t care.
He never spoke aloud that he loved her, though often he praised her body for the satisfaction it gave him. He said straightaway she should never expect marriage or offspring, but Elsabeta was a female of her time from a family of women considered mere chattels to their males, so she accepted his domination without argument. Running away with Mircea was her one independent act.
At first horrified by the bloody orgies and attacks upon the deomi, the humans living on the edges of his estate, she now ignored his rapaciousness and his brutal games, letting his prowess in bed distract her. When her lover and his soldati returned from their hunts, she locked herself in her bedchamber, its thick walls drowning out the screams from below. It was the cries of the children cut most into her soul. At those times, she thanked the Oracle Ravagiu swore he’d never get her with child, for it came into her mind should it happen, it might be her own infant shrieking out its life in the castel banquet chamber.
To Elsabeta, Mircea Ravagiu was like one of the dreadful Ancient Ones who devoured its own offspring. She truly believed he wouldn’t hesitate to rip out his own child’s throat and drink its blood should the thought come to him. Yet, with that perversity Nature renders some, she loved the man and never thought to leave him.
She was jerked from her semi-slumber by the chamber door being kicked open, sat up to stare at the figure in the doorway...Mircea, upper body bare, wings hovering around him. They were still quivering, evidence he’d flown rapidly and had just landed. From where she sat, she could hear his harsh panting. He held something in his arms.
“Get dressed.” No words of greeting or love. Just an order.
“Why? What’s the matter?” A loud crashing came through the doorway, voices crying out. “What’s that noise?”
“My men are disposing of the vanjosi.” He answered as calmly as if merely announcing the moon had risen. “Strigoi’s freak’s on his way here and we have to go.”
“You should’ve expected this.” She dared remind him of what he’d done, though it jeopardized her own life. “Did you think you could slaughter his family and he wouldn’t retaliate?”
She’d been horrified when he returned from his brother’s castel announcing they’d been executed by the Prince’s Taietor, didn’t believe it when he said he planned to kill the Shadow Lord and his family. She hadn’t thought he’d succeed and waited to be told he was dead, resigned to living the rest of her days as an outcast for the choice she’d made. And then, Mircea returned, bloodily triumphant...and Janos Strigoi and his wife were dead and their children carried away to be tortured before their blood nourished their father’s enemy.
“I never thought that book-bound scholastic’d have balls enough to take a sword in his hands.” He stalked into the room. The sounds from below got louder, women screaming, men shouting, voices abruptly cut off to be replaced by others just as terrified. “Get up or you’ll join my servants.”
Sliding from the bed, she hastened to obey but as she reached for her chemise and overskirt, he said, “We’re flying. Make certain your wings are unhampered.”
The bundle he held began to move. It squirmed, kicking itself free of the swathing blanket. A plump little leg, an arm...a baby, a little girl-child, tiny and out of place in Mircea’s deadly embrace.
“Dear one.” Elsabeta stopped with the garment in her hands. A sick dread twisted inside her. “W-who’s that?”
“My daughter.” His answer was as short as if he’d bitten the word. “Now.”
Daughter? How can he have a child? Hadn’t he told her he wished no brats, that the only thing he wanted from them was their sweet, immortality-laden blood?
Shrugging her wings out of their concealing pouches, she peered at the infant. The child whimpered, turning her head and holding out her hands. She was blond and blue-eyed, not quite a year old. This is Janos Strigoi’s child. Elsabeta’s heart felt as if it had been wrung dry.
“What are you going to do with her?” Even as she asked the question, she knew she had to prevent it. If she had to risk her own life and finally brave Mircea’s wrath, she couldn’t let him harm this child.
“It’ll be fitting, don’t you think?” His laugh was harsh. “Raising the Shadow Lord’s brat as my own? Teaching her how to be a Ravagiu and some day, letting the survivors know?”
“No! Please…” A woman’s scream floated up to them, dying away in a bloody wail.
“Are you ready?” He thrust the child into her arms. Elsabeta cuddled it against her naked breast, holding the little body tightly. I must do whatever it takes to protect this baby. If it kills me.
