31 October 2011

Blog Tour Stop: Aubrie Dionne

Hi, folks! Today, I'm happy to welcome Aubrie Dionne, author of Paradise 21. This is a science fiction romance, and on tour through November 20th. Below, you'll find an interview with the author and an excerpt.

Enjoy, and you can catch the next stop at http://sithereandread.com.


Please tell the readers a little about yourself:

I’m a professional flutist by night, writer by day. I use visual imagery to make the music come alive, and over the years my flute students told me to write my stories down. So here I am today!

How about your latest release?

Paradise 21 is an action adventure sci fi romance with space pirates. If you liked Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, Star Wars, Serenity, or even Pirates of the Caribbean, you might enjoy Paradise 21.

What was your primary inspiration for this book?

I thought: what could be better than pirates in space?
And, seriously, I always wondered how humankind will battle the upcoming population crisis, and what we’ll do when Earth’s resources are used up. Paradise 21 is about colonizing different planets, and surviving after Earth’s demise.

Do you have any muses?

Yes: my Jack Sparrow pirate head beads: still in the plastic case they came in, because they are too precious to take out. They are my lucky charm for writing. I also have a fairy godmother figurine whose wand is aimed at my computer screen.

Do you control your characters or do they flog you into shape?

I start by controlling them, but soon they take control and take me for a ride! I learn things about them I never knew, and they surprise me each and every day. Probably the most horrifying aspect is that each one of them has a piece of me in them. Which piece I won’t tell!

When you write, is there a special routine you follow?

I usually write early in the day before I teach flute lessons, and then late at night before bed. I always read the previous day’s writing before I start to keep the narrative continuous and fix up any typos or consistency issues I made in the first draft.

If you could be one animal, person, or at a place for a day what/who/where would it be?

Animal: Unicorn- because they live forever and are magical and beautiful
Person: James Galway (famous flute player)
Place: Tatooine from Star Wars (Although I’d need a bodyguard. It’s a pretty tough place!)

Five random facts about you:
  1. I have way too many guppies. They all started having babies, and now I have two tanks with about thirty of them in each. (Anyone want to adopt a fish or maybe six or sixteen?)
  2. I love candy- so much that I have to hide it or throw it away or I’ll eat the whole bag.
  3. I watched every episode of LOST and am sad that it’s done. L
  4. I tried to write horror stories and realized I’m just not scary.
  5. I used to be afraid of E.T. growing up. It was the first movie my mom took me to and I hated him. (Now I know he’s a good guy!)

Are you working on any new releases later this year?

I just finished edits on Tundra 37, the sequel to Paradise 21. This will come out in January (for anyone who enjoyed Paradise 21). Currently I’m working on Haven 6, the third book in the series.
A novella tie-in tentatively called A Hero Rising is coming out this spring about the fall of Old Earth. It even has zombies!!! (Not sure if they are scary. I’m working on it).

Anything else you’d like to say?

Thank you for having me on your blog today!

Aubrie Dionne can be found at:

Twitter:
@authoraubrie
Blog:
http://authoraubrie.blogspot.com

Book Blurb:

Aries has lived her entire life aboard mankind’s last hope, the New Dawn, a spaceship traveling toward a planet where humanity can begin anew—a planet that won’t be reached in Aries’ lifetime. As one of the last genetically desirable women in the universe, she must marry her designated genetic match and produce the next generation for this centuries-long voyage.

But Aries has other plans.

When her desperate escape from the New Dawn strands her on a desert planet, Aries discovers the rumors about pirates—humans who escaped Earth before its demise—are true. Handsome, genetically imperfect Striker possesses the freedom Aries envies, and the two connect on a level she never thought possible. But pursued by her match from above and hunted by the planet’s native inhabitants, Aries quickly learns her freedom will come at a hefty price.

The life of the man she loves.


 Excerpt:
“Might as well stay here and make camp for the night.”

His casual tone stung her composure. How could he talk of such mundane things when they’d almost been captured, when she’d touched him so tenderly?

“We’ll let them get farther away,” Striker explained, reasonable as always. “We’re going in their direction tomorrow.”

The sting of rejection grew, burning a hole in her heart. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Her lips trembled. “Why not kiss me like you did before?”

“I can’t.” He shook his head, and the air cooled between them; so much so, Aries wondered if the desert had turned into deep space.

He’d teased her with such affection before, it was cruel to take it away. “I don’t understand,” she said, wishing she didn’t care, wishing she could stop all the emotions he’d started in her heart.

