Showing posts with label Erotica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erotica. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Books With Fangs: April, 2015

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: I Wish
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 10 Book 2
April 21, 2015

Synopsis:

Buffy and her crew get their fight on, as they try to take control of the new rules of magic! While new living arrangements take some getting used to, Buffy and the Scoobies head for adventure in Sunnydale, where Andrew is up to his good/bad/old tricks again. And as everyone continues to feel the responsibility of writing the new magical rules, they are tempted by what new rules can do for them…just like the Big Bads who have come knocking on Buffy’s door! (Goodreads)

Pirate's Alley by Suzanne Johnson
Sentinel's of New Orleans Book 4
April 21, 2015

Synopsis:

Wizard sentinel DJ Jaco thought she had gotten used to the chaos of her life in post-Katrina New Orleans, but a new threat is looming, one that will test every relationship she holds dear.

Caught in the middle of a rising struggle between the major powers in the supernatural world—the Wizards, Elves, Vampires and the Fae—DJ finds her loyalties torn and her mettle tested in matters both professional and personal.

Her relationship with enforcer Alex Warin is shaky, her non-husband, Quince Randolph, is growing more powerful, and her best friend, Eugenie, has a bombshell that could blow everything to Elfheim and back. And that's before the French pirate, Jean Lafitte, newly revived from his latest "death," returns to New Orleans with vengeance on his mind. DJ's assignment? Keep the sexy leader of the historical undead out of trouble. Good luck with that.

Duty clashes with love, loyalty with deception, and friendship with responsibility as DJ navigates passion and politics in the murky waters of a New Orleans caught in the grips of a brutal winter that might have nothing to do with Mother Nature.

War could be brewing, and DJ will be forced to take a stand. But choosing sides won't be that easy. (Goodreads)

Fierce Enchantment by Carrie Ann Ryan
Dante's Circle Book 5
April 14, 2015

Synopsis:

Humans aren’t as alone as they choose to believe. Every human possesses a trait of supernatural that lays dormant within their genetic make-up. Centuries of diluting and breeding have allowed humans to think they are alone and untouched by magic. But what happens when something changes?

Faith Sanders sacrificed her life to save her best friend—only to find herself trapped in an endless sleep. When she awakens, a year has past and everything has changed. Her friends have not only moved on with their lives, but now she’s forever bound to a man she’s never met.

When Levi Hughes created a mating bond with the raven-haired, fiery woman, he knew he’d have to face the consequences. Not only does the woman in question bring with her a new battle he might not be ready for, but his past has finally caught up with him. It will take more than the strength of their bond to not only survive their new worlds…but each other.

Warning: Contains a drop-dead sexy wizard with more than simple magic tricks up his sleeve, a lightning-struck, fierce woman who finds her paranormal half more shocking than she’d dreamed, an ex-wife who wants nothing but pain and death, and a mating bond so combustible that the world will be speaking of their seduction for an eternity. (Goodreads)

A Shade of Doubt by Bella Forrest
A Shade of Vampire Book 12
April 19, 2015

Synopsis:

Derek, Sofia and the twins return in the 12th book of A Shade of Vampire series! (Goodreads)

Gypsy by Patricia A. Rasey
Sons of Sangue Book 3
April 2-8, 2015

Synopsis:

Grayson “Gypsy” Gabor loves the ladies. As a matter of fact, the more the merrier. Life is good. That is until a mishap with a sexy as hell redhead leaves them mated. The eldest of vampires, Vlad Tepes, gives him a choice: keep her or give her up for all eternity to his one-time best friend, Anton.

Tamera Cantrell sets her sights on the Vice President of the Sons of Sangue, Gypsy. One night gone wrong, and she finds herself in the middle of one vampire who hates her and one who adores her. She’s left with three months to prove to the one who despises her that he can’t live without her.

Add in one Mexican Cartel, a vindictive primordial vampire, and a rival MC out for blood, and Gypsy has his hands full with club business. When Tamera’s life becomes endangered, Gypsy must act quick or chance losing her forever. (Goodreads)

Blood Vengeance by Tessa Dawn
Blood Curse Book 7
April 27, 2015

Synopsis:

Ramsey Olaru is a bona fide bad-ass: a lethal vampire, a seasoned warrior, and a ruthless mercenary in the king’s Sentinel Guard. He’s accustomed to taking what he wants, ramrodding his way through obstacles, and silencing anything—or anyone—who gets in his way. So when his Gemini Blood Moon reveals Tiffany Matthews as his long-awaited destiny, he sets out to fulfill the demands of the Curse, claiming her as his own, swiftly and definitively. 

Tiffany Matthews is as independent as she is savvy, and she knows more than she should about the volatile underworld of the Vampyr, the powerful, preternatural beings that dwell in Dark Moon Vale. She has carved out a peaceful, solitary place in a world filled with violence and fear, and she plans to keep it that way. The sassy human has no time for the brutal, unforgiving warrior—or his ominous Blood Moon.

Little do Tiffany and Ramsey know; they are not alone in this game of chance. Deep in the bowels of the Dark Ones’ Colony, an unforeseen evil is stirring: A demon-hearted vampire has finally found a kindred soul, a human female so deliciously evil, she shares his desire to destroy the innocent. 

