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Saturday Sizzler: Lonely No More

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Lonely No More

Excerpt Rating (R): William Becomes Solid

Genre: Paranormal, Contemporary

ISBN: 978-1-59578-552-7

Novella

Blurb:

Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn’t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.

Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?

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Excerpt:

Aly awoke, feeling a heaviness lying around her waist, trapping her arm and leg. When she tried to move, she found she couldn’t. Fear made her squirm even more until the heaviness on her leg slipped away. She felt warm, moist air caress her cheek and then heard an inhalation of breath. Will! And he’s become solid!

 

Sighing, she relaxed while trying to figure out how to get out from under him. Every so often sharp needles of pain shimmered through her leg as it woke up from its slumber. When he rolled over to the other side of the bed, she scrambled up to get off the mattress. When she tried to stand, her leg wouldn’t support the weight and she ended up falling to the floor on her butt.

 

Groaning, she lay down on the floor, her leg prickling. To add to her pain, her arm was awakening. The pinpricks of pain shimmered up and down her arm. She gritted her teeth.

 

“Aly? Aly, you okay?”

 

“No, I’m just lying on the floor for my health,” she retorted, sharper than she had intended.

 

She heard the bed creak as he got off the mattress. He floated naked over her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes remained glued to the large, thick shaft standing at attention. He crouched down, then reached out and ran a hand through her hair. “You okay?”

 

“I fell.” She continued to stare at his cock, now closer to her mouth. She had an urge to raise herself up and take it in her mouth. She managed to drag her eyes away, and ignored the way her body throbbed and ached. How tight her skin felt. The way the room had become blazing hot instead of nice and warm. She swallowed and tried to sit up on her own. If he touched her, who knew what she would do. Once upright, she noticed that her leg and arm were no longer prickling but her ass hurt. William continued to crouch down next to her.

 

“Let me try and help you up,” William suggested.

 

“No, no. I’m fine.” She struggled to get to her feet while trying not to brush up against William. It was a difficult feat. She wanted to lean into him, feel his body and strength against hers again. As she swayed once on her feet, William straightened up quickly, solid hands reaching out to clamp down on her upper arm, helping to steady her.

 

“Come on, let’s get you into bed,” he urged.

 

“I don’t need your help.”

 

“Don’t push me away.” His voice was soft, edged with an emotion she couldn’t identify. Aly gazed up at him to find his body was wrought with tension, as if waiting for something to hit him. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.

 

“It was lonely here before you. I was lonely. I went from woman to woman, and while in college I drowned myself in travel without really enjoying where I was or what I was seeing. It was all research to me. Now, I wish you had been with me. I couldn’t take it if you ran from me because of something I said or did.”

 

He finally looked into her eyes. His eyes shimmered with emotion. A lump formed in her throat, she wasn’t sure what to say. She knew what it was to be lonely, to lose yourself in life instead of dealing with the ache in your heart as you watched other people finding something, someone, wondering when you would become one of them. She may not have gone through men like they were water, but she had developed habits to help her ignore how empty her life was. She had fallen into a routine that held no joy for her. She loved writing but grew tired of her characters having the happy ending she wanted.

 

Aly couldn’t figure out how he had done it. How he had carved out a niche in her life that made her want things she hadn’t thought possible. Now, some of her desires were in reach and tangible. “I understand what you’re saying. I know what it is to be lonely.” Her voice was soft and yet it sounded deafening in the quiet room. “I fell into a routine without living life. I was numb and now…” She wasn’t sure what to add, everything circling in her head sounded so cheesy and inadequate. “Now you’re not alone anymore. It’s like you’ve found something that you never thought possible and everything feels so natural.”

 

His hand came up, his fingers slipped over her skin like a whisper. “That’s how I feel with you. I can’t figure out how you did it. You just showed up and everything feels better, right. My family, with the exception of Deacon and my uncle, treated me like a nuisance that had disgraced them somehow because I refused to be their poster boy for good behavior. And when I left they were actually appalled. Now I’ve found you and you fit perfectly into my life.”

 

His fingers slipped down the side of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. He took hold of her wrist, held her hand palm up, and threaded the fingers of his free hand between hers. His hand felt solid. She closed her fingers around his and they stood like that for a while, staring at their joined hands. A tear slid down her cheek. Overwhelmed with emotion, unsure of how to put into words what she felt, her eyes silently pleaded for him to say something.

 

He nodded. “I know. I feel the same way.”

