Guest Post – Naomi Bellina

Blurb:

Star Lite exercises her emerging magical talents to search for Adam, the seductive stranger who captivated her heart during an extraordinary adventure. Her every Into the Magic coversense tells her they are meant to be together, yet he has disappeared. Certain he’s in danger, she tracks him down and they meet in Las Vegas, where emotions flare and flames ignite. But Adam must complete a mysterious mission and sends her away. She uses the time waiting for Adam to study with Tristan, a passionate magician with secrets of his own. As Star’s powers are unlocked, she questions the rulings of the authoritarians who control magic. Against Tristan and Adam’s warnings, a premonition moves her to go back to Vegas. There, a new facet of her power puts her life in peril. For protection, Tristan, Adam and Star engage in a sizzling ménage ritual. Join Star as she opens her heart and soul to love, and continues her journey into the magic.

Excerpt:

 

Wrapped in towels, they emerged from the bathroom. Tristan sat on the couch, sipping a drink.

 

“I brought a bottle of excellent Scotch. Help yourself. Well, you both have a lovely glow. Did you start without me? I hope you didn’t finish. We need to save that energy for the ritual.”

 

“We got a bit warmed up. I’ll sample your Scotch, thank you. The shower is all yours. Did you bring condoms in your bag of goodies?” Adam asked.

 

“Along with several other items I believe we’ll all enjoy.”

 

Adam poured them a drink and Star sipped the fiery liquid, shuddering lightly as it slid down her throat spreading tendrils of warmth. She padded to the bedroom, then stretched out on the king-size bed. Adam joined her, kneeling at her side. He sucked an ice cube into his mouth, then, parting Star’s robe, ran his lips along her neck, down to her collarbone, then to her breast. She shivered, the combination of cold and heat producing goose bumps. When he reached her nipple, he pulled it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the hard nub. She moaned.

 

“Do the other one.”

 

Adam complied, trailing his tongue along the valley between her breasts, then sucking and pulling on the other peak. He licked his way up her neck and kissed her, his mouth devouring hers.

 

From the living room area, she heard Tristan moving around. The door to the bedroom was partially open, and she knew he could hear their sounds of pleasure. Her initial instinct was to close the door, but she realised soon the three of them would be quite intimate.

 

“If you two can tear away from each other, we need to cast our circle and do our invocation,” Tristan said.

 

“Give us another moment or two,” Adam called back. “Are you ready? Take all the time you need, we aren’t in a rush.”

 

Star shivered. Was she ready? This would be intense, no doubt about that. She said she could do this, and part of her eagerly looked forward to the experience, but another part wanted to throw her clothes on and run out of the room as fast as she could. She had occasionally entertained the idea of being with two men at once, but the reality of doing it was something else. And, Star sensed their venture could be dangerous.

 

“Have you ever done this before? Raised power with another magician?” she asked.

 

Adam stood and moved onto the balcony.

 

“Yes, Lucas and I used to dabble in sexual magic but never to this extent, and never to invoke protection. Our forays into this field were merely to simulate ourselves as much as possible.”

 

“How exactly did you do that?”

 

“You’ll see a bit, tonight. But, mostly, what will happen here is a powerful joining of the three of us. We all have a connection, and with you and I, with what we have already, the bond will become incredibly strong.”

 

“You look worried, Adam. Should I be?”

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Spy Vs. Spy – Who is YOUR favorite?

Agent 86In honor of my upcoming release Burning for Derrick, a novel dealing with an ex spy who happens to be a puma shifter as well, I thought I’d ask the question everyone’s been dying to know.  Who is your favorite all time spy?

You know I’m biased on a level because Derrick is LOOSELY based off Michael Westen from Burn Notice, but even I have my favorites from the past.  It’s up to you, to tell me who you dig for the all time spy!

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Sound Seduction

OceanMusic has been a big dynamic of my writing career, as it’s been the driving force behind the stories I put out.  In almost every single case I can tell you which book and which song inspired most of the scenes because it’s usually just a line from a song that does it.

Something about the metal genre in general evokes images of passion, even though what I listen to involves a lot of dirty vocals.  I thought since we’re pimping a number of releases right now, I’d talk about the five songs that seem to tie into most of what I’m writing.

Kisses Fall–my upcoming Secret Cravings book featured The Ocean, a progressive metal band my brother turned me on to about two months ago.  Their album Pelagial is pretty impressive.

Primary song:  Hadopelagic II.

French FlagL’Enfant Savage, the title track, plus Gift of Guilt by the French metal band Gojira.  Lyrically, musically, they’re heavy and brutal.  Dark, melodic, the music chugs along in true metal fashion, letting me focus on the sounds coming into my ears while my fingers flow fast over furiously fickle phrases to form fornication.  You like that?  LOL!

Eventide, by Stealing Axion is another impressive, seductive song from Progressive Djent metal category that made an impression onto the play list for this book.  Originally, the soundtrack was very heavily influenced by EBM and Aggro-Tek, as I’d just discovered my Goth roots but as time changes everything, so does man change with.