Before it’s over, the moon will bleed, the heart will break, and the soul will seek the ultimate solace: Blood Vengeance. (Goodreads)\

Ferals by Jacob Grey
April 28, 2015

Synopsis:

A sinister threat. A city in danger. A boy with the power to command the crows. Ferals is the first book in a dark, action-packed trilogy that’s part The Graveyard Book, part Batman, and all high-octane adventure.

Blackstone was once a thriving metropolis. But that was before the Dark Summer—a wave of violence and crime that swept through the city eight years ago, orchestrated by the fearsome Spinning Man. Now the Spinning Man is on the move again, and a boy named Caw is about to be caught in his web.

Caw has never questioned his ability to communicate with crows. But as the threat of a new Dark Summer looms, Caw discovers the underground world of Blackstone’s ferals—those with the power to speak to and control animals. Caw is one of them. And to save his city, he must quickly master abilities he never knew he had . . . and prepare to defeat a darkness he never could have imagined. (Goodreads)



Thursday, January 29, 2015

The Nightlife Las Vegas Review

The Nightlife Las Vegas by Travis Luedke
The Nightlife Book 2
Published February 23, 2013 by Smashwords
4 Blood Soaked Fangs

"For those who crave blood, violence and sex with their erotica this is the read for them."

Synopsis - 

Vampires, Aaron Pilan and his master Michelle, live by one rule - no bloodslaves. EVER. Aaron breaks that rule when he meets Anastasia. All Anastasia wants is to be loved and cherished, but the predatory men she’s attracted to bring her only pain and abuse. Escaping one train-wreck relationship for another, she finds happiness with Aaron and Michelle as a bloodslave, a 'pet'.

When Aaron uses his telepathy to win thousands at the gambling tables, he attracts the deadly attention of the Colombian Cartel and Aaron and Michelle are 'disappeared'. Addicted to the bite of her vampire lovers, Ana is desperate to find them. But, Las Vegas isn't ready for vampires mixing heroin, sex and vengeance. Ana is trapped in the spiraling chaos.

Find out what happens in the second novel of the Nightlife Series. (Goodreads)

Review -

While reading book 1 of the Nightlife Series I couldn't help but to crave more action and violence. Two of the main things I look for when reading any true vampire novel or novella. I was more than pleased with the depravity, blood violence and love mixed into to this addition to the series. First and foremost this book is definitely not for the faint of heart or anyone looking for just another Paranormal Romance in which is just basically nothing more than a Contemporary Romance with a few fangs mixed in. There is plenty of violence and definitely more than a little bit of gore.

In the first book to this series Michelle was more than dead set against the making of a bloodslave, whether accidental or on purpose. So much so that she was more than willing to destroy her lover and slave, Aaron, had he ever attempted to make another. Yet in walks Anatasia, a human with gypsie blood running through her veins, and just a touch of psychic ability. That touch being just enough to not only draw Aaron to her, but to also give him no other choice than to make her his, a bloodslave. While her initial reaction may have been to punish him, Michelle also feels the inexorable pull as he. As Ana is quickly pulled into their sordid fold and truly unpredictable love affair, enemies lurk within their grasp. Some wanting to kill them, others wanting to be them, other wanting no more than to screw them, but to the point of utter madness and willingness to kill. 

They say whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but that may not be the case with this dynamic vampire duo. As Michelle is the one once again who believes that mere humans will never be a credible threat to them, she is once again proven wrong. This time having more than a few everlasting effects. Not only may she be forced to succumb to an even more dangerous addiction that that of bloodlust, but one in which is dangerous to humans, and even more drastically dangerous for a vampire developing in very dangerous, and more than a little deadly, consequences. But, she will have more than a little fun along the way. And poor Aaron will have to learn his lessons as most do, the heart breakingly way.

Full of erotically detailed sex, depravity, violence and all three wrapped together more often than not, as well as more than a little bit of love mixed in, The Nightlife Las Vegas is a truly great read. NOT for the faint of heart nor the unimaginative. Original is definitely the first word that comes to mind when describing the series of Nightlife.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Release Day Blitz: Razel Dazzel





Fairytale Retelling / Erotica
Date Published: December 9, 2014

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A modern twist on a long haired tale....


Will she let down her hair for the man of her fantasies?

Famous for her long, golden hair and beaming smile, Razel D’Punz is the hottest model in the industry. But although most women would kill to get ahead in this profession, Razel lives an isolated life; one she has learnt to accept...until she meets Matthew Prince, a new photographer in the business.

Refusing to let her mother/agent’s strict rules stop her from spending time with the man of her fantasies, Razel quickly discovers that one night with Matthew isn’t enough.... And neither is the life she is chained to. Something will have to change if she is ever to get her very own Happily Ever After.


Warning: This title contains explicit language and graphic sex.



EXCERPT

Prologue

They were two beautiful people. Both strong and healthy, exactly what she was looking for.

The male was at least six foot, slender, but his body was firm. His light brown hair was slicked back, making his jaw-line and chiseled cheekbones more defined. His eyes were firmly fixed on his partner as they attempted the triple spin.

The female—such a petite thing with snow-white skin and a dazzling set of white teeth. Her blueeyes shone as she gazed up at him from a slanted dip. Her golden hair was tied up with stray curls hanging around her face.

Such a beautiful couple. They will do perfectly. She waited for the show to end.

