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Sunday Snippet: DNY2: Dragon Ugly

I’m still reeling over this book being nominated for the Menage Romance Fan Awards. Thank You so much. If you haven’t gotten this book yet, here’s a snippet that I think will whet your appetite.

DNY 2: Dragon Ugly OUT NOW!

DragonUgly_bySelenaIllyria_453x680Brent felt her trying to pull away from the moment, and could only smirk. He sat back in his chair but didn’t move back around the table. “You can run away from what you’re feeling all you want, sweetheart, but you’ll give in to me eventually. Also, remember, we have a dinner date tonight.”

“I haven’t forgotten, but you’ll only get a tour and dinner. Nothing else.” She sounded tough, but there was a quiver in her voice that made him grin.

Her arousal was obvious. He was sure she could smell her own desire. Brent wouldn’t let her forget how he had affected her. But first, some food.

His own dragon was egging him on, and he needed a distraction before he did something stupid. He ate, but didn’t really taste anything. Every breath he took reminded him of her damp panties. The pressure in his pants was verging on painful. His balls ached for release and his cock was pressing against his fly, demanding freedom. She wasn’t the only uncomfortable one here. He reached down and adjusted his erection, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Thankfully, she seemed very intent on looking at her lobster pasta dish. When the waiter came back to offer them wine, they both declined. Brent had work in an hour or two and Carissa had to get back to Scentify.

Brent thought back to the aromatherapy store. It was nice, clean and had a welcoming feel. But there was something missing about it. It lacked Carissa’s personal touch. He took in the woman next to him. The phantom taste of skin on his tongue blended with the soup he’d chosen for lunch—a salty tang with just a hint of earthy flavor, which made him yearn to lick and kiss every inch of her. He could see her tied down and blindfolded as he used an ice cube and his tongue on her body to rile her up, making her beg.

Out of the corner of his eye he took her in, calm and cool, controlled. Only her unique perfume gave away that anything was wrong. Her body heat no longer scalded his side, but he could still feel that fire from her skin against the bare flesh of his forearm.

They ate their fill in silence. When the server came back to ask about dessert, Carissa declined. She checked her watch. “Sorry, but I have to get back.”

Brent understood. He had to get back to the house himself and change.

Before she could insist on paying he handed the waiter his credit card. “I’ll meet you out front.”

She opened her mouth and he took her lips in a quick kiss to stop her from protesting. “No need to pay. Next time we go out, it’ll be your turn. How’s that?”

Carissa chuckled. “Have it all figured out do you? Fine. Next time.”

She pushed back her chair and left him. He returned his seat back to its rightful place before going to the front. Once the check was paid, he offered her his arm and they left. Carissa turned toward him as soon as they passed the restaurant front. “Thank you. I’ll see you for dinner tonight at the shop.”

He grinned. “Yes, you will.”

2014-nominee-badgeShe leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek, but that wasn’t good enough. He bent his head to hers, slid his arm out from her hold and took her face in his hands. He held her head in place as he ate at her lips, nipping, kissing, sucking and teasing the tender flesh until he sunk his tongue deep inside of her mouth. Wolf whistles and clapping sounded around them from onlookers. He ignored it all and continued to control the kiss. He felt pressure on his chest, but rather than push him away she moved closer, bunching his shirt in her hands as she moved her hips against his, rubbing herself against his erection.

He saw stars behind his eyelids as sparks of pleasure raced up and down his cock. A groan floated between them. Whether it came from him or her, her didn’t know. It didn’t matter. He just wanted more. She tasted so sweet. He was addicted. He ran his hands down from her face, over her shoulders, and traced the curves and dips of her back, feeling the heated skin underneath the flimsy blouse she wore. Brent wanted to tear it off. His hands clenched the silken fabric, ready to rip it apart, when he felt a sharp tug on his shirt.

