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Sizzling Snippet and Review: Flushed and Fevered 2: Making Demons Purr

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Blurb:

They will bind her to them in every way they can.

 

Seraphena, a black panther shifter and familiar, hasn’t had a night off in months. Between work, dealing with her mother, and issues with her leap, her life is one challenge after the next. So when she finally finds herself with a night to herself, the last thing she expects is spending it with her secret crushes, Carver and Thorn, demons and owners of her favorite café, The Java Demon. Neither does she expect what happens when you play high card strip with a couple of pros. They give her a hot game, a night to remember with a little kink on the side. But Sera knows it can’t last with all the complications in her life. The last thing she needs is having to explain two men at once—and demons at that.

 

Carver and Thorn have wanted Sera from the moment she first strolled into the Java Demon for her caffeine fix. Now that they have her in their life, they refuse to let her go. They will bind her to them in every way they can, fulfill her fantasies, and show her the love and support she needs. Nothing will stand in their way—not work, not her mother, not her pard. But it might be Sera herself who shuts them out if she can’t stand up to those who would dictate their love…

 

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“And if you’re a really good girl—and I mean a good girl—I’ll ask my best friend to join us. Him in your ass and me in your pussy.” Carver pressed his palm against her stomach and slipped it down until he covered her mound. “You want to be our good girl, don’t you?”

She nodded, unsure of what it would take to be that, but knowing that whatever it was she’d do it. He smiled and it felt as though the sun had come out. Heat radiated from his lips. She reached up to cup his face and bring him closer for a kiss, but he lifted his head.

“Tsk, tsk, not yet. I’m not finished.” He rolled his hips, rubbing his erection into her. The noises she made turned to moans. “Feel that? Every inch for you, used to pleasure you, fuck you, make you moan and scream and beg and cry out, to own you. I’ll sink into you over and over again, make you come so hard you’ll see stars. I’ll use toys, my fingers, my mouth, my tongue, my lips, my cock to worship you as you deserve. My beautiful one, I will never do to you what that bastard, Arthur, did to you.”

Sera jerked back. The fantasy faded away at the mention of her ex. How could he? She narrowed her eyes at him. “How do you know about Arthur? Only Mysta, Bridget, and Lana know what happened with him.”

Carver shrugged. “Word does get around, even if you don’t open that pretty mouth of yours. Besides, the asshole told anyone who would hear at the Harvest Festival about leaving you. But don’t worry, Thorn and I put him in his place.” A hard look entered Carver’s eyes, a darkness that glittered in the inky black of his irises. He gave her a dark smile.

Her nipples pebbled to the point of pain and she shivered. The arousal stirred to life. “Why would you do that for me? Whatever it is you did.”

Carver bent his head down. “Because I will fight to have you and shed blood to keep you safe and keep your heart secure. You are worth it. You are priceless. Do not doubt that.”

He cut off any response by lowering his head and pressing his lips to hers. Her mind became swathed in desire, and her body temperature rose once again. She was in so deep she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape.

 

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5hearts“I loved this book! Carver and Thorn are one hot package and Sera is one lucky panther. The chemistry between the three of them is scorching hot, and oh man, the sex scenes!” – Amy Hopkins

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Cover Reveal: Bachelor Auction: Goal: A Mate

Coming Feb 27th from Etopia Press

And here it is in all it’s glory!

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Sneak Peak Sunday Snippet: Bachelor Auction 2: Goal: A Mate

The cover will be revealed in it’s full glory on Monday. So for now you’ll have only the banner to stare at. AND I will be announcing some self pub news this coming week as well. I’m so excited!

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Unedited Snippet from BA2: Goal: A Mate (due out Feb 27th from Etopia Press)

“Brandon,” she whispered, voice rough and low.

“Kelly,” he murmured. Brandon paused, azure depths darkened to the color of sapphires. His tongue flicked out to trace the seam of her lips. She opened up for him without a single complaint, her own tongue slipping out to meeting his. With a groan, he kissed her, exploring her mouth. The taste of deep, rich whisky washed over her taste buds, making her yearn for more. It was warm and sweet, with undertones of cinnamon and something more.

He pulled her head back, allowing him to deepen the contact. She moaned and arched her chest. One of his fingers blazed a path along her jaw and down her throat to trace along her neckline.

She wished she was naked, her flesh exposed to his touch. Needing to do more than just sit and let him take what he wanted, she lifted her arms and sunk one hand into his hair, gripping it tight to hold him where he was. With her other hand, she unbuttoned his shirt slowly until she could part the panels and touch him in a way she’d only dreamed about. His skin was feverish. With each flex of his muscles, his chest rippled. Maybe it was the whiskey or her exhaustion, but she couldn’t find a single reason not to be kissing him right now. In fact, all thought had evaporated.