Aries caught a glimpse of pain etched in the wrinkles around his eyes. Striker turned away and started pulling supplies out of his backpack. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Striker shook his head and Aries prompted, “Can’t kiss me, can’t trust me? What?”

“I can’t allow myself to get tangled up with someone. Not again.”

The thoughts of Striker with another woman confused her. On the New Dawn, everyone had one lifemate and that was it. “You mean you loved someone before?”

Striker’s hand tightened on the backpack. “I trusted someone a long time ago, allowed myself to love, if you will. She hurt me so much I lost my entire life and ended up here. I can’t experience that kind of pain again.”

Aries clasped her hand over her heart. “I’m so sorry.”

He waved her apology off as if it meant nothing. “It’s a tough world, Aries. And it’s dangerous to love. If I were you, I’d keep my heart well-guarded, because you never know when it will affect your decisions, when it will make you weak.”

Aries couldn’t take his advice. Watching him talk about his past made her realize she’d already given up her heart.

He had it.



Aubrie is an author and flutist in New England. Her stories have appeared in Mindflights, Niteblade, Silver Blade, A Fly in Amber, and several print anthologies including Skulls and Crossbones by Minddancer Press, Rise of the Necromancers, by Pill Hill Press, Nightbird Singing in the Dead of Night by Nightbird Publishing, Dragontales and Mertales by Wyvern Publications, A Yuletide Wish by Nightwolf Publications, and Aurora Rising by Aurora Wolf Publications.  Her epic fantasy is published with Wyvern Publications, and several of her ebooks are published with Lyrical Press and Gypsy Shadow Publishing. When she’s not writing, she plays in orchestras and teaches flute at Plymouth State University and a community music school.
About the Author:

Halloween Blog Hop - Last Day!


Hope y'all had a great time on this blog hop! It's been great seeing your comments pop up in my inbox, and I appreciate it.

Tomorrow, I'll round up all the email addresses and names and pick the winner from my trusty Crayon box for an e-copy of Siege of Shadows!

I'll leave you with that for today, since Monday kicked my butt and left my brain a scrambled mess of blurghfruahghdnsoenfodk. Plus, I have to prepare the blog for my next guest. Thanks for playing along!

And, as always,



30 October 2011

Halloween Blog Hop, Day 3!


Welcome back to the blog hop! I hope y'all are having a helluva good time so far.

Today, I'm happy to announce my new website. www.lindsaysbooks.com is now live! Yay!

And now, for a little treat from another release coming up next week. By Blood, Bound is out November 3rd with Rebel Ink Press, and she's a little ditty about a woman who gets thrown into an entanglement with a psychotic vampire.

Mel McIntyre thought she was all set in this life. She had a fabulous job, a cute apartment and a cat. But when her sister dies and her last living relative, her nephew Joey, disappears, Mel finds everything she knows turned upside down. 


 Unwillingly thrown into a world she never thought existed thanks to an almost fatal mistake made by Joey, Mel finds herself suddenly involved with a vampire named Levi. And she quickly discovers this relationship isn’t the good thing she thought it to be. 


As Mel becomes a shell of her former self, can she find the strength to battle back? Or will she let the vampires win?

Ooooh...I feel I should give you a fair warning. This book does contain a rape scene and several rather violent beatings. These could be triggers.

Don't forget to leave a comment with your email for a chance to win an e-copy of Siege of Shadows! And as always,


29 October 2011

Halloween Blog Hop!

Annnnd....Release day!


Today is the official release of Siege of Shadows from Silver Publishing. This is my third book to be published, and it's still beyond exciting to see a book out there with my name on the front. *squeal*

I hope y'all are enjoying this blog hop! These are so much fun to participate in. Feel free to have a look around. I host lots of guest blogs and post reviews for several promotional companies across the vast interwebs, and you might find some something else you'd like to read, too. Who knows?

Siege of Shadows is available on Silver Publishing's website for now, and many other great retailers in about two weeks. I'm also working on a brand spanking new website, and y'all will be the first to see it later tonight!

And don't forget to leave a comment with your email for a chance to win this e-book!

Gah! Busy Saturday. See you soon!

Halloween Blog Hop, Day 2!

Back again! I hope you're enjoying the blog hop, and reading tons of great stuff from everybody.

As promised, here's the excerpt from Siege of Shadows:


The front door creaked on a rusty hinge as I opened it, sending a flurry of age-old dust into the air. "Hello?" I called in a tentative voice. A bang down the hallway drew my attention. Dragging my fingers along the wall, I walked toward the sound.