 

He lowered his head, and she made no move to stop him. He brushed his lips against her, softly at first, the touch tentative. When she didn’t pull away, he pressed his mouth to hers. Their heads rolled from side to side slowly. The kiss began to transform from soft and sweet to heated and passionate. His tongue slipped along the seam of her mouth and she parted her lips, giving him permission.

 

Burning, her body was on fire and wound so tight she became afraid that she would break. Her core clenched as her pussy became drenched in her juices. Her clit throbbed with need. Her sex tingled with arousal. She began to rock her hips, wanting to feel the solidity of his body against hers. Their kiss became frenzied as her body continued to move against him.

 

She pulled her face away, a cry of frustration on her lips. “I want to touch you, feel you.” She glanced down at their still connected hands. His fingers were fluctuating between fuzzy and solid. His touch went from warm to cool and back again.

 

Anguish contorted his features. “I want to, taste you, touch you, and feel you too. I wish to the gods I could be with you. I ache with longing to be with you.” William’s voice was harsh with torment.

 

She let go of his hand and began to pace. Her body ached, her skin was too tight. She was wearing too many clothes. An idea came to her. “There is a way, but you can only watch me. I know it’s not…”

 

He cut her off. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

 

She began to shed her clothes; shirt, sweat pants and panties landed in a pile on the floor. She looked up at him, and her breath caught to find his eyes practically burning into her. His gaze only incited the flame that burned within her.

 

“You take my breath away,” he murmured. He reached out, his translucent fingers trailing over her chest, and the tip of a finger made contact with her nipple.

 

A shock of electricity went straight to her clit. Her hips jerked forward and she moaned. “Again, another touch like that,” she urged.

 

He circled the single finger around the areola before pinching the tightened nub. Another soft cry passed her lips as a gush of liquid warmth slipped down her thigh. Her aching channel clamped down on air as the fire in her body blazed hotter. He transferred his attention to her other breast, repeating the action. More, she needed more.

 

“Enough,” she said, her voice ragged as she tried to gain control over herself. Aly walked over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress. She lay down, spreading her legs wide, showing him the slick, thick lips of her sex.

 

“Come to me. Watch me as I make myself come for you.” She turned her gaze toward him, waiting for him to come and join her on the bed. She didn’t have to wait long. The mattress dipped under his weight, the outline of his body rippling, pulsing, almost as if she was seeing his eagerness and anticipation.

 

“Can you … can you touch yourself? Can you get relief that way?” She couldn’t stop the questions. Part of her felt nervous, she had never masturbated in front of someone else before. The other part of her wanted to relieve the pulsating ache between her legs. She watched his hand move, as if in slow motion, toward his stiff shaft. His fingers wrapped around his cock. Breathlessly, her eyes followed his hand moving up and down the thick shaft. She swallowed, squirming slightly.

 

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come in front of me,” he urged, his voice deep and gruff. His eyes narrowed to slits, dark green glittering behind the frame of dark brown lashes. She moved her hand, fingertips trailing between her full breasts down her stomach and over her mound before slipping between her thighs. She parted the thick lips of her sex, exposing the engorged bud. Heat shot through her as an image formed before her eyes, of him between her thighs, his teeth gently tugging her clit, tongue flicking the sensitive bud before sucking the nub into his mouth.

 

Her hips arched off the mattress. She could feel his mouth tugging, sucking, and pleasure rushed over her as fire danced on her skin. She felt hands on her breasts, squeezing, massaging the globes. Fingers pinched, rolled and tugged on the turgid peaks. Electricity shot to her clit, and heat spread through her groin with each pull of the phantom lips. Lifting her head off the pillow, she gazed down her body–there was no one there. He sat on his haunches before her, stroking his cock, eyes glued to her pussy.

 

The invisible mouth stopped its ministrations.

 

“Touch yourself,” he urged.

 

With just her fingertip, she began to circle her clit. Pleasure ran up her spine, her body arched upward as she increased the pace. She circled faster and faster, his hand moved faster over his shaft, matching her pace.

 

He groaned. “I wish I could taste you.”

 

She cried out, and felt something thick sliding into her needy channel. Her core clamped down on the invasion. She knew it was him. He stretched her walls. “More. I need more of you.”

 

Her fingers picked up speed, rubbing harder, occasionally pinching her clit. Pain and pleasure clashed within. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter. He pushed farther inside of her until he reached her cervix. She clamped her inner walls around his phantom cock. He pulled back and thrust forward, harder. He began to pound into her while her finger worked her clit. Phantom fingers pinched, tweaked and pulled her nipples. A finger circled around her anus.

