Friday, May 31, 2013
Symbiotic Mates 3: Talon and the Falconer
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Benjamin Byrd, a lycan falconer, lives on the outskirts of Arcadia. The wolf-shifters think he's a freak. They can't understand Ben's love for birds, especially when the pack is feuding with the kindred, vampires who can shift into hawks.
When vampire-hawk Talon Crowquill is shot down near Ben's home, he and Ben develop a mutual respect for each other, and Ben decides to help him escape. But Talon lost a lot of blood, and his wounds won't heal. Ben offers Talon his blood, but before the hawk can fly home, Ben is injured and Talon comes back to help him. Ben's injuries are mortal, and Talon turns him into a vampire to save his life. He leaves Ben in Arcadia and returns to the Colony. Both men become sick, and they grow weaker every day. They have no idea they've forged a connection that can never be broken and their only hope for survival is to become blood-mates.
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Thursday, May 30, 2013
Cherise Kelley is here today as part of her book tour. Enjoy the excerpt and don't forget to leave a comment. Cherise will be awarding a $25 Amazon or BN.com gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
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HOW I GOT HIM TO MARRY ME By Cherise Kelley
He likes it. Now get him to put a ring on it!
Learn from these 50 stories of women who have been there!
Sandy's boyfriend Jack wouldn't even bring up the 'm word'. She started leaving her things in his apartment, including some tampons in his bathroom. It worked! Too off guard to make excuses like "Living together is just as good as being married," Jack said, "People will start to think you're my wife!" "Well, how about it?" Sandy asked Jack.
Crystal got Paul to skip just living together by refusing to move across the country until she had a marriage license, signed and dated.
Read these full stories plus 48 more, ranging from the heartwarming to the hilarious!
You don't have to interview 50 married women to find out how they managed to get that ring on their finger. The author has done that for you. All 50 were married after 1990, so this is modern information for our changing times. Read and find out how you can get him to marry you and not just live together!
"I got tired of waiting for my boyfriend Jack to propose to me. We had been together for two years, and he hadn't even mentioned the 'm' word to me. If things had been left up to Jack, we would have been boyfriend and girlfriend for the rest of our lives. I had just turned thirty and could not wait much longer to be married. I knew I had to do something to push him along.
First, I tried giving him a taste of the good side of married life.
Jack was raised in a family where two people should not be together if they were not married. I could not just move myself in and wait for him to do the rest, as many of my girlfriends were doing with their boyfriends, in hopes of getting that 'm' word mentioned. I figured I had to slowly make myself a fixture in his apartment. When he got home from work, I would suggest going to his place instead of going out. I started to do some housework for him. I would tell him how messy his place was and offered to help him clean it up. I would wash the dishes and vacuum. After about two weeks of "giving him a taste of the good side of married life," nothing changed.
I even did the unthinkable and cleaned his bathroom. All I got for that was a "Thanks, I owe you one." I had to come up with another idea that was more intensive."
When Scott asked me to be his girlfriend, I surprised him by saying, "No." We were on the phone, as we were every night. I could tell he was hurt, but since we were on the phone and not together in person, we had to talk, and that was a good thing.
I explained, "I'm 30 years old. I've already had the last boyfriend I am ever going to have. In the future, I am going to have a husband, not a boyfriend."
He surprised me by taking this in stride. "I understand," he said. "You do realize I am in the Navy and all that entails?"
"I was born in the Navy!" This was true. My dad was in the Navy.
Four months later, he took me on a date to the top of the Space Needle in Seattle.
He passed me a little black velvet box under the table, and whispered:
"Babe, will you marry me?"
"Do you mean it?"
Yes, that's what I said. Not very romantic, was I?
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Today I'm hosting the Super Book Blast for Dawn Ireland's The Perfect Duke, a historical romance available now from Soul Mate Publishing.
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THE PERFECT DUKE By Dawn Ireland
Known as The Marble Duke amongst the Ton, Garret Weston, the Duke of Kendal sets himself apart from his peers. Nothing will hinder his guilt-driven attempt to become a perfect duke. Nothing that is, save the alluring and imaginative betrothed he’d thought dead. His intended believes-of all things-that she is a Vicar’s daughter. The “perfect” duke needs a “perfect” duchess, but how was he to discern her suitability? Employing her as a governess to his niece seemed like an ideal solution. But whose “suitability” is being tested? His betrothed refuses to see he is beyond redemption. And most grievous of all, she stirs his blood, making him forget what’s important.
Cara believes fairy tales really can come true, until she meets the unrelenting and arrogant Duke of Kendal. He looks like a Prince, but acts like a Beast. Why must he challenge her at every turn? Her greatest peril is her attraction to the vulnerable, seductive man behind the title. A match between them would be impossible. But can she show him, without losing her heart, that “perfect” is in the eye of the beholder?
Cara noted the tightening around the duke’s mouth and thought she may have gone too far. “I’m sure your behavior is exemplary.
For a duke.”
“But?” He tilted his head slightly, one winged brow raised.
“If you expect your niece to like you, then stop treating her as if she doesn’t exist, or worse yet is a servant in this house.” She moved to within a foot of him. “Do you know anything about her?”
The duke’s gaze darkened with an emotion she didn’t recognize. He lifted his hand in slow increments until he cupped her cheek, as if compelled by a force beyond his control. His thumb rubbed feathery strokes at the corner of her mouth. “I admit to a certain amount of ignorance.” His voice dropped to silky persuasion. “Perhaps you could enlighten me?”
She couldn’t breathe. His voice washed over her like dark velvet. Her heart pounded and she had the absurd impulse to step forward, eliminating the space between them. What would he think of her boldness?
Instead, she closed her eyes and turned her face into the warmth of his hand. The moment felt magical, as if his touch awakened her.
When she dared a glance at him, he shook his head as if he didn’t understand what had just happened, then dropped his hand. The moment faded, leaving her empty and confused. What she wouldn’t give to be able to disappear like the fairies in her stories.
“Once Upon a Time” are four of Dawn’s favorite words. Her love of story became a love of romance when she read Georgette Heyer’s, Devil’s Cub. It inspired her to write stories with strong characters that discover love is never easy, but always worthwhile. Dawn’s written several award-winning novels set in Georgian England – an era filled with rules and intrigue. Her characters often defy “Society” as they pursue love, run away, pursue, run away – well, you get the idea.