He held out his hand.
“Where are we going?” She placed her own in it. He led her toward the window.
“I’m fortunate my brother saw fit to have holdings in other countries and I’ve traveled to them.” One fist struck the shutters, sending them flying. He climbed upon the sill. “We’re going to Budapest. Hold tight to the brat. If you drop her, I’ll kill you.”
He flung himself through the window into the air. Naked as she was, Elsabeta was pulled along, clutching the child. Releasing her hand, Mircea circled and rose swiftly, his body completing a graceful curve as he aimed himself over the trees, Elsabeta trailing after him.
Below them, the killings continued for another hour.
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This weekend we have the lovely Carlene Love Flores with Sin's Haven available from Evernight Publishing.
What’s more fun than writing about scrumptious, naughty rock stars?
Plucking their shy, quirky and quietly sexy webmaster out of the shadows and watching him come into his own. Ben was reluctant at first, but there are few things a man won’t do for love. I, for one, am grateful Ben put himself out there because Sin’s Haven is one of my favorite books to have written and I couldn’t be more proud of him.
The boys and I wish you all the Happiest of Holidays and lots of hot romance reading. Hugs!
Sin’s Haven (A Sin Pointe Novel, Book 3)
When Sin Pointe webmaster, Benjamin Wright, is publicly humiliated on his birthday, he knows he’s never gonna be able to show his face around the guys again. But an angelic hostess who lets him sleep it off at the club seems surprisingly eager to help him out. Is his luck changing or does she just feel sorry for him?
Hazel Temple, bagel mistress by day and club hostess by night, feels horrible for inadvertently playing a part in Ben’s embarrassment and vows to make it up to him—by telling him they had a sizzling hot one night stand. Still recovering from losing her fiancé to suicide, she worries about Ben when he discovers her lie. Is she bound to hurt the men she cares about?
A Sin Pointe camping trip provides Hazel her chance to get Ben’s groove back.
Will her webmaster be the one to rock her world?
Finally, after finding out he seemed to be the only person there, he tossed the last paper towel he’d used to clean up his mess and plopped down on the toilet seat where he sat now. What he wasn’t prepared for was the note he found tucked into his shirt pocket. He patted it and pulled it out carefully.
“Holy crap. No way.”
He read it again.
Apparently he’d had relations with her, pretty good ones at that, but had no recollection of it. What was her name? He couldn’t remember but it started with an H according to the note. Crap. He’d had hot, amazing sex last night with her? With Haven?
He closed his eyes, and tried to remember more, considering dropping his pants and inspecting his stuff. He didn’t go that far but adjusted himself in his briefs, now conscious that he’d been inside a beautiful woman who he’d somehow brought some pretty decent pleasure to. More amazing than that, she hadn’t been turned off when she’d seen him. God, this was the weirdest feeling in the world.
But straining to remember more was no use. It only gave him a worse headache, not a name of the woman he’d slept with so carelessly. Or any remembrance of touching her. No way would he have not touched her. Ah, he did remember feeling something. He was an idiot. She’d sung him happy birthday, which would have been cool if he hadn’t just been crowned king of the losers by Erby. Wait, before that. The chorus of his favorite song as he’d sat there in silent chaos had touched him, even if he hadn’t let it show.
Somehow, after all that, he’d gotten close enough to kiss this other woman. Back on that well-meant futon. But how in the world did a guy like him end up hooking up with a woman like Haven?
She probably felt bad for him.
Story of my life, he thought.
Where was she now? Was she okay? They’d been in the office together. Which meant she could have seen him tossing his nachos. Surely she’d written the note and left in time to spare them both that lovely experience. And apparently, she was well. Better than well.