In the last room in the house sat a wolf. He glanced at me with beautiful blue eyes and then looked away as though ashamed of himself. Stepping into the room, I angled my head to look at him. "Hello, wolf," I said, expecting a response. He stood, shaking his fur out to alleviate the dust and approached me slowly, circling and sniffing my hair. Standing still, I wasn't fearful of him at all.
And when a hand came around my chin, I already knew who stood behind me.

"Why did you come here?" Landon whispered in my ear, his body pressed close to mine.

"I didn't mean to."

"Yes, you did. You've been running here since the day we met." His arm circled my waist, pulling me closer, and my nails raked up his naked thighs as I watched the wolf come back around to sit and watch us. "I was going to let you go, Billie. But now you've found me, and I can't."

"I don't want to go." I didn't want to leave. The house collapsed around us, leaving only the piece of rickety wood floor we'd been standing on and the waving grass surrounding us.

Landon growled, a sound which shook me to the core, and tilted my head back until my neck lay exposed. Trailing his tongue along the skin, he left a prickling path as his hands molded to my body. Moaning, I arched against him and my hands laced behind his head, leaving me completely at his mercy.

I closed my eyes as his warm fingers traced long lines down my belly, snapping them open in surprise when they met my inner thighs and trailed upward. The wolf shook his head and trotted away, and the first flurry of fear began to wend its way through me. Turning my face, he caught my mouth in a demanding kiss.

"I'm sorry, Billie," he whispered.

I didn't have a chance to ask why as he gripped my arms. I felt something sharp sink into the tender skin on my shoulder followed by a powerful tug, as though someone had put a plunger into my heart.

Panicking, I struggled to move, but he had me secured. "Relax," he murmured against my skin as I squirmed and kicked, and my shirt ripped in the struggle. My breath caught as the sharp points sank deeper and a scream reached my ears.

I sat bolt upright in bed, my breath heaving and heart racing. Bright morning sunlight filtered into my bedroom window, and the blinking alarm clock indicated I'd been asleep for a solid nine hours.
The dream stayed fresh on my mind, so much so I could still feel the warm fingers on my arm. Disturbed, I kicked the covers off and looked down. My clothes were intact; my feet were clean. Running a hand through my hair, I climbed out of bed to wash my face.

Wide-eyed, I touched the tiny trace of dried blood near my collarbone.

~

That's it for that one, folks! You'll have to get the book to find out what happens to poor Billie. (She gets tortured.) And make sure to drop by Drea Becraft's blog hop for lots more swag and gifts from dozens of authors!

You can find more on Siege of Shadows here. Thanks for dropping by!


28 October 2011

Welcome to the Halloween Blog Hop!


Today begins the blog hop hosted by Drea Becraft on her website! You're going to be looking at over 100 authors, each offering prizes and loot, and tons of opportunities to read great blogs, meet great people, and find great books to read.

For my part, I'll be offering a PDF copy of my latest release, a Halloween treat titled Siege of Shadows. Here's a little about it:


A neighbor, arrested, covered in his wife’s blood. A wolf stalking her. To top it all off, the new neighbor is trying to kill her—in her nightmares.

Billie is having one hell of a time with the new guy on the block. She can’t decide if she hates him or wants to take him to bed, for starters. And every time she dreams about him, she wakes up with dried blood on her body.

There’s only one explanation, but even Billie thinks she’s crazy for believing it. No way is her neighbor trying to kill her…

Right?

For the chance to win, you just need to leave a comment with your email address, por favor, and I'll randomly draw a winner from a Crayon box at the end of the blog hop! And, don't forget to drop by Drea's page and visit everybody else, too, for a lot of chances to win a ton of great prizes. Who knows? Maybe I'll toss in something else by the end of the weekend. Good luck!

And, as always,




25 October 2011

Blog Hop Stop: Hide'N Seek


Hey, folks! Today, I'm the happy host of a blog barrage and giveaway of a book by one Dale Meyer called Hide'N Go Seek. Sounds fantastic, so have a look, leave a comment with your email and win a book!

