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Here’s a look at two new covers.

Strange Hollow: Seducing a Wallflower ?(Cover by April Martinez) Coming soon to Liquid Silver Books:

Cover for Bedtime Stories:?Inspiration (Cover By Renee George) Coming Soon to Changeling Press April 1st (yes, I know, LOL):

Hello again. Here’s a scene from Renato’s Dragon found in the Vampiropolis Collection, OUT NOW at Changeling Press!

Pick the song that should be playing during the scene for a chance to win a book from my backlist. Winner will be announced at 8pm EST Sunday. Good Luck!

(Added Author Note: This was the inspiration for the beach setting. I found the image on Google. This shot is different than the one I found, mine was closer more ground level, but it’s the same beach. Pic: http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2342108500011516490FxgsdM)

A warm breeze tangled in Renato’s hair as he looked toward the shore. His toes squirmed in the soft, powdery, white sands of the beach. Gentle, turquoise blue waters lapped the shore as he sighed in contentment. A gust of warm air tugged the sides of his shirt back. Shrugging out of the thin material, Renato let the silken fabric fall to the sandy shore as he walked toward the water. He undid the belt of his pants, pulling it through the loops and letting it drop to the ground. Next to go were his pants, puddling around his ankles. Renato walked nude toward the water, dipping his toe into the warm waters of the private beach.

?Just the right temperature,? he sighed, before wading further into the ocean. The water gently splashed against his body as the sun shone brightly overhead. High cliffs surrounded the location, secluding the beach even further. Breathing in the sweet, salty air, he closed his eyes and dove under the warm water. The liquid flowed over his skin like silk, softly caressing him. He swam up, head breaking the surface. Treading water, Renato looked around.

His gaze fell upon the shore. He sucked in a breath. Magda lay on a blanket on the beach. Her caramel body seemed to glimmer in the sunlight. Her head was tilted back, body elevated on her elbows, dusky-tipped breasts thrust upward toward the sun. Magda’s legs were spread apart slightly. He yearned to see the slick petals of her pussy. He groaned. Heat flooded his body, his stomach tightened, and blood rushed to his cock. Renato began to swim to shore as quickly as possible, arousal riding him hard.

Once his feet touched the bottom, Renato rushed toward her, panting. Water slid slowly down his body but he didn’t notice. All of Renato’s focus was on her. His gaze drifted over Magda’s naked body. She opened her eyes, narrowing them. Balancing on one elbow, Magda raised a hand to create a visor to block out the sun. A smile appeared on her face, and Renato’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. That smile paralyzed him. Pushing herself up into a seated position, she crossed her legs. Renato finally regained the ability to move and walked closer until he stood before her, blocking the sun completely.

?Ren,? she sighed softly. Joy sparkled in her eyes and he felt like crying. Over the years Renato had dreamed of her but she had always faded away before he was able to get so close. This time the image stayed put, even said his name as if happy to see him.

?Magda,? he replied, voice gruff with arousal, cock throbbing, heart pounding. She stood up and he looked at her. Magda only came up to his chest. Down her back in waves was a spill of dark brown hair. He reached out and threaded his fingers in the thick silk, savoring the weight and feel of it. It was just as he remembered. His vision blurred with tears.

?I never stopped loving you or hoping you were alive,? he whispered, almost afraid to say it out loud for fear the dream wouldn’t let him unburden his heart. ?I never wanted to stop looking for you. I just couldn’t?? His voice halted as a sob rose up. He didn’t want to cry. No, Renato just wanted to love her.

?Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. No tears.? Standing on tiptoe, Magda placed kisses on Renato’s chest. She ran her hands over his sides, slowly, up and down. He took a handful of hair and pulled Magda’s head back gently. Renato lowered his head, brushing her lips once, twice, before pulling back.

?Are you real?? he whispered, as he rested his head against hers.

?As real as you want me to be, my love,? Magda murmured, giving him a light kiss. Pulling back slightly, she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips. Renato’s mouth opened, his tongue slipping out to touch the tip of hers, before sliding alongside the muscle. She moaned as his tongue sank into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. The muscles swirled and writhed against each other as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled Magda against his body, giving into the arousal flowing through him, the sweet, musky scent of her swirling around them. He felt his blood turn to lava as the need came to the surface.

