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Dear Reader, Once with a Cowboy

OnceWithACowboy_AReDear Reader,

For the longest time I’ve wanted to do a book celebrating Loving Day. For me it isn’t just a celebration of the Lovings and their triumph against narrow minds and barriers meant to continue keeping people separate but a victory for love, for looking beyond what would hold us back or keep us apart and instead bring us closer together as a people through the beautiful, simple emotion of love.

With this story I wanted a hero who accepted the heroine even though she didn’t let him into all aspects of her life, didn’t tell him everything and yet he still wanted her—all of her. I also wanted a complicated heroine who had to learn via his love for her to accept the parts of her that she couldn’t accept herself, that she felt shame and guilt about. They both had their issues but the one thing that couldn’t be denied for them was love.

On a more personal note (inspired by my friend Amie Stuart), as a biracial child, growing up, I always felt other. People would ask to touch, play with or do my hair. They’d ask me the lovely question, “What are you?”. As a kid I didn’t really get how loaded that question was. Not, “Who are you?” but what. I struggled to find my place in the world for the longest time and it wasn’t until an episode of the anime Inuyasha –hey inspiration and epiphanies can come from anywhere—that I finally figured out that I didn’t need to belong to one side or the other, I could just be me, whoever that was.

In the episode he had to confront his half-demon, half-human status and was asked how he handled that and he said, “Not really a demon; not really human. I’m not either. That’s all. There was no place for me, so I had find one myself. And then I realized. I had a place, but I was the only one in it. I didn’t know any other way to live.” (Found on the InuYasha Wikiquote page).

I am the product of an interracial union. I love seeing interracial couples. People that look beyond ethnic backgrounds and find love despite what others may think. It matters so much to me, it’s one of the reasons why I write IR books and why I felt compelled to put together this collection. To celebrate love. I hope you enjoy the stories we have to offer you.

To find out more about the Lovings and Loving vs Virginia click here.

This Collection and story is a celebration of love in all its forms.

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Kilt Tease by Melissa Blue
Redheaded Stranger by Amie Stuart
Grind by J. Hali Steele
Once With A Cowboy by Selena Illyria

Blurb:
Take one stubborn and sexy cowboy, add in a voluptuous beauty, mix in emotions, and stir.

Vanessa and Tyler have been friends with benefits for a year. While he’s fallen in love with her, she’s tried to keep her distance. Convinced by her parents that she’s a failure in everything from relationships to jobs, she’s come to believe that she isn’t worthy of love.

Tyler fell for Vanessa from day one when she came to him for a job. He’s accepted her distances and a friends with benefits relationship, while keeping his feelings to himself. Well, not to himself, he had to tell his family right? When his aunt blurts out the dirty details, he has to deal with the fallout.

Can Nessa move beyond her past and what she thought she deserved? Will he take her back despite the hurt she’s caused him?

Warning:
This Swirl Romance contains, sex toys, voyeurism, a sexy cowboy who can’t keep his hands to himself, a curvaceous, plus-sized bartender and a big mouthed aunt.
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Find out more about Selena Illyria at www.selenaillyria.com.

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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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

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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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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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Sunday Snippet: Carnevale and Subterfuge

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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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Normally she liked to know more about her lovers, but this was supposed to have been a fantasy weekend, not form-a-connection-with-a-stranger weekend. She blew out a breath and looked around. One more day in this amazing place was all she had. The scent of coffee and incense perfumed the air in an odd mix that both soothed and energized. Ana couldn’t wait to see this world through his eyes. She was pretty sure they’d miss all the tourist traps and go straight to the gems.

As the people passed by the café, Ana sipped her coffee. Something inside her unwound. She felt more relaxed than she’d ever known. On the ship, there was always tension until she went to bed at night. Once she got up it started all over again. Here, right now, she could breathe and be herself with someone who seemed to care and who actually saw her. She just wished there weren’t so many things standing in the way. Captain Drogan would have little humor if he found out she’d willingly spent her weekend with a known criminal.

What would it be like to be with him always? To actually form a relationship with him? She pushed those thoughts away. The fact that she trusted him didn’t mean anything. Besides, all they had was attraction. That was it. Could one build a relationship with just that? She didn’t want to think about it anymore.

Ana finished off her coffee and waved over the waiter. After paying the bill she sat, unable to decide what to do. Dodger was still talking to that man. Part of her wanted to just go, to just leave this place and disappear into the crowd. The more time she spent with him, the harder it would be to forget him when it came time to leave. She did want to get the tour of the places the locals hung at, but not if that meant tearing up when they parted come nightfall. That’s exactly what she knew would happen.

After a bit of wavering, she made her decision and scribbled out a quick lie on the napkin about having been called back to the ship early. She thanked him for the wonderful time. Then Anarrae flagged down the waiter and asked that the napkin be given to Dodger five minutes after she left. She stood up and slipped into the crowd hoping, praying, that he wouldn’t come after her.

