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Cover for Raining KissesUntil then, enjoy this excerpt with the new cover art for Raining Kisses!  Book TWO of the Opeth Pack Saga

Nicholaus mused over how badly some people drove down Central Avenue late at night. Odd that some people were dumb enough to not show good driving skills, knowing the cops in Albuquerque were such fascists about the dumbest things like slightly overshooting a left turn. Even if the wind was blowing hard enough to make driving difficult, which it was tonight, the cops would still pull someone over if they even thought the driver was under the influence.

Thankfully, Nicholaus didn’t have to worry about that problem right now. It took wolves much longer to get drunk.

Watching passing cars drive down Central Avenue was amusing to him. Standing on the balcony of his loft, he puffed on a large cigar, sending clouds of smoke billowing towards the somewhat cloudy sky. Another deep draw sent more smoke off towards the Hyatt Hotels, blurring the red and green lights atop the multi-story towers.

Nicholaus pulled his leather jacket tighter around broad shoulders. He pulled his ponytail free of his collar. Running long fingers through thick hair, he readjusted his ponytail and let it sweep over his slender waist.

A few people walked by, couples sometimes, sometimes groups. Talking, holding hands, laughing or acting drunk, they were all the same to him.

Stupid humans.

Well, most of them. Occasionally he spotted a lone wolf walking down the street, heading towards the nearly hundred fifty bars located in downtown, most of which resided off Central.

In another hour, dancing would be starting at The Library with the girls and their lovely short plaid schoolgirl skirts. The Coliseum, kitty corner from his loft, had just turned on their lights announcing they were open for the younger, more urban crowd.

How he missed those days, chasing the young skirts, barely old enough to get into a club, let alone buy alcohol. He’d had his share of women hit on him. Alas, he’d turned most of them down, even the ones who practically threw themselves at him. Every once in a while, there had been another wolf who came along, scenting his arousal, hoping she would find a mate. It had been hard shooting down so many beautiful women, but somehow, he’d managed. He felt too old to be fucking everything that moved and had breasts.

Looking out his balcony, he swore he saw two familiar faces. He leaned his large body over the metal railing and long strands of dark hair fell over his face. He caught sight of a pretty redhead dressed in a white cloak. Her companion, slightly taller with darker red hair, wore form fitting jeans that made her ass look oh so delectable. The first woman wore boots and black jeans and had a young face. The other woman’s tight shirt hugged glorious round breasts snugly, showing some cleavage.

He swore he knew those two—wolves?

“Lukina?” He whispered the word silently.

His breath hitched in his throat. The other wolf…Katarina?

Puffing on his cigar, he blew two thick clouds of smoke down towards the street before stepping back from the edge of the balcony, hoping he hadn’t been seen or scented.

The last thing he wanted to do tonight was revisit an old wound.

He took another long drag from his cigar and set it down on the ash tray, exhaling another large cloud of smoke that circled above his head. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the glass of beer he’d poured and took a long sip, finishing the drink. It was time for bed anyway.

Hell, he wondered what the fuck Lukina and Katarina were doing in New Mexico anyway. Last he’d heard, Lukina and Ilona, the two main pack healers, had found the new pack Alpha.

The poor bastard in charge would soon regret his decision. His destiny apparently was to lead the pack to a heaven that didn’t exist.

Slowly he backed away from the balcony and walked into the warmth of his loft.

He shut the glass door, locked it, and went to the bedroom space. While he undressed and pulled back the sheets on his oversized bed his stomach started to sink. Something was up.

Goddamnit.

Stripping, Nicholaus crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head. He didn’t want to deal with whatever was coming his way, even if she was full figured and had lips like velvet. And damnit, Lukina was with her too. That was never a good sign.

He remembered the last time he’d seen Katarina and closed his eyes with the memories. She was hugging Krystyna, their other lover, tightly. Tears were streaming down both their faces while they waved goodbye to him and begged him not to leave Hungary.

Sighing heavily, he recalled the day after he’d boarded the plane to America. Having to hear more prophetic bullshit from their current Alpha, who happened to be losing his mind; was enough to make anyone want to leave the pack.

The looks on others’ faces when he walked down the dirt streets filled him with trepidation he had no desire to deal with.

After killing Katarina’s brother and father and blacking out, he realized the graveness of his nature. Since then, he’d refused to kill again. Swore the awakening of his true nature was more dangerous to his loved ones and the world at large.

He hated himself for wishing they would forget him. He drove him mad to think he could forget his wolf nature but he despised himself as a wolf. At least the humans didn’t have the pull of murder.

Yeah, they killed. Sure, there were numerous hopeless cases out there but the majority of humans he’d come in contact with seemed decent.

Unable to stand how the only true love he’d ever received came from them. Even now, ten years later, it burned him to think of how he’d rejected their love by leaving Hungary and the pack.

“Oh well.” He sighed heavily and rolled over to one side. Fluffing his pillow, he rested his head on it and prayed for dreamless sleep.

* * * *

Jarred from sleep by a loud knocking sound at his door, Nicholaus shouted, “All right damnit! I’m coming!”

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Nicholaus padded towards the door. He remembered who he’d seen earlier and his stomach sank. He did not need a visit from Lukina or Katarina.

Especially Katarina.

Slipping his robe over his shoulders, he belted it and brushed long strands of his hair out of his face. A quick glance at the clock told him it was well after two a.m. Hell, he sniffed feminine scents and alcohol from the door. Shit. He didn’t have time to fully open the door before he was assaulted by a pair of tiny arms and a flurry of hair.

“Nicholaus!”

Caught off balance, he stumbled a few steps back; Lukina wrapped her arms around his frame before he could catch himself against the wall. “Lukina, what brings you and,” he glanced at Katarina and narrowed his eyes, “her here at this hour?”

Lukina pulled away and looked up at him with a smile. Her ruby red lips were kissable; the bastard who loved her was certainly blessed. “We thought we’d visit our favorite missing pack brother.”

“Bullshit, Lukina. Whenever you show up, something is always wrong. You always have bad news. What do you want?”

She let go and stepped back, raising her chin to meet his gaze. Deep ocean blue eyes held an angry stare. “I’m not fond of being the messenger, but it’s what I am apparently at the moment. Also, I don’t bring bad news. I bring—”

He cleared his throat. “Don’t say it. Prophecy, right?”

She nodded. “I am not fond of how the universe has chosen to send messages, but it’s the way things work. Like Józsi, and Marco before him, deal with it.”

Les’s words still rang true. He’d set shit in motion, apparently. She could be so grown up at times that it was almost irritating. “And Katarina?”

Moving strands of hair out of her face, she looked up. Her pout said it all, she was still angry with him. Her features had filled out nicely, he noted as she rubbed her arms together, covering taut nipples beneath her blouse. “I am not here of my own volition. I wouldn’t have come here if she hadn’t insisted.”

He nodded. “I understand.” His heart ached at the thought that she didn’t want to see him as much as he wanted to see her.

Lukina shoved her way past Nicholaus with a force that bumped him into the wall with oomph.

“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?” he straightened his shoulders and stalked after her.

She looked over her shoulder and glared. “Letting myself in, since you’re such a rude host.”

He put his hand to his forehead. “I wouldn’t be a rude host if I had known to expect company.”

“You did know. We smelled your cigars earlier.”

He swallowed hard. “Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath. “What do you want?”

