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Bio:

Aurora Black is a self-proclaimed “passionate woman of the world in an ingenue’s clothing,” who made her erotic literary debut in late 2006 with Phaze. She got her start at Literotica, where she learned the basics of the writing trade and gained the confidence she needed to turn professional.

An erotica writer by day and sultry jazz singer at night, Aurora uses her vivid imagination combined with glamorized life experiences as material for her works. Living in exotic Europe has made an everlasting impact on the Detroit-area native, and she writes to express the deepest (and sometimes darkest) parts of her soul along with her great love of the written word. Like her characters, she pursues her dreams with everything she has.

Aurora can be found at her website, “Who Is Aurora Black?” at http://www.whoisaurorablack.com/ and her blog, “Roses on Snow” at http://aurorablack.blogspot.com/

Cover Link for Potent Spirits:

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Buy Link for Potent Spirits:

http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Potent+Spirits+by+Aurora+Black

Potent Spirits Blurb:

The legendary story of “A Christmas Carol” has never been seen like this!

Quiet and shy Vivian Woods is in love with the devastatingly handsome Caleb Blackwell, a sexy fireman who sets her heart ablaze every night in her dreams, but she’s convinced that he doesn’t know she exists. She plans to spend another lonely Christmas at home, with thoughts of her secret love to keep warm.

Someone has other plans.

With the help of three hunky spirits, Vivian takes the most erotic and revealing journey of her life. Their sizzling touches on her skin teach her about the passionate, strong woman she really is inside… and a special someone’s true feelings. ‘Tis the season to make love.

Excerpt #1:

Her lower lip trembled from the lunacy of it all. “What do you want from me?”

His eyes were tender as he held out his hand for her to take.

“All I want is to take away the pain. Come with me.”

She could almost feel her mother’s presence beside her again, encouraging her.

*Go on, honey. Take a chance. Be happy. Live free and open your heart to love.*

Vivian placed a trembling hand in his own, and he gently lifted it to his lips. “You won’t regret this,” he murmured against her shivering skin. She remained silent as he wrapped his arm around her, leading her to the window. “Look outside, Vivian. What do you see?”

Her dark brown eyes darted over the scene below as she licked her dry lips.

“I see other apartment buildings, cars on the busy streets, falling snow.”

The spirit dropped his arm from her shoulders and stepped behind her, his eyes drinking in her beauty. He tenderly stroked her hair as she faced the window. With one hand he brushed away some of her wayward curls, leaning forward to graze his sensual lips against the sensitive nape of her neck.

His breath was warm against her ear, and her eyes fell shut from the sensation.

“Do you know what I see down there? I see people who have purpose in their lives, people who love and are loved in return. I see them racing through the icy wind and snow to get home, back to the warmth of their houses and the company of their loved ones.”

His hands trailed down her sides to cradle her hips, pulling her to him. She could feel him growing hard against her ass, and instinctively she pressed back. He let out a soft grunt, his breathing heavy as he slid his hands beneath her pajama top to cup her breasts. His husky voice seduced her as he resumed speaking.

“I can feel the grief and loneliness that you carry in your breast, Vivian. Such a heavy burden for a woman such as you. I sense that you’ve been burned badly in the past, and as a result you’ve abandoned your dreams and resigned yourself to the life of a hermit. It’s not too late to set things right.”

She reached behind her and traced his powerful thighs with her fingernails, entranced by the cords of muscle that quivered beneath her touch. He gave a wordless murmur of encouragement as his fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of her shirt and slid it off, exposing her breasts to the night’s chill. His calloused hands covered her aching nipples, and she whimpered in pleasure.

Vivian leaned forward and rested her forehead against the frosty glass as her earlier apprehension was replaced by lust for her visitor. Her breath came in pants, fogging the glass even further. With a great deal of effort, she managed to speak.

“I…I don’t usually do this with men I don’t know…”

His laughter was deep and rich as he gently pushed down her pajama bottoms and motioned for her to step out of them. She wore only a pair of lacy panties, but she wasn’t cold. On the contrary, she was downright hot.