Their lips moved against each other hungrily. Renato trailed his fingertips down the back of her neck and Magda moaned. She gripped his hips, pulling him closer, grinding against his erection. Growling, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He scraped the tips of his fangs against the plump flesh. The kiss became more passionate as Renato pulled away long enough to scoop her up in his arms, laying her down on the blanket. Magda wrapped her arms around him, fingernails scraping his scalp as she urged his head down.

He covered her body with his, sighing at the feel of her curves against his hardness. The diamond tips of her breasts pressed against his chest. She rubbed her body against his as his hips moved forward on a thrust. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, sliding against the softness of her stomach. He needed to be inside of her, to feel her cunt clamp down on him, wrapping around his cock like a tight, hot, velvet glove. Balancing on one hand, he grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Her knees came up as she tilted her pelvis toward him. He looked back up at her and their eyes met.

?Watch me as I enter you.? He could feel her moist heat against the thick crest of his shaft. Swallowing, Renato tried to rein in the need to thrust into her hard. He watched her pussy swallow the mushroom head of his cock. Her walls clenched just around it. Renato groaned, closing his eyes for just a second before moving forward, inch by inch. He slowly tortured them both by retreating bit by bit and then thrusting forward slowly. Moaning, he took his eyes off of where they were joined to look up at her. Magda pinched and rolled her nipples, golden-green eyes narrowed in passion. He growled, wanting to taste one of the tight tips.

Releasing one of her nipples, she held one breast up to him. ?Suck it,? Magda ordered. Renato’s only response was a growl before lowering his head. He took the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging it into his mouth. Renato’s tongue flicked over the nub. Magda moaned, her free hand digging into his hair. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward, hard. Renato was now balls deep inside of her. Pausing, he continued to suckle her breast, scraping the sensitive bud with the tip of his fang. Her body shivered underneath him. ?Renato,? she moaned.

Sucking more of her breast in his mouth, he ran his tongue around the tight nubbin. Renato released her nipple with a soft pop. He gave the bud one last flick before kissing his way upward. He laid soft kisses along her shoulder before choosing a spot. He pulled back his head, opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs into the thick muscle of her shoulder. Magda cried out. Her cunt clenched around him tightly as her blood flooded his mouth. Renato withdrew only to slam into her hard. He pounded her pussy as he drank her blood.

The hot, spicy flavor flooded his taste buds. Magda’s nails raked his back as she met his thrusts with ones of her own. Their bodies moved together in a slick glide and a grind of flesh. Bodies slapping against each other, nothing else mattered. The sounds of the world faded as his world view narrowed onto Magda. Her taste, scent, the feel of her skin against his, the way her hot, wet, tight velvet sheath felt around him, the pain of her nails raking down his back.

Fire blazed a trail up his spine. Renato’s balls drew closer to his body, his cock twitching inside of her. He was so close to coming. Lifting his head, blood dribbling down his chin, dripping onto her chest, he came, spurting deep inside her slick channel. Magda’s pussy contracted around him, squeezing his cock greedily for every drop of his seed. Renato continued to thrust until his balls were empty. Balancing on one hand, he wiped away the traces of blood from his lips before lowering his face to her. Kissing Magda tenderly, Renato’s tears mingled with the sweat and blood.

?Magda? why did you leave me?? Renato whispered, resting his forehead on top of hers, his warm breath wafting over her face. He gazed into her green eyes, the golden flecks dancing before him.

?I love you.? Her voice was a soft sigh, like a gentle breeze, as Magda’s image faded away beneath him. Crying out in anguish, Renato scrambled up. Resting on his haunches, gazing up at the sky, he let out a pained scream. He was all alone on the beach now, the waves lapping against the shore lazily, the wind caressing his bare flesh softly. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Magda was gone, gone to a place that he couldn’t follow.

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One of my favorite aspects of the Urban Fantasy genre is the rise of the smart mouthed kick-ass heroine who is vulnerable and strong; emotional and tough; and can fight bad guys wearing stylish heels. (This is where I reveal that Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my personal hero.)

