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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.

NSC Loving Day Collection 1:

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.
Available at Amazon

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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Sunday Snippet: Tempestuous Crossings

Tempestuous Crossings

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Blurb:

tempestuouscrossings_original-1-1Welcome to Draven?s Crossing, where fantasies and nightmares walk among us?

Vampire Mayor Draven desires mortal Rose. Her rebuffs excite him. When she finally gives in to his advances, their coming together is explosive, and their passion is more than he could?ve anticipated.

But a serial killer divides his attention. Can he keep his town safe from this mysterious menace and convince Rose that they belong together despite her reservations?

As a new resident of Draven’s Crossing, all Rose wants to do is her job. Draven could be a distraction she can’t afford, but she can’t ignore him or her arousal.

 

Excerpt:

“Yes. Drink me.” Her pussy rippled around his cock as she rocked her hips. Desire seared through her veins as the heat inside of her increased. She moaned, pressing her throat closer to his lips. “Please,” she pleaded. “Want it.”

Every cell in her body hummed for this moment. Draven’s hands massaged her breasts harder. His hips moved faster. He pressed a kiss over her pulse point.

Her heartbeat seemed to triple by that one act. She moved her hands up and gripped his hips, her nails digging into the skin. He growled low, the sound rough and dark as if it came from a shadowed place within him.

“Mine,” he whispered before biting down. Intense pain burst in the center of her chest. She released his hips and reached up to claw at his biceps as tears slipped down her cheeks. Her mouth dropped open in a wordless cry as the center of her world came down to that one act. The throbbing, pulsing ache turned into a hot thread of fire that burned through her, singeing her right down to her soul. The backs of her eyeballs felt hot. Her lips, fingertips and toes tingled. Fires exploded in small bursts through her body like fireworks. She shook as her cunt contracted.

Rose felt as if she balanced on a knife’s edge with darkness hovering just on the other side. The sensation of falling filled her as she screamed. Each tug of his lips pulled at something deep inside of her. He drank and drank and drank. The desire increased, multiplying tenfold until she sobbed. Their bodies continued to move. Her breasts slid against his chest. Electric strings shot straight to her core. Heat ebbed through her body as the orgasm welled up inside of her. The wave broke. She came on a cry, drowning in pleasure, pain, and darkness.

Draven released her neck and continued to thrust into her until he found his climax. Body straining, his cock thickened and pulsed inside of her as he came. He continued to thrust into her through it all. Rose collapsed on him, breathing hard. Her heart raced. She felt lightheaded. The edges of her vision became black.

“Rose?” Draven murmured. “Rose?”

“Hmm?” She lifted her head a small bit. It felt so heavy. It dropped back to his chest.

“Shit.” He struggled beneath her. She wasn’t sure why. It was so comfortable to lie there. Sleep tugged at her. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift. The blackness closed in. Not afraid, she allowed it to cocoon her.

 

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Sizzling Saturday Snippet: Thawing Ava

Thawing Ava

USA Today Recommended

Blurb:

SE_ThawingAva_coverinHockey player Brice Douglas has never gotten over the Christmas he spent with Ava Johnson back in college. Now, years later, he’s in trouble with his team, the Witch Fields Prowlers. Desperate to keep their rabble-rousing player’s head in the game, they hire a babysitter to keep his ass out of a sling and home in his bed at night: Ava. He’s determined to make up for lost time, while convincing her he’s not the man the team made him out to be, using every dirty, sexy trick he can.

Ava just got out a relationship with a cheating fiancé. She needs time to rebuild her life and babysitting her old college crush maybe the answer to her prayers–so long as sex isn’t involved. Yet, with his sexy nightly self-pleauring sessions and dirty talk her resistance quickly starts wearing thin. With every day that passes, she’s growing more comfortable with him and his desire for her.

Will she be putting Brice on ice, or will he end up thawing Ava?

 

Excerpt:

She shifted in her seat and looked down at the counter. “Okay, deal. So are you too tired for…?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to finish that sentence.

“Say it, Ava,” Brice ordered.

Heat flared in her face and prickled along her ears. She licked her lips. “Um, are you too tired for what you promised me?”