Then again, she might write romance in order to do the research. What other profession encourages you to sit in the audience at Harlequin’s Male Model search, and take notes, or just sigh?
Dawn lives in a Victorian home in Upstate New York with her husband and very independent cats. When she’s not writing, she’s singing, gardening, learning to play the harp or wood carving. If you’d like to learn more about Dawn and her novels, go to her website at www.dawn-ireland.com
The Perfect Duke
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Today I'm excited to welcome Chris Karlsen, author of Byzantine Gold, book 2 in the Dangerous Waters series. Chris is sharing Character Interviews with Charlotte and Atakan.
So without further ado, here's Chris...
After I wrote Golden Chariot, I knew I wanted to write a sequel, another nautical archaeology story, and waited for the right setting. To my good fortune, I learned the couple I interviewed for Golden Chariot last year, Charlotte Dashiell and Atakan Vadim, would be working another shipwreck, a Byzantine wreck found off the coast of Northern Cyprus.
I contacted them for another interview. It was the inspiration for my latest book, Byzantine Gold. Since the book is in release, I thought I’d publish the interview.
We met at a restaurant in Istanbul where they live. For those who don’t know, Charlotte is an American who grew up in Chicago. Atakan is a Turkish government agent who grew up in the Izmir region of Turkey. They met working the wreck in Golden Chariot and over the course of time, became lovers.
Chris K: Tell me Charlotte, you’ve been living in Istanbul for a year now. How do you like it?
Charlotte: I love the city. It’s very cosmopolitan. One of the things I find so interesting is the architecture, the mix of Byzantine, Ottoman, and modern buildings. The city is rich in history, the people are friendly, and there are loads of great restaurants and museums. I like the fact that as big and busy as the city is, our neighborhood has a warm, intimate vibe. We know the baker, the green grocer, and all the café owners by name.
Atakan: The one thing Charlotte conveniently didn’t mention is her refusal to drive in Istanbul. For a woman who has no qualms about driving in Chicago with the heavy traffic there, and in spite of my encouragement, she won’t drive in Istanbul, citing even crazier drivers than in Chicago and brutal parking scenarios.
Charlotte: They drive like bumble bees on acid.
Atakan: She loves to tell people this. (I couldn’t miss the wink he gave her)
Chris K: You’ve been together now for almost a year. What’s one thing you enjoy about each other?
Atakan: It is hard to narrow the list down. I appreciate her intellect, courage (excluding driving), and resourcefulness. But I enjoy her humor, although I still pretend to be shocked sometimes. In the beginning, I was taken aback at times by her teasing but I’ve grown to laugh at her boldness.
Charlotte: In line with Atakan’s answer, I’d say I appreciate his strong ethics, his strength of character and honor. That said; I enjoy how open he is with friends and family. People who don’t know him see this stiff, reserved, and difficult to approach man. He’s so opposite that in private life. I never expected him to be a cook, let alone have fun with me in the kitchen. He and I love to entertain. He’s a warm and lovely host with a very wry sense of humor.
Chris K: Since you (Atakan) mentioned Charlotte’s courage and resourcefulness, I heard that prior to this latest project you were shot in Paris. Charlotte was with you at the time. Tell me what happened.
Atakan: An old enemy of mine decided to take revenge. Obviously, this was unexpected as we both believed he was in hiding. That is until the morning I was shot. Charlotte saw him at Sacra Coeur but I didn’t believe her. We were entering our hotel when he shot me. I was struck in the shoulder, as you can see from my sling. I managed to get inside but was losing a lot of blood. Charlotte kept her wits and didn’t panic. Through her quick thinking, she kept me from going into shock.
After I was released from the hospital, we returned to Istanbul. My enemy was apparently watching us there too. He came to our home and I chased after him. Charlotte refused to leave me vulnerable. I was very upset with her at the time, but she insisted whatever we did, we’d do together. My agency fully expects him to follow me to the Byzantine wreck site off Cyprus and make another attempt. Knowing the danger, she didn’t have to accept the assignment but has been stalwart in her desire to stay by my side.
Chris K: Tell me a little about this new project.
Charlotte: It’s a Byzantine warship but it carried a large cache of gold in the cargo, which has everyone mystified. This is most unusual for a warship. The team is excited to start the excavation and hopefully find some answers that will explain the strange cargo.
I’m looking forward to seeing many of the same divers return who I worked with on the Bronze Age wreck that you based Golden Chariot on. Talat and Refik will be there for sure. Atakan tells me our friend and his fellow agent, Iskender, is coming to help provide security for the site and to help if Atakan’s enemy shows up.
Atakan: Besides another possible attempt on my life, Iskender and I are both concerned about all the publicity the rich cargo has received and potential criminal activity it might attract.
Chris K: After this assignment, what is in the future for the two of you?
Charlotte: My brother Nick is a Chicago cop, a member of a SWAT team. He has a ton of vacation time built up and wants to come visit us in Istanbul for several weeks. I can’t wait. That will be sometime next year.
Atakan: Nick made friends with Iskender. They’re both something of ladies men. I think they’ll have no trouble staying busy. Iskender already plans for them to travel to the towns along the Aegean and Mediterranean coastline to play in the sun with tan, bikini clad beauties. Or so he tells me.
Chris K: Thank you both for meeting with me today. I already have the title for my next book: Byzantine Gold. I look forward to hearing how the project works out.
Back cover blurb for Byzantine Gold
A sunken warship from the Byzantine Era carrying an unusual cargo of gold has been found off the coast of Northern Cyprus. News of the valuable cache has attracted the attention of a terrorist cell. They plan to attack the recovery team’s campsite and steal the artifacts. On the Black Market, the sale of the relics will buy them additional weapons.
Charlotte Dashiell, an American archaeologist, and her lover, Atakan Vadim, a Turkish government agent, are scheduled to be part of the recovery team that brings up the artifacts. While en route to Cyprus, they find themselves caught in the crosshairs of Maksym Tischenko, a Ukrainian contract killer bent on revenge. Charlotte, Atakan and Tischenko share a grim history. As a result, Tischenko is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goal—seeing them both dead.