The spirit embraced her from behind, his chest flush against her back as he cupped her mound through the thin barrier of lace. “If you must attach a name to me, call me Tobias. That was my name in life.”

She turned her head to the side, her eyes filled with wonder as she regarded her ghostly lover.

“What are your plans for me, Tobias?”

His soulful green eyes flashed in the darkness, his lips close to hers.

“I’ll show you, if you’ll allow me.”

Excerpt #2:

The last message began to play, and the sound of her recorded voice
filled the room. She had forgotten that she called earlier that evening.

“Hi, Caleb. This is Vivian. I was just calling to wish you a Merry
Christmas. So, um, Merry Christmas. Maybe I’ll see you around
sometime. Bye.”

She winced at how she’d sounded, glancing to see Caleb’s reaction.
He stood beside her, staring at the machine as it clicked off. His tawny
eyes softened, and he played the message again as he removed his belt
and unsnapped his jeans.

Behind her, Chris leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She
could feel his erection throbbing against her ass. She imagined his
wicked smile. “Now the fun begins, baby.”

Vivian’s mouth fell open as a half-naked Caleb strode into what
must have been his bedroom. She turned to Chris, who was watching her
with raw lust in his gaze. She felt warm all over from the lethal
combination of his look and the fact that her man was undressing just a
few feet away. And then it dawned on her that she was alone in the
apartment with not one, but two gorgeous men. Oh, the possibilities!

Her answering smile was positively feral. She trailed a hand down
his body and firmly gripped his cock, giving it a few pumps before
releasing it to walk toward the bedroom. “Shall we?”

I subbed Fling in Vampiropolis on Wednesday. Wish me luck. I’ll tell you more about the story later. Right now I’m trying to write a story, that doesn’t have a name yet, so I’m kind of lost, once a story has a name it’s a bit easier for me to write it. Is that weird?

As far as me goes, I’m feeling good, a bit sore from all the walking I’ve been doing lately, I just got the new Pirates movie, but haven’t watched it yet, must write! Need to write, I’m only on Chapter 4 at 3k, I need to write at least 10k, I want to get this story done on Sunday, ambitious but this week has been all over the place for me. Oh, before I forget. Happy Friday!

The Google group is open, just no activity, must plan a party, so what would you guys like to see excerpts, contests, jokes, what? Comment and let me know.

Selena

P.S. The Free Story  is now done, I hope to have a new story ready for you guys soon. Hugs.

Hi everyone,

Well, last night I finally got around to doing edits for my WIP Pixie and I’m so excited, I managed to get the story up to 40k. Forty Thousand Words!!! The most I’ve done so far. I’m so proud and pleased. I’m aiming for 45k and gradually working my up from there. Who knows next year I maybe up to 60k mark which would mean for me working on that project that my CP yelled at me about, for smooshing the ideas into one. LOL.

There will be no contest for November since I’m currently organizing the raffle, we’re still taking donations to the trunks. You can check out the blog here. I’m sooo excited about this raffle, so many lovely, wonderful, people have donated so much. I’m over the moon. If this thing goes well, I hope we get to do another one again next year. So, please cross your fingers that this does well. We should have a website up soon. Speaking of websites, check out the newly designed Selena Illyria Website, *grin* Ce, updated it and made it all fancy. lol.

I’m currently listening to Susie Suh’s self titled album and loving it (one of my favs), along with the new Megan McCauley (sooo talented). I plan on playing those two cds along with The Best of Fuel, Jonny Lang’s Wander this World and Long Time Coming and Slipknot Vol. 3 Subliminal Verses and trying to edit my WIP Runaway and do at least a thousand words for the second story in the Pixie series. I just keep coming up with ideas that turn into series, someone stop me. LOL. I’d like to have an idea and have be just a stand alone, that would be nice. LOL.