Brice shook his head, and her heart sank. “Ava, be explicit. Tell me what you want.”

“Do you want to tie me down on the bed and use sex toys on me?” He hadn’t talked about vibrators and dildos, but she decided to throw that in there and see if he’d be put off. Brice had mentioned that he wanted to watch her masturbate, to see how she liked it, but this was putting her pleasure completely at his control.

The room grew hotter, and the fireplace wasn’t even on. She toyed with her phone. His gaze weighed on her, caressing the column of her neck, swirling around her breasts, and slipping down her stomach to whisper against her thickened labia. She could feel his fingertips ghosting over her flesh.

“Look at me, Ava.” Brice’s voice was deep, dark, hardened with command.

She met his gaze. “Yes?”

“I told you before you never have to feel ashamed with me over your desires and needs. You have to be honest with me and me with you. Now using sex toys on you—do you want me to use the ones I have, or do you want to use yours?”

He had sex toys? “Why would you have sex toys?”

He chuckled and replied, “I always wanted to be prepared in case I found a lover with my interests. If we came back here, which was rare, if ever, I’d be ready. Good enough explanation?” He moved around the counter.

She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “Yes, and thank you for not getting defensive with my asking.”

“Another Perry thing?” His eyes narrowed, and anger flared briefly before it disappeared to be replaced by an emotion she couldn’t identify.

She nodded. “Yes, but I want to move on from there, do things I was denied, and finally acknowledge and give in to my desires.”

He cupped her cheek and gave it a stroke before he stepped back. “Good. Just let me take a shower, okay? Marsh talked me into a workout while analyzing my games. I feel like I’ve pushed myself so hard that I’ll need some massage therapy tomorrow. Sex will help, though.” He gave her a kiss on her cheek, finished his slice, then went into the bathroom.

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Sunday Snippet

Draven’s Crossing: Tempestuous Crossings

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Welcome to Draven?s Crossing, where fantasies and nightmares walk among us?

Vampire Mayor Draven desires mortal Rose. Her rebuffs excite him. When she finally gives in to his advances, their coming together is explosive, and their passion is more than he could?ve anticipated.

But a serial killer divides his attention. Can he keep his town safe from this mysterious menace and convince Rose that they belong together despite her reservations?

As a new resident of Draven’s Crossing, all Rose wants to do is her job. Draven could be a distraction she can’t afford, but she can’t ignore him or her arousal.

 

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Snippet:

Desire slid a sharp finger down her spine, causing her to thrust out her chest. The ache between her legs intensified as the distance between her and Draven closed.

Ding.

The door slid open, and she found Draven standing there waiting for her. Dark hunger burned in his eyes. All she could do was whimper before he grabbed her arm and pulled her into an embrace. Stumbling off of the elevator, she went willingly and gave herself to his scent and heat once again. Something inside of her clicked, and she relaxed against him.

Draven buried his head in the crook of her neck and sighed. Moist breath fanned her skin. Goosebumps rose as her stomach dropped.

“I’ve missed you. Been thinking about you, waiting for this moment.” He sounded so tired, which worried her.

“What’s wrong?” Moving her body back a bit, she slipped the files under her arm and slid a free hand into his hair. Combing her fingers through his silken tresses, she smiled when he sighed at the touch. His hand pressed in the small of her back, urging her to move closer. No protests; she went with the guidance. A small moan began in her chest and moved up her throat when she felt the press of his erection against her stomach. He rocked against her and groaned aloud.

“It’s been a long day. Need to get you into the office before I drop to my knees and eat you out here in the hallway.” His hand slid over one cheek of her ass. As he squeezed, he drew another groan from her. Heat flooded her sex and spread outward.

“Draven,” she started.

He scraped his fangs down her neck. That one small touch burned her skin and sent tendrils of fire tingled at the base of her back.