*****

Gabriella stood in front of the dressing room door. The small copper star resting against the worn wood had lost its gleam; the scratched metal had seen better days. She moved her attention to the two sheets of paper pinned below it, one reading: Robert Burton; the other: Nina Hewson. The dancing couple from Arizona. A couple whose lives were about to change.

She knocked sharply upon the door, which opened immediately, bringing her eye to eye with the polite, green-blue gaze of Robert.

“May I help you?”

“You may indeed.” She walked past him into the small room.

The dressing room, like the rest of the broken-down theater, wasn’t anything special. The general necessities were there; a mirror, vanity table, railing for costumes, and two chairs that looked like they had been stolen from a high school classroom. And from what she could guess, the hideous, moth-eaten red fabric hanging from the wall toward the end of the small space was the door to the restroom. The faded floral wallpaper peeled in many places, and the room stank of sweat and cheap perfume. Her nose wriggled almost uncontrollably as the rancid smell swamped her. At the soundof the door shutting, she turned and focused her attention on Nina, who was standing and pulling her faded, pink silk robe shut.

She drank their beauty in almost hungrily, reminding herself why she was in the hellhole of a theatre in the first place. Robert moved and stood beside Nina, who had folded her arms across her chest.

Happy with her choice, Gabriella dusted one of the chairs and sat, making herself as comfortable as possible. This was the last place in the world she would ever choose to be, but for her plan to work, she would need working class people. Individuals hungry enough for fame and fortune that they would sell their souls to the devil himself just for a taste. Who could be more famished than a struggling performer; or in this case, a couple of performers?

So she’d had to drag herself downtown, forced to sit for two hours in the dump that somebody had a nerve to call a theater. No one in their right mind who cared about their career or their bodies would even consider what she was about to propose, but the information she had found on these two loved-up dreamers was enough to assure her that her money would be welcomed, even if it took quite a bit of persuading. And she was, after all, very good at persuading.

She placed her red purse on her knee and folded her hands. “May I just begin by saying that you are both simply marvelous dancers?” Her fake and flattering smile slid into place, and satisfaction stirred inside her as the compliment sank in.

Nina blushed as Robert nodded.

“Why, thank you.” His broad smile fluttered across his lips. “What can we do for you, miss?”

“I was wondering if you would like to make some extra money.”They glanced at each other.

“I was thinking along the lines of ten thousand. How does that suit you?”

Excitement sparked in their eyes. She could see the slight twitches running through their bodies at the offer, and she imagined they either wanted to embrace each other in sheer delight or fall at her feet and kiss her Prada shoes.

Nina beamed. “We would be very interested.”

“Yes,” Robert agreed, although hesitation quivered in his words. “But firstly, who are you?”

“My name is Gabriella D’Punz. I am—”

“Gabriella D’Punz, the founder of Ivory Tower Modeling Agency?” Nina dropped her arms to her side and took a step forward.

Gabriella cleared her throat and purged the surge of irritation that pulsed through her at the girl’s interruption. “That is right, my dear.”

“We accept.”

She fought the slight urge to smile at Nina’s conclusion. “You do not even know what I am proposing.”

Naturally, the girl would presume they were being offered a contract for modeling; why else would a modeling agent come to see them?

“But surely there is only one reason you would want to see us—”

“I’m afraid you have mistaken me, my dear.” Nina’s brow creased under her words. “Or should I say you jumped to conclusions. I am Gabriella D’Punz, founder and agent of Ivory Tower, but I have not come here to offer either of you a modeling contract.”

“But—”

“Although you are both beautiful—I openly admit it—and you are at a reasonable modeling quality, well, you are such wonderful dancers. That is where your hearts are, and I wouldn’t dare drag you away from that passion.”

“Then what do you want?” Nina asked, slumping down in the chair facing Gabriella.

“I want a child.” She paused as their eyebrows dipped in uncertainty to where this conversation was heading. “You see, my husband is growing old, and I am unable to have children….”

“I…I’m sorry to hear that, but what has this got to do with us?” Robert asked.

“Well, I was wondering if you could help me.”

Nina lifted her shoulders, her eyes widened a fraction. “How exactly?”

Gabriella’s focus shifted to Robert; a small smile curled her lips as realization blossomed over his face.

“Haven’t you heard of adoption?”

“Yes. But I want a surrogate mother and in all honesty, I have had my eyes on you,”—she rested her gaze on Nina—“my dear, for quite some time.”

Nina shifted in her seat. “What do you mean?”

“I want you to be my surrogate.”“What? No.” She shook her head. “No, I won’t do that.”

Robert stepped forward. “Why her? What do you mean; you’ve had your eyes on her?”“I saw a show of yours a year ago. I became interested in you. You’re both beautiful and in good health. From what I have learned of your education, you are both decently smart. All the qualities I need in a child. I have considered adoption for years, but I never found a child I liked.”

Nina’s eyes grew bigger. “What, you…you’ve been spying on us?”

“No, not spying. I just have an interest. I also have an interest in your career. You’re not making very much money. You have no home. You’re living out of Motels, travelling up and down the country—”

“How dare you!” Robert thundered. “How dare you come in here and…and poke your nose in to our business, to ask—”

“There’s no need to get hysterical.”

“No need? I...I...Get out! I want you out!”

Gabriella sighed. “I see you are going to make this difficult. So, let’s just get down to it, shall we? How much money do you want?”

“What? This isn’t about money,” Robert snapped.