I finally, finally got to read Chirs Marie Green’s Vampire Babylon and I LOVED it! You rock Chris. . I’m currently trying to read Locked Rooms by Laurie R. King. I love the Mary Russell series, a really cool take on Sherlock Holmes. I’m just being a chatterbox aren’t I? LOL. Sorry about that, I may do a mini contest for a promo pack filled with author promo, not sure yet, maybe a delurking contest. *shrugs* I also have to finish up the Google Group to get it ready and what not, that should be by the end of the month depending on how engrossed I become with writing. I have so many ideas swirling in my head and it’s hard to figure out where to go. I have a plan but the best laid plans right? LOL. Anyway, have a Great Weekend guys. Hugs all around.

Oh, before I go, check out Aurora Black’s Interview that is up on my website right now. One of these days me and Ce will get around to doing another convo. lol. Ce is currently writing up a storm, you go sweets.

Selena

I’m done with the Pixie story, just have to send it out to Beta Readers, edit it and submit. (Fingers crossed). Well it’s Banned Book Week. To me banning books is almost as bad as burning them. On one hand you have people keeping the books from others on the other hand once you burn all of them the knowledge, creativity and that resounding voice that a book has is gone forever. Here is the list of some of the most challenged books:

http://ala.org/ala/oif/bannedbooksweek/bbwlinks/100mostfrequently.htm

Selena

One of my bestest friends, writing partner and CP has just released her first book with Changeling Press. It’s called The Office of Kink and Karma: Touch Me. You can buy it here:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=699

I got chance to read it and it is a funny, sweet, sexy book! Congrats and Big Hugs, I’m so proud of you!

Selena

One project down several more to grow and the list just keeps growing. *sigh* My imagination won’t shut up and it doesn’t help that yesterday, my CP gave me two ideas which I smooshed together. LOL. I got yelled at for that. Today I found myself mentally writing the first chapter. Although this story is ambitious even by my standards I’m planning on trying to write at least 70,000 words. Oh god, that scares me even to think about it much less write it here.

I’m currently working on a 3,000 word story for The Pink Chair Diaries which I should be done with by the weekend and then it’s party time. I get to go to Philly and hang out with the fabulous Eve Vaughn. I’m so excited, pray for me that I behave myself and don’t go shopping crazy. I plan on trying cheesecake for the first time. Shar don’t say it!

Anyway, I’m planning on another contest. I’m really excited about it. I love putting together contests and getting ideas for what goes into the prize packs. This last contest blew me out of the water, the wonderful authors, loops and publishers that contributed to the prize packs just left me speechless with their wonderful generosity. I’m still trying to compose a thank you email to them and get all the words right.

But, believe me the next time I have one of these contests I’ll hit you guys up again, lol. Just kidding. But if you are an author and would like a promo opportunity whether in an author spotlight (I want to do those at least twice a month) or a contest or in my interview section on my website, don’t be shy, let me know (selenaillyria826 AT gmail DOT com).

Anyway, I just subbed Green Beer so keep your fingers crossed, do a little dance, make a little whoa, whoa, whoa, I think I’ve had a little too much sugar, don’t do that, okay go ahead, go do that but don’t tell me about it ‘kay? LOL. I just posted Missing You in the free story section of my website as well (finally). I’m hoping to get back to the sequel soon. I’ve been doing so much lately and trying to work on my stories at the same time, well at least one story at a time.  But, I have to start on the next book in the series.

Okay question for you dear readers. What Big Cat would you like to see in a book? I’m planning on doing a shifter story (CP’s idea) and I want to do a story about a Big Cat from Africa. But I’d like to use a cat that doesn’t get much attention, so give me your ideas and maybe you’ll find yourself in a drawing for a mini prize pack. I’m so sneaky, lol. Okay, gotta go write now. Hugs all around.

Selena

P.S. When reading an author’s bio what do you like to see? I have to rewrite mine. Sorry that’s two questions in this post. lol.

Beach House: Old Friends by JJ Massa

Evie and Gibb are busy people with high-powered careers. Sometimes it seems like there’s no time to rest, relax, calm down.