“We need you to come home,” Lukina started to speak, but Katarina’s hand went over her mouth. “We have a situation.”

A shudder raced through him but he managed to keep his voice even. “What? Tell me what’s going on, Katarina.”

She met his stare with wide eyes. Standing before him reminded him how good she looked with her chest nearly busting out of her black top. Long red hair had been pulled back out of her face, but tears formed in the pools of her beautiful green eyes. She shivered and hugged herself.

When she wouldn’t respond, he grabbed his former mate by the elbow and tugged her inside, urging Lukina to follow. “Get in here, both of you.” He shut the door and watched Katarina’s expression.

She stopped, stared down the white walled corridor that banked off to the left, then back out the window in front of her. She wasn’t tracking, clearly.

The heater kicked on, a low rumble that startled Katarina. She looked up at the huge vents and aluminum piping overhead.

“Heater, drágám.” He pointed up at the large silver vent.

She nodded.

“Got anything to drink?” Lukina pushed past them and headed toward the living area.

Nicholaus shifted his gaze on Lukina. “You’re not old enough to drink, little girl. Not in this country, nor among the humans.”

Her boots stopped and echoed on the concrete floor. She looked over her shoulder, glared at him and then strode down the hall. “We don’t and have never abided by their laws, remember? Or have you lived among them too long and forgotten our ways?”

Ouch. He sighed heavily. “There’s an open bottle of port on the counter. Bring three glasses.”

Lukina sauntered around the corner toward the kitchen, leaving Nicholaus alone with Katarina in the long hallway.

Musk and earth wafted over his nose, along with the keen smell of wolf hovering just below the surface of her smooth, dark skin. How she managed to hide the extra magic she possessed amazed him. He wondered if she’d come into her full power yet. By the scent of her aura, he’d guessed she hadn’t.

He stared into her eyes, searched their depths and wanted to beg her forgiveness instantly. In a second, he shut the thought down and forced himself to refocus his energy and thoughts on why they were here.

In the twinkle of her eyes, he swore he saw tears forming. Yet she met his stare once again with an upturned chin, before turning around, glancing at the floor and walking away.

Nicholaus let out a harsh breath, pulled her into his arms and held her head against his chest.

Slowly, Katarina wrapped her arms around him and let her hands search out for comfort.

Fingers caressed his skin and sent a tremor through him. He looked down, kissed the top of her head gently. Her skin shouldn’t have been this cold, her inner wolf should have given her plenty of body heat. She hadn’t fed. “Hug me, szerető.

Her grip around him tightened until she was flush with him. Her head nestled in the crook of his neck.

Slowly, Nicholaus caressed her hair, tugged at the braid of silken smoothness. Suddenly, his nose picked up the sweet, earthen scents of Hungary.

Of home.

Warm tears fell on his shoulder.

Drágám, what’s wrong?”

“Get me that drink and we’ll talk.” She spoke low into his shoulder, her words vibrating along his skin. Even in tears, her voice caressed his ears like a siren song.

Igen.” He helped her around the corner, down the hallway, and sat her down on his leather couch against a wall with large windows that overlooked 6th Street.

She turned around, looking out through the wall of windows before her gaze returned to him. Katarina sniffled, wiped her nose with the back of her sleeve and set her hands down in her lap. “The mountains off in the distance are nice. This is some view you have.”

He nodded. “Indeed.”

Lukina joined them and handed them both glasses filled with port.

Nicholaus took his glass, sniffed it and inhaled the aromas of dark berry, raisin and tobacco. After only a sip, he set his glass down on the table beside the couch. “Will this help your nerves?”

Katarina looked at Lukina.

Lukina nodded and took a sip of port. “It’s safe here.”

Katarina nodded again, tentatively picked up her glass and looked at the dark red alcohol. Bringing the glass to her lips, she downed the entire contents in one shot. “Another, please.”

“Okay.” Lukina took her glass and refilled it. She looked up at Nicholaus, “We have business to discuss, Nicholaus.”

He moved closer to Katarina, aware of her free hand now in his and how tight she gripped him. “I gathered that. Is this going to be a really long night? It’s already after two AM.’”

“Well,” Lukina paused, took another sip and then set her glass on the glass coffee table. “It depends.”

He sighed, arched a brow in irritation. When Lukina showed up, he’d heard she’d become the new pack messenger. That usually meant terrible things were on the way. While he’d not maintained contact with anyone from the Opeth pack, he’d still been informed of goings on through the mental pathways where words traveled with less restriction. “On what?”

“On whether you decide to help us or not.” Lukina’s stare pierced through any hope he had for a short and simple resolution.

“Of course,” Nicholaus finished his glass and handed it to Lukina. “Refill it.” Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he looked down at the hand in his, let his gaze travel up her arm and stopped at her face. Tears silently slid down her cheeks from dark green eyes, making him ache to kiss those tears away like he had so many times in the past.

He shook the thought off. This was a new land and he was not pack.

Lukina acknowledged him, refilled all three glasses then planted herself in the chair beside the couch. “You’ll want to sit for this.”

He shook his head, “I prefer to stand, thank you.” At least he did until he’d glanced at Katarina’s sad, desperate eyes. “Okay, I’ll have a seat beside Katarina.”

Nicholaus moved a pillow, plopped down beside Katarina. Reluctantly, he threw his arm around her. When she didn’t flinch at the contact, he pulled her closer. Found her body temperature warming slightly, probably from the alcohol.

As upset as he was for having been interrupted, he couldn’t help himself. Snuggling closer to Katarina seemed natural, save for the absence of Krystyna on his other side as the third in their supposedly undying bond. “What’s so important?”

Lukina crossed her legs, looked back toward the mountains in the distance. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” She reached for her port.

Gritting his teeth, Nicholaus leaned forward. “While I don’t mind the interruption of former pack mates, I do mind losing sleep. So you’d better start telling me why you’re both here.”

Katarina began sobbing into his shoulder.

Smoothing a hand down her back, he pulled her tighter to him, holding her and rocking her back and forth gently just like he used to do when they were younger.

Her tears pooled on his shoulder. He used the cloth of the robe to gently wipe away her tears, then pushed her back and looked into her large, round eyes. It hit him then. “Where is Krystyna?” Another pack healer, she shared in the triad that should have included Nicholaus and Katarina before he left.

Lukina lifted her head, “You know we have a new Alpha.”

“Yes. And?”

“Józsi took over after he’d killed Kiba. The necessity of his ascending to the rank of Alpha is predicating Prophecy is coming true, despite some stubborn males,” she almost spat the last two words out, “desire to avoid responsibility.”

He lowered his gaze. “I could care less about prophecy. Where is Krystyna?”

“Prophecy has dictated that Józsi would rule our pack for a time until his rule has passed. In such time, we would have great enemies.”

He narrowed his focus to just Lukina, glaring sharp daggers at her. She clearly wanted to remind him of duties he shirked years ago and nothing more. The least she could do was answer his question. “Again,” his impatience ran thin by now, “You’re quoting bullshit nobody need bother me with. Where. Is. Krys?”

“She’s been kidnapped.” Katarina blurted the words out, then began to sob.

Nicholaus stiffened and felt his blood turn cold. “What? How the hell could that be? She’s a strong warrior and can fend off any attackers. Who did this and who let this happen?”

Katarina sobbed louder and fell forward into his lap.