“Nonsense, everything is about money.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her silver cigarette pouch. “Everyone has a price. So name it.”

“No. This isn’t about money. This is about a complete stranger waltzing into our dressing room demanding a baby from us!”

“I have not demanded anything from you. Please keep calm.” She placed a cigarette in her mouth and put the pouch back in her purse.“I will not! You have no right! No right to ask this! No right to go digging around in our private business!”

“I was not digging, and more to the point, I am offering you fifteen thousand dollars to have a child for me; for a woman who is unable to have children.” Gabriella pulled her lighter from her purse and lit the end of her cigarette.

“And that’s our problem?”

“I do not see what the problem is.”

“You wouldn’t, would you? You strut in here with your expensive clothes thinking you can buy people. Thinking you can buy a baby?” Robert's face grew redder with each word.

“Why did you choose us?” Nina’s voice was soft, tentative.

Removing the cigarette from between her lips, she blew out a cloud of smoke. “Because with your looks,—” Gabriella’s lips twisted into a smile “—you would give birth to a supermodel.”

“You’re disgusting,” Robert replied through clenched teeth. “Get out!”

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing. I get a child, and you get money.” She slipped the lighter back into her purse. “Money that you are both in need of.”

“Get out.” Nina stood up. Her hands balled into the material of her robe. “Please, get out.”

“Are you sure you want to turn this offer down?” She kept her attention on Nina as she stood. “Twenty thousand can really come in useful.”

Robert walked to the door and opened it. “Your money isn’t welcome here.”

She laughed, and glanced in his direction. “My money is welcome everywhere.”

“Get out.”

“Why are you so insulted?” She tucked her purse under her arm. “I am offering you twenty thousand dollars to have sex and get pregnant. Once you are pregnant, you will stay in my home as guests. My doctor will see you, take care of you, and then when it is time, he will deliver the baby. As soon as you are well, you may leave. You may leave twenty thousand dollars richer than you are at this very moment. You can get on with your lives, fulfill your dreams. Tell me what is so disagreeable?”

“You want me to get pregnant and sell my baby to you for twenty thousand dollars?” Lines creased Nina’s forehead.

“Yes.”

“No! It’s wrong.”

Gabriella shrugged. “Who said it is wrong?”

Nina shook her head. “I won’t do that.”

“Not even for twenty-five thousand dollars?” Gabriella quirked her right eyebrow. “How much do you want?”

“Get out!” Robert demanded once more.

“Fine.” She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small ivory card, which she placed on the vanity table beside Nina. “Call me when you realize this is the best offer you will receive in your lifetime.” She walked past Robert and out the door, turning right toward the fire exit.

Gabriella heard the door slam shut as she took another drag of her cigarette. Then the shouting began. She pushed the fire exit open as her smile spread to her ears.


About the Author


Elizabeth Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal, erotic horror, f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of action and a hit of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no matter what the genre, Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often humorous spin to her stories.

Like her tagline says; A pick ‘n’ mix genre author. “I’m not greedy. I just like variety.”And that she does, author of erotic ménage horror, Creak, paranormal erotic horror and UK, US & Australian Amazon best seller (Gay/Lesbian, Fiction, Lesbian), On the Rocks, erotic romance, US, UK & Spanish Amazon bestseller (Erotica Short Story) Truth or Dare? And sweet contemporary romance, UK & US Amazon bestseller (British/Drama & Plays) Stepping Stones.

She also has her hand in self-publishing. Look out for more information on her upcoming releases at her website: www.e-morgan.com

Away from the computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill her plants, dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she cleans, watching movies or good television programs – Dr Who? Atlantis? The Musketeers? Heck, yes! – Or curled up with her two cats reading a book.


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Twitter: @EMorgan2010



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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Guest Post and Excerpt by Author Lisa Beth Darling

Guest Post by Lisa Beth Darling

Author of the Of War Series


Why the Greeks?

It often surprises people when I tell them that Ares and Aphrodite aren't just characters in my books they are my Heavenly Mother and Father. Quite literally, for you astrologists out there, I am a Libra with Ares Rising so one could call it fate that they are my Patrons and Characters in My Head.  Yes, you could call it that, all I really know is that I feel as close to them as I do to any living creature—probably even a bit more so.  That can present some very interesting challenges when writing about them as characters. Especially the way I do it. Yes, sometimes I do worry about getting a lightning bolt or fireball in an unpleasant place but, all in all, we just consider it good fun.

Let me explain a bit further so you can understand what would make a little Scots/English/Irish girl like yours truly write about the ancient Greek Gods. Why she would adopt such odd and old pagan ways.
I grew up Roman Catholic and Baptist. (Yes, you read that right.) Up until my senior year of school I was only vague aware that there were any other Gods outside the Holy Trinity. I'd heard of ancient Egyptian 'gods' and old Norse 'gods' they were always treated in an off-handed manner. No respect.  So I never gave them much thought. It was in the 12th grade that my English teacher, Mr. DePeter, totally blew my mind when he gave us the Greek plays and tragedies as assigned reading. 

I truly felt as though I'd 'come home' in a spiritual manner. It was as though some big piece of me that I didn't even know was missing was suddenly filled in for me. My life began to 'click' and to make sense to me. I found the ancient Greek Gods completely fascinating and intriguing. I couldn't get enough.  I read all I could and in the course of that rediscovered other pantheons in books that respected them and didn't treat them as sort of Second Class Citizens. 