Brent whirled around and growled at the person who had interrupted them. A searing pain shook along his fingers as they turned to claws and steam billowed out of his mouth and nostrils. His scales pressed upward into his flesh, shimmering on the surface until his flesh had turned to the colors of the sea. Warmth and pain filled his muscles as they expanded, preparing for the change to half-dragon mode. His head throbbed as his skull slimmed and his nose began to recede. Brent’s lips burned as they thinned and his cheekbones ached as they contorted into a sharper shape. His thoughts became a distant mist, insubstantial compared to the raw need to make Carissa his—all his.

Tor stood before him, but he was no longer a friend. He was an enemy, a possible challenge for his mate.

Tor held up his hands, eyes pure obsidian, body slack and relaxed. “Whoa there, buddy. Calm down. It’s me. It’s only me, Tor, your friend.” Tor waved a hand, but it took a moment for Brent to understand what was going on. “We’re in public, man. Pub-lic.”

Brent blinked and looked around. A crowd had formed around him. His dragon felt threatened and put on display. He growled. Searing hot, bone-melting steam streamed out of his mouth and nostrils again. He could feel dragonfire swirling around his chest, building up pressure, ready to escape. A hand on his forearm made him pause, and a calm, soothing sensation twined around his arm and wrapped around his body. He looked down, confused at this new feeling, and saw Carissa staring up at him, calm in her gaze, her soft hand on his arm.

“Brent, pull back. It’s okay. No one will hurt you.” The softness and reasonableness of her words pulled back the shift and sent his dragon down on his belly, calm and docile, like a sleepy kitten. He winced at the return to his normal form.

Carissa lifted up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “Dinner, tonight,” she whispered. Then she turned and walked away.

What the fuck had just happened? Was he starting to go through his own mating heat? Tor came toward him, the scent of fire and spice drifted over him, soothing and calming him down a bit. Brent turned to his friend, trying to bat back the sense of fear curling in his stomach. “What’s happening to me?”

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Out Now! Draven’s Crossing: Hidden Diversions

I’m so excited! Today is a release day for me. The third book in the Draven’s Crossing series is out. *Grins* I hope you like it. I have another book or two planned for this series.


Excerpt: Meeting With Draven
Out Now at Purple Sword Publications
Draven’s Crossing: Hidden Diversions
Genre: Paranormal/Interracial
ISBN: 9781612920603
With so many distractions, can they catch a killer before someone else dies?

Their passion may be the death of them…

Werewolf Chief of Police, Torger, is running into walls while tracking the Draven’s Crossing serial killer. No matter what he tries to do, he can’t find the clues needed to stop the terror that stalks the streets of his city. Things aren’t helped by his attraction to dragon shifter, Draven City News Reporter, Isadora Jones. With political pressure and bodies mounting, can he get through all these distractions to the truth before it’s too late?

Reporter, Isadora Jones wants to help with the investigation into the serial killer but Torger refuses to let her. She decides to do it on her own, but her world goes upside down when the killer sets his sights on her. Under Torger’s protection, they start to put the pieces together but will it be too late for them?

Things go from bad to worse when another killer appears. Draven’s Crossing just got a whole lot more dangerous.