Another aspect that I often enjoy is the tortured male hero, one who is torn between light and shadow, and who often falls in love with the one destined to kill his kind. (Angel/Spike ? pick your faves here).

Urban Fantasy allows both writers and readers to explore hyper-realistic worlds grounded in a familiar reality, and while super strength may combat super evil, real human emotions are still at the core of every conflict. And of course, there?s the ass-kicking of bad guys. My favorite part.

I?d like to share a few ass-kicking passages from my? Urban Legend Collection released by Changeling Press last year. This is my take on the classic ?chosen to save humanity? super heroines and the tortured heroes who loves them.

From Urban Myth:

She?d die before they turned her.

The vamp grunted as she fisted the dark slimy threads of his hair in her hand and pulled with enough force for his neck to snap. Metal pierced his throat. His blood spilled on her just as another claimed his place. She rolled with him; managed to keep her throat away from his fangs, managed to rip through her tee shirt and wraparound so the black material hung open, the poison pellets sewn into the tatters close enough, if she could just reach down.

The vamp was on her. She couldn?t buck off his leering grin and crushing weight. This was it. She ripped at a pellet with one hand, her other arm weakening by the second from holding off his face from hers. His weight pressed between her legs in a sick parody of sex, his eyes dark and — There. The poison was in her hand as her arm gripping a?sai was pressed between their bodies, useless now. She shoved the pill into her mouth and watched his fangs descend onto her.

Then he was limp as something wet spilled on her belly. Above him, she saw a sword and Rayan. Death was in her mouth. She looked at him, pissed and dangerous, as he pushed the dead vampyre off her. Vamp blood soaking her clothes, she spat out the poison before launching herself at Rayan, plastering her mouth to his, kissing him. She couldn?t stop kissing him.

From Urban Fantasy:

He could not harm her. The scar that had been burned onto his face was testament to his own weakness. Now, as she stared at him with cool, distrusting eyes while her arousal scented the air, Jake wondered if he would have the strength to do what he could not a century ago.

He took in more of her scent, and ignored the growing bulge between his legs. His sword in his hand, Jake faced her, took his stance, and pointed the blade at the delicate hollow of her throat. Her face had smoothed of all emotion. She sunk low into a back stance, and brought her sword across her body so he would have to reach for her.

Clever. Her sword was longer, giving her an advantage. Making him reach for her, she set him up to lose his balance, leaving him open for a cut or throw. The Hanako he knew didn?t bother much with strategy, counting instead on speed, strength and balance.

Now she waited.

He raised an eyebrow, motioned for her to start. She stood death-still. His sword was cold and heavy in his palms as he leapt forward, silent, swift. Steel sang as their blades slid on each other?s edges.

He?d cut her. On the shoulder, just a small shallow nick. He was surprised that she allowed it. The scent of cherry blossoms mixed with blood, teasing his focus with sharp fingernails.

His next move forward was blocked by her sword cutting into his; he parried right before it sliced his ribs. The sting from it was like a lover?s bite. Her eyes shone silver as she attacked again, slipping under his blade, and nearly gave him a matching scar under his eye. Her sword was lightning swift in those small hands.

They were both bleeding now, the scent of her arousal and her blood thickening his cock to an almost painful ache. Keeping steel fists over his raging blood, Jake watched for openings while they danced for death. There was no fear in her eyes, and yet the small pulse in her neck beat wildly almost as if begging for his mouth. There were no sounds save for singing steel and measured breathing.

With control like icy water in his lungs, careful not to cut her skin, Jake slid the flat of his blade over her nipple. She froze for one small moment, looked down as if expecting blood. He watched the leather of her top strain over heaving breasts. Under it, he could see her nipples beading.

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About Fiona:

iona Jayde is a space pilot, a ninth degree black belt in three styles of martial arts, a computer hacker, a mountain climber, a jazz singer, a weight lifter, a superspy with a talent for languages, and an evil genius.

All in her own head.