Yes the Celtic one did call to me and I do write about it often. I use a lot of the old Celtic ways on my spiritual path it is a rich and very eclectic.  It's my path and it makes me happy it makes me strong, confident, and peaceful. I write about them to honor them, to keep them 'alive' in some small way, to keep the connection between us vibrant so that my soul stays fulfilled.



Author Bio:  


Lisa lives in her hometown of New London, CT with her husband of 28 years, Roy. Together the two have raised two adult daughters and, as of this writing, are anxiously awaiting the arrival of their first grandchild.




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Kingdoms of War by Lisa Beth Darling
Of War Finale
July 15, 2014

Synopsis -

With nearly four billion souls lost to the ravages of anarchy and the dreaded disease Major Falls, Ares and Raven journey the Mortal World vainly reaching for a sliver of what was only to discover what will be. Unleashed by Apollo, Major Falls—a weaponized version of the flu and rabies-- has wiped out every person of watery Mortal Blood. 

From the fiery wreckage a new world is slowly arising one where the descendants of Olympians, Celts, Dark Fae, and all manner of Magickal Being will rule. For the last millennium the Dark Kingdom has sent small legions of its Daughters in search of its Lost Queen. Among their number is Lenora, a sharp tongued Dark Fae who joins up with ARES hoping to get close to its leader, Raven. And she does.

The Wolf inside the God of War contracts Major Falls. As Ares and Athena wander the world hoping to curtail further damage by obliterating weapons of mass destruction he slowly succumbs to the sickness taking over his fevered rabid mind. Ares may not live to see the glory of Olympus restored nor fight to keep his Wife. If he does, how high will be the price for Ares' life? How long will Alena have to keep paying Apollo?

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Excerpt (For Adult Eyes Only)-

Ares' hips moved upward in a meaningful stroke, he pierced through her body penetrating deep into her snug walls slick with waiting, making her flinch, making her cringe and shudder. She shrank away from him a moment. The hand cupping her bottom went to her jaw to hold it firmly, "You fear me?  Your Lover?"

There was no flinching or hesitation, "Never."

As she slumped against him, sliding further down on him, Ares dark eyes rolled back in his head until only the whites showed below his fluttering lids. For a second his knees threatened to give out he began sinking to floor.  Letting go of her wrists pinned above her head he expected her arms to fall limp at her sides but they didn't they wrapped around him filling him with a new strength as they raked across his back and called to his wild nature.  Feeling the fire explode to a full grown inferno, Ares stood up again planting his hand on her ass, the palm encircling her jaw eased over her chin, caressed her neck, just before it clamped around her throat as his lips closed down over hers, he felt it work hard as his tongue invaded her mouth, cutting off her air.  The legs around his waist squeezed, the wet walls suckling his cock swelled, and instead of fighting for precious air she kept her legs locked tight, using her thighs to pump up and down on him, to grind against him and welcome him home.

For what seemed forever, lost in the velvet embrace of pleasure, Ares forgot himself.  It was easy given her enthusiastic reception.  He bent deeply at the knees, surging upward time and again with a quickening pace that she did not deny but encouraged with rocking grinding hips and her talented tongue.  With the intoxicating scents of musk, honeysuckle, and the deep green of the forest filling the air, he reached down to plant his forearm under her for her ass to rest upon.  He found the soft flesh slick with the oil of their lovemaking, so he gripped the cold rock for better purchase. 

Liking her new perch, Alena kept going, she kept grinding and writhing, taking all of him inside as she moaned with the bliss of passion.  The sweet sound echoing in his head making it even lighter, until he thought he'd float away with rest of the world and all of its cares.



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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Brightarrow Burning Review

Brightarrow Burning by Isabo Kelly (ARC Review)
Fire and Tears Book 1
Published October 11, 2011 by Samhain Publishing
4 Mystical Stars


"Not an easy feat to sum up an entire novel in less than a hundred pages, yet Isabo Kelly has done just that"




Synopsis - 

War tore them apart. Betrayal could bring them together…

Layla Brightarrow’s world fell apart the day the Sorcerers invaded her city, intent on using her fellow humans’ pain to augment their spells. Worse, the neighboring elven kingdom declared neutrality, effectively abandoning her people to struggle for survival.

Then some of the elves break neutrality to trade with the Sorcerers, and Layla is ordered to assassinate Althir, brother of the elf lord she has secretly loved all her life.

When Ulric of Glengowyn uncovers his brother’s plot—and that Layla is one of the assassins sent to stop him—his first instinct is to protect her from all possible harm. He’ll even use seduction, if necessary, to get her into a position to talk some sense into her.

Years of pent-up desire is too much for Layla to resist…and one touch unleashes an unquenchable fire that changes everything. Leaving Layla caught between duty and a love that could be her destruction. Or her salvation.

Warning: This book contains evil sorcerers, a scarred heroine, a sexy elf hero, naughty language, and an intoxicating and addicting pheromone that leads to wildly hot sex. Plus traitors, deadly magic, bespelled baddies, and a really, really rotten brother.  (Goodreads)


Review

Looking for a steamy-melt-your-panties/boxers-off hot read to fill up a lonely night, this is the read for you.  This Paranormal Erotica is filled with thrills, chills and enough heat to make your knees go weak.  A love between a human and an elf that has blossomed for years, even neither was the wiser of how the other felt.  Though being on the brink of war would do that.  But when all that heat finally builds up to its boiling point, they may go past the point of no return, and oh how sweet it is.