The reality of music and writing for me is that they go hand in hand.  I’ve let the lyrics sooth my tortured soul while I torment those characters in all of my romances and come up with angst ridden emotional arcs to tug at your heart strings.

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Guest Post – Giocanda Lyss

Heaven On Earth:

Gwen McAllister and Desmond Blankenship have both had their share of disappointment in love and marriage. Gwen is a divorced woman who swears never to love again. Desmond is a businessman who finds his wife in bed with a friend. The two meet at a party in Phoenix and soon begin a long-distance relationship. While Desmond knows Gwen is the woman he wants to be with, Gwen is reluctant about facing her feelings for Desmond. Just when Desmond is ready to declare his true feelings for Gwen, Gwen’s life take an unexpected turn. Leticia Martinez, Gwen’s long- time friend and occasional lover, makes an unexpected visit. At first, Leticia and Desmond express an instant dislike for one another. Will Gwen have to choose between the two people she loves the most, or will they make the relationship work for all three of them?Two beautiful sexy lesbian women in erotic foreplay game on dark background

Excerpt:

Thank goodness for showers and blessed be the person who invented them. Desmond replayed the fun they’d had lathering one another up. Soapy hands going in and out of body crevices, touching, tickling, arousing.

Taking a shower with two women had been an experience in itself. Having two sets of hands touching him, stroking him, arousing him, was beyond any dream he’d ever had. Watching them laughing and shrieking with delight, interacting with one another, it was obvious to Desmond that these two women had great affection for one another. It became apparent that there was some kind of bond between them that could never be broken. A friendship bordering on sisterhood, a sisterhood bordering on marriage, a marriage bordering on two halves of a whole.

That Gwen and Leti’s relationship had become physical over time had just been the next natural step for them, Desmond realized. Well, now the two halves were becoming thirds, by taking him to their bosoms. And how lucky he was that they chose him! Gratitude filled his heart to the point of bursting.

Minutes later, when they were all squeaky clean and towel-dried, they collapsed on the bed-a mingle of legs and arms that contrasted and mixed together splendidly. Desmond’s black skin, Leticia’s caramel, and Gwen’s white. They were different in coloring, but they were united in love and affection.

Gwen crawled to the foot of the bed, expectant and giddy as a child. Warm color filled her cheeks.

Desmond looked at her, question marks in his eyes.

“I want you to kiss Leti,” she told him without any further ado.

“Is this okay with you?” He turned his attention on Leti.

Leticia nodded and tipped her head back to be kissed.

Their lips came together tentatively. Desmond brushed his lips on Leti’s and stopped, suddenly unsure of what he should do next. It was Leticia who took the kiss to the next level, gripping the sides of his head and pressing her lips harder on his. Her tongue snaked deeply into his mouth and licked the roof. Her kiss was different from the way Gwen’s lips felt on his, different from Gwen’s kisses. But he was amazed at the strong reaction he got from just that one kiss. Desire surged through him and his cock became erect, pushing against her belly. Leti gasped and squirmed against him. He wanted to take her, but he was also very aware that Gwen watched them. He wanted to see her reaction. How did she feel about it? Was she truly okay with this?

He broke the kiss and looked at Gwen. Gwen’s pale face had turned a deep shade of pink, and her eyes were glossy with lust. She sucked a sharp breath in, and bit her lower lip.

“Don’t stop,” Gwen murmured, while she slid her hand down south, toward her pussy. She half-closed her eyes. He watched her hand sliding between her shapely legs and beginning to finger herself.

Christ, how much he loved seeing her aroused like this! He couldn’t wait to see what new heights of arousal and pleasure he could bring her to. He would be willing to do anything to make Gwen happy!

He leaned toward Gwen and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately. He got drunk on her wonderful taste. He wanted the moment to go on forever. If the planet stopped spinning in that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. They kissed long and hard, their tongues dancing with one another.

When she pulled away slowly from his embrace he let go reluctantly. He knew they were about to cross a line that would make a difference in their relationship, a line which, when closed, they will not be able to take back. He remembered Gwen’s words about “taking it slow” and almost laughed. Did she have this-–a threesome—in mind when she uttered those words? He almost opened his mouth to ask that very question, but at that precise moment Gwen leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, giving it a swift lick and a kiss on the head.

“I want you to fuck her,” she said simply when she came up.

Desmond did as he was told.

He eased himself on top on Leticia who was already fingering herself and pulling on her small, dark wine-colored nipples. Leti gave him a small nod and opened her legs for him. She took his cock and guided it to the opening of her sex.

Desmond groaned as he pushed himself inside Leti. Leticia’s pussy was tight and surprisingly wet, considering that he hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay to arouse her. Then he remembered how aroused Gwen was from watching him kissing Leti. The girls got off on watching one another. Exhilaration made his body tremble. The feeling was all-encompassing, and a totally new high.