“Son of a bitch…” Nicholaus shifted his weight on the couch so he lay against the arm. He pulled Katarina into his embrace, stroked her sides and arms in an attempt to calm her.

She rested her head against his stomach and wrapped both arms around him while his robe muted her cries.

Nicholaus ran his fingers through her long dark red hair. He massaged her scalp, tried to send calming energy into her but found himself unable, probably from exhaustion. Of course he hadn’t had to use much energy since he’d been in the States.

No need when you rarely went out other than to function as a human and occasionally as a wolf.

Of course his body couldn’t ignore the fact that her head was by his hardening groin. Of course he’d felt the throes of lust the second he’d spotted her earlier but he’d refused to acknowledge them, preferring to retire alone with his hand for the night.

Her nails dug into his bicep, bringing him back to the matter at hand.

“You did,” Lukina glared back at him, daggers in her gaze.

He stiffened. “Little girl—”

Lukina loomed forward, hard to do for such a little girl compared to Nicholaus, but she still could cut down a grown man with her sharp tongue. “No, you left, you bastard. You left your mates to die at the hands of a murderous Alpha just like my bastard mate did before we recovered him.” Lukian’s voice rose in pitch, indicative of her infamous temper.

Nicholaus’s jaw set. Yes, her seething expression put him off but he couldn’t be bothered with that. The first course of action was to figure out who kidnapped Katarina’s lover. “Skip the past bullshit, woman. Who took her?”

He tried again to ease Katarina’s sorrow but found himself lacking in the energy department. The heat in the room rose along with Lukina’s seething expression.

“The males of this pack are fucking stupid.” She cocked her hand back to toss the glass toward the island in his kitchen.

Before he clenched his fists, Katarina lifted her head.

In an instant, the air calmed, Lukina’s energy waned and things returned to normal.

Surely this was Katarina’s healing power.

“I’m sorry,” Lukina drew out a sigh. “I’m just so frustrated.” She closed her eyes, let her shoulders relax, then faced Nicholaus. “A rival pack is waging war against us, Nicholaus. They’re trying to throw the Hungarian wolves out of our lands. They’ve succeeded already by overtaking a few of the smaller packs on the outskirts of the country and have decided to move inward.”

“Do you know who is leading them?”

She shook her head. “No, not a clue. We know it’s a bunch of Turkish wolves and that the night I left to come back for Józsi and Ilona, they ransacked the village Krystyna was healing in. They kidnapped her and a few others who were loyal to Kiba.”

“Kiba’s dead now. It shouldn’t matter.” He rubbed his chin and breathed out a sigh.

“Right. But we’re a new pack now with Józsi coming into his true position.”

Nicholaus rubbed his chin, “So what now?”

“We need you to come back with us and assume your position beside Józsi.”

The blood in his veins turned to ice. He stiffened, jerked back against the couch and felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “I don’t understand. You can’t mean…”

No. Not again. That was not the fate he’d had in mind for himself. Quiet retirement among the humans suited him better than being the one responsible for more blood being spilled.

“You have a gift. You used it to protect your lovers once. You can—”

“I used it to protect them but I had to deal with the aftermath and fall out. Do you know what it’s like being an outcast? Because you did what supposedly came natural to you? We’re killers and aggressors, Lukina. That is our nature.”

“And we’re pack mates and a family. That is also our nature.”

Katarina’s words stunned him into silence.

“You don’t have to,” she sniffled, “If you don’t want to but…”

He didn’t want to hear this shit. Not after what Lukina was asking of him.

“You don’t have to come back and slaughter an entire hoard, that’s what I’m saying,” Lukina cut into his thoughts. “We need all the males we can get to help. Józsi as Alpha is doing the best he can but he’s only helping us build and rather resources while we still go out and find the lost members of this pack. Some of you didn’t leave by choice.”

“You say that as though my leaving was a bad thing.”

Lukina glared.

He looked away, turning his gaze on the mountains in the distance. At this hour, the urban hip hop club was shut down and their neon blue lights had been cut off. Street lights remained the only way humans could see. His wolf’s vision trumped humans and allowed him to see into the mountains. He sighed, unable to fathom the consequences of what Lukina asked of him.

“Has the pack not solidified under Józsi’s rule to become a force again?”

Lukina shook her head. “He’s having trouble adjusting, going through mood swings, addictions, time differences and relearning the cycle of what it means to be a wolf. Something some of us will never forget.”

He didn’t miss the bite of her words. Nicholaus narrowed his eyes. “Go on.”

“So yes, we have a new, non-crazy Alpha but he acts erratically sometimes. No, before you ask, he’s not sick. He’s not adjusting well.”

“Józsi never wanted the position of pack alpha.”

“No. But he can’t fight fate.” Katarina lifted her head again and met Nicholaus’s gaze. Her green eyes burned with desperation, pleading him to ask more questions.

“No,” he sighed heavily, rested a hand on the back of Katarina’s head, “I suppose no one can in the end, can they?”

She shook her head. “It’s all you have to do. Come home. No one is asking you to use your gift, just give us one more able body in search of Krystyna.”

The syrupy softness in her voice made his heart pound. Imagine that, after all this time.

Not like he’d ever forget.

She batted her eyelashes.

Air fled his lungs at the simple gesture. Yes, she would use her body to pull him, all the women of the pack did that with their true mates. Nicholaus fought the urge to swallow, lest he show fear and renege on his vow to avoid pack politics.

Her hand slithered up his chest, fingers spread.

Warmth flooded his chest, spread throughout each limb, including the one currently cradled beneath her belly and his pants. “This isn’t fair, Katarina.”

“Neither was letting us go, but you did it anyway.”

 

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His Reign – Book One of the Opeth Saga OUT NOW!

HisReignJózsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack.  Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want. 

Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away.  Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates.  Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have.  Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?

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Looking at her, he captured her mouth with his and sucked in her tongue, playing with it, rolling it around his mouth.

Ilona pressed her body to his, fitting nicely against his hardness before drawing a leg around his and rubbing herself against him.

Lukina’s nimble hands encircled his waist, fingers splaying beneath his shirt.

Józsi shuddered beneath her touch. Lukina’s fingers caressed his body, sending signals straight to his cock. He smelled the liquid pooling between two pairs of lips, drew in their scents.

He pulled back from kissing Ilona and dipped his head to kiss Lukina.

Her lips weren’t as plump as Ilona’s, but still juicy, all the same.

Lukina moaned, arching her body into his, her breasts crashing into his side, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding down over his massive shoulders.

He hoped he could keep this up.

Arching her body against his, he felt every inch of Lukina with his hands.

Ilona flicked her tongue over the curve of his ear. She breathed heavily in his ear.

His knees went weak. How could they both feel so good to him? “Oh god!” Words came out as a harsh whisper. He grabbed Ilona by the shoulders and shoved her down to her knees.

She fell to the ground and reached for his zipper.

He jerked away at first.

“Józsi, why?” Ilona looked up at him, her hair matted and her lips open in a pout.

He looked down at her with soft eyes. The image of her sucking his cock surfaced and made his hard cock ache. His heart wondered how he could love them both, if he loved anyone at all. “How can I please both of you at the same time?”

“You need not worry about that.” Lukina spoke first. “Just love us emotionally. The physical stuff will come into play soon enough.”

He didn’t want to believe in the emotional attachment. It had been so long since he’d had an emotional attachment to anyone that he’d almost forgotten how.