 

Sweat slid over her skin. Her body sunk into the pleasure and pain.

 

“I wish I was whole, solid. I wish I could be inside of you, making love to you properly. This isn’t enough. It will never be enough until I feel you around me, surrounding me. Let me show you what I want to do to you.”

 

An image surfaced in her mind of what he wanted for them…

 

He grabbed her hips, pulling them against him, holding her still as he thrust himself against her. The hardened shaft rubbed between them, the thick head slick, a pearlescent drop of need at the tip. His cock pushed forward and retreated, sliding against her belly. The image was so erotic.

 

She wanted to watch that cock sink into her pussy, watch him as he fucked her, claimed her. A burst of fire washed over as need rode her.

 

She continued to watch the image, her finger circled faster and faster as the scene progressed. Her cunt contracted. Moisture gushed from her pussy.

 

The images continued. He stopped rocking against her and lay back. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke the thick shaft. Pearls of desire formed from the slit at the top and dribbled down the shaft.

 

She yearned to taste the salty sweetness of him. Wanted to take him into her mouth and suck him until he came. Instead, she watched herself crawl up his body, admiring his athletic legs dusted finely with dark red hair. Stopping between his thick, muscular thighs, she sat up on her haunches. Bending over at the waist, she raised her head and looked up at him, making sure he was watching what she was about to do. His emerald green eyes were trained on her. Holding his gaze, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his slit, once, twice, three times.

 

She watched his body shake slightly, and smiled. She moved to the other side of him and lay down, waiting for him to cover her body. In that moment, all she could see, feel, think and hear was him. Nothing else mattered. She didn’t have to wait long; his body covered hers in a matter of seconds, his heat enveloping her. His musky scent intoxicated her. His hair covered them, blocking out most of the light in the room.

 

His heated gaze held hers. Bending her knees, she planted her feet on the mattress and tilted her hips upward in invitation. Balancing on one hand, he reached between them. She felt the thick head of his cock at her entrance. Her body stilled, anticipation hummed between them. She waited, the seconds ticking by so slowly. She was about to demand he move when his hips shot forward. She cried out at the burst of pain as he entered her. He was thicker than she had thought. He stretched her as no other lover had. He paused, just his cockhead inside her slick channel. Her inner walls contracted around him, trying to pull more of him inside of her.

 

She moaned. The thickness began to pound her pussy as he showed her what their lovemaking would be like. The phantom fingers continued to tug, pinch and roll her nipples. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter within her belly.

 

“William.” She moaned. There was nothing else she could say.

 

He growled. Fire rushed over her, in her, the blood in her veins was burning. It didn’t hurt. A mouth moved over hers, capturing her lips, nipping, tugging and sucking on her plump bottom lip. Groaning, body arching, finger dancing, pinching, running around her clit faster, harder, the dream-like sequence progressed as her body became enveloped in heat.

 

She wrapped first one leg around his waist and then the other, crossing her ankles, drawing him deeper inside of her. They moved together, thrusting, rubbing against one another.

 

“You feel so damn good. Fuck.” He grunted as he began to pick up the pace, moving faster. She met his thrusts with ones of her own. Slipping her arms around him, she slid her hands down his already slick back, over the hard cheeks of his ass, digging her nails into the firm flesh. He groaned as he pounded into her. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the air.

 

“Yes, harder, fuck me harder,” she urged. Her diamond-hard nipples rubbed against his chest, causing arcs of electricity to shoot to her clit. She clenched her walls around him, and her orgasm built, her stomach tightening. With each thrust he hit her cervix, pleasure mixing with pain. He circled his hips, rubbing over the G-spot. She cried out as a burst of ecstasy washed over her.

 

“Mine, you’re mine,” he declared before lowering his head and taking her lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth. She moaned, her body moving with him. He let go of her lips. “Say it, say you’re mine,” he demanded, pounding into her.

 

“I’m yours, all yours.”

 

“Damn right.”

 

Aly circled her fingers faster and faster around her clit as she watched the image of him fucking her harder, pounding into her. She was on the edge of coming.

 

“So close, almost there.”

 

She pressed down on her clit. Fire burst over her. Her legs began to shake as she came. Her head tilted back as she cried out his name.

 

The image in her head of him pounding into her made her moan. With each thrust, he uttered the word, “Mine.”