Did you catch that? *WIN A BOOK!*

Without further ado, Hide'N Go Seek:


BLURB:
A twisted game of Hide’n Go Seek forces an unlikely alliance between a no-nonsense FBI agent and a search-and-rescue worker.
Celebrated search-and-rescue worker Kali Jordon has hidden her psychic abilities by crediting her canine partner Shiloh with the recoveries. But Kali knows the grim truth—The Sight that she inherited from her grandmother allows her to trace violent energy unerringly to victims of murder. No one knows her secret until a twisted killer challenges her to a deadly game of Hide'n Go Seek that threatens those closest to her.
Now she must rely on FBI Special Agent Grant Summers, a man who has sworn to protect her, even as he suspects there's more to Kali and Shiloh than meets the eye. As the killer draws a tighter and tighter circle around Kali, she and Grant find there's no place to hide.
Are her visions the key to finding the latest victim alive or will this cruel game of Hide’n Go Seek cost her…everything.

EXCERPT:
Twenty minutes later, Kali made her way to the kitchen. She fed Shiloh on the deck in the morning sunlight. Running her fingers through her shoulder-length hair, she remembered last night's painting. She headed to her studio to take a look. She'd almost reached it when apprehension washed over her.
The door was closed.
She never closed the door after painting. It wasn't good for the wet canvases, besides, the room only had a small window so the paint fumes built up fast. A frown wrinkled her forehead. Had she simply forgotten? She had been deadly tired last night.
Bolstering her courage, she pushed the door wide and flinched as the fumes rushed out almost stinging her nose. "Oh gross."
Holding her breath, Kali crossed to the window, shoving it as far open as it would go. Fresh air surged into the small space. She'd love a huge studio, except painting wasn't exactly a full time career for her – no matter how much she'd like it to be. It was a release for when depression and madness overcame her soul. Maybe later, when she no longer did rescue work, she could indulge her art as a creative hobby instead of as an outlet of pain and turmoil.
Walking around the easel, Kali stopped midstride.
The painting stood where she'd left it. With surreal and strangely enticing clarity, blacks and purples and browns popped off the canvas. Heavy paint splotched at places, then thinned and stretched across the top.
She stepped back and frowned. Up close, besides the heavy amount of paint, the picture resembled a distorted nightmare. Not surprising. Still, she caught a glimmer of an intentional design. She tilted her head and looked at it from a different angle. Nothing changed.
Sniffing the air, Shiloh ambled into the doorway.
Kali smiled down at the dog. "Not very sweet smelling, is it?"
She glanced back at the jumble of colors and stilled. There. She studied the abstract mess, letting the colors move and form to reveal the image hidden within.
Shivers slid over her spine.
Oh my God.
No way.
Kali blinked. It was.
There was no mistaking the image of a person buried under small bushes, civilization of some kind crouched on the horizon with a series of rough rock formations soaring behind the bushes.
"What the hell?" she whispered.
Kali was not a great artist, by any means. Blind escapism kept bringing her back to the process because it worked. She painted with wild abandon. The paint slapped on canvas with no thought discharged her emotions. For some reason it always worked.
And it always looked like shit.
This, on the other hand, was ingenious. Sure the subject matter was gruesome; however, given her volunteer work, not unexpected. Especially after finding the letter.
The artistic abandon was still there. The paint was so thick in spots the picture was almost three-dimensional. The terrain had depth and movement. The light was dark and terse, yet still shone with gruesome clarity—and way beyond her artistic abilities.
"It's fucking brilliant."
It was also scary as hell. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. She's best known for Tuesday's Child, her romantic suspense novel that was one of the final four in the Kensington Brava/Romantic Times contest this last year. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in several different genres.  To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series in ebook format.
To find out more about Dale and her books, visit her at http://www.dalemayer.com. Or connect with her online with Twitter at www.twitter.com/dalemayer and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/dalemayer.author


Books by Dale Mayer:

Psychic Vision Series
Tuesday's Child
Hide'n Go Seek
Maddy's Floor- out soon

Young Adult Books
Dangerous Designs – Book I
Vampire in Denial – Book I of Blood Ties
Gem Stone Mystery Series- out soon
In Cassie's Corner- soon

Non-Fiction Books
Career Essentials: The Resume
Career Essentials: The Cover Letter
Career Essentials: The Interview
Career Essentials: 3 in 1

Buy links:




23 October 2011

Guest Cassandre Dayne!

Hey, folks! Today, I have the privilege of interviewing Cassandre Dayne, author of the upcoming Raging Shadows and Red Fire Surrender in addition to a slew of backlist titles. Enjoy!

*CAUTION: The excerpt below is X-Rated and steamy*

One more thing: One lucky commenter can win one of these e-books, so don't forget to leave some love!