What could be better than a week at the beach in the company of old friends? If only they could take it with them when the week is up…

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Turning to face forward, Evie settled against him. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we? Barely exchanging two words when we’re with the old crowd, working in the same industry but we don’t speak. And look at us now.”

Tightening his arms around her, Gibb inhaled a deep breath of her light scent and released it, not knowing what he should say. There was plenty he could tell her, but wouldn’t. “Maybe discretion really is the better part of valor,” he murmured, petting a hand over her long, satiny hair.

“Maybe,” she agreed. Angling her head slightly, she arched a delicate brow at him. “So how valiant are you feeling right this minute?”

Another little shift brought his erection against her lower back, answering the question for both of them. “Shit,” he growled, tilting his head against the lounger’s cushion.

“Supper out?” she asked sheepishly, scooting away from him on the chaise.

LATER:

Evie knew that Gibb had risen with her, some kind of choreographed dance. Reaching for him, she wasn’t surprised when he pulled her in, fingers threaded as she pressed against him.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, thought better of it and leaned over her. Pushing up against his hands, she stood on tiptoes, face to face with him. His eyes were intense, bolts of blue lightning against the fabric of a summer sky—hot and riveting.

She moved against him as he lowered his head, no teasing now. Masculine lips covered hers, warm, demanding, insistent as his tongue swept her willing mouth.

A new space opened inside her, pulling her in as she savored his unique flavor: red, red wine, wild summer oceans and spicy Gibb—Evie was quickly addicted. She held onto him, tasting, feeling, she was drunk on his heady flavor now and so little had happened yet. Knowing that there was more to come was nearly overwhelming as they made their way up the beach, kissing, stumbling as they went.

Amazing. Blown away. Overwhelmed. And they’d just barely touched. What would happen when they made love? And they would…were going to, were minutes away. The idea of it made Evie’s knees weak and she stumbled over the threshold.

“You still with me?” he rumbled, his arm around her back.

They were on the stairs now, she could make it that little bit further. “Fine,” she agreed, moving on automatic, eager like she’d never been before.

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Reconciling Andrea
Part One
Length: 9,000 Words
Cover Artist: TLW

Life has been difficult for Andrea, but she’s a survivor. Sometimes surviving is so much harder than letting go.

Tadeo Rice has been looking for his soul mate. He’s been hearing her voice in his head for a year and knows she’s been suffering. When he finally finds her, will she accept him and all that he longs to do for her?

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“I’m telling you, Meredith,” Marty Stevens said to Tadeo Rice’s secretary, “he told me himself. This is the lady that he’s been…”

Both Marty and Meredith watched, agog, as Andrea bolted from their boss’s office.

She was only a few feet in front of them when the big guy himself snatched her around the waist. They could hear her erratic breathing that almost sounded like sobs. They watched the drama unfold with interest.

“Meu Deus, Andrea! I’ve searched for you too long to let you go!” Tadeo growled, turning her to press her against his body.

“No!” she cried, struggling. “You don’t really know me and I CERTAINLY don’t know you, MR. Rice!”

Unknowingly, she confirmed what Tadeo had intimated to Marty earlier. He was now convinced that Andrea had known his boss but hadn’t realized that he was billionaire, Tadeo Rice, head of Rice Hotels International. Apparently, she felt hurt and betrayed. Go figure.

“Andrea, you must listen to me! I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again!” He tried to calm her but she twisted and turned.

“You intend to do just what Father would do to me! NO! Let me go!”

Tadeo scooped her into his arms and barked, “Hold my calls and cancel everything!”

Clamping his mouth over hers, he whirled around with Andrea in his arms, still kissing her, and carried her into his office, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Oh my gosh!” breathed Meredith. “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen… EVER!”

“I tried to tell you!” Marty couldn’t have been prouder if he’d orchestrated the whole thing himself.

“They must love each other so much. I’m gonna cry! I never thought such things were real!” Marty rubbed her shoulder, grinning to himself as Meredith crowed in romantic ecstasy.