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Sizzling Saturday Snippet and New Review

Eostre’s Baskets: Stacking the Deck

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Bounty hunter and dragon shifter Dean returns home hoping to spend some time with his office manager and new mate Carrie. What he gets is confusion. Hes confronted with communication and connection issues. He feels attacked and backed into a corner with no direction to go in. To find a place to start he turns to Sundaes Adult Easter Baskets hoping that this will give him a handhold to grip as he tries to break through the walls both of them have erected due to their pasts.

Carrie has missed her mate but cant take the lack of communication she feels when hes on the job. For the longest time shes been alone. Now that she has a mate she wants to feel that connection to another person. She doesnt know why Dean holds himself back from her, both on the road and while at home. She needs him to be present and here, to open up to her. But if she pushes too hard she could lose him forever. Can Sundae’s keep it’s sexily ever after guarantee?

 

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“I’ve missed you, minx,” he murmured against her neck.

She shivered under him. He ran his hands up and down her back, absorbing the feel of her damp, silken skin. It felt like forever since he’d touched her, kissed her. She took his lips in a slow, hungry kiss that blew his mind. His thoughts scattered as she sucked on his tongue once more with shallow pulls before taking it farther into her mouth. His dick jerked as more droplets of precum slipped over the cap and down the side. She reached between them and took hold of his cock. He moaned and thrust his hips upward. Electric sparks burst in his blood as the fire swirled within, hotter, molten.

He pulled his head away with moan. “Amore, please.”

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You Gotta Read This:

“Dean and Carrie make a great couple. The love that they share is evident in all that they do. It was nice to watch the two try to find a way to connect with each other. Both have gone through so much in their lives. Watching them fight for their happy ever after makes for a great read. As hot as this story is it also gives readers a beautiful love story. We get to see two wonderful characters look and fight for a love that only comes once in a lifetime. This fast paced story grabbed my attention right from the start and did not let go until the very end.”- Gabrielle

Rating: You Need to Read This

Review Link: http://yougottaread.com/review-eostres-baskets-stacking-the-deck-by-selena-illyria/

 

 

Sunday Snipppet: Blood Claim 1: Trapped

Blood Claim: Trapped

Excerpt (R), Feeding

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial

ISBN: 978-1-59632-851-8

Novella

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Kit has never forgotten the cruel way Rysen rejected her as a possible consort over a hundred years ago. She’s striven to get stronger, pushing her attraction to him down and using her anger as fuel.

Rysen has always regretted the way he rejected Kit. As much as he loved her, Rysen despised the way her clan tried to use her as a political gambit for power and protection. But he never stopped wanting Kit, trying to make her his in every way possible.

When enemies attack, they use old magic to seal themselves off and stay safe. But now they find themselves trapped with a century of hunger rising between them….

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, domination.

 

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Publisher: http://www.loose-id.com/Blood-Claim-Trapped.aspx

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Excerpt:

Rysen ignored the throbbing of his cock. As much as he wanted to fuck her right now, he couldn’t. She was unconscious and she was hurt. When he got her in his bed, she was going to be awake and strong and enjoying every last bit of it.

His gaze roamed over her bruised and battered face. “Gods, she is beautiful,” he murmured. He leaned down, scooped her up in his arms, and held her close. He took in her mocha skin, some patches darker with bruises. One eye was swollen shut. He regretted every mark, every bruise, every injury he had inflicted on her, but words did not work with her. Ever since he had passed her over a hundred years ago, when her clan had offered her to him as one of his consorts, she’d loathed him, and she’d taken up her clan’s fight to avenge his insult against them.

He had wanted her — by the gods, he had wanted her — but he had always felt she was just too fine to bring into his world. She deserved better than to be a political sacrifice. His body shuddered at the very thought of her in his bed, arms over her head, tied to the bedposts, her legs spread far apart, her hairless mound glistening with her dew. Her pussy already dripping, ready for him to fuck her hard, fast, and deep. He wanted the image in his head so badly, and yet he knew if he even tried to make a move, she’d either kill him or die trying. He was tired of fighting her. He wanted to tie her to his bed, blindfold her, and show her the delights that could be had if she would only let him dominate her.