The roughened tip of his finger teased her, dipping into the valley of her cleavage and withdrawing, before blazing a path of fire along the bottom edge of her sweater. Each pass made her top feel tighter, her breasts seem fuller, as if the simple wool fabric couldn’t hold back their bounty. He hooked his index finger into the dip and tugged. The threaded hem scraped against her chest, sending a ripple of sensation around her torso. She whimpered and arched her back, urging him on without words to tear, take, cup, squeeze.

He didn’t do any of those things. Brandon removed his hand and coasted down over her breast in a light tease before slipping down her side and behind her. She felt the cloth pull away from her torso before it was lifted up. With a sigh of relief she raised her arms over her head. He let go of her ponytail, yanked off her sweater, and dropped it to the floor.

She scooted back, allowing him to look his fill at her bare breasts. Under his scrutiny, her nipples pebbled and goose flesh rose on her arms and across her chest. She watched emotions flit across his face: desire, awe, happiness, acceptance, relief. Each of those sentiments was echoed within her. She wanted to reach out, cup his face, and kiss him. There was no way to say this was the alcohol talking. The buzz of the whiskey had faded away to nothing.

“Put your hands behind your back.” His voice was ragged and torn like a voice caught by the storm and distorted. He reached for his belt.

She didn’t ask what he intended to do. All she knew was that she wanted whatever it was he offered her.

“Do you trust me?” He stared at her.

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Sunday Snippet: Seven Sins Inn: Pietro & Callisto

Blurb:

Sex hot enough to burn their worlds down…

Pietro doesn’t think he has time for love. Being a demon king and part owner of Seven Sins Inn leaves him little time for women. But when his friends claim that they’ve found the perfect match for him, Peitro is determined to prove that he doesn’t need a set up–he can find his own date, thank you very much. Undeterred, his friends send him to investigate a “problem” at one of the Inn’s guest functions, where Pietro sees the woman of his dreams, right there in the very kissable flesh.

Paranormal negotiator Callisto Monroe went to the Seven Sins Inn for a friend’s wedding, hoping she could scope the place out for work. But she didn’t plan on being swept away by the hot, dark-haired demon, or spending a weekend having the hottest sex of her life. All that’s well and good. But when things get too hot to handle, how is she supposed to protect her heart?

Author Note: This book was previously published under the title Mudslide but has been revised for redistribution.

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“I’m not like the rest of my kind. I have no desire to hurt you or look down on you. In my brief dealings with mortals, I have found I like them very much. Especially you.” He finally turned to look at her, eyes glittering with intensity. The ruby gaze dropped, looking her over.

Arousal flared hot within her, her stomach tightening into knots. Liquid heat slipped down, and her pussy throbbed as her panties dampened, tingling with need. An image of his fingers slipping over her thick nether lips, teasingly slow, rose in her mind.

Projection. The demonic talent of projecting images into the mind of a susceptible victim, or in this case an object of desire—her. She shifted, trying to stave off the ache, and the picture changed, a tongue replacing the fingers, tracing the sides of her labia before circling her clit.

“Take off your panties. I want you to touch yourself, show me those beautiful lips,” he ordered.

Her clit ached, thudded insistently. Her nipples pulsed at the low growl of his voice. A glance at his crotch showed her the large bulge pressing against his fly.

“Is that for me?” she asked, raising the hem of her skirt. The idea of doing this for him didn’t put her off—in fact, the tension in her body increased as her juices dripped onto her thighs.

“Yes, every inch of me is for you. I ache to be inside you.” His voice dropped lower, to a whisper, his words increasing the heat between them. She wanted to see him, see the pulsing length that showed her his desire.

“Show me. If I show you my pussy, you show me your cock,” she teased.

“You’re playing with fire.” He groaned and spun the steering wheel sharply. The car jerked hard to the right and stopped, engine still running.

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OUT NOW! Bewitching the Vampire

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Flushed and Fevered 1: Bewitching the Vampire

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BewitchingTheVampire-BySelenaIllyria-200x300A stubborn witch vs a vampire king…who will win on Halloween?

 

Bridget is a witch who has been given a sweet deal—nab a rogue vampire and score a big payday, but she must deliver him within twenty-four hours. She’ll need help from Joe, the local vampire liege, to find the rogue vampire fast. Joe agrees to give her the information…if she agrees to play a few hands of poker with him. For each hand, she must reveal a bit about herself. And for each hand she wins, he’ll answer any question she asks. But Bridget isn’t sure she can keep things objective—not when Joe gives her that seductive grin.