Available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Byzantine-Gold-Dangerous-Waters-ebook/dp/B00AVMIHDE
Charlotte answered on the fourth ring. Caller I.D. showed “restricted.”
“They are called, Angelique tulips. You admired them in the hospital garden in Paris.”
Charlotte froze, holding her breath as she listened to the nightmare voice, remembering how his Eastern European accent rounded certain sounds and how he stressed the last syllables in his words. Called became cawl-d.
“Everything in time,” he said and hung up.
Charlotte dropped the phone on the table. She turned to Atakan.
The shock must’ve shown on her face. “What is wrong?”
“That was Tischenko,” she said, finding her voice. “The flowers are from him. He was watching me in Paris when I was at the hospital. He—”
Atakan didn’t wait for her to finish. He rushed into the living room, grabbed his gun from the bookshelf, and ran out of the apartment.
Charlotte followed as he flew down the four flights of stairs to the street.
“Stop.” Catching up to him on the sidewalk, she hooked his elbow with her hand. Fearful an armed Tischenko hid nearby, she positioned herself in front of Atakan, thinking to shield him. “We can’t stand here. He could be anywhere taking aim at you right now.”
“Go back inside.”
“Not without you.” She tugged on his shirt, pulling him toward their building. “Atakan please, let’s leave. Call the Director.”
Atakan shoved her behind him. Silent, his eyes searched the dark doorways of neighboring apartment buildings and parked cars.
She stepped in front of him again. “We stay here together or we leave together.”
An eternity of seconds passed. Neither moved or blinked.
They both jumped and turned at the bellow from the horn of a passing truck. Thankfully, the driver was waving to another coming the opposite direction. He never saw the man in the sling pointing a gun at him.
“Please,” she repeated.
Atakan nodded. He stopped at the building’s entry door and took a last look, surveying the street. “He moves us around like pawns in a private game.”
I was born and raised in Chicago. My father was a history professor and my mother was, and is, a voracious reader. I grew up with a love of history and books.
My parents also love traveling, a passion they passed onto me. I wanted to see the places I read about, see the land and monuments from the time periods that fascinated me. I’ve had the good fortune to travel extensively throughout Europe, the Near East, and North Africa.
I am a retired police detective. I spent twenty-five years in law enforcement with two different agencies. My desire to write came in my early teens. After I retired, I decided to pursue that dream. I write two different series. My paranormal romance series is called, Knights in Time. My romantic thriller series is, Dangerous Waters.
I currently live in the Pacific Northwest with my husband, four rescue dogs and a rescue horse.
Author Website: http://chriskarlsen.com/
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Coming Together: With Curves, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse
Curvy girls and the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.
Sales proceeds benefit Parkinson’s UK.
Contents: Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter), Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem), Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick), Captivated (Elizabeth Lapthorne), Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse), Girl Next Door (Bella Blake), Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden), The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde), The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse), Riding School (Bella Blake), Flesh For Fantasy (Lexie Bay).
Bonnie stifled a sigh. He was doing it again. Staring at her, as he had been every day that week. She was on a fortnight’s training course through work. She was the only one from her office who’d been sent. As a result, she knew no one and ended up sitting alone in the college’s cafeteria at lunchtimes. She’d had a couple of invites from kindly people also on her course, but she’d turned them down. It wasn’t that she was being rude or anti-social, she just hated people to see her eat. She was a big girl—that was putting it politely—and when people saw her eat, she could feel the judgment rolling off them in waves, the thoughts that she was fat because she ate so much.
It wasn’t true. About what she ate, that was. She was fat, and there was no denying it. But it certainly wasn’t her doing. She’d been born to large parents, and despite a healthy diet and plenty of exercise, she was still overweight. All she ever managed to shift was a pound or two here and there, and that was hardly noticeable, particularly on a woman her size. She kept at it, though, resigned to being a larger lady, but determined not to get any bigger.
Because she’d always been big, she was used to the snide comments, the dirty and derisive looks, the open stares. So it didn’t upset her any more, but she still got irritated when people simply gawped at her. Surely one glance was enough for them to ascertain that yes, she was a shapely girl, and then move on. In most cases it was, particularly if she glared at the person in question. But not with this guy. She was sure he was trying to be subtle, because he often averted his gaze as she trained hers on him. But even if he’d looked away, she could tell by the position of his head and body that he’d been peeking at her.
Now, on day seven, she was almost at boiling point. What the hell was his problem? Had no one ever told him it was rude to stare? She was on the verge of doing just that.
Eating her lunch was an unpleasant task, knowing she was being observed. If she hadn’t been so damn hungry, she’d have left it. But she’d been running late that morning and had committed that mortal sin—missing breakfast. So her chicken salad—with no dressing—was absolutely necessary to avoid making herself feel ill, or passing out, so she devoured every last morsel. She ate faster than she normally would, not because she was being greedy, but because the sooner she finished eating, the sooner she’d stop feeling so damn self-conscious about the guy across the room watching her.
She decided to give him one last chance. When she’d finished her lunch, she’d drink her carton of apple juice, then sit for a few seconds, doing nothing. If he continued to look at her, she was going to stomp over there and give him what for. If he didn’t, then she’d carry on with life and do her best to forget about him and his rudeness.
Deep down, she knew she was going to have to go over and say something to him. After seven days, he wasn’t going to suddenly amend his habits. She was just being a bit of a wimp, really, hoping to find some way of getting out of confrontation, because she didn’t like it, not one bit, and it was absolutely a last resort. Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of a single other way of stopping him from doing it. Perhaps she could put up a sign in front of her saying “Please stop staring at me.” But if he couldn’t take the hint when she’d glared at him, he wouldn’t take any notice of a piece of paper.
Several minutes later, her salad was gone and she moved onto her drink. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she saw he was just as interested in her now as he had been when she’d been eating. Damn, confrontation it was then.
Draining the carton, she gathered her plate, cutlery and other rubbish onto her tray, stood up and slid it onto the rack nearest her. Then she returned to her table, grabbed her bag, pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils and marched over to the Peeping Tom. She slid out the chair opposite him and sat down on it.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace
From a love spell that doesn’t quite go to plan to a farmhand who needs a little discipline; from a woman who is addicted to the confessional to a personal trainer with a very unorthodox method of guaranteeing his clients they’ll look fab come bikini season, K D Grace will tell you a naughty story with a twist. Before there was Ms Holly and the Pet Shop, before there were sexy ghosts, before Grace Marshall upped the romance ante, K D Grace was into quickies, and here’s a selection of her naughtiest.