It was a struggle between his mind and his heart again. He didn’t know what to do. But he quickly realized it didn’t matter.

Ilona’s hand brushed over his cock and he twitched beneath his pants. She reached for the zipper, slowly tugging it down, down until his cock was free. His cock fell forward, proudly jutting outward.

She wrapped nimble fingers around it and began licking it like a lollipop.

Józsi shuddered, his nerves on edge from her mouth on his cock and Lukina’s tongue in his ear. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, trembles started low in his belly and branched outward to his knees.

He felt Lukina’s fingers tangle in his hair, catching loose strands of hair from his ponytail. She took a handful of hair and tugged his head backward, exposing the chorded muscle of his neck. Licking his neck, she swirled her tongue around in circles.

Sensations shot through his body from both women.

“Let me love you,” Ilona begged, her lips sealing around his cock while she spoke.

“And let me love you too.” Lukina’s mouth latched onto his neck rapaciously.

He couldn’t think. Physical response took over, pushing out all other thoughts. Shoving away the desire to evade the prophecy, the people or the pack. Unadulterated lust consumed him. Compulsion to bury himself inside her warmth drove his actions.

Gripping his cock in one hand, he pulled it from Ilona’s mouth. “Get on the ground,” he commanded in a raspy voice.

Ilona giggled.

In an instant, Lukina moved from his side to Ilona’s.

Ilona sat on the ground, leaning back on her hands, spreading her long legs apart.

Lukina’s mouth sealed over Ilona’s.

Józsi took his cock and pumped himself a few times, feeling the satiny steel erection already slick with precum and Ilona’s saliva. Kneeling beside Ilona, he took her face in his hands and brought his mouth down on hers with fervor. Sinking his tongue between her lips, he embraced the feeling of her hands around his shoulders. Tension escaped him as her fingers massaged his aching muscles.

A second pair of hands found his mane, stroking his hair, comforting him. Setting him at ease. He opened his eyes briefly to see Ilona’s voluptuous body glowing a grayish white color. Warmth filled his veins.

“Take your pants completely off, silly!” Ilona pressed her lips to his chest.

Lukina continued licking his ear, flicking her tongue against the soft skin.

Ilona reached for his cock, gripping him with warm, nimble fingers. She began pumping him.

He arched his body forward and a blissful moan escaped his lips.

Fingers tousled his hair, ran down his chest. Someone reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Discarding his shirt, he watched Lukina’s mouth attach to one nipple.

Ilona’s fingers caressed his chest, starting from his neck and running down his stomach before taking his cock in hand again.

His stomach trembled, tremors racing throughout his body. The pungent scent of both women’s arousal filled his nose, sex heavy in the air.

She gave him a few pumps. “I want this inside me,” she begged.

Unable to think, he leaned forward, aching to give her what she wanted.

Her mouth sealed around his cock, heat engulfing him. Fingers traced patterns over his spine, sending more shivers throughout his body.

Lukina’s hands caressed his hair, tugging, brushing through his long thick hair. Relaxation set in slowly as desire kicked in full steam.

Ilona sucked him slowly, her tongue flicking over his head like a candy cane. She drew him in deeper and deeper until she’d sucked him all the way to the hilt. His balls rested heavy on her chin.

A hand snaked under his cock to caress his shaved balls.

He groaned, balling his fists in the air.

Fingernails ran across his sensitive skin.

His hips jerked forward, his mind barely processed Lukina’s fingers holding his sac.

Lukina took his hands and pulled them behind him.

Nails dug into his wrists, exiting him further. His balls drew up against his skin.

Ilona moaned, sending vibrations over his cock and throughout his body.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he groaned through gritted teeth.

Ilona withdrew his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and laughed. “Of course, but you’ve got to give me something.”

BUY From Secret Cravings 

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Decadent Buck a Book Sale – Blog Hop

Daily Dose of Decadent Blog put this out earlier in the month and I completely missed telling you about it. While my releases aren’t on this list, there are a TON of great books being discounted so be sure to follow the blog hop!

 

In case you need some Decadence from me:  Unedited Excerpt from my contemporary romance Paula’s Craving follows -

Paula wrapped her legs around Ryan’s hips, enjoying the strength in his body.

He thrust inside her, entwined arms cradling her close like she imagined he would.

The weight of his body blanketed hers now, his mouth fell on her.  He tasted masculine, of honey and whiskey, his aroma a heady scent mingling with their arousal.

He trailed kisses down her chin, nibbling over her flesh, making each nerve stand up and beg its turn for his affections.

She tightened her thighs around him, wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and let him fill her to the brim over and over again.

Ryan caressed her breast, pinched the nipple and took it in his mouth, forcing a moan from her.

She arched her breasts upward, loving the wet suction of his lips and the flicking of his tongue back and forth over her nipple.

He caressed her hips, drove slowly in and out, rocking his hips against hers 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 breast, then licked a trail of heat up her chest, over her collarbone before finally stopping at her ear.

“Baby, I’m so glad,” she panted, “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.

Quickly, he masked his emotions again and began a slow, rhythmic movement that made Paula’s breath hitch.

She dug her nails into his arms, moved her hands jerkily down to grip his waist and help him 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 in at the same speed he drove his cock in.

Every movement seemed to be for her.  Hell, even after all this time apart, she swore they fit together perfectly. Ryan had been the shy one in high school but she caught onto his little game.

He’d been on her mind again.  Ryan always occupied her mind at the oddest times, providing unspoken support when she most needed it.  Then, she bumped into him at one of her local haunts and when his eyes met hers, her heart hammered.

Just the same way Ryan’s hips did against hers.

Every bit of contact against his skin wasn’t enough.  She clawed at his hips, urging him on before his final thrust sent her over the edge.

Paula stiffened, moaning his name while running her hands up Ryan’s large frame. “Come baby!”

At that moment, he did, his cock pulsing rapidly inside her.

She squeezed him harder, dug her heels into his ass while she ran her fingers through his hair and stroked him.

His breathing labored, heart pounded loudly against her chest.

Finally, he settled down and lay over her, blanketing her.

A few minutes passed.  Paula shifted, reluctantly slid Ryan out of her, tugged off the used condom and discarded it.  Someday she’d like to feel him explode inside her.  Right now, his suggestion of safe sex both warmed her heart and irritated her.

Padding over to the bathroom, she grabbed a washcloth, cleaned herself off and sauntered back to the bed in her Vegas hotel room.  Looking at Ryan’s muscular frame and the way his hair fell over his face, softening his features, made her heart flutter a little.

Slowly, she crawled back into bed beside him, felt him clutch her possessively.

A smile crossed her lips as she closed her eyes and let the sound of his even breathing send her into dreamland.

The next morning Paula woke up to an empty space beside her.  No note, no remnants, nothing.

Ryan had disappeared.

She grit her teeth and bit back tears at the thought he’d  give her an incredible time then leave without so much as a kiss goodbye.

That didn’t seem like him.  Well, actually it did but it wasn’t the real him.

No man bared his soul in bed to her like Ryan had.

Paula sat up and wiped away tears she couldn’t stop from falling, then steadied her resolve.  “You’re not getting away from me, Ryan.”

Look out soon for Paula’s Craving, coming from Decadent Publishing

Get your signed copy of Dark Sensualities and Primal Instincts!

darksens_sascha_2NOW!  That’s right, I’ve got a few copies of Dark Sensualities and Primal Instincts left from Frolicon.  And I’m spring cleaning BWAHAHAHA!