Layla is an Assassin, determined to do her part in a war that is enslaving her people.  So it is easy to understand her trust issues with the man, well Elf, that she is in love with, Ulrich.  Since her present target is none other than his only brother.  After-all, blood is thicker than lust.  So when Ulrich reenters her life, she has to determine whether he is indeed trying to protect her, or simply use her.

Brightarrow Burning is the perfect set up for the series to come. Fire and Tears Book 2, The Darkness of Glengowyn  is expected out April 29, 2014.  Readers who are looking for a good, quick read to spice up their night, that also includes a plot, are sure to enjoy this read.


Monday, September 23, 2013

The Succbus, The Witch and The Vampire

This short story is not to be duplicated, reprinted, published, sold in any type of way or format without the express permission of the author, Tiffany Moorman.

Please do not read any further if you are under the age of 18 or are sensitive to any sexual behaviors.  Oh, and enjoy!  Trying to make up for being late on my reviews.






            I awoke with a start, gasping for air.  Considering the situation, I’m surprised I didn’t come to and start screaming my head off like a banshee.  Oh, I also woke up not knowing where the hell I was, or how I got there.  Some birthday this was turning out to be. 

            See, I went to bed just like any other normal twenty year old.  Turning twenty-one, being able to drink, legally anyway, FINALLY saved up enough money to move out on my own.  I even went to bed early because me and my girls were supposed to be celebrating all day and all night!  Including getting rid of my virginity!  Growing up with a house full of orphaned witches, vampires and were’s does not make a dating life easy, believe me.

            Well, one thing is for certain, I no longer have to worry about losing my virginity. OH STUFF IT!  U STUFF IT! Ur the one who got us into this mess! Well, arguing with u isn’t gonna help us remember jack!  Great, now I’m having a mental battle with myself, that’ll really help me figure out wtf happened.

            First thing I should probably do is take in my surroundings, eh? One thing is for sure, I don’t have to even think about my little virgin issues.  Ha! Seeing as though I am stark-bootie butt-naked besides some damn collar on my neck, in a huge bed with three just as naked men with collars on their necks!  Thankfully they're blissfully sleeping still.  Thank Goddess for small favors.  Hopefully I can figure this out before they wake-up.  And from the smell of things, I’d better act fast.  Though they all have their faces turned away from me I can smell shifter, vampire and holy shit!!! A damn demon?!
            Hookay, Jelissa, lets pull it together.  The only thing I'm missing as of right now is any memory of last night, well that and my damn clothes.  Time to answer the question I've been dreading, do I still have any powers?  Screwed up as they may be, anything is better than nothing at this point. 

See, I’m a witch, well actually I’m more than that, but that’s all the orphanage seer’s could see clearly when I was brought to them as an infant.  That, and the fact that I was pretty much a mutt.   They ended up having me sniffed out to try and figure out what I was.  All that concluded was I have four different bloodlines within me.  Talk about multiracial.  The orphanage wasn’t, and still isn’t, an uncommon place for something like that. It’s pretty much what makes up the whole place, unwanted cross-breeds, misfits, or true orphans whose parents’ have passed on. Well, okay, there’s usually only two things kids are cross-bred with, not four, and the seer’s had no problem figuring out what that is.  Guess I’m special.  So I became a great guessing game, and they’ve just bided their time waiting to see what powers, if any, I developed.  So far I have the ability to call insects, which came in quite handy in school and some telekinesis (I say some cause if I get too upset I just blow up whatever it is I’m trying to move). Which may come in handy now.  If I focus on the lock on the door, whether it unlocks or simply blows up who the Hell cares as long as it opens. So I focus, and focus some more, and the only result I get is a little dizziness, feeling myself going cross-eyed and nauseated. 

“Damnit,” I mutter.

Maybe I can do a past visualization.  If I can’t get out, maybe I can at the very least figure out how I got here.  And pray to Goddess that nothing else happens while I’m in a trance.

As above so below, I begin chanting, show me the events I need to know.  Letting go of all and any other thoughts, as above, so below, show me the events I need to know. Taking in deep breaths, letting my physical body go, as above so below, show me the events I need to know.  Letting my spirit slide into the black, stillness of the astral, asabovesobelowshowmetheeventsIneedtoknow, as above, so below, as above, so below……….

“Aw shit,” I gasp, realizing I’ve overdone it, like I do so many things.  Because instead of just seeing what happened last night, I’ve ended up in the back of my own mind and will not only watch the events that took place, but get to relive them, without being able to stop a damn thing.


Well, at least I didn’t go back too far.  I was back in my bedroom, just finishing putting on the black leather and lace corset Genie, my best-friend/wizard/werewolf, had gotten me for my big day.  I was determined to figure out how to work the damn garter belt.  I mean, really, who invented this crap.  Oh yeah, a sorceress who could just flash her clothes on with no prob, not thinking about poor lil misfits who have had terrible incidents with trying to do so.  Yeah, so not going there.