He shook his head, trying to understand last night. The problem was, his pride might be swelling on one hand but on the other, he felt like a huge ass wipe. He’d slept with a woman whose name he couldn’t remember and oh yeah, he didn’t do that kind of thing. It wasn’t anywhere in his nature. Jaxon and Stefan made women melt at the mere thought of the things those guys could do to them. Unless a chick was super into a personalized website or slick Facebook banner, Ben didn’t have much woo factor to offer. And a one-night-stand-to-blow-your-mind was definitely not on his menu. He wouldn’t have slept with Erby on their first date and he’d known her for six years! Okay, maybe he would have last night...
“I suck and ow,” he said, holding his head in one hand while his elbow dug into his knee. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember Haven’s hands on his legs, maybe playing with his knees. It was a hot fantasy, but he got nothing. “Great, just great,” he muttered and then stood up and flushed, even though he hadn’t even dropped his trousers.
It was time to make his way out.
But what if she was out there, waiting?
An apology. That’s what he owed her. A big ole I’m sorry. This woman might have been pleased with her experience but she should know he wasn’t that kind of guy.
As he dragged his reluctant feet from the stall, her kiss popped onto his lips. He remembered. She’d tasted like sweet cherries. He was so screwed. He knew he’d messed up and had no idea how to deal with this which meant avoidance until he figured it out. What would Jaxon do?
“You’re not Jaxon, dip wad. You’re Saint Benjamin,” he told himself as he swallowed, and followed the narrow hallway from the back office up to the café.
He needed some and if she was up there, he could invite her to have a cup with him. And maybe talk. Nerves brewed heavy in his stomach as he pushed open the curtains that divided the club from the café. Why in the world he chose that very moment to start worrying about condoms was beyond him. But he fumbled for his wallet and found the one he kept still tucked into his bill fold.
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Slightly belated I know but this week's Weekend Reads is finally here and today we are delving into Scotland with the rather delicious looking The Highlander's Curse from Katalyn Sage.
This is the first novel in Katalyn's Legions of Fate series. It is a Scottish Time Travel, and Katalyn’s first foray into writing first and third person in one story.
SHE'S OUT OF HER OWN TIME.
Scarlett wasn’t really looking for love, but a chance encounter with a dark stranger sent her reeling back to the eighteenth century, into the arms of a Highland rogue.
HE'S RUNNING FROM THE CURSE THAT TORE HIS FAMILY APART.
Cailen left home years ago in search of his brother and the witch who cursed him. When a young woman barrels into his life, he’s both surprised and enthralled by her. Though she can never belong to him, he’s content with believing she could be, at least for a time.
CAN HE FORSAKE THE CURSE AND TAKE SCARLETT AS HIS OWN? OR DOES THE CURSE BECOME A BLESSING IN DISGUISE?
I couldn’t breathe suddenly, the desire in his voice rolling through me like a caress.
He laid me down on the ground, his hand running up my body. “Dinna expect me tae be so well-mannered anymore.”
His words, along with that menacing growl in his voice, stoked a fire in me. I was useless except to peer up at him as he laid his body on top of me and melded his mouth with mine. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of him. He was rough and angry, and very, very ready for sex. Maybe as much as I was.
Wait, he hadn’t wanted this. He’d turned me down. Forcing my lips from his, I breathed, “I don’t want this from you out of pity.”
“Shhh.” He kissed me again. “Pity has naethin’ tae dae wi’this. We both ken I’ve wanted ye. I’ll no’ deny us any longer.”
My Highlander’s hands rubbed and grasped at me, and I did the same. He was all muscle. All strength. All male. Running my palms up his arms, I stopped every few inches to just enjoy every flex of muscle I felt: across his shoulders, along his back, and down his chest and stomach.
He was beautiful. And he was all mine.
My fingers wrapped around his cock, and he jumped, a groan escaping him as he pulled back from me. “Easy lass,” he breathed, holding something in front of my face. “Now, exactly how does this work?”
I focused on the shiny silver vibrator in his hand, and moaned. “It doesn’t matter. Just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s good.” So good. I wanted more. I needed more.
“Hmm.” Cailen peered down, holding his weight on one fist, with only his hips and legs still lying against me. “Maybe we should stop.”
“No! No, no, no!”