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Torger tossed and turned in his bed. He could smell her on his covers. Her scent drifted around the room like an enticing trail he wanted to follow. His skin burned as his muscles contracted. Blood flowed straight to his cock, thickening the shaft. His balls hardened and throbbed with the need for release. With a groan, he rolled onto his stomach. His mind was split into two parts: one half didn’t think it was right to want sex much less have it with so many bodies piling up, and the other didn’t give a shit and needed to feel something good in a world full of crap. He didn’t want to think about anything. He had the All Packs meeting that was coming up after the full moon. His mind was abuzz with thoughts and lists. There were things he had to do and things he had to discuss. Torger hadn’t met with his Beta yet, nor had he met the new leader of the Branson pack after the old one had been ousted. Then he had to make sure that Draven would get the old ones to meet with him about the killer. There was Evanson to deal with, and he didn’t want to think about the shit storm that could come out of accusing him of anything, especially not with the man’s wife dead. Whether he had anything to do with it or not, the public wouldn’t be happy. Muffy Evanson was a beloved figure in the community. If the Representative had anything to do with her death, there would be chaos. He needed to be sure, to dig deeper. Torger knew he’d have to ask Isy to dive into the archives and see what she came up with.
The sweetest perfume drifted under his door. He snorted and sat up. She was near. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. He saw a shadow move in front of his door but it didn’t go to the guest room across the hall. He waited; the seconds ticked by. Each moment like a drip of water on his face, it seemed to last forever and there was no end in sight. He swallowed. His lips became dry as his heartbeat sped up. The jangle of a hand on the door handle rang in his ears. The delicate shells prickled at the musical sound. He waited. His heart stuttered and then crashed against his ribcage in a heavy drum beat. His body heat spiked as his wolf waited. Need coiled in the pit of his stomach. He licked his lips again, hoping, praying for what, he didn’t know. All he saw was that if she didn’t do something soon, he would. And then there would be no turning back. Everything would change for them, and he wasn’t sure how everyone would react or how everything would land.
As the seconds ticked by, her shadow remained at the door. The hand had stopped jiggling. Opening up his senses, he allowed her emotions to wash over him. He tasted the tang of hesitation with the sweetness of eagerness. All of it was tinged with the bright spice of lust. Underneath it all, there was Isy’s own unique natural scent. Not wanting to let the torture for both of them continue, he called out, “Isy, you can come in.”
There was a moment and then the door knob turned. Her perfume and emotions rushed into the room, driving away the stale trail she’d made before. It was as if someone had turned on the sun in his room. Heat poured over him in waves as she advanced into the space and shut the door behind her. Both of them were covered in darkness and yet he knew she stood between the door and his bed. So close and yet so far away as the cliché went. His fingers ached to hold her, to feel the silken warmth of her skin and bury his face in her neck and inhale deeply. Torger’s lips tingled with the need to kiss her, to feel her lips against his and slide his tongue into her mouth and taste her. He wondered what he’d find there. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.
“Isy? What’s wrong?” Torger knew what was wrong but didn’t want to come out and say it. His wolf on the other hand wanted him to get up off the bed, strip off her clothes, bury his face between her thighs and eat her out until she came. His cock jerked at that urge. Heat flared along his skin, flushing through is cheeks, down his throat, and crashing into his chest. Prickles danced along his flesh as his nerve endings came alive. His sense sharpened as his wolf came into play, pushing at its restraints, demanding that they finally get what they’d longed for after so much denial. And he couldn’t move. Frozen by his guilt as his responsibility pushed forward to the forefront of his mind. Pack. Duty. Draven’s Crossing. Those words screamed in his head, and he felt a tinge of shame.
No shame! His wolf cried out and growled at its master’s retreating libido. His skin cooled as his heart went back to its normal rhythm.
“Torger. Shut up. Stop thinking.” Isy’s voice came out as a low, husky command. Just like that, the fire inside burst to life. It went from simmer to all out firestorm as Isy advanced toward his bed. How she knew about the war going on in his head he didn’t know. Do dragons smell things the way other shifters do? The question pushed back some of his doubts.
The bed dipped under her weight, which served to shove back more of the pressure on his mind.
“Can you…” The question caught around a lump in his throat. It had formed when he wasn’t looking. A nervous sweat began on his forehead. He felt large and unsure of himself, like a teenager during his first experience. “Your stress and frustration reeks. It’s time to put an end to that. Your doubts and concerns won’t save the people of Draven’s Crossing and it sure as hell won’t help you catch the killer. Now didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Her hands closed around his ankles. He felt them slide up his legs. The cloth abraded his skin. Even though it was smooth cotton, it felt a thousand times rougher than before. He swallowed again, not used to this side of Isy. Rather than ask, he did as she said and stayed quiet. He didn’t move or even dare to breathe without her say so. His thoughts drifted away with her touch. She ran her hands over his thighs. The scrape of her nails over the cotton intensified his sense of touch. The blunted pain only enhanced his need. Desire crawled through his body as blood thickened in his veins. Her unique aroma became his air. Each gulp sent his head spinning and his mind drifting. He was lightheaded with her nearness.
“You’re going to let me take care of you. I’ll be handling your pleasure tonight. You do what I say and want without a single word, understand?” She placed a butterfly kiss on his stomach, so light it could have been the brush of the wind for all he knew. Her humid breath told him otherwise.
Torger nodded his acquiescence. He let out a yelp when he felt her teeth sink into one ridge of his abdominals. “No. Let me hear you say it. Tell me, yes, Isy, I understand.” She lapped at the pained flesh with quick licks of her tongue. Each lap pulled a soft groan from his throat as the pain turned to pleasure.
“Yes, Isy, I understand. Please.” He reached for her, wanting to bury his hands in her hair and pull her close but did nothing until told to. His alpha male self went to war over giving power to Isy. It had nothing to do with her being a woman or even a dragon. Everything in him was designed to take care of people, solve problems, and yet he was rescinding control to her. He was allowing her to take care of his problem, solve it for him and take care of him. He wasn’t sure how to respond so he did nothing. Curiosity peeked out from the wolf. It wondered how this would go, not in the least bothered by the shift in power.