 

Joe has always had an interest in the little witch. She defies his expectations and surprises at every turn. But despite his natural inclination to help her, he decides to make her work for the information she needs in the most delicious ways. With a little bit of seduction and a little bit of bondage, he tests her resolve to play the game…and tests his own self-control to contain the blood beast inside him. The stakes are sky-high, for both of them. But on Halloween, the most powerful night of the year, which one will be the winner?

 

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Bridget knew she’d made a mistake.

Joe led her into the room, pulled out her chair, and touched the small of her back as he pushed her seat forward. There had been no need for the touch, but she felt the electric shock through the layers of her leather jacket and her thin sweater. The current trailed lazily up and down her spine to buzz around her pussy and fill her body with heat and awareness. The tips of her ears burned and her face flushed. She licked her bottom lip and tried to focus on the danger that sat across from her.

Joe took his seat with easy grace, his features bathed in golden light from the overhead chandelier and the lit candelabras. Bridget took in the neatly groomed five o’clock shadow, his navy blue eyes outlined with dark lashes, the barbell piercing that cut through his thick right brow. Despite his undead status he had a light tan that only enhanced her fascination with him. Where the hell did vampires go to tan that wouldn’t cause them to burst into flames? She shoved away her question and focused on the silver studs in his ears. A smirk graced his mouth. She wondered what it was that he knew that made him smile that way?

She’d heard the rumors, knew the older vampires could read things in a single touch, even through layers of clothing. What he got from her she wasn’t sure and didn’t want to know, but that damn smirk seemed to mock her. Her body twitched with unused energy as the thrill of contact with him continued to circulate. Her blood buzzed with awareness and her skin tingled.

She licked her bottom lip again and fought to focus on something else, anything else. Her stare trailed from the red oak flooring to the framed posters of comic book covers, each one singed by author and artist. A pang of envy filled her as she spotted a Batman: Year One cover signed by Frank Miller. For a moment, she wondered what kind of security system he had and if she could sneak it out without him knowing.

His steady, unblinking gaze settled on her like a weight, making her hyperaware of just how tight her nipples were and just how long it had been since she’d gotten laid. This was why she went out of her way to avoid the living hell out of Joe. She knew nothing about him, but he managed to pull and tug at things deep in her body that she didn’t want to think about.

She focused on the bat-shaped bulbs of his chandelier and wondered what could compel him to buy something so ugly. It was at odds with the simplicity of the room.

Joe cleared his throat and Bridget turned her attention back to him. He still had that smirk on his lips. Her palm prickled with the urge to smack him and make him stop. At least her magic hadn’t been activated. “What?”

He shrugged. “Nothing.”

She gritted her teeth. “What?”

He picked up the cards and held them up. “Rules are simple. You win a round, I answer whatever question you ask; I win, you answer me. Deal?”

“That’s why I’m here.” She managed to get out, suppressing a growl.

He raised an eyebrow. “To play poker and enjoy the pleasure of my company?”

“For answers, asshole.”

He opened his mouth wide enough that she saw his tongue stud. She squirmed on her chair. She’d heard all the rumors about what men with that kind of tongue piercing could do. This was no time to think about that.

Joe chuckled, a dark sound that seemed to have nothing to do with poker and everything to do with sex. Did all vampires learn this laugh or was it just the old ones?

He dealt out the cards and settled back in his chair. Bridget picked up her cards and looked down, unsure whether or not she had a good hand. She had never played poker in her life. She figured two aces were good but what about two eights?

What the hell had she gotten herself into? Damn you, Fritz!

 

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Mary Hughes Murder at Chipmunk Lake Spotlight Tour

Murder at Chipmunk Lake

Nixie’s lost her mojo!

A Nixie and Julian Story. *Paranormal. Hot.*

 

Nixie Emerson, punk rock musician and first-time mom-to-be, has a stalker. Her band Guns and Polkas has gone national after their big stage debut, but the price of fame is the stalker trying to scare her into leaving the band.

 

Her husband, master vampire Julian, whisks Nixie away to the Wisconsin north woods–where they meet the stalker on the pier of their cabin and he again threatens Nixie.

 

Julian punches him out and the couple walks away thinking the problem is over. But when the next evening the stalker is found dead, they find out the trouble is only starting.

 

Warning: contains a cranky pregnant lady trying to control her swearing, a master vampire appeasing his wife with food and creative sex, murder, mayhem and several arguments over what to name the baby.

 

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The fang-plucking action had finally gotten through, and my husband Julian was up for a round of bed bingo.

 

But between pregnancy, the stalker, and dealing with my apex-predator hubby, I was both keyed up and too tired. “I want to, but…well.”

 

He smiled. “While I am always ready, willing and able, I actually didn’t mean sex. How about a massage?”

 

Every aching cell in my body jerked to attention. I blinked. “Foot rub?”

 

“And back rub and thigh rub, plus I’ll massage oil into your belly.”