He thrust inside Leti’s opening, feeling her inner muscles relax around his shaft. Gwen caressed his back with her fingernails; the sensation sent pleasurable shivers through his body, directly to his groin. At the nape of his neck he felt Gwen’s mouth placing kisses, which continued in a trail down toward his shoulders. Gwen then slid toward Leti, kissing her small, perky breasts before moving up to her plump mouth. Seeing Gwen kiss Leti sent Desmond toward the top of the precipice. He stopped, drawing breath into his lungs. The sensation was almost too much. Gwen turned her head, her eyes searching him.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

She took his head in her hands and kissed him to reassure him that he was doing the right thing. Their tongues danced together, entwined, fought and then she sucked his into her mouth. Tremors shook his body at the delicious feeling and he began moving again inside Leti. Gwen’s kiss excited him to no end. Gwen urged him on with kisses on his shoulder and scratches on his back, and when Leti told him she was coming, he crossed the edge with her.

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His Reign – Paranormal Menage Romance out at Amazon

His Reign

 

Destiny for the Opeth Pack wolves overrides want as Józsi returns to Hungary to save the lovers he’d left behind from their mad Alpha.

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Chapter One

 

Ten Years Later.

 

It never snowed this early in Texas. Especially not in November in Houston. Still, looking out of the window onto the streets of downtown Houston, Józsi saw the snow fall. The faint idea that there would be a lot of people finding out that a cold winter actually did not mean shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt amused him.

Unless you were lupine. Then you simply didn’t give a fuck about the weather.

Nothing in the States could compare to the harsh winters in any Eastern European country.

Józsi inhaled sharply and cold air from the open window filled his lungs. Picking up his glass of Hungarian red wine, he took a long slow sip and sighed. The warm liquid slid down his throat but didn’t have the same warming effect as the brandy he’d had the night before.

Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the soft leather recliner and picked up the cigar he’d just lit. He took a draw and exhaled, filing the room with the scent of tobacco, cocoa, and smoke. The scent reminded him of growing up in Hungary. He smoked the same cigars his father smoked, Proprio. Drank the same red wine his father did. And ultimately ended up the same way his father did.

Alone.

Oh, Józsi could get the girl if he wanted.

He’d had plenty of opportunities growing up in Hungary amongst the wolves, and even more when he’d moved to Texas. American women were infatuated with his strong jaw, soft yet masculine accent, and the way he carried himself. Women constantly asked if they could run their fingers through his long, dark hair, sighing blissfully when their fingers ran over strong, broad shoulders. He’d simply fluttered thick, dark lashes at them, smiled and laughed a rich, masculine sound that he knew made blood pool below a woman’s stomach.

Sometimes, they’d just look into his eyes and swoon. He knew there was intensity in his gaze, which was evident in his dark blue irises. There was only one who was not affected by him at all. But that didn’t matter.

A knock at the door forced Józsi’s attention from his memory.

Checking his watch, he noted it was only just after six pm. He took a puff on his cigar and set it down in the large, dark cigar ashtray. Walking to the door, he looked through the peephole and sighed. The scent of another wolf always made him anxious.

“I know you’re home,” the female voice yelled. “Let me in, it’s fucking cold out here!”

Józsi groaned. It had to be her. Of course it did.

Opening the door, Lukina stood before him, dressed in her usual white cloak. Red curls spilled out from beneath her white stocking cap, framing her doll-like face.

He hadn’t seen her in ten years. The memory of leaving her and Ilona all those years ago came crashing back into his mind followed by images of the last few times he’d been back to Hungary. Not because he was homesick, mind. Nor had his trip had anything to do with the love he had for both Lukina and Ilona. He’d thrown that away years ago when he left them.

He returned merely to keep tabs on things he found himself unable to feel otherwise. Distance wasn’t a problem for reading auras but without practice his skill set became less than what it was.

He shrugged the memories off. This was no time for memories from the past.

His gaze finally really examining her, Lukina stole his breathe.

She pushed her way past him and headed straight for his recliner.

He frowned. “How did you find me?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “I had a little help from our bond through the witch. And I did some digging on my own—”

God damn it. The pack witch must have returned and resumed her former position by now. She’d left for the same reason he had. No desire to deal with Prophecy. Her bond with all the wolves made it easier for her to keep tabs on them wherever they were. Józsi hated that shit because it meant things like Lukina showing up could happen without difficulty. He never could truly hide from the world he wanted to escape. Still, he wasn’t about to have Lukina stalking through his apartment like she owned everything. Józsi moved toward her and cut her off. “What the hell are you doing?”

Turning perfectly plump lips down in a frown, she sat down. Lukina picked up his glass of wine and took a drink. “I needed that.”

Growling low, he set his hands on his hips. “Aren’t you still underage?”

She wiped her mouth and smirked. “Does it matter with wolves?”

It didn’t. Wolf custom and age ran differently than human standards. Józsi sighed. “What do you want?”

She lifted the wine glass to her lips and peered over the rim, her blue eyes sparkling with interest. “I can’t pay my favorite pack mate and obsession a visit?”

Tilting his chin down, he glared at her. “No. When you show up it usually means something is wrong. Spill it.”