“Will ye tell me then?”
“Ugh. Fine. You just twist it.”
“Show me, or I’ll stop now.”
I groaned, snatching the bullet from him and turning half of it, making it vibrate.
He nabbed it back from me, and gaped at it before narrowing his eyes on me. “How?”
How did it vibrate or how did it help? My head fell back against the ground and I sighed. I reached up and guided Cailen’s hand to the junction of my legs, pressing the silver bullet against me. I’d tried not to, but the feel of it had me squirming like crazy. My Highlander was motionless with the most miraculous expression on his face.
He caught me looking, and cleared his throat. “This really…It really pleases ye?”
“Mmm.” I smiled. “What do you think?”
“I think I’ve ne’er seen anythin’ like this.”
“Like this?” I asked, pointing to the bullet. “Or like me?”
The toy hit a particularly sensitive spot, and I moaned and wiggled again.
“What am I tae dae wi’it?”
“Just what you’re doing. Oh God, Cailen. I want more.” I was already breathing rapidly. My entire body started quaking and I arched up to kiss him. “Let me touch you.”
The Scot’s eyes widened slowly. “Ye want tae touch me?”
“Like I did before. Please.”
He changed positions and I reached up his kilt, gripping his shaft. At the first pump, Cailen arched and the vibrator left my skin. “Sorry. Och, dae it again.”
Oh really? “You like that?”
“Aye. Dae it again.”
His barked command nearly sent me over, but I reined it in, fascinated by this rugged Highlander who, until now, had been so strong and sure of himself. I wielded that power over him in this moment. I didn’t want to give it up, and I didn’t want him to know that he held the same over me.
The Highlander’s Curse is available in Paperback through Amazon and Createspace, and the eBook is available through Amazon and Barnes and Noble. In celebration of the holidays, the Paperback is on sale for $8.99 (regularly $10.99), and the eBook is on sale for $1.99 (regularly priced $2.99) during December, 2013.
Ok folks it's that time again already and this week for weekend reads we have something slightly different.
Kacey Mark is here with Adrian from her current WIP Apothecary, and Adrian is having a little ... problem.
Have you ever felt that, even with your hand holding the pen, sometimes things don’t go your way?
As writers, our characters can take charge and alter the direction of a story—even to the surprise of the author.
I recently had such a moment—and it was a bigg’un!
I’ve invited Adrian here for a little tea-time chat, to discuss this pivotal event.
Adrian is an up-and-coming apothecary. He’s a medical marvel in this day and age, but he was also cursed by his ancestor, who killed off the world’s most infamous, star-crossed lovers.
--Adrian would you like some tea?
No thanks. Brought my own.
--Even with Adrian’s knowledge of ancient and modern pharmaceuticals, he suffered a bit of…uh…dysfunction-we’ll call it--during a pivotal scene in his story.
Erectile dysfunction. Let’s call it what it is. And seriously? You’re bringing this up.
--It was a twist from the norm as far as the classic romance novel goes. I wasn’t expecting that to happen--It flew right out of left field!
Trust me. It wasn’t flying anywhere. Wasn’t even prepped for take-off, sister.
--I’ll admit it was only an acute problem.
Yeah, my problem, by the way. And it shouldn’t come as that big a surprise. It happens more often than you’d imagine.
--Really? How often?
Don’t you think that’s a bit personal? What is this? Opera?
--It’s a romance novel. You have to understand that when you become a character, readers get to sniff out all your personal laundry.
Well, while you’re sniffing away, consider this; it would’ve happened to any guy. Who tries to bang a girl when she’s upset anyway?
--Logically speaking, no one should. If the girl isn’t the mood.
I see where you’re going. Not funny.
--Yep, Shauna needed a little “sexual healing” as the song goes--
I don’t sing.
--But Adrian’s unique ability to detect chemicals--
--Right—picked up on Shauna’s tears and reduced his mighty healing staff to little more than a wet noodle.
You’re referring to my penis, right? These things have names, you know.