 

I put my hand in his. “Baby Jayden would be grateful.”

 

“We’re not naming him Jayden.” He drew me to my feet then picked me up and glided with me into the bedroom. “What kind of name is Jayden? No history to it. Now John, or William, or Peter—”

 

“A potty, a willie and another willie? Uh-uh.”

 

He sighed as he laid me gently on the bed. “Open your jeans.”

 

“Don’t you want them off?”

 

“This is a non-threatening belly rub. But feet first.”

 

As I fumbled with the maternity jeans’ fastenings, he pulled off my shoes and socks, picked up the lotion, pumped a handful, and warmed it with a brisk rub of hands. Taking my foot, he worked the lotion into the ball.

 

I groaned. “I love you.”

 

“This is to make sure that you keep loving me.”

 

“This is to make sure I keep functioning.”

 

“That too.” He knuckled the sides of my foot, rubbed the heel, then massaged each individual toe, pulling more ecstatic groans from me.

 

I managed to get my pants open but my blood pressure was dropping by the minute and my fingers were lovely relaxed noodles. “That’s sooo wonderful. Don’t stop.”

 

“I value my life, so I wasn’t planning to.” He did the other foot then massaged up my calf.

 

My tension dropped a level with each circle of his warm, strong fingers.

 

So by the time he got his hands on my jeans-covered thighs, my fatigue was gone and my tension had turned to something warmer.

 

I wrestled to my elbows. “How about you help me off with these pants?

 

He continued to knead muscles, smiling slightly. “In a minute.”

 

That smile meant he’d expected my change of heart. I love it when he knows me better than I know myself. Being six-plus of jaw-dropping gorgeous doesn’t hurt. “How about now.”

 

“As you wish.” With one smooth tug he depantsed and depantied me, and with another, slid off both my smock top and bra.

 

“Dang, you’re good. Practice?”

 

“Motivation. My lovely wife.”

 

“And practice.”

 

“And motivation to practice on my lovely wife.”

 

“Okay, you win.”

 

 

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I spread my legs, expecting his agile tongue.

 

He surprised me by standing. “Let’s start with a warmup.” He unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes a heated blue on me, sizzling toward vampire violet. He exposed his hard muscles and bronzed skin inch by inch.

 

I squirmed. Yum. I quirked a couple fingers at him, a “come here” so I could palm those hard mounds, feel those acres of silken skin under my lips.

 

He only smiled.

 

“What are you doing? The band’s already warmed up. Get on the bed.”

 

“Not yet. There’s an opening act for the audience first.” He turned and shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. It made all sorts of lovely ripples across that broad, muscular expanse.

 

“Don’t need an opening act.” I panted it. “Ready for the main show.” I slid a hand between my thighs to prepare the stage. My fingers skidded on hot moisture. I was ready and then some.

 

He shot me a hot look over one shoulder, his fangs extending between his lips, his eyes shading toward red. “Not even this?” He spun front and unzipped his trousers, revealing the trail of black hair, leading from his dent of a navel to the top of Mr. Big Gavel which was expanding rapidly and trying to tear free.

 

“Oh. Okay.” My heart was pounding a Sousa march. “Loving the opening act.”

 

He turned away again but before I could protest he dropped trou, revealing roped, cuppable glutes. A pang of need hit me, so sharp I started rubbing myself, trying to relieve the worst of it.

 

“Hands off.” He growled it. “That’s my job.”

 

“How can you tell what I’m doing? You’re turned the wrong way. Speaking of, turn back so I can see.”

 

“I can hear you stroking. Stop it. I want you screaming for me. Stop it, or the show stops.”

 

I took my hand off myself so fast my arm flung onto the bed with a whump. “Stopped. Turn now. Wanna see.”

 

He stepped out of his pants and slowly turned. His jutting cock hove into view, bobbing as if it was nodding, happy to see me.

 

I whimpered.

 

“Is this what you want?”

 

I nodded and licked swollen, throbbing lips.

 

He smiled with masculine satisfaction. “Now, what do you say?”

 

I reached for it, waving my hands in the air at him. “Gimme.”

 

“Not what I had in mind.” He stalked toward the bed, eyes glowing red, fangs straining. His chest rumbled with a vampire purr. “Try again.”

 

“Gimme now.”

 

He laughed through his purr. “Good enough.” He climbed onto the bed between my legs.

 

 

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As a girl, I spun romantic, happily-ever-after stories to get to sleep. A husband, two degrees, a blackbelt and a family later, I’m delighted to spin them for readers.

 

I’ve lived with love and loss, in bright times and dark, and learned we can all use a break from reality every now and then.

 

So join me for action, sparkling wit and red-hot love. Strong men. Stronger women.