Sexy Saturdays: Dawg Town First Snow

Read the sex scene, and pick a song that you think could be playing in the background during said sex scene. Post the song in the comments section. On the Sunday, I will pick a winner from the comments on the song that is closest to something we would have picked for the scene or possibly THE song I picked for the scene. So you have untill Sunday evening to enter and Ill pick a winner at 8pm EST on Jan 17th, Sunday.

What do you win? A book from my backlist. The scene from Dawg Town: First Snow:

Kitty arched her back, silently asking Robbie to touch her where she wanted it most. Her nipples ached for his touch.

?Please,? she murmured roughly. Her fingers threaded through his thick, silken hair before gripping it tightly. She gasped when his tongue flicked lightly over one tightened peak and then the other, giving her teasing strokes but not what she wanted the most.

?Robbie, stop teasing me.? She groaned and tugged on his hair again. He rubbed his stubble-roughened cheek against the sensitive tip, setting off flashes of fire within her. Kitty cried out and tried to push herself further off the bed.

?Nuh uh, not yet. I’m in control,? he whispered softly.

Robbie circled the aching tip before taking it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. Hard. She moaned and pushed his head closer, silently asking him for more. He tugged on her nipple with soft pulls before scraping his teeth over the peak. Robbie laved away the hurt before repeating the action. Her whimpers echoed around the room as her body writhed beneath his.

He moved against her, rocking his hips, sending his erection sliding over her stomach, leaving a wet, sticky trail over her flesh.

?Please, please, please,? she chanted. She lowered her back to the bed. Desire coiled tighter in the pit of her stomach.

Robbie released her nipple with a soft pop before transferring his attention to the other breast. He kissed and nipped his way down her body, sending small shockwaves of sensation through her with each brush of his lips and pinch of his teeth. She gasped and moaned. His hair slipped from her grasp as he moved farther down. Robbie planted soft kisses over her bare mound. Whispers of heat caressed her skin with each touch. Kitty spread her legs wide and uttered one word. ?Please.?

When he paused, she opened her eyes to look down her body at him. Fire danced in the azure depths of his eyes as he gazed back.

?Please what, Kitty? What do you want me to do?? he asked, his voice husky with desire.

?Eat me.? Those two words sent a bolt of lust through her. She wriggled on the bedspread, praying he would do as she commanded. Not breaking her stare, he lowered his head and proceeded to trace up one side and down the other of her labia before running his tongue over her slit. Robbie then rimmed her dripping entrance. Kitty groaned as she lifted her hips toward him in offering.

He repeated his action, this time dipping just the tip of his tongue inside her vagina. Her pussy contracted. She let out a frustrated groan. More. She needed him all the way inside of her.

?Stop teasing and eat me,? she ordered.

He slipped his tongue inside of her again, giving her just a little more before pulling back. Kitty reached down, grabbed handfuls of hair and tugged him up.

?Damn it! Do something other than teasing,? she groused.

He gave her a cocky smile that made her want to scream. ?Frustrated, baby?? he asked softly before licking his lips.