--But let’s go through the possible steps that Adrian could take to resolve this problem in the future. Just in case we dream up a sequel somewhere.
--*snicker* you don’t sound very excited.
Well let’s explore this, shall we? There’s dehydrating Shauna to the point that she can’t produce tears. But then we have an entirely new moisture problem, in the basement—you like how I called it that? Is that more on your level?
--Or we could develop a blocker for those pesky chemical cues found in female tears, essentially blocking all cues at the same time, including the all-important testosterone. So that’s fun, in a giant man-boobs sort of way.
Of course, I could override the reaction with a pill, which, I’m sure you’re aware, they already make. I tried one once. Surely you can imagine the effects of a healthy, young apothecary consuming Viagra?
--Last longer than four hours?
Try four weeks. There’s a reason why they call that shit Blue Thunder. Bottom line; let nature take its course. Let the story play out.
--Okay, okay…don’t look so sullen staring into that cup.
I’m not sullen. Just wondering…
Whether that’s Sleepy Time Tea.
Kacey's Dark Muse Series is available now from Evernight Publishing
Today I have the amazing, fabulous, and downright distracting Raven Mcallan who is talking about her latest sexy tale Livvy's Devil Dom (and boy is this one hot!).
Welcome Raven, wonderful to have you here at last.
Thank you SJ for inviting me here today.
As I've got a book out, I can't help but do a chair swivel jiggle.
I never get tired of the whole, get an idea, write it, (you'll note I don't mention plot) tidy it, send it to my lovely fellow author Doris O'Connor to pull it to bits, and get it back. Roll my eyes because she always sees things I've missed. (I do the same for her, we are each others harshest critics, it's just as well we're friends.) Sort them, tear my hair out over blurbs and synopss, and then eventually sub. Wear out refresh on my lap top until I see the… drum roll email. Bite my nails, and then…
Well in this case it was a yes. So it was the big chair swivel dance.
It was so very good to get this yes, because Livvy and Sael in a previous incarnation had a version of this story published with a now defunct publishing house, under the title In The Recess of your Soul. When the rights were returned, I could see how my writing had developed so did some major rewrites, and well, this is the result.
But before I go on about Livy, and her Devil Dom, I'll get back to the no plot bit.
I'm what's known as a character-driven pantster. I don't plot. Oh I tried, believe me, but it didn't work. It was so wooden, and I found myself deleting stuff because it didn't fit in with the plot. So I soon realized I had to go where the characters took me. Once I did that, everything fell into place. I found my voice, used it and wrote in a way I never thought I could, or would. But I can and I do.
I know it wouldn't suit everyone, and lots of people will roll their eyes, but it suits me.
When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.
She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.
He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?
And just to tease you…(get out the ice water and the fan)
Her touch brought his fangs out, and his tail swished in an arc. To her surprise, a neat but vicious set of horns appeared on either side of his head. Shiny and dark, they made her tremble. It wasn't pure fear, Livvy noticed, but tempered with excitement.
"You bring out my Devil Within. In a good way. You complete me. And it saves me explaining that these"—he touched his horns—"will appear."
Livvy stared. Then, as a credit to her own temerity, ran her fingers over them. Velvet, rock hard velvet.
"What do you do with them?" she asked.
He'd shown her—almost. His head dipped toward her pussy. Then he stopped and rubbed one velvet tip over her clit.
"Show me." She stared up at him and hoped the trust and interest she had were obvious in her expression. "Show me what you use them for. I'm guessing it’s not for hoopla or quoits."
Sael sniggered. "Not unless your kink goes that way. I er, well…" His voice trailed off. Livvy rolled her eyes.
"Argh for goodness’ sake. Do I get out the vibrator, or do I get a horn? Though I guess it doesn't vibrate I bet it's good."
"You reckon? Let me show you." His voice was gravelly, with added heat. "Ah now, pet, feel the heat." He got up onto his knees, lifted her legs to stretch out each side of him and bent his head. The fine, short, and curly hairs tickled her skin, and Livvy jumped. It didn't tickle, exactly, but it did heighten her arousal. Then Sael stroked her clit with the tip and let it slide over her soft skin toward the entrance to her channel. Livvy wriggled and gasped as a wave of fire swept through her.