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“A wonderful, erotic storyteller … turns you on and tugs your heartstrings at the same time!” –Sabrina Smith Moses.

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Two short stories, two novellas.  In Aqua Dream, a beautiful woman washes up on shore and is rescued only to reveal a secret to her oh so sensual rescuer.

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Miranda is the SEC’s sexiest and savviest investigator. But she meets her match when she is assigned to investigate the X Corp, a company founded and run by vampires. But before she can determine if the undead have violated fair trading rules on the NYSE, Jet Curtis, vampire – and X Corp.’s top hit man – is sent to kill her.

However, once Jet sees Miranda his thoughts turn to kissing, not killing. The two make passionate love — and then Jet turns her into a vampire like himself.

Miranda disappears. Then a year later, she returns, now one of undead, with vengeance on her mind. Can she and Jet settle their differences in order to stop X Corporation from causing chaos on the stock exchange and ruining the American economy?

Here is a premium blend of dark eroticism and vampiric carnality for those who like their vampires with just a dash of sex.

Bound to Me – A little 1,000 word vignette written for someone special, a wolf of mine.

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An enthralling contemporary fantasy, and a passionate erotic romance. Marco and Selene. Werewolf and witch. He is the sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves.

To Marco, she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms. Something has to give — and does.

As nights of torrid lovemaking alternate with nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco’s pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts. Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them.

The Test – It’s gay.  That’s all I remember, and it was for some anthology I did, I’m pretty sure.

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JR Ward, a cigar by Don Cervantes and reading time

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This was my first foray into the Black Dagger Brotherhood, what a ride!

I’ve been told I’m comprable with my linger work so once the agents seek those stories i suppose we’ll see! I’m anxious for you to read them.

Published in: on July 29, 2012 at 8:25 pm  Leave a Comment  
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The Image of a Romance Writer

Yet she’s NOT a writer but that’s an image a lot of readers have of us

The lingerie clad romance writer, sitting at her desk, typing eagerly away.  That’s how we’re perceived.  Funny, because most of my author friends write in sweats, pjs (my standard uniform) or other comfortable clothes.  Not that lingerie is uncomfortable, I bought a chemise years ago for the image of writing, and have worn it on several occasions but the truth is, I freeze in that damn thing.  It’s short, comes just to the bottom of my ass and keeps falling off my shoulders…

Does pose an interesting question though. How come we never see romance heroines in lingerie?  Oh, I mean there are a plethora of them in the Harlequin BLAZE novels and probably the Temptation line from days of yor, but heroines tend to wear less than sexy appeal unless the book has an espionage theme or something like that.

Even in my books, I can only name a few that are NOT fetish oriented where the heroine has a lingerie scene.  I’m pretty sure Angela from my contemporary romance A Christmas Favour wore something sexy for Christian (Not Christian Grey, that fucktard poseur).  In fact I KNOW she did because the night she seduced her best friend, they were headed to the Goth club.

In fact:  Here’s the excerpt where Angela dresses for The Church

His pager went off again, and he remembered that he still hadn’t told Angela about his company transferring him to Dallas. She’d be excited, certainly. The boyfriend still posed a problem, and Chris intended to interfere with her love life. He refused to accept that he had missed out on his chance to be with Angela.
He sighed as he heard the water run. Contemplating Angela’s glowing skin against his as water sluiced over them aroused him. The thought of ravishing her, running his hands through her hair to smell her only worsened his condition. Now he breathed heavier as he pictured himself kneading her flesh and her nipples became tight little buds…
“Damn it, this is ridiculous. I should go after what I want.” Chris wanted to get up. In fact, he did stand up and take two steps towards the bathroom, but he stopped himself. Right now wasn’t the right time, not after just seeing her boyfriend.
Chris sat back down and waited. Ten more minutes passed, and he’d heard her bedroom door close. He needed something to quench his thirst. His throat was dry. Chris went into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water and took a sip. “Much better,” he turned to walk back to the couch.
Angela interrupted his thoughts and startled him as he returned from the kitchen with a glass of water. Dressed in a black pleather skirt, lacy black bra and see through spider top, she could stop traffic. His glance followed her slender legs, complete with black stockings and knee-high boots.
“Well?” she asked.
Chris watched her turn around and all of the sudden, spanking her seemed like a good idea. Anything for that matter that would let him touch her ass and the rest of her seemed like a good idea. He did nothing, only smiled in approval.
Angela had thoughts of her own. She knew why she had butterflies even before she left her room. She thought about seducing Chris tonight as she remembered their past encounters, and she definitely wanted to continue exploring more with Christian
She came out of her room and looked at him.
“Are you really going to go like that?”
“Sure, why not? I don’t have any clothes here or back at the hotel, and I haven’t begun packing my things for the move just yet.”

Angela’s jaw dropped, “The move? Wait a minute, what’s this?”
“Oh,” he said, smiling as he put his hand on the back of his head, “I’ve been meaning to tell you about that, but let’s go now. We’ll talk over drinks.”
“I wanna know now!” She put her hands on her hips and saw the way it affected him by the bulge in his pants.
“Keep torturing me like that, and my surprise will have to wait longer.”
“That’s no fair,” she pouted.
“Come on. Let’s go,” he stood and took her hand in his. “We’ll take my car.”
“Okay, fine.” She stuck her tongue out at him and let him walk her out.
* * * *
The bouncer stamped their hands and Chris led Angela inside, paid their cover and headed to the right, where the bartender took drink orders. There was another set of doors that led to the patio. Chris sat at the corner closest to the doors. Ventilation was good with all the smokers coming and going. Plus, it’d get hot in the club soon. The cold chill from outside would give him an excuse to stay very close to Angela. She’d need to be warmed up, right? And not with the help of any of the freaks at the Lizard Lounge. The club was usually packed on Saturday nights with all of the technophiles, most of which worked on the lower rungs of the IT ladder.
Loud music thumped out of the speakers while bright patterns of colour flashed on the several TV screens as Angela sat next to Chris and sipped her vodka drink.
Chris looked at all the freaks in black, half-dressed or not. Some of the women had more makeup on than he’d seen ever. Some of the guys did, too. For that matter, some of the guys in drag looked better than some of the women did. But Chris kept his eyes on Angela. He’d seen the scene here before, over the years. Nothing had changed. The same Marilyn-Manson-T-shirt-wearing-sad-and-depressed teenagers came through the doors to dance and listen to artsy music. Chris thought he’d outgrown all that.
He chuckled. Hell, he had been wearing a dress the first night he met Angela, eight years ago.