Looking up, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re no any fun anymore, Józsi. What happened?”

He turned away from her. Reaching for the bottle on the table beside him, he picked it up and retrieved another glass. Filling it with wine, he took another drink. Swirling the liquid around the bowl, he returned his gaze to Lukina. She was so tiny, so petite, it was a wonder that she hadn’t been killed off as a baby.

He’d never tell her that he admired her courage.

Swirling the glass around in her hands, she looked down for a moment. Speaking low, the words came loud anyway. “Anyway, you’re needed back in Budapest.”

He scoffed, crossed his arms over his chest. “No I’m not.”

Lukina cocked a brow and scowled at him, her tone challenging his. “You don’t even know what for.”

As though he gave a fuck about challenges from other wolves. The only thing that mattered was that he was left alone, as he had been for the last ten years. “It doesn’t matter.” He set his glass down on the marble countertop.

Her head shot up. “Yes, it does. It concerns—“

He shouted, “No, it doesn’t Lukina. I am not needed back there anymore.”

She set her glass down on the table beside her and stood up. Storming across the room, anger glaring in her eyes, she reached out and slapped Józsi.

The sting burned his face and made his head spin. His jaw dropped. It’d been a long time since someone had slapped him like that.

Fire burned in those deep blue eyes of hers. “How dare you turn your back on our lover! Leave the pack, fine. Let Kiba and his bullshit politics burn bridges, fine. But you gave me your word you would never turn your back on us.” Her voice rose in pitch.

His shoulders stiffened. He turned away from her, looked out the window and back at her again. “You were ten years old, Lukina. How was I supposed to know what was going to happen? Or that you’d—“

“Remember? I love you, and I loved you then, but not like Ilona. You were everything to her. You were the one who was not content with Hungary. Or the pack. So,” she said as her voice calmed and she was now in his face– a funny sight, he realized, since he was a good foot and a half taller than she–, “you’ll listen to what I have to say before you make the right choice.” She punched her finger into his chest for emphasis.

Józsi turned his gaze from her and looked out the large window.

Gray skies had grown darker.

Lukina’s small hand cupped the warm spot on his cheek and forced him to face her. “You have to come back. You know I’m right.”

Her voice had gone from angry to soft and pleading. He hated that. It made things so much harder for him.

Growling low, he let the threat between them die. He wasn’t going to play her Alpha or mate. “Fine. What do you need of me?”

She returned to her seat. “First off,” she cleared her throat, “Kiba’s gone insane.”

He shrugged. “This is nothing new. We all knew it would happen one day. His increasing behavioral issues were already causing problems when we were all growing up. It didn’t seem odd to anyone else that he picked random fights and had the crazy possessed look in his eyes. Hell, even his brother Les didn’t appear shocked, sadly. There is no one Alpha enough to take his place?”

She didn’t reply.

He understood the implied silence. “Oh no,” he backed off, “I’m not coming back to fulfill some God damned prophecy to get the pack to Paradise. I swore off prophecies when I moved to Texas.”

“Yes I know.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ll leave all that shit to the now dead Elders.”

He stiffened and gasped. “Now dead? What happened?”

“I told you.” She leaned forward, sipping her wine again. “Kiba went insane. The ones who could fight him lost, the others were killed by hunters.”

Józsi leaned back in his chair. “So be it. Old bastards were nothing but trouble anyway.”

Lukina stood and stalked toward Józsi with that angry look in her eyes. Hand raised, she swung.

He caught her fist this time. She was still cold from outside despite the invisible fur layer and coat, but something else was off.

Heaving a sob, she stepped back and then threw herself onto him, wrapping her tiny arms around his large frame.

He felt wetness on his silk shirt, tears from her. She began crying, sobbing louder. “It’s not fair what they’re asking us to do, Józsi. It’s not fair.”

Józsi wrapped his arms around Lukina and stroked her hair.

She nuzzled closer. He could feel her body was cold. He inhaled her clean rain scent, tangling his fingers in her hair. “What’s going on?” His voice dropped to a bare whisper.

“Kiba’s most recent fits of insanity have provoked others to leave and put fear into the minds of our female wolves who stayed. He’s gone off his rocker and actually abused some of our women.” She sniffled. Backing up, she looked into his eyes.

He saw himself reflected in her beautiful round eyes and wanted to tear his own heart out. Why he had left her and her sister so long ago was beyond him. It had just needed to be done, he quickly rationalized.

He had to ask. “What of Ilona?”

Her sobs grew louder. “Yes, drága.” Dear. “She has been abused by Kiba.”

He ground his teeth loudly. “How did this happen?”

She sniffled and pushed back from his body. Looking into his eyes, she spoke through tears. “She changed her name to honor your journey and Kiba punished her for it. He would not have an American wolf in a Hungarian pack. So he beat her.”

Józsi wanted to growl louder and rip out Kiba’s throat. But he kept his emotions in check. Illogical, emotional outpouring wouldn’t do any good. “He’s old and she cannot be so young anymore. Surely she could defend herself.”