In life, she is an author of kickass, action packed romances, possesses a brown belt in Tae Kwon Do and blue belt in Aikido, a web developer, scared to death of heights, loves jazz piano, can bench-press about 20 pounds — with effort, speaks English and Russian fluently, and when not plotting murder and mayhem enjoys steamy romance novels, sexy spy thrillers, murky mysteries and movies where things frequently blow up.

She can be contacted through her website at www.fionajayde.com

Hi Everyone!

Look three blogs in one month, wow! LOL.?A few things, first Changeling Press has contracted my next Dawg Town Story called First Snow which will deal with Robbie and Kitty. *Grin*

My writer’s block is over. Yaaaay, I’m so happy. I’ve also started a new story which I hope to finish soon and have turned into my editor ASAP. Just been dealing with a few things lately. Buut, I will be at the Authors After Dark Convention the 23rd-24th. I hope to see you there. It looks like it’s going to be an awesome gathering.

I’m putting together two bags as prizes. The first one is a pink plaid weekender bag filled with print books, promo and some awesome stuff. The other bag is a beachy/tote bag filled with promo, print books and stuffed animals. *Grin*. Hopefully I can get some cool swag at the Con to give away to you guys.

Now for a Contest that is currently going on. Check out Wick’d Reads for an awesome contest. I’m giving away the Tartan Interlude candle. Go here for the details.

Next Week I’ll have a whole bunch of fabu Guest Bloggers and the theme this week is Urban Fantasy. I hope you’re as excited as I am.

Soon the site will be getting another makeover and I’ll be getting a forum. I’m so excited. Once it’s up and running and everything is as it should be I’ll let you guys know. Squee!

I’ll be posting one or two new polls.

Se

At Drogan?s Command, Out Now at Changeling Press, Use Coupon Code DROGAN01 to get 5% off of your order at checkout.

Blurb:

One little disc . . .

One little disc contains the only evidence of Rena’s wanton weekend where she enacted every sexual fantasies she’s ever had and a few about her crush Drogan Carter, Captain of the Hades’ Helmet. What will she do when the disc falls into the wrong hands?

When Drogan finds the disc and watches the contents, at first he feels guilt but soon that turns to need. He wants the carefree, sexual woman on the disc and in his bed. He forms a plan that will get her right where he wants her . . . at his command.

Buy Link:

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Excerpt:
At Drogan?s Command
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ?2008 Selena Illyria

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

The captain came toward her, his expression softened. ?Please don?t make me interrogate you. Please don?t push me to do this,? he pleaded in a deep baritone, edged with gruffness.

She shook her head. ?I didn?t know,? she whispered. Every nerve in her body was alive and on fire.

?Release her. I?ll be questioning her alone.?

The other robots let her go and left the cell. The door slid closed with a soft whoosh. The captain started to undress, unbuckling his weapons belt. He placed the strap gently on a nearby table. He then stripped to the waist. He grabbed a chair and placed it before her and pointed to it.

?Undress and sit down,? he ordered in a deep gruff baritone. With shaking hands she began to undress, her clothing hitting the floor. She moved to the chair, sat down and crossed her legs. The robot walked around her slowly, then bent down and placed his hands on the back of her chair, leaning in close.

?If you won?t cooperate, I will have to make you do what I say.? His voice was a low, husky whisper. ?Now, uncross your legs and spread them. I want to see your sweet pussy. I can smell your desire. I know you want this, you want me. You can?t deny it.?

She uncrossed her legs slowly and then spread them, waiting for his next command. He pulled back. The tips of his fingers brushed her cheeks before he straightened to his full height.

He finished undressing. His thick cock sprang up, the head an angry purplish red color. She missed seeing the pearlescent drop of desire at the slit. Although his cock looked lifelike enough, she wanted the real thing. She gave herself a mental shake, imagining it was Drogan before her and not an android programmed for her pleasure. This was her fantasy, the only way she would ever make her secret dreams and desires come true. Taking a deep breath, she watched as the android walked over to one of the cell?s windows, ripping down one of the curtains that framed the barred fa?ade.

He walked over to her, the delicate shredded opaque cloth trailing behind him, his cock bobbing gently with each step. He walked around her to the back of the chair.