 

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Sneak Peek Saturday: Making Demons Purr

I’m pleased to announce that the second book in my Halloween Trilogy, Making Demons Purr, has been contracted by Etopia Press and is scheduled for October.

This is the second book in my Halloween Trilogy. (Dead Man’s Hands is the first book in the series.)

This is an unedited Sneak Peek.

“You’re a far way from safety, Seraphena.” Carver St. James’ deep voice rumbled from the darkened doorway. Goose bumps rippled over her skin as her temperature spiked. Her heart beat began to race as her feline counterpart became more alert. Tension sang along her legs and arms as she fisted her hands. The magic that flowed unhindered during this time of year skittered along her bare flesh cause her tremble. Damn witches, letting their control go. Something else moved down her limbs, like raw silk kissed with heat.

 

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OUT NOW! Hades Helmet Crew 2: Carnevale and Subterfuge

OUT NOW!  Hades Helmet Crew 2: Carnevale and Subterfuge

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Blurb:

If he can’t resist her, he’ll put her in danger…

On leave from her ship, Anarrae Lavender wants to indulge in her desires on Ill Doge. But a night on the town and one case of mistaken identity later, Anarrae finds herself in the arms of a charming and mysterious thief, having the hottest sexual encounter of her life. But who is that masked man with the talented hands who makes all her bondage fantasies come true? An when it’s over, how will she learn the identity of her lovable “Dodger?”

When Diego stops in at a pub for a drink he doesn’t expect to be mistaken for someone else. Intrigued by Ana, he kidnaps her for the evening and indulges her fantasies—and even some of his own. He doesn’t want it to be a one-night-stand, but his mission to protect the Ambassador from an assassin demands his complete anonymity. The assassin’s eyes are everywhere, and if he loses his focus again, he’ll endanger them all…

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Diego watched the woman walk away. His cock pressed against his pants, urging him to go after the small package of deliciousness. He had to admit, he would have gone for her in a heartbeat if he hadn’t had somewhere to be. She was curved in all the right places. Her milk chocolate complexion had him wanting to see her naked and to run his hands over her body.

The beauty’s voice, soft and sweet, edged in huskiness, only enflamed him, and it had been so long since someone had caught his attention like that. A soft fire burned through his veins.

Screw it.

He paid for his drink and left the bar in search of her, despite the fact that he had a job to do. He hated the thought of some other man spending the night in her bed. The only problem he could see was whether or not she’d be interested in what he had to offer.

At first the crowd obscured his view of his prey. He looked left and then right. All he saw were masked revelers celebrating the planet’s annual Carnevale festivities. Frustration made him clench his jaw. He waded into the crowd of people, cursing himself for not going after her as soon as she’d left. There were too many people. With a sigh, he went around the side of the building into an alleyway, ignoring a couple currently fucking against the worn brick face.

Diego brought his wrist up to his mouth. “AI, show me all the hotels within a five mile radius.”

He lowered his arm and watched the mini device search its database.

“Closest hotel is two blocks away,” the AI’s soft female voice replied. “San Marco. Go west.”

“Thank you, AI. Send a message to my appointment that I will be late,” Diego ordered. He refused to say he wouldn’t be there.

“As you wish.” The machine automatically went into sleep mode, and he headed west. It didn’t take him long to come to one of the gaudy new metallic hotels that had been built by the nuovi ricchi of the city, who had wanted to modernize everything. He shook his head and went inside.

Diego made a beeline for the front desk. Once there he cursed himself. He didn’t know her name. The receptionist tuned to him, expectation on her face. Which approach should he use?

“Good evening, love. I’m new to the city and am in need of directions. I’m looking for the Il Grifone gardens? I’m hoping you could help me.” He gave her his most winning smile and watched as she grinned back at him. Her overly large violet eyes turned to her computer console and she typed in a few things. Frown lines creased her brow as she continued to type.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t see anything with that name.”

“Please,” he pleaded. “I must find this place. My grandmother, the Universe rest her soul…it was her favorite place in all of Il Doge. She asked me to see it for her and gaze up at the double moons on Carnevale night. She claimed it would bring me luck in love.” He knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but an honorable grandson worked better than a horny man.

The receptionist’s gaze softened. “I shall do whatever I need to do. Excuse me while I go check with my boss.”

Diego nodded and watched her retreat through the office door. That would keep her busy for quite some time, since there was no such place as the Il Grifone gardens. With a big grin, he rushed around the large counter. “AI, give the security team something to keep them busy. I’ll hack into the system and look for my girl.”

“Don’t you think you should just find someone else?” his AI asked.

Diego frowned. “Just do it. I don’t need your sass.”