Lukina nodded. “Yeah, she could. The first few times he came to punish her, she had been ready and caught him off guard. But the last time he’d brought a few other rogue wolves and kidnapped her.” Her sobs grew louder once again.

Józsi clenched his fists and looked at the ground, eyes closed. He lifted his head, rubbed a hand down his chin and let out a deep breath.

“We need you to come make things right, Józsi. Please!”

He hated hearing her beg but he stroked her soft hair and whispered, “This is the way of wolves. It truly is survival of the fittest.”

“No!” Lukina burst into hysterics, pounding her fists on Józsi’s back. “No, not like this! This isn’t us against man or nature! It’s insanity at the hands of the Flower Maiden!”

That bitch again. Their supposed goddess whose sole purpose was to guide them toward this ideal of paradise…Józsi scoffed. With Lukina’s outburst, he tried to remain calm despite the storm raging inside of him. “We all knew it would happen someday, Lukina. The prophecy said so. The pack must now make a choice.”

“No, Józsi! It cannot work that way with an insane maniac on the loose. He’ll kill us all. Even our pack witch has left us, leaving us defenseless. Her absence we can deal, with but do you not care for your other mate?”

He turned from her, shook his head. Of course he cared for his two mates, but the triad of him, Lukina and Ilona was nothing more than an experience he’d regretted because of the outcome. Why bother with the painful details? “Why do you both need me?”

“Because Kiba is losing his mind and needs to be stopped. He is causing problems with other packs and will not listen to our Elders or anyone else. And we still rightfully belong to you!”

He’d felt Kiba losing his mind from across the ocean. The weak bond had nagged at him at various times throughout the years, particularly in the winter, but there had been no way for him to be sure since he’d broken off most of his contact with the Moon pack, finally severing ties after his last trip six years ago. “What makes you think I can stop him?”

“Nothing. Ilona and I want out of Hungary. We want to be free again as we were before Kiba.”

Trailing a fingernail over her soft cheek, he wiped away tears. “The man is a fucking psycho. I cannot help you. There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry. ”

Her eyes widened. “But you promised Ilona and me. You promised you’d always defend us, always love us. You promised that someday you’d come back for us.”

“I…I…” His mouth hung open. He had no defense. In truth, he’d given his word at an early age before he’d had all the shit to he had to deal with. He’d sworn before the moon itself to protect them from harm as they were bound to him, and he to them.

He realized now there was no other choice. “Okay.”

Her head tilted to the side and her voice lowered. “You’ll be on the plane tomorrow?”

He sighed heavily. “Tonight.”

Lukina looked into his eyes. “Really?”

He blinked. Seeing desperation in her exhausted expression tore at him. He couldn’t leave his mates alone, even if he wanted to. “Yes. Really.”

Her eyes lit up. “Thank you, drága.” Dear.

Anything for Ilona. “What is her American name now?”

Lukina ran a hand through his dark hair. “She calls herself Meredith.”

Surprised, he shifted his weight and held Lukina closer. “Does anyone actually call her that?”

She nodded. “Yes. She’s grown quite fierce and violent since Kiba lost his mind.”

He sighed heavily. “Has Kiba been talking about finding Paradise again?”

Lukina blinked and wiped away tears that streamed down her cheeks. She sniffled. “Yes. Swears he can find it, and that all of us belong there. Says the way to Paradise has to do with sacrificing certain females of our pack. He’s also been talking about showing humans exactly what we are so they can worship us.”

Paradise. The magical place wolves were said to have been created in, then kicked out of, and granted return only upon fulfilling a prophecy no one knew much about.

Pure bullshit, as far as Józsi was concerned.

He hated that she’d been here ten minutes and already he’d been brought back into pack politics.

“The man was always an old fool, ever since I can remember. Now he’s just slipped further into madness.”

Lukina pulled away from Józsi and returned to his leather recliner. She picked up his cigar and took a puff on it.

He rolled his eyes at her and let her take his cigar.

Finally he tossed her his torch. “It needs to be relit. And since when do you smoke?”

Drága, anything to be close to home again.” She referred to her father and his own. Both men used to smoke cigars while out walking around the castles on the north side of Lake Balaton. She picked up the lighter and lit the end of the cigar, taking a few short puffs before getting a deep breath. Exhaling, she blew out a thick ring of smoke that billowed above her head. “I like the smell of these things.”

“I do too.”

Neither said a word for a few moments. Józsi watched Lukina closely, wondering what exactly was on her mind. She’d loved their homeland, so had Ilona. Could they both really want to live elsewhere when the proper nourishment and environment existed for wolves in Hungary?

He had to suppose so.

Lukina had always been progressive.

She twitched nervously, fiddling with her fingers while sitting in the recliner.

“Why didn’t your sister accompany you here instead of remaining back in Hungary?”

Lukina’s eyes widened. Sorrow crossed her beautiful blue eyes.

Józsi felt like shit for asking, but the question needed to be voiced.

“Because Kiba had been chasing her. I didn’t know what else to do so I came here.”