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The Edge by J.J. Massa

(expanded)

Detective Paytah has spent his entire life fighting to overcome ignorance and gain acceptance in a world too quick to judge. Always willing to take on any challenge, the tough-as-nails Native American has never shied away from the truth. Until he meets Tyler Baker, that is.

Tyler represents everything that Paytah hates; the blond haired blue-eyed gay detective with a penchant for bending the rules was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a champagne glass in his hand.

When Paytah is assigned to work with Tyler he anticipates that the partnership will be difficult. After all, working high profile serial murder cases are always challenging. But, as the case of the decade unravels, so does his ability to control his attraction and to deny his own needs.

This book by J.J. Massa has it all—passion, desire, intrigue, and an unforgettable ending that promises to take you to The Edge.

Available now!

Please don’t forget about the contest only a few more days to go.

Selena

Passionate Blackmail

By:

Selena Illyria

(c) 2007 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved

I/R, Contemporary

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Rolf pushed off of the wall he was leaning on when he saw her approach him. He smiled, ignoring the way his heart did a little jump of it’s own. She stood before him looking awkward and unsure of what to do next. He didn’t hold out his hand to her as he normally would. He instead would let her tell him what she wanted. It would allow her to feel in control.

“Ready for your birthday present, darlin?” He asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. He inhaled her scent of roses and vanilla. He savored the sweet scent, impriniting it on his brain. He wanted to pull her into the circle of his arms, feel her body against his, undo the clip her hair was in and let her loosely curled hair fall free around her shoulders. An image of her hair spread out on his pillow, the contrast of rich dark brown hair against the pure white of his pillow formed in his mind. Her milk chocolate skin against the slate blue and tan of his comforter, beaded with sweat, waiting for him to come to her, fill her up and drive her over the edge into ecstacy. Her large brown eyes rose to meet his.

“Y- y-yes.” she nodded her head. She clutched her hands in front of her in a guarded position. He held out his hand and waited. He bit his cheek to keep from groaning at the feel her of the palm of her hand sliding against his. He closed his hand around hers and started to lead her out onto the dance floor. He cock throbbed painfully and he was feeling light headed. Just from the touch of her hand. He thought to himself. He couldn’t contemplate what it would like to be with her, naked and the thoroes of passionate sex. Gaining some semblance of control over himself, he realized that she was being jostled by the people around them. Not liking that he paused and turned toward her, he stepped to the side and gestured for her to go before him. Confused, she did as he silently suggested. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips to keep her still. He placed himself behind her with only an inch of space between them and then pulled her close. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Don’t want you to get jostled too much. I’ll take the brunt of it. Walk forward please until I tell you to stop,” he yelled over the music. He savored the feel of her body against his even though he was pain. His groin was killing him. They managed to reach a spt almost clear of people. He reluctantly let his arms drop and watched her step away from him, taking the feel of her body with her. He resisted the urge to frown. She’s jittery, he reminded himself. He decided it was best to go slow. She looked up at him nervously. She then surprised him. Stepping closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. She had to stand on tip toe due to their height difference. He guessed in heels she was about 5’5 to his 6’4.

He placed his hands on her hips. The swayed to the music. She raised her head as if to say something so he lowered his head, placing his ear near her mouth.

“Thank you,” she yelled.

“Nothing to thank me for sweetheart,” he said turning his head, looking her in the eye. He watched her swallow and lick her lips. Heat was crashing through his body, his stomach clenched and the throbbing pain in his cock grew. He couldn’t break eye contact even if he wanted to. He was drowing in her dark brown eyes. She shivered at the way he was looking at her and he didn’t regret it. There was something about her that called to him, something he couldn’t define, it was affecting the both of them. The melody of a slow spanish song played over the speakers and they swayed to the rythym. The music casted a sensous spell over the crowd. He pulled her closer, letting himself get lost in the seductive rhythmn. Her eyes drifted shut as she become lost in the song. They danced to the rythym, letting the melody take over. She swayed against him and he slid a hand to her lower back. He looked down to find her eye had flown open. Shock filled her brown orbs, she could feel his hardened shaft against her stomach. Instead of pulling away, she surprised him yet again by starting to grind her hips against his causing him to moan. If this kept up he was going to come without ever having been inside of her.