But, anyway, I was looking pretty damn good.  The corset was perfect,  hiding my love handles just so, shaped my big ass boobs quite nicely with just enough cleavage showing through and the leather of the boy shorts was the soft kind, and felt oh so good.  I even had my odd colored hair cascading down my back.  No, I am not exaggerating, its long and wavy, and dark brown with a little blonde, red and black highlights.  Like an anime style hair-do gone all wrong.

Sitting on the side of my bed preparing for the dastardly task of working with the forsaken garter belt, something on the end table next to my bed caught my eye.  A tall, skinny, frosty glass with something that looked like smoke coming from the top, and a note underneath.

Hey Lee,

Just a little something to calm your hectic nerves and start the night off right. A wolfmist spritzer.  Don’t worry, its only just enough liquor in it, won’t knock you on your ass too hard. LOL. Just enough so you can relax through that twelve o’clock mark and not worry so much about what the rest of your bloodlines might have you turning into! LMAO. We love you girl, and want you on your WORST behavior tomorrow!

Night Love,
Deela

“Sweetness,” I said to myself.

I gingerly took a small sip, cause you never know what you might end up with when it comes to D.  Good intentions and all that, she may be mixing liquor and potions all at the same time, and might have given me the wrong glass.  You get the picture.  But after a few delicate sips, it was going down nice and smooth, with just enough bite to it, so I decided to down the rest.  Big mistake.

I didn’t even realize how I was even feeling anything until I tried standing up, and plopped right back down on the bed.  All of a sudden I got a major head rush and felt as though my legs couldn’t even hold me up.  I remember thinking that’s weird, I may be just now turning twenty-one, but this sure as hell wasn’t my first drink.  I chalked it up to drinking too fast.  I ran a hand over my face and tried to shake it off.  That so did not work.  At that point I just wanted get some water or something, anything, because something was so not right.  Second attempt at getting up though, even worse than the first, I went to stand and landed on my knees.  Bracing my hands on the floor, I tried to pull myself up, thenended up on my hands and knees barely holding my head up.It felt like a boulder on top of my shoulders.  I would have fallen down completely on my face had I not been grabbed from behind, non-too gently, by a pair of rough, strong hands.

The stranger picked me up, then sat down on my bed with me in his lap.  My eyes were rolling to the back of my head, I fought desperately to keep them open.

“Who….the fuck…..are you?”, I rasped.

“Never you mind that,” answered a deep, gruff voice, “who I am is unimportant.”

“The….wards,” it was such a struggle to speak, to stay conscious.  Every room in here had wards.  No one was allowed in anyone else’s room without permission, except for the head-mistresses of course. “How?”

“Those shabby sigils placed around here?  Don’t make me laugh.” He began touching me then, and I was helpless to stop him, then and now. “Let’s see what merchandise the master has me picking up now, shall we?”

“Don’t…..please…..don’t touch…me,” my words just fell upon deaf ears.  I tried to open my eyes wider,  hopingto see what this man looked like, but it was pointless.  He wore a cloak, and there was no way could I try to pull it back.  Holding me up by one arm, he took his other hand and roughly grabbed onto my breast through the corset.   Then let his hand slide down my abdomen, then lower.  I started breathing heavier, never have I felt so violated.

“Mmm….very nice equipment you have here, but that’s just the outside.” Taking his thumb to push my underwear aside, he jammed one finger inside of me, hard.  I wanted to scream but I couldn’t find my voice.  He took it out, a second later I heard him popping hisfinger out of his mouth, “Tastes, lovely.”  Then he tried to jam two fingers in, hard, fast and deep.  It hurt! “Oh my my, surely this is a jest, untried waters.  And for what has been prepared for you?”  He began laughing then, a sick laughter, though it was fading like I was falling down a tunnel.  Everything began to fade away.

NO! Don’t blackout! I shouted to myself, frantic, knowing how futile it was, GET UP!! I can only see what you can see, and we need to figure this out!!

Then blackness.


When I came to again, I was being carried by the stranger, I couldn’t get a smell on what he was exactly, my mind was still too foggy.  I feel hot, from the inside out, like I was coming down with a fever, but sickness isn’t what I feel.  I just feellike I needed something, but what?

As he carried me down a long darkened stone hallway, my terror grows, but my fear was nothing compared to the unbearable heat I was feeling. 

The farther down the hall we went, the louder the sounds of fighting grew.  I could hear jaws snapping, snarling, the sounds of flesh pounding on flesh.  We were going towards it, not away.  The sounds were becoming so loud they were almost deafening.

And the heat! It was so stifling I could barely breathe.  And my body, my breasts began feeling so tight it was almost painful.  The ache didn’t stop there, it travelled even lower along with a liquefied heat down past my abdomen, all the way down to my very core, it felt as though my clit was literally throbbing, pulsating.  I was tempted to ask my captor if he felt it too.  Though I knew he couldn’t have, he was walking with not a break in his stride, carrying me as if I were no more than a ragdoll.  I peered up at my captor, trying once again in vein to get a glimpse of him but I couldn’t see past that damn cloak.  It kept his face hidden in shadows. 

We finally came to a stop, and from the sounds of it we were about to enter right where all of the fighting sounds were coming from. 

Setting me on my feet, with his arm still around my waste, my captor leaned down putting his nose in the crook of my neck inhaling deeply, “Mmm….smells like everything is kicking in quite nicely.  Seems as though all of your bloodlines are ready to merge together and come out and play.  I think you and your…..roomies will get along just fine.