Naturally. Józsi rubbed his temples, feeling the stress build already. “Where did they last go to?”

She took another puff on the cigar. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t say to me or anyone else who asked, for that matter.”

“I assume this behavior has to do with Prophecy.”

She nodded slowly.

His jaw twitched. “Figures.”

Lukina finished her glass of wine. “Hit me again.”

Józsi filled her glass. He hated asking but needed all the information if he was going to risk his life for his mates. “So, what’s new in this prophecy?”

Lukina took a long sip of her wine and set her glass down. “You’re still the one we’re all betting on who will be Alpha.”

He snorted. Never. He wasn’t cut out for the responsibility of giving others hope only to have it yanked it out from under them like a cheap rug. “As if.”

“Hush.” She clasped her hands together and tilted her chin up. “The witch left us, as I said earlier. She could only translate about half of the texts left by the Elders before they died. Once the pack is structured properly with all the parts are in place, the heavens will supposedly open up and let us into Paradise.”

He frowned. “The idea is pure bullshit at this point. We’ve been on this planet for how many years, and so far have been given what? A witch that left us, an insane wolf who became Alpha, and what of Les?”

She ran a hand through her red curls. Pulling her cloak around her, she sighed. “Les is staying with us but keeping mostly to himself. He made a play for the witch but Marco interfered.”

Les. The young pup once thought of as the loser of the pack. Józsi had heard of him through the grapevine, was aware that the Omega had managed to find himself dumped on American soil and that was the last he heard. “Marco, huh? What happened there?”

Lukina smiled. “Long story short, turns out he and our witch are mates.”

Shock must have registered across Józsi’s face because Lukina’s grin widened.

“Yeah,” she continued. “Surprised me too. But he’s destined as we all are, to fulfill roles in the prophecy. Just as it is writ, it has been fulfilled.”

“I want no part in it.”

“Fine.” She reached for her glass. “We hear you. I just want my mate back. And…”

Józsi nodded. “Good. Now that we’re settled with that.” He took back his cigar from Lukina and puffed on it, only to find it had gone out again.

She handed him the torch.

He relit his cigar and inhaled, sucking in the opulent creaminess of the Ecuadorian cigar before blowing out a huge cloud of smoke. “It’s time for bed.”

She stirred in the leather chair, caressing his thigh with her foot.

The gesture made him hard. It also annoyed him. He looked down at her, seeing her through her mass of red curls to see her beautiful round face. She’d developed hard lines from age and hardship, no doubt. But she still looked as beautiful as the day he met her.

That memory was one he’d keep buried.

“I’m still sober.” She thrust her empty glass in his direction.

Sighing, he poured another glass of wine and handed it to Lukina. “Drink up. Get some rest.” Taking a long, slow sip, Józsi finished off the bottle. “We must leave late tonight if we are to return and avoid detection.”

Lukina reached for the glass and took a long sip before setting it in her lap and swirling it around. “Kiba doesn’t know I left. I was out on errands when I made the choice to come find you.”

“Oh.” Józsi swirled his still full glass for distraction. “He knows you’re gone. Through the link our pack shares, weak as it is, I’m also sure he knows that you’ve found me. I’m sure he’ll have something waiting for us.”

She sighed. “Is there nothing we can do?”

He met her gaze, and saw his anger reflected in her beautiful eyes. “Get some rest. I’ll handle this.”

Lukina nodded. “I’ll help. I want to.”

He cocked his head slightly. “You’re just out to further annoy me, aren’t you?”

She stuck her tongue out.

The offer of help was definitely heartfelt, yet he remained determined to keep her from danger. “You need me to. You don’t remember the lands, I’m sure.”

He growled low again. Lukina was right. He hadn’t remembered most of the land or the way to where their pack called home. He’d left that information behind when he came to America.

It only took several years and for him to stop visiting…

Lukina slid down the leather chair and onto the floor before she leaned against his knees, resting her head on his thigh. “How have you managed avoiding discovery of what we are here?”

“I live in a large city. People here in Houston are too busy with the mundane dealings in their lives to notice what’s right in front of them.”

“So you hide out in the obvious.”

He nodded.

“Come on, let’s go to bed. There’s room for you.” He sighed heavily. He did not want to revert back to pack habits of sleeping huddled up. But the sight of Lukina’s body and the warmth she’d provide him with was something he’d missed anyway. If he could only get Ilona out of his mind.

He stood and walked down the short hall to his bedroom.

Lukina slid off the chair and followed behind him.

“Why did you leave us, drága?” Dear.

Walking to his bedroom, Józsi peeled off his shirt and turned to face Lukina.

Grinning, she licked her lips.

He tossed his shirt aside and turned away. “Because I don’t take orders very well. And I hated hearing all the bullshit about the prophecy.”

“You do know,” she said as she dropped her cloak behind her and stepped out of her pants, “that our witch is pregnant with our future ruler, right?”

Glaring at Lukina, Józsi reached into the top drawer of his dresser and found a pair of sweatpants. “Here. You are not at home, so you will sleep clothed.”