Please tell the readers a little about yourself: I am a writer using three pseudonyms. Cassandre is the wicked girl who writes very erotic pieces including everything from BDSM to ménage, group sex to toys and het sex and same sex pieces. I also try and infuse some paranormal and thriller type situations for the readers to enjoy.

How about your latest release? Well there are two including Red Fire – Surrender and Raging Shadows – they are both paranormal in that they have vampires but both have a sexy twist. In Red Fire – it’s a trilogy about a human cop and a Russian vampire who not only have to work together to solve some horrific crimes but the cop is beginning to understand the power of his wants and they include BDSM in a relationship. Now of course there’s a sexy back story about the future and how these two creatures are required to interact. In Raging Shadows – take a Ouija Board, a woman who not only believes in but sees and experiences ghosts and two sexy male vampire lovers who own a BDSM club catering to all things kinky and human and you have a heated story with a not so Happy Ever After ending.

What was your primary inspiration for this book? I’ve always loved creatures of the night since I was a kid watching Dark Shadows. I love vampires and wanted to create a twist.

Do you have any muses? Other than my dogs – not really.

Do you control your characters or do they flog you into shape? Depends – I dream in color and I dream about them many times and about their lives. That’s how I develop the majority of my stories.

When you write, is there a special routine you follow? Other than getting the routine of business done including blogs, guest blogs, postings, marketing, tweeting etc done – no. I can write anywhere during anything. I do love to write to head banging music.

If you could be one animal, person, or at a place for a day what/who/where would it be? I would love to be behind the lives of a Golden Retriever for one wild adventure.

Five random facts about you: I love the color red to a fault and most dresses I own are red. I love Goth and heavy metal music. I am allergic to chocolate but could eat cheese until I pass out. I have comedies and prefer action and adventure. I love men of all shapes and flavors.

Are you working on any new releases later this year? Yes – about seven. I have two others coming out with Naughty Nights and one in an anthology collection IF I can get that finished – Forged Fantasies and Mr. Mistletoe. With Rebel Ink Press I have Sinful By Design and St. Nick’s Night of Xstasy and Shattered – a very grueling piece m/m piece as Cassandre and one with my other pseudo as well.

Anything else you’d like to say? I love writing and in truth couldn’t do any of this without the love and care of both Gina from Naughty Nights Press and “E” from Rebel Ink Press.

Contact info:

http://kindlegraph.com/authors/bethanyhalle

Excerpt from Red Fire Surrender (Available October 30th):

BLURB
Jax Steele was a haunted man. A Detective by trade, damning visions of a wretched event had taken not only his soul but also the family he loved dearly. Living a shadowed life, he accepted every wretched case given with a vengeance, determined to right the wrongs of his horrible past. When young men began showing up slaughtered like animals, the nightmares began all over again pulling him into his own private hell. All clues led to an elusive erotic artist of Russian decent who enjoyed the dark arts of BDSM and Jax believed he’d found his killer, yet intense hungers buried deep within were awakened and he wanted nothing more than to become Aleks’ student.

Aleksandr Vasiliev carried dark secrets of his own. A monster to some, the vampire had forsaken his past and the family regime in search of a new life away from murdering humans. Unfortunately his previous subjects turned up gutted and he was the only suspect. As Jax and Aleks forged a bond to try and find the murderer, each suspected something that neither could control. As the power of domination and control swirled around their relationship, Jax was forced to face not only his ugly past but also hungers that burned deep in his soul. Betrayed, Aleks was determined to save Jax, his true mate but powerful vampires from his past threatened not only his lover but the entire human race. In a race against time, few would survive.