Pretty city boy, Tim Harris, is the last man Suzie Sheridan would have hired to help her on the farm had he not been the only one who applied for the job. But with strict discipline generously applied in all the right places, even Suzie is amazed at just how good a hired hand Tim turns out to be …
Penny Davis can’t afford to hire a personal trainer to get her fit for bikini season until ex-military hard man, Hawk Sturgis, offers her an unorthodox fitness regimen and an even more unorthodox payment plan, guaranteed to have her heating up the beach in her new bikini just in time for the summer hols.
On a road trip across America, Liz Martin’s car breaks down in the middle of nowhere South Dakota, and the ride a Good Samaritan lorry driver offers her is not exactly the one she expected.
Under the careful supervision of his unorthodox management consultant, a stressed company CEO learns a hands-on technique guaranteed to up productivity.
Love spells are the most dangerous kind of magic. Mick Denver learns the hard way when he enlists Sally Haddon, a witch who specialises in sex magic, to help him win the affections of his new co-worker, the exquisite and dangerous Darlene.
Hard Times at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility
Sadie’s sexual appetite is out of control, and a spell at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility is intended to put it right. It isn’t long before fellow inmate Carol is showing her how to bend the facility’s strict rules, earning them both punishments that are more than worth the crime.
Confession is good for the soul, but Hail Marys and Our Fathers aren’t nearly enough to gain absolution when Jilly confesses to an unsuspecting priest that confession makes her come.
While volunteering on an archaeological dig, Gina and Mike discover new and exciting ways to help their workaholic professor relieve stress – and he introduces them to one or two methods of his own, which are far from academic.
We all give off body heat, but only Jenny can see the red glow it gives off, darker and more intense the more turned on we become. When she’s compelled to follow a fellow bus passenger whose scarlet desires are too powerful to ignore, she learns the real secret of her unique vision.
An unusually powerful sense of smell gives Chloe the ability to sniff out the scents of people in lust. When she volunteers for a research trial into pheromones, she doesn’t realise the scientist in charge will have the perfect, sexy aroma she’s always craved in a lover.
Coming soon to all other good eBook retailers.
It irritated Suzie the way Tim Harris worked without a shirt, like he didn’t know how distracting that was. She watched him muck out the barn, grunting slightly with each thrust of the pitch fork, breathing heavily from the effort. If she closed her eyes she could easily imagine him doing something else. To her.
She dragged her gaze away from the hard play of muscles, muscles that, no doubt, came from some cushy air conditioned gym, which is probably where he got his tan.
Working bare-chested might cool him down a bit, but it only made her hotter. She had nearly forgotten the clit-stiffening scent of sweaty maleness, earthy and slightly piquant, a scent that, amid the barnyard animal smells, caused her own animal nature to squirm and stretch and sniff.
He was too damn good looking to be a real hired hand. From Chicago, he said, by way of London – in England! He arrived complete with an accent that never failed to make her tits tight. Rural Missouri was a long way from London. What would a pretty city boy know about farming? He would have been the last man she would have hired had he not been the only one who applied for the job.
‘Let me see your hands,’ she commanded.
He jumped and nearly dropped the pitch fork. ‘I didn’t hear you come in, Suzie.’
She tried to keep her eyes on his and not the muscles of his belly, tensing and relaxing into his low-slung jeans that always seemed to be hiding something just barely contained, something she hadn’t stopped thinking about since he arrived at Sheridan Farm.
He removed his gloves and held his hands out, palms up for her inspection, offering her a warm smile. ‘Blisters are healed. I’m starting to get callouses.’
‘About damn time. I’m not paying you to be an invalid.’ She couldn’t help herself; she gave his palms an open-handed stroke, thinking how good those callouses would feel against more sensitive parts of her body.
As she did so, he dropped a glove. She stooped to pick it up, closer to his groin than she intended, close enough to notice his package was straining his Levis this morning. The tangy, male rutting smell made her mouth water. Suddenly the sweat between her breasts wasn’t the only moisture she was feeling. She fought back the urge to jerk open his fly and bury her face against his bulge, reminding herself she hadn’t earned the respect of the other farmers without discipline and self-control.
After her father’s death, she kept the family farm working against all odds, and she wasn’t going to let some city boy’s bulging jeans slow her down. She stood quickly and handed back his glove.
‘I’m going into town to get the seed corn. You can drive a tractor, right?’
‘I can drive anything you need me to drive,’ he replied.
She assumed that meant he didn’t know a standard transmission from a pogo stick. But when the time came Tim was as good as his word. Ike Melbourne had offered her the use of his tractor for the day, since his son was getting married. While Tim ploughed the field behind the barn she used Ike’s tractor to plant the south 40. It was supposed to rain on Wednesday. With the extra tractor hopefully they’d be done before the weather hit.
She planned to plant into the night, breaking long enough to tend livestock before dark. She hurried about feeding the chickens and the pigs, hearing the steady purr of Tim’s tractor in the field behind the barn. She was checking the water tank in the pig pen when she noticed the silence.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, she walked around the side of the barn. Beyond the stand of oak and elm just on the other side of the fence the tractor stood empty and silent.
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel,Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
One of my favorite authors is here today. Welcome Joyee Flynn. She's always at the top of my "to buy" list, so I was excited to get my hands on a sneak peek of her upcoming release - Elan. Yes, I'm going to share, but first I'm putting Joyee on the hot seat. Oh, and there's a giveaway, so don't forget to leave a comment with your email for a chance to win an ebook copy of Elan.
You're such a prolific writer. Where do you get your ideas?
My nightmares. Seriously. Dreams too, but normally nightmares. Every series I have started off as some variation of a nightmare I have. Sure, I built books off previous books, but when I go to bed thinking about what I’ve written most times my mind fills in some blanks so that’s dreams then.
Do you have a day job as well?
Oh god no! I can’t even imagine doing half of what I do with a day job. I’d shoot myself or just cry constantly in the corner from being pulled in even more directions. Plus I hated the day jobs I had. My worst day as an author is still better than my best day in the corporate America jobs I’ve had.