She frowned. “I could put you in the mood, you know.”

Damn right she could, but it wouldn’t be right. Not after ten years of absence and not without their third. Józsi glared at her.

She spoke in a sweet, singsong manner. “It’ll be our first time.”

Józsi continued ignoring the fire beginning to heat his body. “And I don’t care what the witch’s business is. It’s none of mine.”

“It’s Marco’s baby.”

His jaw twitched.

Marco was a troublemaker. Several years younger than Józsi, Marco was always stirring things up and causing mischief. “So the little bastard settled down finally?”

She nodded. “He nearly killed Les.”

Józsi did well to hide his surprise there. It also figured that he’d end up with a softhearted witch.

Józsi handed Lukina the top he’d picked out for her. It was oversized as well, dwarfing her. “You’ll get used to clothes.” He threw on a tank and shorts and climbed into bed.

Lukina climbed in beside him, facing him. She wore a pout on her face. “I’ve gotten used to seeing you and your large muscled body very easily.” Her voice dropped another hitch.

She was cold compared to him. Snuggling closer to him, she wrapped an arm around his waist.

He let out an exasperated breath and rolled away from her. Closing his eyes, he felt her arm snake around his waist. Józsi pushed her away and lay on his stomach. After a few minutes, he heard her breathing settle into a slow rhythm. When he was certain she was asleep, he finally closed his eyes.

Her fingers found his and interlocked. “I need this…

The warmth felt so comforting. He hadn’t felt this feeling in years and it seemed he needed it too, even if she would be naked and tangled around him in the morning because instinctively, he’d strip off his clothes and revert back to pack mentality of cuddling for warmth.

 

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New #Cover #Art for my upcoming @DecadentPub #Romance

Just turned in the last round of edits (hopefully) for Paula’s Craving.  The story now pops closer to what I wanted from the original version I wrote almost 20 years ago.  I think with the tightened blurb and tag line it’s going to be that much better a story for my readers both old and new.  We’ve pushed some emotional boundaries, I’ve certainly pushed some writing boundaries with this story.

New Cover Art for my upcoming Decadent Publishing Release

New Cover Art for my upcoming Decadent Publishing Release

In the meantime, here’s the blurb and an excerpt:

After a wild night of passion with the man who captured her heart in high school, Paula wakes up to find Ryan gone from her bed and, seemingly, her life. Her heart knows the truth, they’re meant to be together, and she’ll use any means necessary to find him.

Ryan thrust himself into his work to escape the hell of his childhood, but when he ran into his high school crush, Paula, sparks flew. Yet doubt crept in and he fled, shaken as he realized his love for her.

Will Ryan give in to Paula’s craving or forever remain alone?

EXCERPT:

Paula wrapped her legs around Ryan’s hips, enjoying the friction of him pistoning inside her.  His body blanketed hers.  When he dipped his head down to claim her mouth, she tasted whiskey, smelled the heady, masculine scent mixed with the aroma of their love making.

Trailing kisses down her chin, Ryan nibbled over her flesh, making each nerve stand and beg for his attention.

She tightened her thighs, gripped his broad shoulders and let him fill her to the brim repeatedly while he caressed a breast.

He pinched and drew a nipple into his mouth, forcing a moan from her.

She arched upward, loving the slick action of his lips and the flick of his tongue over her nipple.

He caressed her hips, glided in and out, rocking against her so he hit her clit just the right way.

Tightness swelled in her belly; every bit of her burned for him. She tangled fingers in his long blond hair and tried to bring his mouth to hers.

He murmured something against her then licked a trail of heat up her chest, her collarbone before finally stopping at her ear.

“Baby, I’m so glad.” Her chest heaved with each word. “Finally!”

Ryan stopped mid thrust, stiffened against her and jerked his head up.

“What?” She opened her eyes and met his gaze, found the fierceness and some other emotion in the depths of his blue irises.

The mask returned to his face and Ryan started moving rhythmically.

Paula’s breath hitched and she dug her nails into his arms. Moving her hands jerkily down his arms, until she reached his waist, she clenched onto him, urging him to thrust harder.

“So close.” She threw her head back. “So close. Come with me, Ryan. Come with me!”

He took advantage of her open mouth and captured her lips, thrusting his tongue at the same speed as his cock.

Every movement seemed to be for her. Hell, even after all this time apart, she swore they fit together perfectly.

She clawed at him, urging him toward release.

He impaled her once more, sending her over the edge.