?Yes,? she hissed.

?I don’t think you’re ready yet. Now let me get back to what I was doing.? He tried to lower his head but she refused to let go of his hair.

?Not until you say you’re going to eat or fuck me. I don’t care what order, just as long as I come.?

He gave her another of his cocky smiles. ?Oh, you’re going to come. I can guarantee that. Now let go of my hair, darling, so I can eat you properly.?

She relaxed her grip and waited for him to continue. He swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking the nub into his mouth. His hard tugs heightened her arousal, but they didn’t push her any closer to coming. She opened her mouth to say something only to cry out when he scraped his teeth over the sensitive head. Sparks of pleasure danced through her veins, turning into shards when he bit down gently on the nub. Her body shook, overwhelmed with feeling. That still didn’t get her to the precipice.

?Damn it, fuck me,? Kitty cried out. She needed to come. He wasn’t giving her what she desired most — his cock. Robbie pulled away from her damp flesh and gazed up at her.

?Tell me what you need. What can I do to make you come?? He lowered his head and flicked her clit sending a soft wave of pleasure through her. She squirmed and moaned.

?Fuck me. I need your cock inside of me.?

?You aren’t ready yet.?

She let out a growl of frustration. ?You’re toying with me.?

He chuckled but said nothing in return. Instead, he kissed his way up her body.

?You’re not wet enough for me. I want to take you hard and fast. I want to brand myself inside of you. No one else will fuck you the way I do. You’re mine, Kitty, always.?

He took her lips in a hard, passionate, biting kiss. Her mouth opened and their tongues dueled as he rocked his hips against hers.

?Feel that heat? It’s all for you, just for you. I’m so fucking hard I could come right now, and yet I have to wait until you’re ready for me, until you can’t stand for me not to be inside of you.?

?I’m there already. Please, fuck me,? she begged.

?Are you??

She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground against him. ?Feel all that wetness? It’s for you, every drop. I need you to be inside of me, fucking me hard.?

She writhed against him. Her nipples scraped against his chest setting off small bursts of pleasure that went straight to her clit. ?Goddess, please, fuck me.?

?You sure you want it, baby??

?If you don’t fuck me properly right now, I’m going to kick you out of bed and finish myself,? she swore.

?Don’t make me tie you down.? His face grew serious and for a second she thought he would, in fact, bind her to the bed. She wasn’t sure if she would like that. At the moment, she couldn’t contemplate anything else except having him inside of her. Later she might think about a little bondage play.

?Now will you behave?? He raised an eyebrow.

?I’ll behave if you fuck me.? She smiled.

He threw back is head and laughed before he gave her swift kiss. ?I think I’ve tortured us both enough.?

He pushed up and balanced on one hand while using the other to position himself at her entrance. When he thrust forward, his cock sank into her pussy. She groaned as he stretched her sensitive walls. Inch by inch he moved inside of her until he was full seated. He paused.

Kitty could feel him throbbing inside of her. Then he moved, pulling out slowly before pushing in hard. Robbie fucked her slow, his hard thrusts rocking her body with their power. She moved beneath him, squeezing her vaginal muscles around his thick, long cock. She relished the slide of skin against skin. Sparks of sensation detonated inside her. Her orgasm spiraled higher and higher inside of her. The pressure built as the fire stoked higher with each stroke of his cock.

Their eyes met and she couldn’t look away. She slipped her hand over her stomach to delve between her pussy lips. Kitty found her clit and strummed the aching bundle of nerves. She pinched the bud and released it. Her body shook as her cunt clamped down on his cock. He swallowed her cry with his mouth as he took her lips in a passionate kiss.

Robbie pulled out and drove forward, riding her hard until his cock pulsed and expanded before spurting his seed deep in her core. He pulled out and rolled them to their sides. Their lips were still connected. Robbie held her against him as their tongues moved against each other in a slow mating. When he pulled back, he was panting. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest as they both came down from the afterglow. He pressed soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks, the tip of her nose and then her lips again.

?I love you, Kitty,? he murmured before they both fell asleep.

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