I'm a total pantser, myself. Do you work with an outline, or just write?
Both. I don’t do formal outlines because anything formal annoys me but there’s always a plan. I like my plans. I’m allowed to veer from the plan. There’s also the film option. When it’s a really important or intricate scene I run it through in my head several dozen times until I see it like a movie so I know the dialogue and what everyone’s doing and where they are… Or if I just can’t get to my computer. Like driving back from house hunting in Omaha. I ran through about five different scenes over twenty times each among other things in the nine hour drive so when I was able to write next I knew what to do.
Will you have a new book coming out soon?
I always have a new books coming out soon. There’s not always a lot to love about me, but I’m reliable in my work at least and don’t have much of a life! And apparently I’m not running out of ideas anytime soon. Since I’ve started and found my footing I’ve been averaging three books a month and that was almost three years ago. Well, I was published three years ago, but I figure give or take a few months to get up to speed of that pace.
Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Thank you for understanding and supporting that I always try to do my best by the integrity of the story. I won’t ever give the easy answer or the in way of doing things and I damn well won’t ever sell out and just give some cookie cutter crap that insults everyone’s intelligence by not making them read between the lines and I truly believe my fans appreciate that. I ADORED my fans when others tore me apart over Romance Omega Style that it was complicated and kind of hard to follow. That was the whole point! Love is complicated. It’s not easy and it’s never a straight line from beginning to end. You have to work to get the answers and the happy ending. The confusion was intentional, not a mistake or oversight. And my fans loved that I did something different like having over a dozen perspectives in a book and nine foursomes be the central focus of one book with a twist at the end as my way of showing how something as simple as Valentine’s Day doesn’t go as planned… And that’s okay because it’s just a day. Love is more than a date on a calendar. So thank you for paying attention and taking the time to read between the lines, taking this journey with me and all my characters and worlds. Normal is boring and I promise to never give you that… Ever.
Elan by Joyee Flynn
When the beauty Elan wants leaps into his arms, declaring they’re mates, he’s ready to thank fate and claim his gift… But nothing’s ever that easy, and soon Elan is ready for a well-deserved break down.
Kermy’s struck by how sexy, powerful, and wonderful his very old mate is. If he was anywhere in Elan’s league that would be great. A virgin who can’t seem to get out of the tailspin meeting his mate and issues popping up everywhere threw him into, he’s scared his mate will never love him.
If that wasn’t enough, Elan meets their mate Talcott… And almost kills him, which isn’t something one normally forgives. Then again, with the curse Talcott was born with he’s used to people’s volatile reactions to what he can do.
But when Talcott’s gift warns the fae of disaster, will that bring the three together as they try to change what is in the cards, or will it divide them permanently?
“What is the meaning of this?” Caven bellowed. “We’ve not shown you any aggression.”
“This has nothing to do with that, Alpha,” Kinkade assured him. “You should be happy. You just got yourself a Beta. I’m mating into your coven.” I barely heard him though, focused on the breathtaking creature standing next to another large wolf. Part of me felt horrible that I was so attracted to the small wolf. Here I came with my lover and from the moment we walked through the portal I only had eyes for the beauty in front of me.
Then again, Kinkade was obviously mated to Clove so I shouldn’t worry too much about him.
“So am I!” gasped the ethereal man.
Please mean me. He moved faster than my eyes could follow and I felt weight crash into me. When I realized it was him, I wrapped my arms around him and thanked the gods. He sank his teeth into my neck and my knees gave out. His sweet whimpers and growls filled my ears as my cock exploded in my pants. He drank down my blood as I rode the pleasure and then licked the bite when I was done.
But the orgasm I had wasn’t enough.
“You are mine then?” I asked as I rolled us over, needing to hear the words.
“And you are mine,” he whispered as he kissed my neck.
“Good.” I mashed my mouth to his as I palmed his firm little ass, grinding our bodies together. His hands shook on my arms where he was holding on tightly and he made the sexiest whimpers, opening his mouth slightly. That was all I needed. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, as I wanted to do with my cock into his tight body. The wolf went wild under me.
If he was this responsive just from making out I couldn’t wait to see every reaction and response of passion during all the other activities I wanted to share with him.
I withdrew off his lips as I moved my hand to his groin. “Come for your mate,” I demanded as I stared into his bright green eyes that sparkled up at me. They went wide and he gasped as he
arched his back, biting his lip until drops of blood formed as I felt his pants get wet from his release. “Perfect. Ride it, my mate. Take the pleasure I offer you always.”
“So good,” he whimpered. I already knew I’d be addicted to that sound when it came from my sweet little mate. When he was spent he sank into the grass, gasping for air and looking sated. “It seems I needed that.”
“I’m not nearly done with you yet,” I warned him.
The little imp stared up at me, eyes shining, and tilted his head. “I would certainly hope not. What would my mate like of me?”
“To know your name for one,” I answered, swallowing back my other answers. They weren’t exactly the most polite or respectable things to say to my mate upon our meeting.
“Kermy Wolfram,” he said shyly. “Sorry. I should have said that before biting you. I’ve never just jumped someone like that. I swear I haven’t. I’ve never even had sex.” His eyes went wide at the admission and his cheeks flamed so fast I was surprised he didn’t pass out from the blood rush. He went to move away and I got a flash in his head that a strong, virile man like me wouldn’t want a virgin loser.
“That’s so sexy,” I purred as I held him tighter. “I am Elan, Kermy. I will be a good mate to you but I must warn you that I am incredibly possessive and jealous. While I have been with others, which we can discuss later, the fact that my mate has not thrills me like you cannot believe.”
“Really? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better?” I saw the apprehension in his eyes.
I gave him a feral smile before leaning down to press my lips to his ear as I ran my hand down his thigh and lifted his hips up to mine. “If it were in the olden days when I was born, I would slaughter a thousand goats to thank the gods for the gift they have given me by you being my mate. I am that pleased. I believe I know why they let me live so long before finding my first mate.”
“You get two as fae, right?” I nodded and I could tell that might be an issue from the look in his eyes, but that could wait until later. One thing at a time. “What’s your theory?”