EXCERPT
     Aleks sighed, enjoying the boy’s timid touch, languishing in the feel of his deft fingers as they explored. “Perhaps you’re hungry yourself, boy. I can tell you’re hungry for my thick cock pumping inside that hot mouth of yours.”
     Matt moaned as he slid his fingers further inside Aleksanr’s pants, hitting the blood engorged tip.
     “That’s it, touch me.” Pushing Matt to his knees, Aleks unfastened his linen pants, unzipping slowly as he gazed down into the boy’s glassy eyes. There was a spark of need, a wanton desire that Aleks knew Matt would never admit, yet as the boy licked his lips in anticipation of the prize that dangled in front of his face, Aleks could clearly see that the boy wanted to feast.
     A single cry of longing rushed past the boy’s swollen lips at Matt reached out, taking Aleks’ throbbing thick cock into his hands. Caressing, he began shaking as Aleks inched forward.
     “Take me boy and suck me before I ravage your sweet little body.”
     Matt crawled closer and darted his tongue out tasting Aleksandr’s cock for the first time. His actions tentative, he licked slowly, his tongue sliding across the sensitive slit.
     The sensations of pleasure trickled down Aleks’ spine. “Don’t tease me, boy.” Aleks tipped his head back, thrusting his hips forward until Matt took him firmly in one hand, gliding his fingers up and down his thick cock, grazing his balls and raking his nails across the sensitive underside. “Very nice.”
    Matt shuddered and lowered his head, tracing a slow circle around the cock head, his motions wavering and his hands shaky. He inched forward allowing his mouth to engulf the entire tip, using his strong jaw muscles to begin suckling as his tongue continued its lazy path.
     Aleks closed his eyes and allowed the delicious feelings to roar in frantic motions through his body reminding him that he could still enjoy such sinful pleasure, such titillating actions. He pressed his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into Matt’s mouth as the boy suckled with more verve. Aleks pulled out and held still waiting to see what Matt would do as he glanced down catching a whiff of his personal eye candy. The boy’s startling scent of musky tang awakened every nerve ending.
     Matt snaked his hands around Aleks’ hips, cupping his buttocks and slowly moved forward to engulf half Aleksandr’s cock, suckling and licking faster, drawing him in inch by inch. He squeezed Aleks’ balls and groaned.
     “That’s it, take me. Take all of me down, boy.” Aleks growled and thrashed his head from side to side as his needs grew to a demanding state, desperate to be fed. His patience waning, he thrust his hips forward nearly strangling Matt as he struggled to keep the frantic pace. In and out he plunged, fucking the boy’s mouth, his movements becoming manic, his blood racing.
     Matt sucked and licked allowing his mouth to be fucked harder as Aleks’ cock hit the back of his throat again and again. He whined around the massive shaft as Aleks pressed deeper and harder.
     Aleks growled, the dangerous timbre echoing throughout the dense space, bounding off the thin walls and he gripped the boy’s golden locks, fucking his mouth in a barbaric manner. “Boy, I long to come inside that pretty little mouth of yours but I need more. I must have all of you.” Still, he kept the wild pace thrusting with long powerful strokes, in and out, back in and all the way out until he could stand it no longer. Jerking Matt to his feet he thrust him over the cold steel bench meant for bondage and whipping and pressed his legs as far apart as his body would allow. Aleks palmed his hand down from Matt’s neck to his chiseled shoulders and down further to caress his back, kneading his waist.
     Matt shivered as he gripped the other side of the table and whimpered, arching his back with each touch. He panted and tilted his head as if trying to understand.
     Aleks slid his fingers down the crack of Matt’s ass, guiding his cheeks apart and inching his finger inside the boy’s tight hole.
     “No! I…no…” Whimpering, his voice barely a whisper, Matt struggled as Aleks pressed him further into the table.
     “I won’t hurt you.” He pushed his finger inside, passing the tight muscle ring as the boy squirmed. Pulling out, Aleksandr leaned down and pressed kisses across the heat of his back allowing his fangs to graze over Matt’s tender skin. He licked a line across the boy’s glistening neck as the taste of him frazzled his remaining senses. He was losing control. Aleks slid his finger back in and out, adding a second finger and a third, now thrusting harder with each stroke.
     “Oh…I…” His cries of anguish became moans of passion and with each new plunge of his fingers Matt met his driving hand, trusting his hips back to meet the hungry demand.
     Aleks hissed as the beast rose, driving him to the point of no return. Growling as the manic frustration of who he was and the thirst that ravaged his entire system, he placed his cock to the boy’s ass and pressed forward, sliding in and waiting as Matt’s muscles clenched around the invasion. Aleksandr’s entire system rocketed to a place of sheer ecstasy, a blazing rapture that consumed and stilled his very being. His hunger had to be sated, his need fulfilled. He snarled, his fangs nipping his bottom lip and pushed forward.
     “No…no…no!” The boy’s cries of rapture now becoming frantic, Matt clawed the table as his body shook accepting Aleks’ thick cock.
     Aleks tilted back his head as he plunged the entire length of his shaft deep inside his ass and roared allowing the beast to take him. Pummeling into him, he thrust harder and faster driving into the very heart of the boy. Slam after slam he plunged, his dick swelling inside the boy until the ache that burned his very soul took his remaining sanity, his remaining humanity. As the two needs collided in a shattering reverie of electric current that thrashed through his body and showered the body with powerful jolts, he jerked Matt’s head and lowered his face, slicing his fangs into the side of the boy’s neck.
     The scream was quickly squelched the moment his rich life saving blood flowed into Aleks’ greedy mouth. Matt clawed the table frozen from the intensity of the actions and his body began thrashing up and down in frenetic motions on the table, hitting with echoing thuds.