"It's hot and heat, and it throbs." She stopped moving as he edged the horn oh so gently inside her. Her muscles tensed, and he paled. Did he think she might say red, or even worse, crumble? There was no chance. She'd got this far, and Livvy didn't intend to renege.
She began a tiny clench and release move, over and over again. "I want more."
"Dammit, do you know how bloody difficult it is not to thrust, take, and force the pace?" He grunted the words. "You know the expression to the hilt?"
Why was he talking about stupid expressions and not filling her to the hilt? Ah…
"Yeah, so? Do it then."
He grinned. "Did you know the opposite end to the tip of a Devil's horn is called the hilt?" Then he pushed.
Tiny stings slid over the inner walls of her pussy, as his horn slid “to the hilt” and back. Over and over those little stabs hit her and tingles spiraled from them. Wave after wave of fiery heat pulsed through her as he moved. Livvy opened her eyes a slit, and watched in awe as tiny shards of light pulsed around his head, dancing up and down in time to their sexual beat. The sensations were so different from when he fucked her with his cock or finger. Every so often a gush of her arousal slipped past his horn to coat her legs. Then he shuddered and groaned.
"Liv-love, I can't help this. Take a deep breath, and hold me tight inside. Because if my horn makes me come, my cock will spill all over us, and you'll have to lick it off me and me off you. We'll defer on the sheets."
What the hell is he rambling on about? Being impaled on a hot throbbing horn didn't add to the ability to think coherently. She didn't bother to answer him or try to work out how his cock was so agile. She just clenched her inner muscles and refused to let him go.
The roar he gave should have been heard in the capital. With strength he hadn't shown before, Sael lifted her ass into the air—without taking his horn out—and his cock grazed her ass. His horn shuddered, his body shook, and he was right. Cum coated her.
Livvy floated, and saw bright colored lights. She was only dimly aware of Seal slumping next to her before he gathered her into his arms and let his other horn stroke over her neck.
She snuggled into him, and pressed her lips to his nipple. He wriggled, and she giggled. "That's not an invitation for the next round. That's a thank you."
"Not for a few minutes anyway."
She looked up at him, and he laughed. "Ah, pet, you are so easy to read at times. Now rest there until I run a bath. Um you're not too sore, are you? I got a bit carried away and didn't temper my pulsars."
"Is that what it's called?"
"Er no, just all hot and well hot. But having said that, I don't want to be impaled on a horn every time. Even if it does bring a new meaning to the expression I'm horny. Oh shit, you having such unusual thingies and all that. I can't come pregnant through a horn can I?"
"Thingies? Thingies, sheesh, woman." He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed. Livvy was oh so tempted to give him a helping hand.
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Love Raven x
Here is the first in my new weekend reads guest post series.
Each weekend I will be welcoming a fellow author to the page so that they can share a little bit about themselves, their books and their characters.
I want to share all the great authors and titles that are out there with you all.
So, first up we have Shelli Rosewarne who is here today to talk about her recent release Love Reawakened.
Welcome Shelli and thanks for visiting.
Thanks so much for letting me visit today.
My zombie-themed romance 'Love Reawakened' was released last month so I'm very excited!
I know what you're thinking – zombies and romance don't really go together. I must admit before this I would have been inclined to agree – but hopefully this will give you a bit of a different view. When a sassy witch and a rather battered necromancer have to team up to find an escaped zombie then the sparks certainly fly – but even the zombies may not be quite what you're expecting. Anyway, you'll have to read to find out. I really hope you enjoy it! :)
Emma needs to find an escaped zombie! With lives on the line, the only person who can help is the man who broke her heart.
Emma Strachan is a professional witch and quite frankly a zombie raising should be all in day's work. Now, though, something has gone horribly wrong and with lives on the line Emma is forced to turn for help to the one person she never wanted to see again.