He swore he could hear the device sigh. The lights dimmed and the various screens on the walls began showing porn. He couldn’t help but chuckle. He searched until he found the security footage and scrolled through the last hour until he found who he was looking for. He accessed and memorized her info. With that done, he ordered his AI to erase his tracks and dashed to the stairs.

By the time he got to her floor, sweat was dripping down his brow, making his skin itch behind the mask.

“She better be a good fuck, for all the trouble you’re going through,” his AI muttered, coming out of sleep mode.

“You can shut up before I put you in pause mode.” Diego threatened. His eyes roamed over the LED panels on the doors.

“You do that and I’ll take my sweet time coming back online when you need me,” she said.

“I should never have insisted you have an AI core. Keep this up and I won’t find you a body.” The AI had no come back to that.

Diego finally found Anarrae’s room and pondered whether to knock or break in.

“AI, access her file and find out why she was looking for a prossy.”

“First you threaten me and now I’m supposed to help you? Cristo, cosa non faccio…” she sighed and brought up the files.

The clear lens on Diego’s mask scrolled through the information. “Interesting. She’s come here for some sort of sexcapade. She wants to be tied down, fucked…oh, no names to be exchanged. Kidnapping optional.” Diego’s lips curled into a smile. “What the lady wants, she’ll get. Wait, what’s this? She’s a crewmember on the Hades’ Helmet. Oh, this night just keeps getting better and better.”

Diego pulled out a small plug on the side of the wrist computer and connected it into the monitor on the door. “AI, bypass the security systems, please.”

“Fine, fine, whatever you want, sir,” the AI grumped.

The screen flickered and then dimmed to black. A small click indicated the lock was undone. Diego slipped into the darkened room. “This is so much more fun than conning the rich and stupid at the Silver Ball. And much more interesting than fucking dumb socialites so I can get their gems.”

“Hey, you have to fuck them. I have to watch,” the AI whispered. “You better turn me off when you’re doing whatever it is you’re about to do her.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you. Besides, for her I want privacy.”

“Really? You’re gonna treat her like a person instead of a warm body? Nice. What’d you do, grow some feelings in the last few minutes? Last I checked, you’re still a conman right?”

Diego said nothing. Something about this woman intrigued him. He couldn’t tell whether it was the horror he had witnessed on her face at the bar when she’d been mistaken or the fact that she wasn’t like the spoiled brats he normally wooed and conned. Something about her made him want to see what was under the surface. He snorted silently to himself. Perhaps the AI was right. She wasn’t just a warm body to him.

He slipped carefully through the suite. He’d been in rooms like this hundreds of times. He’d never kidnapped a person before. He’d stolen large statues, large paintings, and even a suit of armor with ten arms, but never a person. He prayed his first kidnapping would go smoothly.

In the dark, with his cybernetic implants, his night vision was activated, and he saw large landscape paintings that could be found at any other high-end hotel. Diego refocused his attention on the task at hand. He was going to give the intriguing Anarrae the night of her life. With great care he passed through the sitting room, bypassed the kitchenette, and went into the bedroom, avoiding discarded boots, a uniform, some gloves, a com/GPS unit, a bra and some underwear.

“Oh, saints alive, she’s naked.” Diego’s cock pressed against the fly of his pants. He groaned as his stomach clenched. The pace of his heart increased as excitement rose within him.

“Get a grip, you moron. Focus and don’t let your dick do the thinking,” the AI said through a small com unit in the mask.

With a deep breath, Diego refocused his energy on getting to the bed. The soft rustle of sheets was like a gunshot in the silent room. He stilled and strained his cybernetics to hear her breathing patterns. Slow and steady. Relief washed over him and he began to move again. She wasn’t getting up. One single scream would send the sensors in the suite into panic mode, and security would be up to her room in flash, ruining his kidnapping attempt.

He approached her bed and paused to take in her sleeping form. The smell of jasmine from Earth, along with the barest hint of arousal, perfumed the air. It was a heady combination.

“Only screams and moans tonight,” he whispered before pulling the sheets back and scooping her body up in his arms. Then he stopped.

“She’s naked, idiot,” his AI said.

“I know.” Diego gazed down her body. She was fit, with small high breasts, flat stomach, and wide hips. Just gorgeous. Even her toes were perfect.

“Stop staring. Cover her up and then get out of here. Did you forget that you are wanted in three galaxies? Get her and get out of here, Casanova, or you’re dead meat.”

Diego pulled a sheet from the bed, laid her down on it, and wrapped her body up before picking her up again. She moaned but didn’t stir. It must have been the Nastro azzurro ale she had had at the bar. The alcohol on Il Doge was at least a hundred times more potent anywhere else in the galaxy. If she hadn’t eaten she’d be out for a while.

“This would be so much easier if you just woke her up and told her to get dressed,” his AI said.

“She’ll scream. Now find me the best route to get out of here. Also, screw with the security systems again.”