22 October 2011

Review: The Apocalypse Gene

I got the chance to read a fantastic book recently, and here's the review. Enjoy!

The Apocalypse Gene, by Suki Michelle and Carlyle Clark


With Pandemic ravaging the globe, Olivya's psychic Sight compels her to see auras riddled with the colors of despair and now her mother is infected.

Olivya’s only hope is the mysterious Mikah, a powerful Empath who claims the Pandemic is linked to his clan, the Kindred, and their brooding, monstrous, Immortal Lord. But how can she trust a boy who can manipulate her very emotions?

With Mikah's aid, Olivya races to unearth Kindred secrets, desperate to find a cure, only to discover . . . the Pandemic is far, far more than a mere disease.

What a fantastic read. This book kept me hooked from beginning to end, and it’s rare for a story to do that.

We open with Olivya doing her daily duties as part-time caretaker in the hospice her mother runs from their home in Hospice Row. After the Pandemic has riddled the world with a super cancer with no known cure, many are left with no choice but to relegate themselves to a Hospice to live out their last days.

Very quickly, we’re introduced to Olivya’s fiery personality. She is never one to disappoint, and I found myself laughing at some of the things she spouts off with during the course of this story. When she meets her crush from school, Mikah, her world opens to something she never saw coming.

This is a young adult book, and aptly written to intrigue and delve into a world filled with the impossible. The authors created splendid creatures, a desolate world void of life and filled with danger, and a subculture teeming with vile characters. We’re not left lacking of fights or fantastic weaponry, either, and though there are some bits in the story that seem to be completely unbelievable the authors weave them in so we can see how they fit.

Overall, I’ll let my kiddo read this any day, and rest assured that her mind will fly with fanciful dreams. Let the imagination spark, and allow Suki and Carlyle to carry you into diseased Chicago.


19 October 2011

Sloane

Wednesday! Here's my offering, and don't forget to check out the other great flashers this week!


Sloane peered out from beneath her bangs at the charcoal black sky. Another storm moving in. Perfect cover for her, even if it meant rusted weapons. She ducked back under the cover of her tent in the throwaway camp of the rogues.
She fingered the chain on her neck. The teeth hanging from the crude rope clinked together as they settled against her pale skin. Sloane could recite who she’d taken each tooth from and how she’d killed them.

Sloane had an excellent memory.

“Hey,” said a soft voice from her right.

Sloane’s head swung around in a slow motion to meet the dark eyes of her oldest comrade, Mikhail. His skin beaded with sweat in the swelling humidity as he crouched next to her. “Mikhail,” she replied. “Any news?”

“You always ask me of nothing but news.” He chuckled and elbowed her. “It’s as though we have no friendship.”

“Our friendship runs strong, and you know it. But we have everything to do and nothing to lose. What news?”

He nodded. “Father is preparing the Breeders for a fresh round of child bearing. But he’s still not sure if Flint can make a son or not.”

Sloane snorted and sat back on her haunches with a gleam in her eye. “Of course he won’t. He never has. I wonder why?”

“Well,” Mikhail said as he stretched his legs out in front of him. “They say he can’t keep up.”

A siren interrupted Sloane’s giggles and they sat up and leaned into the steady downpour. Four of the leaders stood in the clearing looking for them. Sloane walked towards them slowly, eyes following their movements.

“You called?”

The closest one to her spun on his heel and stared at her. “You scared me, Sloane.”

“Not hard to do,” she mused, and fingered the teeth around her neck. “Am I adding to my collection tonight?”

They backed away collectively as she caressed the sharp point of the bone awl hanging loosely from her belt. “Yes,” said the eldest. “We have a new assignment for you and Mikhail.”

*  *  *  *

The high fence loomed in darkness, only a sliver of light peeking over the side from a security lamp on the other side. Sloane stood, hands on her hips, and looked over the smooth stone.

“Well, Mikhail,” she whispered. “Shall we?”

“Shouldn’t we search for an easier route in?” He looked doubtful.

“Why?” She used a tree for leverage and swung her feet up the wall until she perched in the high branches and peered over the wall. Mikhail, shaking his head, landed neatly beside her. She pressed a finger to her lips and pointed.