When ten minutes passed and she didn’t hear him calling after her, relief swept through her, but on the heels of that feeling an ache took residence in her chest and she wasn’t sure why. She told herself that it was only a weekend, nothing more.

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Snippet Sunday: Carnevale & Subterfuge

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CarnevaleAndSubterfuge_BySelenaIllyria-200x300Blurb:

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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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.

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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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Se

Sunday Snippet: Dragon New Year: Dragons at Midnight

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One dragon is hot enough, but three can make this tiger shifter burn in the most delightful ways.

Tiger shifter Louisa thought she’d ring in the New Year all alone. Little did she know that three younger dragon shifters plan on making sure she celebrates things right. Add a little steam, a few dragon shifters with dirty minds, and some creative use of furniture and New Year’s Eve becomes the perfect scorching-hot party for four.

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Louisa ran a rag over the dark, wood bar and glanced up at the clock. She had a few hours to get home, put on a party hat, and settle down in front of the TV before the ball dropped. Another year gone and alone as usual. Her sister was off partying Goddess only knew where. Not even a call to invite her to a party.
Her thoughts strayed to the Trio of Trouble, her co-workers, Torsten, Brent and Fletcher. The thought of those three sent a shiver down her spine and heat spreading through her stomach. From Brent’s laid-back, easy charm and smile and his sky blue eyes that always glittered with mischief and flirtation to Fletch—she could sense a sensitive soul under all the bluff and bluster. And then there was their leader, the quiet and intense Tor, whose gaze never seemed to stray far from her. In his brown eyes flecked with silver, she could see unspoken desires and emotions as well as thoughts he kept to himself.
Her feline curiosity was always piqued when she looked at him. There were so many questions he wanted to ask. For all the times she tried to ignore her desires for him and his friends, her brain refused to keep her thoughts in order. Like clockwork, the fantasies she tried to keep strictly to nighttime would rise as soon as she saw one of them, and they only increased in intensity when she looked at Tor.
As of late, those fancies had turned to the ménage variety. At first her dreams were plagued by singular encounters. The more she hung around them, the more all of them would filter into her mind during sleep. The idea of having one man had satisfied her, but three—especially those three—brought to mind her nightly fantasies. Her feline side would come to life, adding more intense wants like bondage, the chase, blood and good, long, hard sex. It had been so long since she’d indulged in her tiger’s wants and needs.
Being a tiger was a lot harder to manage than being a lion or jaguar. Tigers had darker wants and needs, more violence. Being pent up in one place didn’t suit. And unlike some other shifters they didn’t settle down with one person. Monogamy was a foreign concept.
Her parents hadn’t been married when she came along, and once she was old enough her father took off and her mother just kept going. Bouncing around from one place to another gave her a sense of never knowing home and, unlike her kin, craving one place to stay and live. Finding Shadowed Bay had been perfect—a haven for paranormal and human to live and work side by side without much fuss or muss.
Now that she had a home, there was nothing she wanted to do to threaten it, and getting involved with one dragon, much less three, wasn’t on her list of wants no matter how much they made her burn and yearn for sex. There was also the resistance to any sort of relationship. Lonely as her existence had been, she didn’t want to be mated.
As soon as she’d come of age, her mother had tried to pass her off to a tiger who was more interested in having a harem than a relationship beyond the sex. After a lot of yelling, threats, and a fight to escape him, she’d been freed, but not without a warning that she was a marked and exiled woman. It had been her luck to be set up with an Alpha Tiger who had a lot of pull and sway. He’d made it clear she was to be shunned by her kind. Tigers and other felines—out of fear—avoided her like the plague unless they had to interact with her, and even then they’d need a written declaration that they hadn’t initiated the encounter, she had.
It pissed her off but she didn’t mind so much. It kept the felines from hitting on her, and feline men could be extremely arrogant, self-centered, and stubborn. They felt they were the cat’s meow whether they were or weren’t. The women could be vain, selfish, and too absorbed in material things. She didn’t subscribe to any of that. Plain, simple and easy. No fuss and no muss and no complications of any kind was her motto, and she lived by that. To her, the young dragons were a complication, and a whole lot of fuss and muss. For one thing, they were young, in their early twenties, and far too good-looking for their own good.
She had no desire to be a notch on their bedposts or something to brag about. The division between dragons and tigers may have ended in a pact but that didn’t mean she had to trust them. Especially when they came in such delicious looking packages. It didn’t help that her cat Whisper loved to be around them—always rubbing up against them, purring loudly when any of them was near—and could always be found on their laps getting a good rub down or a scratch behind her ears. Slut, she thought. If Louisa didn’t know any better, she’d think her cat was trying to match her up with one of the dragons. Whisper didn’t act that way about anyone else, that was for sure.