“Fine, fine. But when I get my body, it better be the best one they have. I want it all, you got me? I won’t be some freaking metallic monstrosity, with those weird-ass eyes and mechanical voice.”

“Yes, yes, whatever. Work your magic,” Diego said.

“Security system off. I’m logging off for the night.”

He felt the AI go offline. The slight buzz that usually went through his body was gone. Taking a deep breath, he left the suite and took his time going down the stairs, mindful that he had Anarrae in his arms. He managed to make it safely out of the hotel. It was Carnevale. No one would think twice about the sight they made. It was normal for this time of year. He carried her five blocks to his flat overlooking the river Rivergaro.

He managed to get into his building without the AI’s help and up to his apartment. Once there, he laid her carefully down on the bed, stripped her of the sheets, and shackled her to the iron headboard and footboard.

Her hair was spread out like a dark brown halo against his dark red, silk pillows. Her milk chocolate skin looked decadent, like an offering, surrounded by red and black striped silk. Diego couldn’t wait to feast on every inch of her body and make her scream and writhe in pleasure.

“You want a Carnevale you will never forget, bella? You got it,” he murmured, stripping out of his coat and throwing it on a nearby chair. For the next half hour he took great care choosing his implements of arousal for her. When she finally woke up, he grinned at her confused and sleepy eyes.

“Hello, bella, are you ready to be fucked within an inch of your life?” Diego asked in a gruff voice.

 

Book Tidbit:

First I will be forever grateful to Sophia Titheniel for her help with the Italian and for being so supportive and kick ass. Her feedback and giving me her time meant so much. *Sending Hugs and love to her* This book has a special place for me. Going to Carnevale in Venice is a Wish List item. Il Doge is based a bit on it and Venice. This book was previously published as two separate stories. Now it’s been combined and updated. I hope you like this book. I loved writing it. It brings me great happiness to share Ana and Diego’s story with you again.

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Sunday Snippet: 04/13/14

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Fallen Lovers 1: Roman!

Excerpt Rating (PG-13), Tris Convo

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial

ISBN: 9781936751099

Novella

Blurb:

Can a mere woman heal a fallen angel’s wounds?

Author Tristina Deveroux has been dreaming of a man—a tall, dark, sexy man whose nightly visits bring her to a fever pitch. But come morning, she always awakens agitated and unsatisfied—and alone. When her agent suggests a writer’s getaway in Scotland, Tristina can’t resist the chance to gain a little distance, hoping a change of scene will help her escape the dreams…

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He stilled above her, letting out a guttural cry. The room grew brighter. In awe, Tristina observed wings growing out of his back. Large wings, covered in black and silver feathers. He began to glow with an unearthly light.

When he pulled away, the room began to dim. Sadness weighed in his eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

The room rippled, her vision becoming hazy. “No, don’t go yet. Please, don’t go.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as a loud, blaring sound came out of the distance.

Tristina awoke with a start.

Her body hurt. Groaning, she rolled over and winced. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was so exhausted. Like all the other nights since the dreams began, she’d felt as if she’d just had sex. She buried her head in her pillow and let out a soft scream.

“This can’t go on.” Reluctantly she got out of bed and showered. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts drifted toward the dream. For the first time in months, she had seen his face. Her body trembled as she remembered the blue of his eyes, his carved jaw, the lips that had been kissing her for so long. She groaned, willing the arousal to stop. He felt so familiar and yet was a stranger to her.

At first she thought she had been going crazy; now she just accepted her dream lover as a figment of her sex-starved imagination. Her legs shook just remembering the ways he took her, with the toys and without. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m losing my mind. He doesn’t exist. No man like that could possibly exist.”

Disappointment set in, making the room seem too big. A chill hung in the air. The shrill ring of her phone jarred her from her thoughts. Reaching over, she picked up the cordless receiver and hit talk. “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone in the morning? What if I were the president or something?”

“Morning, Chell. What’s up?” Tris grabbed her toast, carefully smearing each slice with peanut butter and strawberry jam.

“I’ve booked you for a writer’s vacation. Guess where.”

“The moon?” Tris responded putting one slice on top of the other before taking a bite.

“You are not funny. I booked you a nice little cabin in Scotland.”

“Uh, I’m in deadline hell. I’ve got the final round of edits to get through. I can’t possibly do this.”

“And why not?” Chelley asked indignantly.

“’Cause I’ll want to shop, sightsee, check in with friends. Too much to do. I’ll get frazzled.”

“Tough. I signed you up already. It will be fun. You’ll be all alone with the Scottish countryside for inspiration. You can edit and write.”

“That’s not a vacation,” Tris pointed out.