“So I could learn everything there is to the art of pleasing a man and making love thus when I met you I would be able to teach it all to you.” Kermy shivered as he got rock hard. I ground my hips against his as I licked the shell of his ear. “What would you like to try first, my darling mate? Are you more submissive? I like to be the boss.”
“Yes, boss me around,” he gasped.
“Get off my little brother!” someone bellowed.
“Uh-oh,” Kermy giggled. “You’re in trouble now.”
“No one can touch me,” I grumbled, not knowing what he was talking about and certainly not worried.
“What?” Clove gasped. That caused me to pause. What was he worried about? “Your brother is mating my lover?” I glanced over to him and saw his wide eyes staring at me as the man with him watched me with hate. Oh boy.
“You’re involved with Elan?” Virgil asked with big eyes and then whistled. “Wow. Good thing we brought you with to meet the wolves.”
“Hey, they just closed the deal,” Caven snickered. “I’m thinking fruit basket with an arrangement of sex toys for the happily mated couples. Well, Elan gets another one of course.”
“So do I,” Clove admitted.
“What?” several people exclaimed as I did. He’d never told me that.
“Vampires only get one mate,” Kinkade growled as he cornered Clove against a tree. I was up with Kermy wrapped around me in a flash. No one would hurt Clove.
“My brother has a big growl but he won’t hurt your friend,” Kermy whispered as he shook in my arms. “I promise.”
I glanced down at him and nodded. “Okay. I’ll give him a little room but if he touches Clove in anger, your brother or not, I will break him.”
“You love him. You’re not just his lover.” Kermy pushed to get out of my arms, his heartache apparent in his tone.
“Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking,” I assured him, missing the conversation the others were having. “Please, Kermy. If I was in love with him I would never have touched you as I did. I wouldn’t have betrayed him like that even for my mate. I care for him and he’s important to me but you now have my heart. I swear it to you.”
Kermy stopped struggling and searched my eyes before sighing sadly. “I’m not going to walk away from my mate so I guess time will only tell.”
“I will prove it to you,” I assured him. I gave him a quick kiss and moved him into my arms as I batted my eyelashes at him, dipping him slightly so he smiled at my gallant treatment of him. It was a start.
“Alpha, I speak for my brother and I when I say we accept though I cannot speak for the others. Can we gather our things later?” Kinkade said, drawing my focus back on him.
“Whatever makes the brother of my mate happy.” I was trying to bridge peace with the wolf who had had objections to me being with his brother. “I am the one who opened the portal. I will gladly bring you back whenever you like.” I approached them slowly, ignoring the dual growls as I reached out and cupped Clove’s cheek. “Clove, my dear, I will treasure our time together always. You have become so important to me and not in only the ways of the bedroom, though I will think fondly on those times as well.”
“Me too,” he whispered, blinking rapidly as if fighting tears. “We don’t have to stop being friends, right? You get me, Elan. I don’t want to lose that. It’s been so long since I’ve had a person I felt I could be myself with always.”
“No, we won’t stop being friends. We’re each a mate of brothers,” I chuckled, brushing his cheek. “And you will always have a special place in my heart as the friend who led me to my mate, helped me reconnect with my brother, and eased me into life on your world again. Almost five thousand years I’ve lived and it seemed I just needed to find the friend named Clove to lead me to my most precious of gifts.” I dropped my hand and glanced down at my mate to see how Kermy was handling all I’d shared.
“I’m Kermy,” my mate said cautiously as he extended his hand to Clove. I caught a flash in his mind that he couldn’t make me happy. If I was into men like Clove, Kermy thought he’d never be able to satisfy me. Fuck! I’d have to make sure my mate understood that he was actually more my type. “I’m cool with you guys being friends as long as it’s not naked friends and you don’t hug or really hang around the full moon. We get way too possessive then and it might go bad.”
“I understand. Thanks, Kermy.” Clove shook his hand, giving him a smile.
“If you guys are coming, we’re with you. We’re not breaking up the band,” one of the other French wolves joked.
“We’re going to have a band in the pack? That’s awesome!” Caven exclaimed excitedly. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. That kid just cracked me up.
“They weren’t being literal, my love,” Gabriel mumbled, trying to let his mate down easily.
“Oh, well, we should still look into that. It would make the parties way more wicked if we had our own wolf band.” He shrugged and glanced at me. “I’m hungry again. Portal home? You’ll bring them all back later to get their stuff? I’ll find them housing. I’m sure Ayden and Darcy have rooms if they want to stay with the majority of the pack or they can buy one of the development houses or Elena offered them a few of the suites for the ones I pick as Betas so they’re close.”
Kermy raised an eyebrow at me from my arms and I gave him a wink. It hit me then that the original plan was fine when these were just allies but this was my mate now. I wanted him to have everything. “Let’s at least get them enough belongings for tonight,” I hedged as I glanced at Kermy. “Or I guess we could come back first thing in the morning?”
“The Queen does have some things she would like us to pick up from this area if you don’t mind the company,” Mareo offered, glancing at Foma and Virgil. I immediately nodded. My brother was trying and I wanted to reconnect with him as much as I wanted the man in my arms. Kermy smiled at me as he glanced between Mareo and I, obviously knowing something was going on there.
“Kermy, you’ll take care of our things?” Kinkade asked, but it was more like an order. I flinched at that. I wasn’t a fan of someone else, family or not, bossing my mate around. “I want to get started right away with Alpha Caven, Milos, and Bladon.”
Kermy nodded and this time it was his turn to give me a look that clearly said we’d talk about it when we were alone. Fine. I could hold my tongue until then.
“Why the four of us?” Caven asked.
“The three of us will be your Betas, enforcers, and security, anything else you require you’d have to ask the others.” Caven went to open his mouth and Kinkade chuckled. “We’ll test for it, I know. I’m just saying, it would be us, so let’s get the formalities out of the way before the full moon is upon us in a week and we are all distracted.”
Caven studied Kinkade for a moment and then smiled. “I like you already. And I feel better about this now that you’re mating into the family.” Everyone chuckled and I rolled my eyes as I
opened a portal. I wasn’t sure I was going to be such a fan of Kinkade’s. It wasn’t jealousy that he was mating Clove. Not by any means.
It was concern. So far I hadn’t seen anything that made me feel as if my friend was getting a good deal here and I didn’t like the way he treated his brother either.