“Can you stand on your own?”, he asked, while easing his arm from around my waist, slowly stepping away from me.  Surprisingly, I was able to stand on my own, though my brain felt like a jumbled mess. “Very good then, off you go.”  With that, he pushed open the massive, mahogany door we were standing in front of and shoved me inside, closing the door firmly behind me.

The room was enormous, stone walls painted black with drips here and there running down looking like blood.  The only illumination came from the few sconces hanging off the walls. Though that didn’t seem to matter, somehow I was seeing everything with crystal clarity.  I mean sure, I have good eyesight, but this was something totally different, I could make out every shape, every shadow, every crease on the satin sheets that covered the huge bed in the center of the room. 

But that’s not what I was focusing on right now, it was the source of all of the noise which suddenly stopped as soon as I entered.  In the corner of the room a werewolf in wolf form, in all his silver glory stopped in midswipe scenting the air, jerked his head in my direction inhaling deeply took a step back from his combatives.  He threw his head back and howled, and I heard an answering howl in the back of my mind.  Sparks in the air indicating he was about to change form. 

An incredibly beautiful male, no, vampire, who was on the receiving end of the would-be swipe, pivoted in my direction.Gorgeous white hair with silver streaks flowing down his bare back, deadly yet sexy fangs protruding from his mouth, eyes bleeding red.  Tilting his head almost cat like to the side, he looked directly into my eyes and hissed and took huge jump back.  While staring at him in wonder and awe, I felt my gums begin to ache.

Looking down on the floor beside the vampire, I saw a demon with his gazed transfixed on me.  And not just any demon, an incubus, hazel, bedroom eyes on cream a colored face, chiseled to utter perfection.  I knew he was of the incubi because something of me knew, recognized it, and answering to him as well.  He jumped from his back to his hands and knees, crawling towards me.

They all started towards me slowly, unsure with a look of curiosity and hunger in their eyes.  Even the wolf who had finished changing into a gleaming, sweaty, muscular hot chocolate male with no hair on his entire body from head to toe.  I felt myself beginning to walk towards them, drawn to all of them.

Once they reached me, there were no words, none were needed, not here not now.  It was like a well choreographed dance, each man knew exactly where to go, and none of them so much as flinched if they accidentally touched one or the other. 

The demon reached me first, he stood and took my lips in a devouring kiss, one meant to take ones soul away in glorious agony, only that is not what happened.  And I began to realized just what my captor meant, because the succubus in me came to the forefront to devour him as well.  Our souls had a sensual battle with each other, almost having us both climax right then, we broke the kiss on a shocked gasp. He then went behind me, working the lace of my corset.

The vampire was suddenly there, capturing my face in his hands staring into my eyes.  Fangs still protruding from his gums, I felt fangs of my own ripping through my gums.  I had no time to feel the pain though, as if he knew I was about to, he pressed his lips against mine, sliding in his tongue to glide it against my gums, coating them with his healing salve that I had only heard about.  He began kissing me in earnest, nibbling at one another with our fangs drawing just a taste and oh how sweet it is.  Going down to his knees, he began to work my underwear off my hips.

The werewolf, no gentleness with that one, grabbing a fistful of my hair he yanked my head to the side to sniff at my neck.  Whatever he smelled there he must have liked, he crushed his mouth to mine.  Kissing me hard and demanding, exploring my entire mouth with his tongue. Then his inner wolf melded with the wolf I never even knew I had. 

Somehow we all ended up on the bed, all of us naked, all of them kissing or licking some part of my body.  It felt glorious.  Being part succubus had every one of my holes hot, wet and ready and all of them were hard, stiff and waiting. 

On my knees kissing the vampire his hands kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. The demon on his back, his tongue working wonders inside of me while his thumb played with my clit, he worked his tongue in, out and around kissing and sucking as though he had just discovered the finest wine.  The werewolf on his knees behind me, working his fingers into yet another hole, stretching me, preparing me.  I screamed an orgasm into the vampires mouth as the were began to nudge into me, the demon getting to his knees as the vampire began to push his shaft into my very core.  They both began thrusting into me, slowly at first and then faster, both going at a synchronized rhythm,  inducing both pleasure and exquisite pain inside of me.  The demon on his knees, I grabbed his ass bringing him closer to me, putting his entire long, thick shaft in my mouth until it was touching the back of my throat. 

Which is how I bonded with him first.  As he spent his seed inside of my mouth and it trickled down my throat, our souls went in and out of one another’s bodies, pledging to each other for all eternity.

I felt myself tighten and clench around the vampire and wolf as they grew larger inside of me, and I bonded with them too.  The vamp and I latched onto each necks with our fangs, marking each other, the wolf sank his own fangs into my shoulder, my wolf answering his with claws that sprang from my fingertips latching into his thigh.  And we all climaxed going over the edge together in bliss.


Coming back to the here and now, all I realize is that I am even more screwed than I thought.  I am now bonded with a wolf, a demon and a vampire and we don’t even know each other’s names!  Not only that, how are they going to feel about that when they awaken?  Were they drugged like I was?  Will they remember everything that happened?

I finally know everything that I am, and it’s a truly messed up combo, a witch, a vamp, a wolf and a succubus, but what good does it do me when I’m being held captive by who knows what, or why.  And a collar on me that’s blocks me from using any of those powers.

Dear Goddess I need HELP!!



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