Carrying her up the stairs, he held her body close, cradling her like a precious relic. He made his way to the second floor. Out of all the women he’d ever encountered, she inflamed him like no one else. Her oval face, with her large, liquid brown eyes flecked with red, haunted him. Her full lips beckoned him. The graceful column of her neck invited him to sink his teeth into her jugular and drink deep of her life essence. He wanted to cup her small, high breasts and watch his hands travel along the curves of her sides, over her hips, down her thighs, caress her calves, and massage her feet. He wanted to rub his scent into her skin so that all would know she belonged to him and only him. There would be no others if she agreed to be his consort.

He could smell the odious poison in her blood. The wound on her palm was still open, blood slowly dripping from the cut. He would have to drain most of her blood and give her some of his. She would hate him for that.

Giving her his blood would allow him to track her wherever she went, to invade her thoughts and dreams, sense her moods, even from thousands of miles away. He would know if she were with someone else, he could even see through her eyes and take control of her body. He was the third chieftain of the Vampyre nation. He was the third most powerful vampyre in existence, his clan the third largest, and he was also third in line to ascend to the throne of the Vampyre monarchy. All he needed was a queen.

He made his way through a hallway and couldn’t understand why she’d bought this horrid place. It had no class, no sophistication. It was out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods, the nearest town five miles away.

“How in the hell is help supposed to get here in case of an emergency?” he asked the sleeping figure in his arms. “And it’s not even pretty land. For the love of the gods, the garden is overrun with weeds. The lake is a cesspool, and I have yet to see one animal around here. My darling, you should have taken my offer to make you a queen. Then you could’ve had all the beautiful land you could want.”

Even in sleep she defied him. As if on its own, her hand rose and tried to hit him.

He chuckled. “I shall call it a pet project for you, then. A hobby. But this should not be your life. You’re too talented to waste your gifts on this place.”

She tried to hit him again. He wanted to take hold of her hand and kiss the back of it, brush his lips against the pulse point and feel her heart beat. He looked up and saw he was only a few feet away from the bedroom he sought, the largest one at the end of the hallway. He could feel the rival vampyres outside, walking around, plotting their next move. Once he saw to her comfort and recovery, he would go outside and destroy them.

“How dare they interrupt our fight,” he growled. “As soon as I know who they are, they will be dealt with.”

If he had won, she would have been forced to concede to him, and therefore her fate would be in his hands. As much as he hadn’t wanted it to come down to that, he would have preferred it to the suicide mission she seemed to be on when she decided it was in her best interest to fight him.

“So stubborn is my darling,” he murmured softly. He loved her for that. He loved everything about her.

He kicked open the door and looked around. He was relieved to see that the room was in good condition. The furniture was of good quality, no dust or broken items. A large bed, piled high with pillows and bed coverings, stood against a far wall, the headboard a wrought-iron monstrosity whose top nearly hit the ceiling.

“This will do for now. You, my darling, deserve so much more.” His cock throbbed at the thought of laying her down in the silks, satins, furs, and velvets of his own massive bed. He shook his head. He wouldn’t feed his sexual desire now, not yet anyway. He refused to leave her while some unknown threat waited outside, prowling around looking for a weakness in Blyder’s protection spells.

“They won’t find them,” Rysen murmured as he arranged her on the bed and pulled off her boots. He paused, wondering if he should undress her to see how extensive the damage was. Making up his mind, he gently took off her tank top. Next, he removed her jeans and then her underwear.

Once she was naked, he catalogued all that he saw. Though his body reacted to the sight of her, his mind worked overtime to keep his lust at bay. He could see the bruises and wounds slowly starting to heal or disappear, but not fast enough. He took hold of her wrist and held it, palm up. Her self-inflicted wound had not disappeared.

She was too weak. Her immune system wouldn’t be able to defend itself until she had fully recovered. The poison was working much too well.

Swearing, he placed her arm gently on the bed and shrugged out of his black leather duster. Kneeling, he took hold of her arm and brought it to his mouth. His tongue lapped at the spot he would bite into, preparing it to stave off infection.