“Normally you’d feel some pressure and disorientation when you go through a portal but my magic will protect you from that,” I assured Kermy when he looked at the light nervously. I stepped through the portal instead of saying anything about his brother or the situation of his mating Clove, focusing on my mate.
“Wow,” Kermy gasped as he glanced around at the Mariuses’ kitchen. “That was crazy.”
“Welcome to being mated to a powerful fae warrior,” I chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose. I waited for everyone else to come through. I’d come with Clove in his car, but he would be busy now and as soon as I closed this portal I could just open another one to Bas’s house.
“Tyler was looking for you,” Elena told Clove and I cursed under my breath, getting a strange look from Kermy. “He says it’s ready. There’s some gifts and the fridge has been stocked for you.” Then she looked between Clove and I and the men we were with. “So you two aren’t together anymore and found your mates?”
“You knew we were together?” I asked, my eyes going wide. And here I thought we’d been doing such a good job of being discreet. If she knew then the Queen definitely knew. Oh well. I wasn’t embarrassed that I had been seeing Clove anyway.
“Since before Christmas,” she snickered. “I’m a woman and a mother. Nothing gets by me. Congratulations on meeting your mates.”
“Thank you, Councilwoman.” Clove was practically bouncing. “It’s really all done? Can I go now?” I set Kermy on his feet, noticing the hesitant look he gave me as he practically plastered himself to my side. I was okay with the closeness. Actually, I found I quite liked it.
As they spoke, I closed the portal, cursing to myself that I had been so wrapped up in my own drama I’d forgotten something so important to someone I cared about. It wasn’t like it was small, seeing my brother for the first time in centuries, but Clove’s house had been his dream… And I didn’t even remember or have a damn gift for him.
“Before you run off,” Elena said to me quietly when I was done. I glanced at her and saw there was another issue with Clove and Kinkade. Seriously? That man was starting to chap my ass. “Be patient with him. The man found his mate already with another man who’s bigger, stronger, and more powerful than him.”
“Fine,” I ground out, staring daggers at the back of Kinkade’s head. “But he doesn’t get much, Councilwoman. Clove doesn’t deserve—” And then I snapped my mouth shut when they started passionately making out, a broad smile growing. “Now that he deserves.”
“I agree,” she chuckled. “Back to business. I know you just met your mate and there are things you’d like to do.” She cleared her throat as she blushed, realizing how that sounded. “But there’s a meeting in several hours that we’d like to crash. We received word of a private meeting that Councilman Dubois called at five in the morning before his flight or something. It worries us
to have something at such an odd hour. The Queen wants to go and finally meet him, read his mind.”
“And she won’t ask for backup of course,” I growled, shaking my head. “This cannot go on, Elena. She’s destroying her mating and she will break soon and then we will have no leader or structure. She does everything and one person cannot do it all alone. She won’t listen to me.”
“I agree but I didn’t know others have tried to reason with her about this,” Elena said gently as she patted my arm. “When we get back and things settle down from your mating, we will sit down and talk. If we have to sit on her to make her listen, we will. Now that she’s got more allies and sees other people in charge having help, I think she’s more open to the idea. Hell, she has friends now she confides in. I know she wants help and doesn’t want to ruin her mating.”
I studied her a moment, seeing nothing but a deep desire to do the right thing.
“However you feel is best to handle this I will agree to. My way hasn’t been working and I think it has affronted her and she takes it as criticism. I mean nothing of the sort. I simply wish to help her with her load. There is no reason she should have to handle everything alone. I want her happy, Elena. She deserves it after all she’s suffered. I can do so much that could help if she would just let me. But with strong magic comes consequences and she won’t let anyone else bear the—”
“Bear the what?” she muttered under her breath after I shut my mouth so fast I bit my tongue.
“She doesn’t remember that I know the price she pays for the magic she uses,” I sighed, wiping my hands over my face. “She forgot I was there when she confided in someone. Or maybe she blocked out even telling them as if it was a slip she didn’t mean to make. Who knows but she simply doesn’t discuss it. I knew she had something before that though because I pay a different price when I use powerful magic as well. It’s complicated and not my secret to share.”
She looked me up and down a moment before nodding. “I will ask her specifically what the cost is to her for all that she gives and not let up until she tells me. But then I will be back to ask you the same, Elan. If your Queen can trust me with this knowledge, so can you. Keeping it a secret hasn’t worked out well for her and you should learn from that.”
I bristled at her chastising tone. And did something I very, very rarely did… Lost my cool.
“But keeping it a secret has kept her alive, kid,” I growled. “This isn’t who she has a crush on or something trivial. It’s our power, greatest asset, and a weakness. You don’t exactly go blabbing it about. I would tell my mates and that would be all, but no, I wouldn’t even ever tell you. I would have told my Queen but I think we can both agree that she has enough on her plate and doesn’t exactly need more to deal with.
“So don’t lecture me about things you know nothing about. You use your gifts and you get tired, drink some blood, and rest up. It does not work like that for us after we get to a certain age and can do things your kind can only dream of. I understand why my Queen keeps things secret from others. Especially people she’s known for only a year or so. But I have loyally served her for a very long time. She should be able to freely let some of us in.”
“Elan, watch your tone with my mother,” Victor warned me as he appeared out of nowhere.
“Did you just call me kid?” Elena asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing, eyes sparkling with mirth. I decided to go with her reaction and ignore her overprotective son as I wrapped my arm around my mate.
“You are a kid to me,” I snickered with a shrug.
“Elan, my eldest is almost nine hundred years old and I was a few centuries old when I had him,” she teased. I couldn’t help it. I threw back my head and let out a bark of laughter, holding my sides it was so big. “Why is that so funny?”
“Elan’s got you way beat, Elena,” Mareo chuckled.
“Big time,” I chortled, wiping my eyes. “I’m going to be five thousand soon. I’ve served the Queen since I was eighteen and not been able to get her to let me help her with all my powers and years knowing her, being at her side, and having served her mate. Now you see why I snapped at you and called you a kid.”
“Wow. You look good for a really old fart,” she teased and then frowned. “And I understand your point. I hate to say this and make you feel bad but she has confided in me already though, so I think we have a shot. Maybe she just needed another woman in a position of power that was an ally to let in?”