Chris took his drink and paid the bartender. He took a long sip, felt the alcohol burn his throat with warmth. He needed to unwind with Angela. She’d had him hard all evening and the fact that she didn’t complain when he first cupped her ass had him anticipating something tonight.
Still, he came to this club because of Angela. The music wasn’t his style anymore. The old friends Chris hoped to run into gone, out of state, married or with new careers. Chris was only here because he didn’t know Dallas well enough to take her somewhere different.
She grabbed his hand and tried to tug him onto the dance floor, but he wouldn’t move.
“Please,” she begged.
He couldn’t resist her eyes. “Later, I promise.”
“You’d better.” She grinned.
Chris prodded her on while he sat leaning against the couch in the corner and jealously watched other men attempting to dance with her. She shunned them, and they walked outside in disgust. Angela glanced over at Chris. He was chuckling.
She smiled and returned to dancing. Angela moved her body gracefully.
Chris knew he was putty in her hands. He’d told her earlier that he’d outgrown dancing, but finally, she’d won out. He joined her on the dance floor, gyrating his hips in perfect rhythm with hers, and both became aroused. At the beat changed, Angela smirked, becoming aware of how much she’d affected him as she clung to his hardening body.
The beat changed again. Chris watched Angela head towards the bar and come back with two drinks. He’d moved to a private booth in the back where it was less crowded.
She sat down beside him, where he’d patted a space for her and took his drink from her. Both watched the convoluted dance floor until Angela looked at his watch.
“One more drink?” she asked.
“Sure.” Chris handed her money, and she brought back two more drinks. He held her hand as she laid her head on his shoulder.
He ran his fingers through her silky smooth hair, twirling the ends around his fingers. Even though she smelled of smoke and cheap cigarettes, he could still smell her intoxicating scent.

Christian licked his lips, adjusted the way he sat. His cock throbbed in his trousers. He looked down at her. “Do you want to leave? I’m hungry.” He nearly had to yell to hear himself over the music.
She nodded. He took her by the waist and helped her outside. He wondered when the last time she went dancing was, and who it had been with. Jealousy wasn’t a feeling Christian cared for.
* * * *
Once they stepped outside, she took a deep breath, glad for the fresh air, but her thoughts were still muddled. Seduce her best friend, or remain loyal to her somewhat convenient boyfriend? She’d let Chris make the first move. It’d be easier to follow his lead right now, since she had a nice buzz.
Chris kept caressing her back and shoulders with his hand, making her aware of the electricity that flowed between them. She let his hand slide over her rear. Of course, he didn’t say anything about it as she got in the SUV and he pulled out of the parking lot onto the road. She put her hand in his and felt him stroke her palm. Little beads of electricity raced down her spine and towards her sex. Damned intimacy!
“What sounds good to you?” He finally broke the silence.
She set a hand against her forehead. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t feel all that great.”
“You drank too much, didn’t you, Angela?” He snorted.
“Probably. Mike brought over a crappy sub sandwich that I had half of. But my stomach is upset.”
“Are you going to be sick?” One hand continued tracing patterns down her spine, over her shoulders and the curve of her ass when she leaned forward and adjusted her clothing.
Angela backed her ass into his hand, hoping he’d cup her and make a move. Even though she felt sick, she realised that her mind was free of inhibition just enough to get what her body desperately wanted. “No, I just need to get some food then go to bed. I have stuff at the apartment.” The minor headache in the morning didn’t compare to the pain in her stomach. Or the butterflies.
“Good idea. I’ll drop you off and—”

She shot him a dirty glance. “Drop me off? Chris, please stay with me.”
He groaned. “You’re killing me, princess. Okay, I’ll stay the night.”
Angela leaned her head back against the soft headrest and took his hand in hers. Warmth spread throughout her body but only added to the melting heat between her legs.
Angela took a deep breath and released it slowly, feeling better only because she was with Christian. “You know I’m no longer self-destructive, right?”
He laughed. “You never were. You were just stupid. Now you’re older.”
“Thanks,” she chuckled. She’d definitely have to resolve the lustful feelings soon, or she’d explode.

Chapter Three
Chris filled a glass of water and handed it to Angela with some toast. “Drink this before you lay down.”
You’re going to do a hell of a lot more than lay me down, pal. She took the glass and sipped it slowly. So much for letting him make the first move. Her mind had already decided that her body would control her.
Chris still held onto her waist and stroked her back.
She sipped the water, set it down on the table and pushed Chris onto the couch, sitting herself beside him. “You’ve had your hands on my ass all night, Christian.”
“Babe, the look and feel of your tight bottom beneath that fake leather skirt has toyed with my senses and kept me hard practically the entire evening.”
She’d been watching him and knew he spoke the truth. Judging by the look on his face, Angela knew it wouldn’t take much for Christian to make a move. All she’d have to do was nudge him.
Angela uncrossed her legs and twirled a finger around Chris’ chest and over his lips. She straddled his thighs, though the skirt dug into her flesh and caused discomfort until he undid the snap in the back.
“This could come off,” he whispered.
“Done.” She slid off his legs and stepped back. Her anxiety disappeared with her shirt and skirt as they fell to the floor. She stood in front of him in matching bra and panties. Angela shuddered at the touch of his fingers over their hem.
She stepped closer for a kiss, tasting the gin he’d been sipping all night then darted her tongue between his lips and caught his playful laughter. She unbuttoned the top button on his shirt and ran her fingernail over his hard chest before biting his lower lip. Angela felt the rush of hormones when he cupped her ass and finally slid his fingers beneath the waist of her panties.
“You’re still mostly dressed,” she whispered.
“And I want to quickly remedy that.” He nipped her neck.

Angela straddled his knees and threw back her head.
He nipped her neck again.
She arched her body into his, pressed her mouth to his ear. “Good god, Christian, get this shirt off.” She reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged it from his trousers then over his head, exposing his muscular figure. To her surprise, his chiselled figure had seen more sun. She ran her fingers over his chest and flat stomach before getting to his slacks.
He smiled when she cupped his erection through his pants and gave him a squeeze. “You’re still covered on top.”
“All right.” She steadied herself on his knees and unhooked her bra. The clothes fell to the floor and exposed her round breasts, nipples tightly peaked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and scooted closer to him, crushing her breasts to his chest before sealing her mouth over his in a kiss that warmed up both of them.
She looked greedily at Chris. He was holding out, despite his rock-hard erection. Angela slid her hand down into his pants and gripped him, feeling the silky steel flesh. She gave him a squeeze.
He moaned softly into her ear, sending vibrations humming along her skin that resonated all the way down to her pussy.
“I need this, Chris.” She squeezed him a little tighter, moved her hand up and down his shaft.
His groans became louder.
Thrilled from taking control, Angela pushed back against him and tried to make him lay against the couch, but he stopped her.
“Christian, what are you doing?”
She was pulled to her feet quickly and scooped up in Chris’ arms as he carried her, laughing, back to her bedroom.
“I’m about to remedy our problem.” Chris set Angela down on the bed gently. “Patience,” he stretched her legs out and slid off her panties, revealing her soft curls. He probed with a light touch before he parted her folds, blanketed his body over her thighs and lowered his lips to her pussy. Chris smoothed both hands over her hips and dipped his tongue into the forest of curls. She was tangy-sweet.

She shuddered beneath him when he flicked his tongue over her swollen bead.
He massaged her buttocks and thrust his tongue deep inside her, inhaling her aroma. “God, you taste good,” he muttered.
She gripped his shoulders and clenched her legs around his body as one orgasm tore through her.
Chris continued licking her clit. He trailed his tongue from the top of her sex to the bottom. Then from side to side in a wide sweeping motion that had her nails digging into his shoulders.
She looked down at him with hunger in her eyes.
He slid his tongue over the entrance of her ass, passing over quickly to excite her further. His cock bobbed between his legs, poised and ready for her.
Chris slid both hands back over her hips and grabbed her breasts. He squeezed her pink nipples slowly.
Angela took his hands and tugged him upwards. “I can’t stand any more of this, Christian. I want you inside.” She pulled harder.
Chris slithered up her body, and she grabbed his throbbing cock. “This needs to be—”
“I know,” Chris reached over into her nightstand and fumbled around until he found a foil packet.
He sheathed himself and took his cock in hand. Settling between her thighs, he set himself at her entrance, felt just how incredibly moist, how hot she was…all for him.
Thrusting deep inside, he impaled her.
Angela gasped, shoving her breasts upwards, her hips further against his.
His sleek movements brought her over the edge until he stopped thrusting completely, settling himself inside her heat.
Angela wrapped her legs around Chris’ waist and lunged against him, the sound of skin slapping against skin heightening her arousal. “That’s my baby,” was all she could muster in a husky voice.
He picked up his pace, and their rhythm quickly became a fury of thrusting and slapping mixed with grunts and pants.
“Come for me, Christian.” She threw her head back, grabbed her own breasts.