 

She wished it was real. Wished it wasn’t just a fantasy being shown to her. She wanted him to come inside of her, feel the warm, liquid rush of his seed coating her core. She wanted to feel his hot, slick body against her, his hot, moist breath against her cheek as he panted, trying to regain his breath. She yearned to feel him as he became flaccid inside of her and yet remained, and their combined fluids slipping out of her. Aly moved her finger away from her clit. Her muscles twitched and jumped from aftershocks and yet it still wasn’t enough…

 

The image faded. She took in William’s face, and saw his features contorted in anguish and need. His hand continued to stroke his thick cock. He hadn’t come.

 

“William,” she said softly. He shook his head, head tilted back, jaw clenched, neck muscles straining. He was trying to so hard.

 

“I wanted to come with you. Wanted to join you in ecstasy.” He let out a frustrated grunt before his hand fell away from his still hard cock. His head fell forward, hair hiding his face. She wanted to reach out to him, touch him, reassure him but there were no words that came to mind. With a harsh cry he vanished, and she lay there, tears slipping from her eyes.

 

She rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried for him. His pain felt as if it were hers.

 

“Oh, William, I hope we find Irena soon, you’ve suffered enough.”

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OUT NOW! Bewitching the Vampire

OUT NOW from Etopia Press!

Flushed and Fevered 1: Bewitching the Vampire

Blurb:

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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Excerpt:

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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Whet Your Appetite Friday

Cover Coming Soon.

Here’s an Unedited Snippet from the upcoming Bewitching the Vampire aka Dead Man’s Hands (Coming Soon to Etopia Press Sept 19th)

“Ah, Ms. Roseway. Powerful that one. Good family. Went to tea at their house once. They had the cutest little silver spoons with stars on the handle. Tried to buy them right then and there for the wife but Mrs. Roseway said no. Now there was a woman. Strong. Mighty strong that one. Bridget was there. Cutest child you ever saw. So precocious. Always asking me questions.”
Doc chuckled. “Wanted her to fall for my son, but nope, he likes men. Shame. Not that he’s gay, but that I couldn’t make her part of the family so I could get those spoons. May have to hire one of those raccoon thieves. Heard of them? Trouble, but so good at their job. Anyway,” Doc looked up. “Um, what was I saying?”
“That I could die?” Joe glared at the old vampire. If he wanted story time he would watch Reading Fucking Rainbow. “You were going to tell us about the cure.”

-End of Excerpt-

Tiny Teaser

Here’s a small teser from Dead Man’s Hands (Due out Sept. 19th From Etopia Press)

“Should I call, Bridget?” Matthias called out behind him.

“Not yet. We don’t know what we’re dealing with. I’m going to take a shower. Have some blood ready for me when I get out.”Joe walked into the bathroom.

“Bodyguard, not your maid.”

“Just do it.” Joe chuckled.

“Not wearing the outfit either,” Matthias grumbled.

“But you have such nice legs.” Joe shut the door just as he heard a thud against the thick wood.

-End of Teaser-

 

More teasers to come. Happy Friday! Have a Great Weekend.

Se

How about a Tease?

I recently signed a contract with Etopia Press for the first book in a Halloween themed trilogy. The first book Dead Man’s Hands is tentatively scheduled for 08/1/15. Here’s a small, unedited teaser of what you can expect:

He rubbed her arms, pouring into the cold limbs with just his touch. Joe’s unique cologne became her air. Every pull brought his scent into her body. On her tongue she could taste something cool with a hint of heat and sweetness as well as something with a dark tang that rolled over her taste buds and made her mouth water. It only added the sexual hunger crawling through her body and slipping through her veins. Her pussy became heavy and throbbed with the need for stimulation only the glide of his cock could satisfy. She moved her hands to grip the edges of the armrest on the seat and clutched the wood tightly until it dug into fingers. Her palms prickled with the urge to reach out and touch him, to cover his hands with hers and guide him to where her body needed his touch the most.
His breathe whispered against her neck and her heart beat bucked up. “Tell me what you need, Bridget.”

More to come!

Happy Tuesday!

Se

You Guys Are Awesome!

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Again, I have no words! Dragon Ugly and Halloween Heat II are nominated for the fantastic Menage Romances 2014 Fan Awards! OMG! I just…You all are so awesome! *all teary* *Hugs all around and THANK YOU!

 

Here is the link to vote:

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1Jfx3QJppMCsvcpWXlrT68qzMDqnvfHk5-21X0VV9Dm8/viewform

Voting ends February 8th. You may vote as many times as you wish but you will have to vote in all the categories if you do.

Again Thank You so much!

Se