?Bring your hands together until your palms are touching.?

Her heartbeat sped up, hammering against her rib cage as he wrapped the ripped curtain around her wrists, tying them together tightly. She tested her bonds and found she couldn?t get free. He walked into her line of vision. His cock appeared before her face. She blinked, remembering her other fantasies that had been played out. Three men at once, two men in several different positions. She shivered. He came closer until his cock was only mere inches away from her face.

Her mind conjured Drogan before her. If he had been in front of her, she would have kissed the tip of his shaft before she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the crest. She wanted to taste him, inhale the musky male scent of him. The man before her dropped to his knees. She looked down and watched as he placed his hands on each of her knees, spreading them further apart. Her heart beat out of control. Rena forgot how to breathe. Sweat beaded on her brow as the android between her thighs moved closer to her pussy. Time seemed to still as she waited for his first touch. A jolt of electricity went through her as the tip of his tongue trailed over the seam of her nether lips. She jumped but did not make a sound. He teased her slowly, taking his time as he explored her sex. With his thumbs he pulled back her nether lips, exposing the aching bud. She stilled, waiting for his next move.

?You want this, don?t you? You want me to suck your clit??

?Yes.? She didn?t care that her voice had come out shaky and breathless.

He gently flicked the nub with just the tip of his tongue. Heat skittered through her body with that all too brief touch.

?Tell me what I need to know and I?ll give you what you need.?

?I can?t tell you what I don?t know. Please, just fuck me,? she pleaded.

He flicked her clit again and pulled back. ?No.?

?Drogan, please fuck me.? She didn?t even realize her slip until it was too late. She was going off script. She had never specified who the captain was supposed to be. She couldn?t take it back now, wouldn?t take it back. All day long on the ship she saw him and when she closed her eyes, she saw him in her dreams. This was her time to finally live out the fantasies she could never have with him in reality.

She looked down at the android that moved his head back to her pussy.

?No,? flick, ?not until you,? lave, ?tell me,? lick, ?what I want,? swipe, ?to hear.?

She let out a frustrated growl, trying to move her hips forward as far as they would go. He pulled his head back and looked up at her.

?Tell me what I want to hear and I?ll fuck you,? he urged.

She shook her head. ?I can?t tell you anything. I don?t know.?

?Well, then the interrogation must continue.? He smiled at her. His head moved forward. His tongue continued the small torturous flicks. Electricity bounced around inside of her, each touch stoking the fire burning within her. She wanted to come so badly. She was unraveling, her empty cunt clenched on nothing. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to figure out a way to use his flicks to her advantage. Unfortunately her hands were tied behind her, and she could only lift them so far. She let out a strangled scream and the flicking stopped.

?Will you tell me the truth?? he asked. His dark red eyes seemed darker and a wicked smile curved his full mouth.

?I?ll tell you anything, anything. Just fuck me.?

He chuckled, a dark sound that spoke of untold hidden, wicked, sexy things that awaited her for cooperating. Without saying another word, he buried his head between her thighs, taking her clit between his teeth and sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. She rocked her hips against his mouth, riding his lips. Her orgasm twisted inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter until it broke free like a dam bursting. She screamed Drogan?s name at the top of her lungs.

But it wasn?t over, not by a long shot.

All night the android interrogated her, using his mouth, fingers and cock, bringing her to orgasm over and over again. By morning she was exhausted and confessed to things she had never done all in the name of coming. When she walked out of her fantasy suite, her legs wobbled and her body ached. She made her way to the front desk, waiting for them to check her out.

?I hope you enjoyed your time here. Please do come back any time, Ms. Morrigan.?

She nodded and smiled but doubted she would be coming back. She had lived out every one of her fantasies. There was nothing more to do. The receptionist looked up at Rena. The alien smiled, exposing short, sharp teeth, gazing up at Rena with large blue, pupilless eyes. She slid a small silver disc toward Rena.

?This is the account of your week with us. Payment has gone through. We assure you that we will be erasing your experience with us within twenty-four hours. Please do come back.?