He cupped her hands, squeezed and pinched her nipples while thrusting harder inside her.
Chris’ release calmed him when he finally opened his eyes. He looked at Angela, moved the curls from her sweat-covered forehead and kissed her. The smile on her face lit the room.
“I love you,” he whispered, thinking she didn’t hear him. He rolled off, and she curled up against him. She closed her eyes.
“I love you too,” she said. Her confusion was gone for now. She’d deal with that in the morning.
* * * *
Did I just commit adultery? What a ridiculous question, Angela thought when she looked at herself in the mirror. It was eight a.m. Christian had been gone for at least an hour, and she knew roughly when he’d left. His pager had gone off, waking him. He was on his cell phone and gone before she’d known it.

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Cata-Romance Blog Hop

Cataromance.com is celebrating a relaunch of their site in June and decided what better way to promote romance books than a huge summer blog hop!

So, I’m teaming up with the wonderful ladies there to offer up a free e-book copy of The Playground to anyone who leaves a comment here on this post.

I figured The Playground is probably the best representation of a start for Summer.  I mean after all, it takes place in Las Vegas, sin city!

Check here for the blog hop participants

Published in: on June 5, 2012 at 1:37 am  Comments (29)  
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This Writer has officially checked out for the year!

Hey Folks,

Aside from a bit of pre planning for 2012, I’m done.  I’m not even sure I’m coning into the office every day until January 3rd at least, because I’ve had a long year.  But it’s been a fun and productive year despite the lack of releases.  Spoken to both agents, things are shaping up for 2012 to be the year of the Sascha LOL!

Up on the conference schedule, it looks like Authors After Dark in New Orleans has been added, so I’ll be there speaking, selling books and chopping it up with readers!  New releases planned for next year, already the two from Decadent Publishing, both for the 1Night Stand series, The Playground, should be out in January or February, and my second 1Night Stand, “Surrender to Love” should come out soon afterwards.

I know a lot of authors are pushing for final sales in the last quarter of the year but I’m tired!  This year I’ve done four conventions all within the Con Season and while they were ALL a LOT of fun, and I made some great friends (You reading this Momma Lion?) and got to see some old ones, travel wears me out!  I’ve got that bad heart thing still, two hospital visits this year, and done a HELL of a LOT of editing LOL!

Overall it’s been a good year.  I have some new music that is sure to inspire more passion and romance in next year’s books, and I’m looking forward to sharing with you what I have written.

But for now, I’ve checked out :)  I won’t be back in my office (except to handle little admin things) until January 3rd at the earliest.  Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and blessings to you and yours, my lovely readers, in the new year!

Published in: on December 23, 2011 at 7:36 pm  Comments (1)  
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What’s on Deck for my Erotic Romance Career

Lots of interesting things going on in the world of publishing.  I’ve had a lot going on, including a partial rejection from Red Sage, that was more like a “Fix this issue and we’ll take another look because the story has potential.”  I woke up to that last Saturday and was pretty thrilled despite the hangover and previous bullshit on Friday.  (I’m dealing with government crap right now) I’m also burned out for the year.

That’s right, I have nothing left to create.  What I DO have are four projects in various stages of editing.

  1. Stalker has one scene that needs to be fixed.  Marisa has an issue with how it comes across and what it doesn’t add to the story so I’ve got to fix that.
  2. Burning for Derrick needs a complete editing job, it’s still in 1.5 draft mode.
  3. Submit to Him needs that extra something the editor at Red Sage mentioned.
  4. Surrender to Love needs me to fill out the contract/paperwork and get that back to Decadent Publishing.
  5. Both Burning For Derrick and Stalker have sequels both agents want me to work on.
  6. Oh and there’s a super sekrit project I and Amanda Rhea are undertaking.  Details will emerge on that soon.  Let’s just hope TV can handle it…

Plus I still have my editorial duties at Sizzler as the reviews are coming in from some of our new releases and I couldn’t be more proud!  However this is my AUTHOR platform so I’ll point you over to the Sizzler Editing Blog (mine anyway) in another post.

Plus we’re still getting hype from some of my earlier releases as I seek out reviewers.  I’m pretty happy this time of year, for once, despite how swamped I am.  At least I don’t have to struggle to create something entirely new.  Friday Flash Fiction will be updated until the end of the year then I might make it an archived section on the site.  Who knows.

The final dash for stories!

I promised I’d deliver a Christmas themed story to one house for an anthology, I promised the folks at Decadent I’d have more work for them and with that, I’ll end the year writing and spend more time editing, reading and relaxing.

I think I’ve done pretty well as an author overall this year.  Spent some time talking with both agents Marisa and Saritza about next year, talked to Jean Marie Stine about promotions for Sizzler Intoxications and have a lot going on already.  I haven’t had a lot of releases and that bums me out but the stagnation on the release front doesn’t mean that I haven’t been writing!  Paranormal Erotic Romance featuring hot werewolves, a sexy witch and more!

The Decadent 1NS series has two more titles from me coming once I sit down and write them.  Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker(Dub M ix) is being shopped around to different publishers by my wonderful print agent, Burning for Derrick I’ll start editing at the end of October! Yay me!  LOL!

It’s been a good ride this year, quite frankly.  I’ve achieved a great deal of back end success.  Much more to come!  Hopefully by the time this has been posted I’ll be halfway through edits on Burning for Derrick!

How about an unedited excerpt?

Derrick woke up in a soft bed. His body ached, his stomach was sore and there were bruises on his forehead and pain in his back.  No doubt he had a few bruises.

He moved to brush strands of hair back from his face and tried not to grunt.  Then he saw the beauty next to him.

Sonja lay beside him still wearing his trench coat, jeans as she had the day before and a top that begged for removal because it was holding back beautiful breasts.

He licked his lips.

Then he stirred.  And pain set in.

Sonja’s eyes opened. She shook.

Quickly, Derrick reached for her, caught her hand and rolled onto his side so he faced her.  “Shh,” he pressed two fingers against her lips.

Tears streamed down her face.

He wanted to kiss them away.

Stilling his mind, he leaned over her and did the one thing he could think of that could distract her from whatever horrors raced through her head.

He kissed her.

She sobbed into the kiss.

Derrick tasted the sweet plumpness of her lips with a soft press of his mouth against hers.  He kept his eyes open, gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Sonja shifted against the bed and his body.  A hand reached for his face, small yet lithe fingers stroked along his chin.

He hardened instantly at her touch.  Careful to steady his reaction against rising hormones, Derrick pressed his body against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath his jacket.  “You’re still wearing my coat,” he teased while licking her chin.