Paula stiffened, moaning his name while caressing Ryan’s large frame. “Come, baby!”

~~~Coming Soon from Decadent Publishing

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Guest Post – Kayelle Allen – Keeper of My Pleasure

komp200x329Guest Post by the talented Kayelle Allen

Why did I write a male submission story? It’s a genre I enjoy reading but can never find. My character, Koo Ayakura, is no weakling. He plays sports. He’s a college graduate. He can handle anything his mistress throws his way, with grace and with strength. There is nothing weak about a submissive partner. The sub must be able to trust the dominant, and that is not an easy thing to do. A good D/s relationship might be one of the hardest things to maintain. It requires constant adjustment, and the willingness to change. There must be trust between the partners, and that only comes after proving worth, because trust without reason for it is nothing more than hope.

Keeper of My Pleasure
By Kayelle Allen

Rai trusts Koo to submit. To keep him, she must trust her heart.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

This book is in the Taboo line — one of the Ellora’s Cave Quickies

 

A recent college graduate, Koo hires Rai as his attorney after thieves total his car and then dare to sue him. She wins, and takes him out to celebrate. Dinner leads to the hottest sex in his life, and a long-term relationship as her submissive. He adores the way she makes him feel, and the way she makes him burn. He longs to show her he has more to offer. He has a heart, and it’s hers, if only she’ll let him give it.

A successful attorney in her late thirties, Rai has a penchant for handsome young men with long hair. Koo, her newest client, becomes more than her usual boy toy. He likes being tied up and whipped, and he yields the way she’d always dreamed. But he has a future ahead of him, and she’s a jaded lawyer. He wants sex, not love. Right? He wouldn’t stay with her forever. She trusts him to submit. To keep Koo, Rai is going to have trust her heart.

 

Inside Scoop: Our hero willingly submits to his Dom lady love and all her toys in their BDSM play, including whips and bindings and more.

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Word count: 7170

Genre: BDSM Romance

ISBN: 9781419946592

Author: Kayelle Allen

Editor: Victoria Reese

Cover art: Ellora’s Cave

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Trailer for Keeper of My Pleasure http://youtu.be/pXmsf8gb6DI

Music is “Road Adventure” from iStockPhoto, used with permission.

 

Inside Peek: Keeper of My Pleasure This free, illustrated eBook provides insight about the book, its characters, and its creation. When you click the link, it will either offer you a download, or open in a new window, depending on your settings. To read it, you need Adobe Reader, available free. http://is.gd/meet_Rai_and_Koo

 

About the Author

Kayelle Allen is a multi-published, EPIC Award winning author. She writes Contemporary Romance, Gay Romance, Erotic Science Fiction Romance, Mainstream Fantasy, BDSM, and non-fiction. She likes to attend Science Fiction conventions, and has been a speaker at DragonCon, Outlantacon, and Gaylaxicon. Kayelle is the founder of the author-mentoring group Marketing for Romance Writers, and manages the successful Romance Lives Forever blog. She is a US Navy Veteran, and founded the graphics and eBook conversion company The Author’s Secret. Kayelle is married to her personal hero, and makes her home in the southeast.

Homeworld http://kayelleallen.com
Unstoppable Heroes Blog http://kayelleallen.blogspot.com
Twitter http://twitter.com/kayelleallen
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Marketing for Romance Writers http://marketingforromancewriters.org/
The Author’s Secret http://theauthorssecret.com

 

Never Ending Blog Tour

By Sascha Illyvich

By Sascha Illyvich

LOL!  Quite a funny thing happened when I started talking to bloggers.  Turns out, they’d LOVE to have me on their blogs so we’re doing a huge roundup and exposing what is….the Bad Boy of Romance to a larger audience.  The way I see it, the more the merrier LOL!

We’ll be talking about my 1NS books from Decadent Publishing, along with the mainstream erotic romance I’m currently going over edits for, sharing excerpts from that, my Sizzler releases and of course ENDANGERED out from Red Sage in the summer of 2014.

I think there’s a few giveaways too so you’ll want to make sure you peep the schedule often and comment.  I can’t give away books to empty entries!

So far the schedule looks like this: (Post updated as I get links)

July 8th – Heather Long
July 15- Desiree Holt
July 16 – Jessica Subject’s Mark of the Stars
July 18th – Ditterverse
July 23rd Decadent EDGE blog – The Allure of Menage!
July 26th – The Book Tart
July 27th – Deneale’s Blog!
July 29th – Decadent 1NS Blog
July 29 – Ashlyn Monroe
August 2nd – Jessica Subject
August 5th – Tara Lain’s place
August 8th – Susan Johnson (Talking  Paranormal Romance)
August 10th – Tina Donahue‘s place
August 15th – Desmond Haas
August 20th – Cerise Deland
September 9th  – The Writers Challenge
September 17th – Cindy Spencer Pape’s slot for Naughty Author Chicks!
October 8th – Nine Naughty Novelists (Pushing ENDANGERED and Torn to Pieces
October 12th – Romance Junkies
December 2nd – Jessica Subject (she REALLY likes me!)
December 4th – Liz Crowe

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Surrender to Love – a short blog update

Livia’s guest post on Heather Long’s blog gave us some insight into the mind of the female dominant, basically from a lessons’ learned perspective and was  a lot of fun to see, wasn’t it?  I hope I’ve converted a few new readers!  You’re going to be seeing a lot more of Livia, Bruce, Siddella and others from my Decadent books online as we start off an unofficial blog tour over the coming months.

I’m looking forward to sharing with you all!

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