His canines extended. His body began to heat, and his cock grew harder. He kissed her pulse point before biting down, and his back arched as her blood hit his tongue. The sweet, salty, metallic flavor caused his taste buds to explode with pleasure. His eyes drifted closed while her life filled his mouth like sweet, hot lava. The faint bitterness of the poison did not dampen his pleasure; it was nothing to one of his strength. He drank of her, careful not to drink too much.

A soft moan drew his attention. He saw her back arch, her breasts thrust into the air. The scent of her desire filled his nostrils, and he moaned in response. Blood slipped from his mouth, coating his chin, dripping down to stain his shirt.

Easy, darling. Be at peace. I’m going to take the poison from you,” he whispered with his mind.

I’m dying,” she responded.

No. I won’t allow it. You will not meet the Great Maker now or ever, if I have my way. Relax, my darling. Let me take care of you.

No…”

Do it,” he growled out.

He felt her resist before he reached out with his power. Like a whip cutting through the air, his power flicked out into the space between them; like rope, he wrapped his will around her, pressing her down to the mattress. Her body flinched before relaxing back onto the bed. Once he was sure he had taken enough of her blood, he reluctantly released her wrist and lapped at the wound. Once the puncture marks were closed, he bit down into his own wrist.

He gazed upon her naked body, which looked cold and waxy, almost deathlike. He shuddered. He’d become a vampyre so he wouldn’t have to lose anyone else he loved. Seeing her like this reinforced how much he loved her. His wound welled, blood dripping down onto the worn bedspread. He reached out and pried her lips apart.

“Don’t fight me, darling. Drink of me.”

He placed his wrist at her mouth and watched her react. Reaching up, she took hold of his arm, holding it in a vise grip, her lips pressed to his flesh. Her tongue darted out and lapped at his wounds, causing pinpricks of fire to dance up his arm, inflaming his arousal. Her mouth latched onto his wrist, and each pull of her lips felt like a caress on his cock.

Rysen’s shaft throbbed in time with each tug. He reached down and, with one hand, ripped open the button of his jeans, pulled down the tab, and slipped his hand into his pants. Taking hold of his dick, he began to stroke his hardened rod, eyes now closed, head tilted back. He rose on his knees and, with a bit of awkwardness, tugged his pants down until his cock was fully freed. He wrapped his fist around his shaft and started to pump, up and down, in a grip that would cause tears to form in most men’s eyes. The pain and pleasure cascaded through his body. Warm waves ebbed and flowed through his veins as his hips moved back and forth. He fucked his hand as if he were inside her.

Rysen,” she moaned, her voice echoing softly in his mind. He grunted in response.

My love,” he answered. He did not care that he had just admitted his feelings for her or what she would think of them. He paused briefly, remembering the moment that had brought them to this place. The point where he had become her enemy a hundred years ago.

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Publisher: http://www.loose-id.com/Blood-Claim-Trapped.aspx

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Nook: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Trapped-Blood-Claim/Selena-Illyria/e/9781596328518/?itm=1&USRI=selena+illyria

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Blood-Claim-ebook/dp/B002V1H2BG/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1299357354&sr=1-6

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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Captain on Deck By Dahlia Rose

CoD_DRRelease Date: October 8th 2014 (Amazon, Barnes  & Noble , Smashwords)

Blurb…

Azaria Wyatt was raised a military brat so being alone or in a different country wasn’t anything new to her.  She went to the places that few dared to go to get the pictures that magazines vied for. On one of those trips it seemed her luck ran out because she was stuck in the middle of the amazon. Her travel guide left her to be taken hostage for ransom. Using her sat phone, she reached out and was given a way out. A navy ship but they couldn’t break protocol to get her she had to make her way to them. Azaria knew she couldn’t swim it so under the cover of darkness she stole a small boat.

To hell with being a hostage or worse, she was saving herself. Finally she was safe and aboard the USS Dale she was taken to the Commander Dane Pratt. His sexy blue eyes and handsome looks captured her interest instantly. But the straight-laced naval officer had one thing to say. They’d be on the sea for three month before they returned to the United States and no fraternizing with the crew. That was all good she could definitely because it wasn’t the crew that captured her interest but is commander. Twelve weeks to home, Azaria wondered if she could get the sexy ship captain to break a few rules with her.

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