She laughed and kissed him back, taking his face in her hands while moving beneath him.  “It fits. Perfectly in fact.  I think I’ll keep it.”

He chuckled, a low sound that widened her eyes. Was she scared?  Judging by the way she kept her hands on his face, probably not.  He bent down, nipped her exposed neck and waited a moment. Her pulse beat steadily.  His puma wanted to taste the creature beneath it.

Hands fisted in his hair and dragged his mouth to hers again.  She tasted of fear, yet the powerful thrum of lust rested just at the shoreline of emotions.  He could smell it, taste it.  And with a thumb and forefinger, he caressed a trail of heat down her collarbone into exposed cleavage.

She shuddered, arched her breasts upwards and into him.

Derrick pulled back from the kiss and looked at her.  Red hair sprawled beneath her and fanned out.  Her round face held some color, lips were primed and plump for more kissing.  And the blue-silver of her eyes sparkled. “Maybe you should wear only my coat.”  The possessiveness in him surprised him, but didn’t stop him from making a claim on her.  It didn’t matter that they were two different beings, at this moment all that mattered was the heat between them.

“Patience, cat.  We have some time.  Right?”  An eyebrow arched.

He didn’t know, truthfully.  Derrick wasn’t even sure where they were or how they got here.  All he remembered was that he’d taken out the man who was about to shoot her point blank.  He couldn’t have let that happen. At the thought, the urgency of their sexual encounter reared its head.

He’d almost lost her and that would be bad for so many reasons.  The security of the world could be at stake, but something deeper made her more important to him.

The way she he kept stroking his shoulders distracted him.

Nails raked along exposed skin and goose bumps appeared on his flesh.

Derrick parted her thighs with his leg and pressed into her heat.

Damn but she was hot even through her jeans.

She hissed, gripped his shoulders tightly and lifted up to catch him across the throat.

The puma inside growled.  Derrick fought the beast back down.  Sonja may be a witch but to his knowledge she was still a human, probably unfamiliar with dominance acts.

She bit his neck again.

A shiver raced through him and he realized he didn’t care if she was aware or not.  She was driving him mad with little things.

The third time she’d reached for his neck, Derrick backed off and rose above her.  “I need,” he started to speak.

She shifted and cupped him.

He almost lost it.

The puma’s tone changed.  Even the beast inside recognized the core principle that it and Derrick shared.

They were both male.

“I know how to play dirty,” she laughed breathlessly, “And I’m not afraid of the big beast, either.”

“You must not be that bright,” he dipped his head down and flicked his tongue over a breast.  He found the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, only to have it caught by his coat.

“You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?”

“You just said I wasn’t that bright.  So I think I should.”

He was determined to strip her until all she wore was that playful grin.  “Fine.  Two can play this game, Sonja.”  He slid away and reached for her with one hand.

She scrambled to get away but his height gave him an advantage.  Capturing her wrist, he pulled her to him, brought his mouth down on hers and wrapped his arms around her curvy frame.  She felt so good in his arms, so soft, supple.

Her body rocked against his.

He thrust his tongue past her lips and into her mouth.  Hands gripped his shoulders again but he forced her hands at her sides.  Using the added strength of the puma, he shoved the coat off her shoulders and down her sides so that it bound her arms.

Then he pulled back from the kiss and started licking a trail down her jaw, over her neck until she mewled.

“Perfect sound,” his voice filled with gravel as he continued to lick and kiss her neck, collarbone.

She struggled against him.

He’d done his best to keep his negative thoughts at bay.

He had to.  She was able to read his mind and all he wanted her to see now was the simple fact of unchained desire.

He pushed the coat down the length of her arms, exposing flesh and ridding her of one more protective layer against his sensual assault.

When their mouths met again, he let her tongue past his lips and let her stroke and suckle him.  With the coat finally pushed off her arms, he could now reach for the hem of her shirt. He tugged at it and broke from the kiss. “Do you want this, Sonja? I’ll stop,” he had to choke those words out, “if you want.”

She nipped his bottom lip.  “Fuck me, Derrick.”

The desperation in her voice couldn’t be missed but neither could the sultry emphasis she’d put on the first two words.

Derrick lifted her shirt up and tore it off her head, exposing beautiful round breasts that made his mouth water.   His cock stiffened painfully.  “My gods you’re lovely.”  He pushed her back at arm’s length and stared at her.

She let out a heavy sigh, “Are you going to ogle my tits like one of my rabid fans or are you going to play with me?”

He loved her demanding, breathy voice.

Now she was pushing him down onto the bed so she could straddle him.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”  Her voice dropped dangerously husky.

Part of him wondered if that was her natural voice or any vocal training .He’d remember to ask later.

Maybe.

Her hips enveloped his thighs.

He reached for her and caught her breasts in his hands.  Sitting up, he gave her breasts a squeeze.

She moaned and began fumbling with his shirt.  “You can take this off,” she tugged at it, “or I can yank it off and you’ll need a new shirt.”

Before he could respond, she’d ripped the shirt off him, exposing him.

She let out a low whistle. “I guess we’re even now.”

“Are you going to stare at me,” he chuckled, “or are we going to fuck?”

Her mouth curled up in a smile.  She pushed her hands against his broad chest, batted her eyelashes and scooted her ass over his crotch.  “We’re going to fuck.  Now.”

Derrick braced himself.

Sonja slithered down his body, covering his chest with kisses and bites.  He’d shivered against every one, especially when she moved back up his chest and took a nipple in her mouth.

She bit down, applying gentle pressure and suckling, just like he’d do to her momentarily.  Yet the sensation shot through his body and sent all thought flying out the window. Logic too failed him.

He’d started to lose control of the feelings he’d carefully held onto and walled up, but there wasn’t any way in hell he was going to let Sonja take them from him.  Nor would he let her fix his mind with her voice.  “You’re only allowed to use your body to do this, sweet Jesus!”  Her teeth grazed against his now exposed hip.

When did she slide his jeans down?

It didn’t matter. He was hard and hot and now in her grip.

“How did you?”

She arched a brow.  “Witch, remember?”  Then she bent forward and stroked his cock with her tongue while her breasts pressed against his thighs.

His balls drew up against his body and the warmth of her mouth enveloped him.

He hissed through clenched teeth and gripped the bed sheets tightly.

Her mouth worked up and down the length of his shaft.  Her tongue snaked around the thick head of his cock, making his breath race.  His heart beat faster and faster in tune with her sucking.  “If you don’t stop I’m going to come.”

She popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and grinned, “That’s the point.”

Not if he could help it.  Somehow, for some reason the urge to sink himself inside her was what he needed most.  “No.”

She lifted her head and let strands of hair fall on each side of her face, giving her the look of a witch bent on seduction, “You’re cute telling me no, babe.  But,” she gave him one last lick, “I am dying for this.  So,” she slid up the length of his body so that her breasts pillowed against his chest. Their eyes met.  “Fuck me, cat.”

He couldn’t ignore the commanding tone in her voice.  It wasn’t filled with magic, it was just…her.

Sultry, sensual and slightly dominating.

His hands caught the waist of her jeans and tugged down.  “These are coming off.”  He couldn’t maintain control for much longer but he needed to lose himself in her, not in front of her.

With a hard yank, he had her jeans and panties down over her ass.  A hand came down on her rump.

She hissed and bit him again.

“You’re taunting a wild animal.” He growled, rolled them both over so that he was on top now.

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