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(This was written last night. I already voted. *Grin*

How are you? I know, I know, no blogging in how long? It’s been mostly chatting announcements, guests taking over the blog. But I’m back. I was going to do a blog about how dark is too dark as far as erotic romance and BDSM goes, but I’ll save that for another day. Anyway, I just thought I give a peek into my writing world and my personal world.

So my writing world . . .

For the most part, Mudslide (coming to Aspen Mountain Press Nov 14th) was the first story I’d finished in quite awhile. Tartan Mind is at a stand still, my muse isn’t feeling the kilty wolfies, I know! I’m shocked too, the bitch. She instead wants me to focus on fallen angels. *shrugs* So, I started Fallen Lover today, which should make Tuesday happy (will tell you more about that later). And things are going pretty well, 5k out of?15k. Yeah! I’m one third done. I discovered if I turn off the TV (I was watching Basilisk, it wasn’t helping) and put on music it really helped me. Music is fantastic, as I’ve said, for setting the mood for any scene.

Anyway, I got 5k done in one day. For me that’s a lot, since I haven’t been able to do that in such a long time. I’m so happy, overjoyed in fact. I’m writing again and it feels good. Now if people would stop filling my head with ideas *shoots a look over at Stella* I can finish up Tartan Mind and get to work on my next Del Fantasma story. I got a lovely idea while chatting with the fabu Dawn Montgomery (she has a Kitsune story out now at Changeling, ehhh! Kitsune, if you don’t know what it is, look it up). The idea just came to me and I’m so excited about it. Must write it first then sub it to Nik, more demons and maybe, hopefully, *crosses fingers* some hot oral foreplay action.

I love writing oral foreplay, as I said in a past blog. It’s so much fun.

Oral Foreplay, the Se Definition:

Oral Foreplay:

The act of using words to arouse without touching. Think phone sex without the touching yourself part.

What? Don’t give me that look. My fave oral foreplay scene is in Blood Claim: Trapped. *looks around for Morgan’s opinion*. I hope when you guys read it you’ll love it as much as I did.

One of my fav things and this happens a lot is when I get so into the story, the characters just take over. Although the characters normally take over during the sex scenes, hmmm, think they’re trying to tell me something?? Anyway, it’s always fun and surprising.

I’ve got to mention that this week Renato’s Dragon is out, Nov 7th. I’m excited about it. After I finished Discovering Passion, I began to think of the next story and an idea popped into my head for Renato and Magda. Originally Magda was going to be a phoenix but I scrapped that thought and she became what you will read in the story. Now I have?to?finish Aki’s story, unfortunately the characters aren’t cooperating but I’m sure after I use some of Cyn’s suggestions it will work out. Thank You Cyn. *Grin*

I just have to finish the other stories on my plate. I think I’ll get back to Aki’s story early December. Before I get off the subject of writing, I should mention that A Fling in Vampiropolis is up for an award, to vote you can go here (you do have to be a member of the group to vote):

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Romance_erotica_connection/surveys?id=12835875

I’m floored, honestly floored. I didn’t expect that. I went in intending to vote for some wonderful, talented friends of mine and found that surprise. Thank You to whoever nominated that story, I really appreciate it. And Thank You to everyone who voted, it means a lot.

Also, I will be taking over the Changeling Press Reader’s Loop from 6pm-8pm EST on the 5th, the topic Time Travel, so stop by, say hi and get some steamy excerpts from some talented people.

A peek into my personal world . . .

So for the past few months I’ve been fostering eleven kittens (you read right) and three adult cats. The kittens are from two separate litters from the two females out of the three adult?cats. At first it was chaos, the kittens were all over the place but luckily I got help?and a few weeks ago the youngest five kittens from the second litter got a foster home. Then last month the first litter of?now the six month olds?also found?a foster home. And this past Sunday, Mr. Gray, the only adult male, got adopted. *Big Grin*. He is such a sweetie, he’s like a dog in cat form. I’m so happy he got a home.

I’m going to miss him but I know he’s got a home and will be loved. Now all I need is the other two adults to be adopted and then the kittens. I know, I don’t have the kittens anymore but I still worry. The first litter was born in the back of my house, on or a little after Mother’s Day. I still remember them as tiny squirming cuties who hadn’t opened their eyes yet. I still remember the day that Regal, the last of the first litter, purred for me instead of trying to run away or bite me or scratch me.