“That’s why I said a writer’s vacation. Don’t you pay attention? Those dreams you’ve been telling me about have been driving you crazy. Getting out of town with a change of scenery might help you in more ways than one.”

“Okay, fine. When do I leave?” Tris took another bite of her sandwich.

“In a few weeks. You know what to pack. I’ll meet you at your place. I’m emailing you the details right now. Let me know if you don’t get them. My email has been screwing up lately.”

Tris rolled her eyes. “When is it ever running smoothly? Okay, I’ll try to get as much done as possible and pack. Talk to you later.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Also, as your best friend it is my job to find you a man while we’re there.”

“Chell,” Tris whined.

“No complaining. We’re going to find you a man even if it kills me. Tootles.”

Chelley hung up and Tris bowed her head. “I need to buy myself a new best friend.”

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Sunday Snippet: 04/06/14

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Series: Dragon New Year: Dragons at Midnight

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Ménage, Dragons

ISBN: 9781936751990

Novella

Blurb:

Tiger shifter Louisa thought she’d ring in the New Year all alone little did she knew that three, sexy, younger dragon shifters plan on making sure she celebrates things right. Add a little steam, some dragon shifters with a dirty mind and some creative use of furniture and you’ve got the perfect party for four.

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Tor ghosted his lips along her inner thigh before lapping up one side of her slit and down the other. Pleasure doubled within her. The men kissed, sucked and nipped at her flesh, teasing her sex and breasts. The moved away at once and picked her up, laying her down on a towel-covered table before Brent cuffed her wrists again. Fletch held her arms overhead as she was stretched out on the tabletop like an offering to the men.

Tor pushed open her legs and climbed up onto the table and kissed his way up her body. She groaned and tried to maneuver toward him. Brent and Fletch held her down by her shoulders. She let out a sound of frustration. “Please,” she begged. Brent and Fletch answered her plea with kisses on her shoulders, moving in unison down her arms and sides before kissing their way up her stomach. They sucked and nipped her flesh. Waves of pain and pleasure merged into a single, blinding shard as Tor ate at her pussy with delicate bites and laps.

Pressure built within her as her heart thundered in her head. Her body wasn’t her own as she became overwhelmed by sensation. The men covered her body with their mouths and hands. Fire consumed her as her inner feline clawed and screamed within, demanding to be fucked, sated. Her hands fisted in their hair. Silken strands slipped between her fingers, and she gripped tight. Tor flicked her clit, teasing the aching bundle of nerves with quick touches and slow pulls of his lips. She moaned as her orgasm built, the pressure increasing with each tug of Brent’s and Fletch’s mouths on her breasts and Tor’s nips. They took their time teasing and taunting her. Her moans pierced the air as she drew closer to the cliff.

“Gods, yes, please, more,” she groaned as she rocked her hips against Tor’s mouth. He gripped her legs, holding her to the table as Brent and Fletcher moved away from her breasts. She mourned the loss. “Where…”

Brent covered her lips with his before replying, “Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll be back.”

Tor continued to eat her out, licking up and down her slit, pausing to circle and tease her dripping entrance before dipping inside to give her just a bit before returning to her clit. Her vaginal walls clenched as moisture coated her thighs and his lips. Tor moved away from her pussy, leaving her hanging on the edge of coming with no stimulation to help her along. She growled. “Get back here.”

“We’re not done with you.” Tor moved up her body and placed a kiss on her lips before pulling away.

Fletch returned and lifted her hips while Brent slid a pillow under her. Brent spread her legs wide and tied them to chairs. He held up a cell phone and a small cup of ice. With a wicked grin he turned on the phone. The electronic device began to vibrate. “Now, whatever you do, don’t come. No matter what we do to you or how close you are. And if you do, you get punished.” His smiled widened, and she swore his canines had gotten longer and sharper. A shiver of fear and need traced its way down her spine.

She wasn’t sure she could do that. Louisa wasn’t the type of person to hold back when it came to sex. It was either be uninhibited or stop everything. She wasn’t sure she could do that. She’d read about delayed gratification but to actually do it? She bit her lip. “I can try.”

Fletch nodded. “That’s all we ask. Either way, you’ll feel good, but this time you have to hold back.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, sweetness. Watch as we pleasure you.” This came from Tor, who’d returned holding a silver bullet. If Brent’s smiled had been wicked, Tor’s look was downright evil. He held up the small device and then handed out three controllers.

Oh, goddess. All of them would have control over the vibrator. She bit her lip, not sure whether to be scared or feel as if she was going to die of pleasure. Licking her lips, she put on a bravado she didn’t feel. “Bring it on,” she spat out.

Tor smiled. “Remember, don’t come.”

“I can do that.” She tossed her head and kept her eyes on him. Easier said than done, she told herself. Her inner tigress wasn’t so sure she could hold out.

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