When Emma Strachan shows up on Garret's doorstep he knows she must be in trouble – after all nothing else would bring her to his door. Still, he never imagined a zombie gone rogue, or that the blazing attraction between them would be as strong as ever.
As Emma and Garret risk their lives to track down the missing zombie can they put aside past insecurities and trust in each other – before it's too late.
He grinned at her. "I've learnt a few things since you last knew me."
She felt her face flame. Oh, they were so not going there. She turned on her heel, and headed back to the car. She heard his low laugh as he followed her and tried not to bristle at that. She slid in, a scowl on her face.
"What now? We still have no idea where he might be or how to reassure him when we find him. Any ideas?"
She saw a slow grin spread across his face, then he leaned over and captured her lips with his, catching her surprised squeak. His tongue plunged deep, his mouth forceful, demanding, and she was helpless not to respond. A whimper rose in her throat as she clutched at his shoulders, heat curling in her stomach. His hand slid to the nape of her neck pulling her closer and she went willingly, her nipples hardening as she came up against his chest. He slowly pulled back, causing a moan of protest to rise in her throat. He smiled ruefully, resting his head against hers.
"This is really not the time or the place," he murmured.
She pulled back crossly. "Why did you do it then?"
He grinned at her. "It was an idea."
Hilarious! "You have any ideas actually related to the problem at hand?" she snapped at him.
"Surprisingly, yes, I do have one. I know someone who might be able to help us find him."
Emma frowned. "Who? And why didn't you just say that instead of, well, you know."
He sighed. "You'll see, and I kissed you now because you might not let me afterwards."
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Shelli Rosewarne had always had a dream in the back of her head about wanting to be a writer, from the time she was handing in ten page stories at primary school and driving her teachers crazy. However, like with so many things, life and paying the bills got in the way and she worked in various jobs from call centers to shops to offices. She eventually realized that life is too short not to try and follow your dreams, and has since had her first stand alone novella published with Breathless Press, along with several submissions in anthologies, another novel contracted for later in the year and various works in progress in the pipeline. Yup, she's having to pinch herself as well! She currently lives in Edinburgh with her long-suffering fiancé and slightly psycho cat. When not writing she loves reading, music and photography.
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Well, I haven't written a new blog post for ages and the reason is life! It just gets in the way of things. Juggling my three month old, family dilemmas, medical treatment and all the rest has taken over at the moment, leaving no time for writing or promoting or blogging.
But I have managed to have a new release and I am delighted to say that My Business, Your Pleasure is here!
This is my first foray into MM and my first release with Evernight Publishing so it's very exciting.
I love this cover, it really captures the spirit of the book and my drool worthy heroes, and why have one hero when you can have two!
So, if life is running away with you maybe spending some time with my two guys is just what you need.
Justin has one rule: never get involved with immortals. It's bad for business and dangerous. Trouble is his business partner Elliot—an immortal being with undeniable sex appeal—makes him want to break that rule.
Hoping a night with an immortal will get this infatuation out of his system, Justin visits a rival club looking for a one-night stand.
Elliot has wanted Justin for ages, but despite his best efforts has gotten nowhere. So when he learns about Justin's plans, he turns up at the club, hoping one night will turn into many more.
Will Justin let down his guard and let Elliot become his partner in more than just business?
Available from Evernight Publishing
31 days, 31 flashes, 31 thrills
This Halloween why not stop by the Halloween Flash Fiction Bash. Many of the authors are holding a giveaway plus there are three grand prizes to be won.
My regency inspired flash Between the Squire and Devil sees Jane Monroe held captive by the evil Squire. Will her only hope be the Devil himself?
I am giving away an ebook of Down on the Farm.
The second tip comes from my very own sexy Scot Fraser.
Down on the Farm is now available to pre-order - click here for links
Down on the Farm Vol 1, featuring my sexy little story Give a Ghost a Chance releases 27 September and is now available for pre-order
To celebrate the release the characters are sharing some travel tips and here is the first one from the Barrow-Wight