A man sat in the gardens, alone and unaware of their presence. His muscled back shifted as he sighed and leaned forward to pick a flower from the ground. Sloane jumped to the ledge of the fence and cocked her head.

“Oh, sweet flower,” the man said, his deep voice betraying the pain he felt. “We’re both out here, in the cold, alone.” He turned the petals over in his fingers and held it to the moonlight. “Now that I’ve picked you, you’ll die. And now that he’s picked me, I’ll die.”

Sloane dropped to the ground, Mikhail on her heels. The man heard their feet and turned, dropping the flower to the ground. “Who’s there?”

Ignoring her friend’s hands, Sloane stepped into the moonlight. “Who are you?” She looked at him inquisitively, ignoring his defensive stance.

“Who are you?” he retorted. A look dawned across his face. “Oh. No, no, no. You’re that assassin girl. You’ve come to kill me.”

She snorted and shifted forward so quickly the man had trouble following her movements. She ran a hand across his back and he shivered. “Cold hands, warm heart,” she murmured, fascinated with the way his skin flexed. “Are you Father?”

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Elyzabeth M. VaLey (m/f)
http://inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/

16 October 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

I'm going to switch it on back to Billie for a few weeks, seeing as she releases soon. Here we go:


In the last room in the house sat a wolf. He glanced at me with beautiful blue eyes and then looked away as though ashamed of himself. I stepped into the room and angled my head to look at him. "Hello, wolf," I said, expecting a response. He stood, shaking his fur out to alleviate the dust and approached me slowly, circling and sniffing my hair. Standing still, I wasn't fearful of him at all.

Have a happy week, and don't forget to save those ta-ta's! :)

14 October 2011

Tour Stop: Benefits Of Sharing

Hi, folks! Today, I'm pleased to welcome Leslie Lee Sanders, author of Benefits of Sharing. First things first, to follow is a review of this novella and then the author's post on making time to write. Enjoy!

Review:

Cara Matthews is about to turn thirty, and for her, it’s the death of her youth and the beginning of the dull years. Her husband, James, is aware of her sudden grief and surprises her with something that should take her mind off of aging: young Isaac. Maybe Isaac can help Cara create her very own wild and crazy experience to share—in more ways than one—and help her transition smoothly from her twenties to her thirties. Cara is all too eager to finally experience the excitement she’s been desperately craving, but she’s also a little skeptical. Exactly who is Isaac, and why is he so eager to please?


I immediately connected with Cara from the first sentence of the story. Any reformed smoker will understand the anxiety she's feeling as she sucks on the end of a pencil in a vain effort to gain some cathartic puff.


This story is short and sweet, and makes for a smooth afternoon read. The author created a fantastic scenario and played it out in a steady progression. Fair warning: If you're not into the erotic side of romance, you might reconsider this one.


Sanders created several vivid scenes in this, and captured the emotions the character is feeling quite well. I enjoyed the story.


Guest post:



Making Time to Write

It would be great to spit out several novellas and a couple of novels a year like some fiction writers do. I would have something new for readers every month or so. However, I've always been a one-release-a-year type of writer. I just can't find the time to write.

Tending to three daughters, (one of which just turned a year old) a husband, and my job as a home health aide, leaves me with minimal time to write my sexy romances.

When I finally sit down to write, I write slow because I think about what I want to put down before I put it down. And thinking about how I want the story to go takes up a bit of my time.

Then I have to promote my recent release, which means I'm writing blogs and interviews, trying to keep current with my website and stay on the social networking scene as well. It all takes time away from my current WIPs. So as a result I end up releasing a book or two a year.

As a writer, one of the must-have skills is time management. You have to know how to dissect your time so everything gets done and you see progress in all your duties. And although all my duties get attention, it still takes me a long time to finish a novel.

But I'm determined to write. I mean, that's what I do. I write erotic fiction for my own escape and to provide others with an escape. Slow or not, I'll always make time to write.

Author Bio
The author of several books of fiction and fiction with spice, Leslie Lee Sanders spends most of her time writing erotic romances mostly in the MM and MMF categories. She currently has two books available for the late teen readers and several erotic romances published as e-books and in print.

Links
Author Website & Blog: www.leslieleesanders.com
Free MMF erotic serial Three’s a Crowd online at: http://www.threesacrowd3.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/leslieleesanders



And, hey! Be sure and stop by the next visit on this tour with CBLS promo at http://reviewsbymolly.com!



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