Yeah, I’m attached but not so much that I want to keep them. I have a cat and she’s happy being my only cat. So that’s a no on adopting another cat. LOL. Hmm, think she’d be okay with a snake? I saw the cutest little ball python at Pet Co. on Saturday, then there was a really cool one that was orange with red eyes, I think he got adopted though. What? I like snakes and bats. Can a person have a bat as a pet? Hey those things are useful, summer time comes let him loose in the backyard, lowers the population of mosquitoes. No bug bites.?I want to build bat boxes. Gotta find time, if I do get the chance pray that I don’t injure myself.

Now you’ve gotten a peek into my?world and my weirdness, scared? LOL

My creative world . . .

So I’m trying to figure out what candle to do next, I still need to do one for Tartan Interlude (I already know what that candle should look like and the scent.), Dravian’s Seer ( I have an idea that involves the words shiny and silver and I know the scent I want), then there’s Renato’s Dragon (Another one I have an idea for and I know the scent). What I’m really drawn to is doing one for Mudslide, I have an idea and I’m pretty sure the fabu JFay can make it smell like a?Mudslide (If I react to the scent like I do to Sparkling Mimosa, you guys may not be getting this candle either, what? Sparkling Mimosa smells yummy!). I just have to figure out how to describe what I want. Just talked to JFay and she gave me a brilliant idea for the Mudslide candle, so that’s the next one to come out.

Contests:

I’m involved with the Bitten by Books Carnival for more info go here:

http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=1752

Also, I’m involved with Blood Kissmas (cool name yes?) contest.?For more info check out:

http://www.myspace.com/bloodykissmas

Okay that’s it for me, its Tuesday and today I get to vote. Also, on the 5th the wonderful Alyssa Brooks takes over my blog. *Grin* Please do stop by and comment. Hugs all around.

Selena

Buy Link:

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Excerpt:

Vampiropolis 2: Discovering Passion
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2008 Selena Illyria

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Xavier groaned as he stroked his cock. Sweat beaded his skin. He was on fire and needed release. An image of blonde hair and pale green eyes refused to leave his mind. Lida, his mind whispered. He tugged on his balls as he increased the grip on his shaft. He missed her so much. He’d had to leave her. If she’d known the truth, she would have followed him. He refused to put her in danger like that. But he couldn’t forget her; her musky perfume, her long ash blonde hair that fell halfway down her back, her icy green eyes darkening with passion after they kissed.

He wanted to be with her now, to feel her body against his, feel her lips moving against his mouth. Fuck her until they both couldn’t move. Fingers of heat slid up and down his spine as he arched his back. His orgasm was close. His balls tightened against his body. That telltale tingle began as his cock twitched in his hand. A stream of pearly fluid shot in the air, landing on his chest, stomach and arm.

“Lida,” he groaned aloud. He continued to pump his cock until his balls were empty and only small dribbles slipped down over his hand. Panting, he opened his eyes, blinking several times to clear his vision. The scent of sex filled the air. As sweat cooled on his body, his heartbeat returned to normal and his breathing became even. He could hear sirens outside of his window. Shouts and swearing floated out into the night. He released his limp shaft and sat up. Throwing his feet over the side of the creaking double bed, he stood and padded toward the small bathroom of his motel room.

The sound of a shot being fired outside caused him to pause. “Ah, the Sensual District. It’s good to be home,” he muttered, before he continued toward the bathroom. He ignored the chipped and cracking mirror and sorry excuse for light that was being given off by the naked bulb, blinking on and off in its weak attempt to do its duty. He turned the knobs of the shower and stepped inside the small, one-person stall. He didn’t even bother hissing at the feel of the freezing cold water pouring from the showerhead.

He needed to push the thoughts of Lida out of his mind and focus on the reason he was in a rundown motel room in the seedier side of Vampiropolis’ Sensual District. He was here to make a deal and continue on his quest to find out more about the founder of Vampiropolis, Hannibal. He had only two hours to make contact with the seller, and his cousin, Dr. Aki Seiko, was looking for him. She had eyes everywhere. If she discovered what he was up to, she would swoop down and steal the prize.