Her boss, Rune, even commented on Whisper’s attachment to the trio. A soft meow came out of the darkness. The overly fluffy Persian padded toward her. The bottlebrush tail swished back and forth. Her large blue eyes blinked at up her mistress, an expression of contentment on her face. “You ready for the New Year, Whis? You’ll get an extra bit of tuna tonight.”
“Merow?” Whisper sat down. Her tail continued to sweep across the floor. She seemed to know words like tuna, treats, and nap but things like no didn’t seem to make a dent in her kitty brain. Just like a feline, Louisa mused. “Yes, tuna. And no, the trio isn’t here to give you extra treats. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re after.”
“Merow?” Whisper blinked up at her, innocence in her gaze.
Louisa rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to play the innocent. I know you try to get into the catnip when I’m not looking. Anyway, you’ll get extra tuna and some extra petting too. I’ll even make a fire so you can stretch out in front of it. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
Whisper got up and brushed against her in a sinuous glide of fur against denim. A loud purr drifted up to let her know the kitty was satisfied.
After a glance around, she saw there was nothing else to do but blow out the candles. The soft, dim glow had added a lovely, romantic, intimate feel earlier in the night when they’d served an early dinner to parties on their way to other festivities. Now the bar was empty. Louisa didn’t want to leave. She had all the champagne she would need, there was a TV, she had snacks from the kitchen, and her e-reader was in her purse. All she needed was someone to smooch, and the night would be perfect. Spending the night at work wouldn’t exactly be anyone’s ideal for New Year’s Eve, but she didn’t want to return to an empty house. Not again, anyway.
Her thoughts turned to the Triple Heat boys. At least that was what she called them. Usually she avoided even looking at anyone younger than herself. She wasn’t exactly young at thirty-five, but she’d always thought that she’d be married or in a serious relationship by thirty. Work and going back to college to study business management had kept her busy and her nights filled with homework and work schedules. Now that most of that was over, she was alone with only a cat to call company. It was by no means a bad thing but around this time of year, with Christmas, New Year’s, and Valentine’s Day all coming one after another, she really did feel how alone she was. Especially Valentine’s Day. Glowering over the upcoming Cupid-friendly, couples atmosphere that would sweep through the town, she threw the cloth under the bar and made sure everything was as it should be.
Again, Tor, Brent, and Fletch came up. Her body heated and began to hum with arousal. She thought back to nights when sensual dreams of having one or all of the men haunted her. Fantasies of a ménage plagued her waking days as well. Sometimes when she glanced over at them and caught their eyes, a flash of a heated kiss or a little groping in a storeroom, or something more with one or more of them. It took an embarrassing encounter or her boss, Rune, jolting her out of her daydream for her to refocus.
Shaking her head, she shoved back any thought of the trio and all the naughty and corrupt things she’d like to do to them and turned her attention to performing the end of the night clean up. “Besides, just because they wink at you or flirt a bit doesn’t mean they want you,” she grumbled to herself. “I’m older and in no way shape or form going to morph into Scarlett anytime soon. So might as well read about scorching hot sex.”
“Merow?” Whisper responded.
She shook her head. “You don’t care. You just want treats.” With a chuckle, Louisa turned away and headed toward the last of the tables to finish the cleanup.
Explosions burst from outside, casting pink, yellow, blue, and green shadows through the window. The sounds of parties and cheering joined the fireworks. She glanced toward the front of the bar and saw a few shadows drift past. Shifters in their animal forms could be seen. A small smile curled her lips. Her inner tigress watched the reveler with interest.
A sound from the kitchen drew her attention. Her ears prickled as voices reached her. Tension flooded her body as she strained to listen. She crept forward and continued to listen. The tigress hissed and stood up in her cage, ready to act if her human counterpart didn’t.
A soft mewl from over her shoulder made her stop and glance back at Whisper. The Persian darted under a booth chair to hide. Satisfied her pet wouldn’t be in danger, she moved toward the kitchen, listening to the voices increase in volume.
She called on her inner tiger for a partial shift, her nails turned into thin daggers. Her body was hot and primed to pounce and transform. The tiger’s power increased inside her, the pressure growing as energy glided along her muscles and tendons. A dull ache throbbed through her arms, legs, and torso. Her hands shook as she held back the full power of the tiger. Until she was sure the intruders were a threat she wasn’t going to go full tigress on them.

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Sunday Snippet: Lonely No More

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Lonely No More 

Excerpt Rating (PG-13): The Curse 

Genre: Paranormal, Contemporary 

ISBN: 978-1-59578-552-7 

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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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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.

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Some Awesome News!

DragonUgly_bySelenaIllyria_200x300I guess I can let the cat of the bag. Brent from Dragon Ugly was nominated for ARe’s Ultimate Shifter ChallengeAs Alpha as it Gets“. The Challenge starts August 1st and ends August 30th, and will feature 32 of the hottest shifters around. More details to come. Congrats to all the nominees.
Oh a personal note, I’m truly honored by this nomination.
Se