* * * * * *

- end of excerpt-

I’ve got a cold. Yeah, I know it’s summer, but I still get sick, which sucks. But it’s okay. I’m on book 3 of Harry Potter, only three more to go. For a second, I actually thought book 7 was coming out on Monday *shakes fist at bn.com&*. LOL. Almost threw off my reading schedule.

I’d like to send out a huge shout out to my friend, convo partner in crime and writing partner (I swear I’ll send you my part as soon as I can, lol) Celia Kyle for signing a contract with Liquid Silver, watch out for her y’all she’ll be big one day. Also Tuesday Morrigan has a new book out from Changeling Press. It’s called Fireman Sour, picked up my copy, not sure when I’ll get to read it, but I’ll make time. Here’s the link to check out the book. A quick shout out to Renee George, pleeeaasssseee can I have the yummy cover men (the ones with the purple and pink hair), I swear I’ll be nice to them. LOL. Shhh, Eve, I can have them. LOL.

I’m thinking of revamping my My Space page to make it look more like my website. Not sure, I like the sad violin girl on my page. I have to ask my web mistress extraordinaire if she can work some of her magic. *Selena crosses fingers* Okay, the weekend is here and it’s almost convo time, hide your children, grab some popcorn and please do throw out some suggestions to us for topics, can’t think of everything can we Ce? Oh, before I forget Marianne LaCroix also has a new book out it’s called The Gladiator, it looks good, I want to get a copy. I’ve been fascinated by Gladiators, but haven’t had the time or energy to look up info, but I have a story idea for one (Paranormal/ Sci fi). I have faaaarrrr too many ideas. LOL. Hey Samara, when does Bayou Heat come out? (Selena is so impatient for that book)

Now onto getting inked. I have an idea for a tattoo, it will go on my upper back. I know what I want to get, problem is I need some help. I’d like to get a Japanese War Fan. I want it open, with flames at the bottom, lotus blossoms, full moon in the middle and some Japanese Writing on it. I suck at drawing, lol. I used to be okay, I loved art class, *sigh*, it’s been too long. I don’t go into this lightly, I’ve thought about it, a lot. I know where (tattoo place) I want to get it at, (Shar knows) hehe. Problem is time, I’m detail oriented. I’d like to have it drawn out whether by me or someone else, but I want to make sure it looks the way I want it too, before I get it done.

Anyway, I’m supposed to be writing, but I’m procrastinating. I had an idea for a character (Rolf from Passionate Blackmail), only problem, I don’t speak German, damn. May not make him German, but I know he’s European. Why do characters have to be so damn complicated. Ugh, I want to smack him and tell him pick a damn place of origin, but then the men in the white coats would come get me. I hope they’re hot. LOL. But I can’t smack him, he’s not real. Oh, before I go, what do you guys think of my Meez character? She’s meditating right now. My friend says she looks like me. LOL. God, I hope not, otherwise I didn’t know my head was that BIG! LOL.

Selena

P.S. Why do I make friends that can get me into trouble? (Pam, I’m talking to you, um, both of you. LOL). Don’t forget about the contest going on. I know I keep pushing back the date, but it all works out cause the winners get more stuff. Whoo hoo, to more prizes. Hugs all around.

Hey all. Well, it’s finally happened. I have a story posted at Pink Chair Diaries. . Here’s the link if you want to check it out. I’m so happy and I’m grateful for the comments I’ve gotten. Warning adult content, for 18yrs and older. Some subject matter may not be agreeable to some reader’s tastes. I hope you enjoy the story. Hugs.

Don’t forget to keep checking back to see the Contest Info updated. Here’s the link.

Selena