He was after Badr’s Journal, the account of an expedition that had supposedly found the fabled Lost District, or Hannibal’s District. Aki had scoffed at the idea that Badr’s Journal would help them find the Lost District, but she hadn’t been laughing when they found the Armband of Hannibal, now on display at the Vampiropolis Museum. Aki was just as obsessed with the history of Vamp City, Vampiropolis’ nickname, as Xavier was. The only difference was that Xavier was willing to break the rules to get what he wanted, and Aki wasn’t, although she wasn’t above stealing right out from under him when it suited her…

Blurb:

Lida Sandros is tired of the hamster-wheel-of-love dating scene. She wants someone to settle down and cuddle with — that is, until her ex-fiancé comes to town. But is he back for her — or the artifact she’s been given?

Xavier Hideo has always regretted hurting Lida. Danger’s an occupational hazard, and he walked out rather than put her at risk. When his profession and love collide, he realizes he needs Lida. But can he convince her to take a chance on love?

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Vampiropolis 2: Discovering Passion
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2008 Selena Illyria

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

The sounds of laughter and silverware clinking against china filled the room. The scene before Lida Sandros blurred together like a Monet painting viewed up close, and the noise seemed far off rather than all around her. She barely tasted her chocolate raspberry martini. Her shoulders felt heavy with fatigue. A spot over her right eye was throbbing lightly, signaling the beginning of a migraine.

She took a sip of her drink, then placed the glass back on the bar. Normally, she loved to watch the customers in Premiera’s dining room and guess their stories, but not tonight. She glanced down at her peep-toe shoes. “Hmmmm… I need a pedicure.”

“Your toes look fine.” A deep rumble next to her announced her brother’s arrival. Renato leaned down and embraced her in a warm hug, amusement sparkling in his piercing gray eyes. She sighed and relaxed in her older brother’s arms. His spicy aftershave soothed her nerves a bit. But only a bit.

“What’s wrong, Li?” he asked, pulling back and sitting down on the stool next to her. The bartender automatically placed Renato’s usual scotch on the rocks next to his elbow.

“I’m going to break up with Carlo. It’s not working out.”

“Has he done something wrong? Cheated on you? Said something inappropriate? I can fire him if you want.”

She shook her head.

“Lida, talk to me.”

She’d tried to talk to Lucian, but he was so besotted with Nevada, his new girlfriend, that she wasn’t getting through. Nevada had been more understanding.

“We’re both so busy. We barely see each other nowadays. Don’t get me wrong, he’s wonderful, but I just can’t… I feel like I’m being left behind. I’m too old to go traipsing around the world after a man who may one day turn around and tell me I’m not enough for him,” Lida said bitterly. Memories of past lovers surfaced in her mind. She shoved those away as the alcohol began to relax her.

She waited for Renato to argue with her. The sounds of laughing couples filled the silence that fell between them.

The hard planes of her brother’s visage softened as he took a sip of his Scotch. “I understand.”

Those two simple words made her heart leap. “You do?”

“Of course. You’ve found a home. You have your business, you’ve earned your respect. You have everything you want right here. Carlo is still searching. You want what Lucian and Nevada have.”

She blinked, surprised at how accurately he had read her, but then again Renato could read anyone. Well, almost anyone… “I just want to be loved by someone who understands me, wants me for me, and doesn’t want to change me for all the gold in the world.”

“I understand,” Renato repeated.

If it weren’t for her vampiric hearing she wouldn’t have heard him. She felt a sense of sadness for her brother compounding her own loneliness. “We’re two peas in a pod, huh? We’re both alone and lonely.”

She watched Renato’s features tighten and then relax. “We’re not alone. I have you and you have me, until…” He didn’t finish.

Hey everyone!

I just want to announce two more contracts. Changeling Press contracted the books:

Renato’s Dragon, the 3rd book in the Vampiropolis Series

and

Tartan Interlude

As soon as get the release dates, I’ll let you know.

More Blogging to come.

Selena