I smiled at her, understanding she was trying to spare my feelings. “I’m too old and have seen too much to worry about petty things like getting credit or who the winner is, Elena. All I want is the outcome of my Queen’s happiness and for her to enjoy life. If she opened up to you, kid or not, then I am thrilled and will do whatever is needed to help.”
“I can’t believe you keep calling my mother and think of her as a kid,” Victor grumbled and walked away shaking his head. I simply shrugged.
“That must make me a sperm,” Kermy mumbled and tried to pull away. Shit. I got a flash in his head that there was a whole other list of reasons that I wouldn’t want him now.
“Let me know when you need me for the meeting and what the plan is,” I told Elena, giving her a knowing look.
“I’ll text you the details,” she agreed. I quickly opened a portal to my room and snagged my mate around the waist.
“No, but I’d like to see and taste lots and lots of your sperm for the rest of our days,” I muttered in his ear before stepping into the light. He gasped as we entered my rooms before I closed the portal again and tossed him on the bed. “Now, are you hungry or thirsty before I ravage you, or would you like to get right down to being naked?”
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Monday, May 20, 2013
The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany
The Tides of Lust is a powerful, erotic and violent encounter with the voices and experiences of characters who linger in a small American seaport. Here is an insatiable African-American ship's captain, a dangerously young slave mistress, an aimless drifter and a supreme artist of the perverse. Written by acclaimed and award-winning author Samuel R. Delany, The Tides of Lust, first published in 1973, is a wild ride along the oceans of unleashed sexuality at its most exuberant. A true modern classic.
The color of bell metal: Longer than a big man's foot; thick as a small girl's wrist. Veins made low relief like vines beneath the wrinkled hood. His fingers climbed the shaft, dropped to hair tight as wire, moved under the canvas flaps to gouge the sac, black as an over-ripe avocado: spilled his palm (it is a big hand); climbed the shaft again.
There is little light.
What's here bars the shutters in gold. Water lisps and whispers outside. The cabin sways, rises. There
is a wind out to sea, that means. That means here at port it is clear evening. The dog on the floor claws the planks.
The captain's toes spread the footboard. His chin went back and his belly made black ridges. The long
head rolled on the pillow, brass ring at his ear a-flash.
The hood slipped from the punctured helmet. The knuckles, like knots in weathered cable, flexed
on him. The rhythm started with the boat's sway. Increase: his hand and the boat syncopate. The doubled pace pulled his buttocks from the blanket. The rirn of his fist beat the tenderer rim ( one color with his palm). His breath got loud. It halted, and halted, and halted. Stop action film: a white orchid from bud to bloom.
Mucus drips his knuckles. Still stiff, the shaft glistens.
Pearls on black wire.
He swung his feet over the edge, his shoulders hunched (dull as cannon shot); his dirty shirt was sleeveless. Buttons: copper.
His voice: maroons, purples, a nap between velvet and suede.
"Come down here!"
When the door cracked, he laughed.
Her hair was yellow, paler than the light. Her smock, torn at her neck, hung between her breasts. One dull aureole rose on the blue horizon. Her face moved with its laughter before she saw, "Captain, you . . . ?" saw, and smothered it, to have it break again. Blue eyes widened in the half dark. "What do you want?"
She stepped on to the rug. A copper anklet sloped beneath the knob of her ankle, crossed low on her calloused heel. (Uneven hem brushes smudged knees. ) A print sash bound her belly.
"Where is your brother?"
"In the wheelhouse, asleep."
"Where were you?"
"On deck. I was sitting in the sun."
"With the men on the docks all coming by to stare? How many with their hands in their pockets?"
"Oh . . . !"
"None of them with what I got." He leaned back.
His fingers tracked his stomach. "Come here. Tell me what's for supper."
"Your thoughts have gone as high as your gut, now?"
"How do you and the boy get chores done if you sleep and sun all the time?"
"But what is there to do in port?" She stepped across the rug, laughing.
He grabbed her wrist. She stumbled and he caught: "How many times!"
She pushed his chest. Her wrist turned under slippery fingers.
"Five times? Six? I'll say seven—"
"But see, you've already—"
"Once already. Six more now." He kneaded her inner thigh.
"Captain . . . !" She tried to pull away.
His hand went beneath the hem.
She shrieked and bit the sound off. What spilled after was a giggle.
"How many years have I had you two, now?" His forearm shifted like bunched blacksnakes. She tried to push his hand from under her skirt. Stopped trying.
She opened her lips and caressed his arm.
"How many years? Seven. Now, once for each year you've worked on my boat." He looked down at himself.
She touched where he looked: she took it, slipping the loose skin from the head. When she fingered beneath the twice full bag, he arched his back.
"Pig. Sit on it. Little white pig . . ." Three calloused fingers were knuckle deep in her. She bent; her hair swept his face. He caught it in his yellow teeth, twisted his head. Kirsten grabbed at her hair, and made an ugly sound. His teeth opened on laughter; it and her hair spilled black lips mottled with cerise.
SAMUEL R DELANY, born 1942, grew up in New York City's Harlem. His novels Babel-17 and The Einstein Intersection both won Nebula Awards from the Science Fiction Writers of America, as have his short fictions, Eye, and Gomorrah and Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones (which also took a Hugo Award during the World Science Fiction Convention at Heidelberg). His books include The Jewels of Aptor, The Fall of the Towers, Nova, Driftglass (short stories), Tales of Neveryon, Triton and Dhalgren, the million-selling odyssey of modern youth. With his wife, National Book Award-winning poetess Marilyn Hacker, he co-edited the speculative fiction quarterly Quark. He also wrote, directed and edited the half-hour film The Orchid. His essays in literary criticism are collected in The Jewel-Hinged Jaw (1977). In 1975 he was visiting Butler Chair Professor of English at the State University of New York at Buffalo. For the last half dozen years Delany and Hacker have lived between New York, San Fransisco and London. They have one daughter.
Other Modern Erotic Classics available:
The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford
Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger
The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu
Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu
The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell
The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell
Hogg by Samuel R. Delany
The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany
Sad Sister by Florence Dugas
The Ties That Bind by Vanessa Duriés
Dark Ride by Kent Harrington
3 by Julie Hilden
Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg
Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg
The Agency by David Meltzer
Burn by Michael Perkins
Dark Matter by Michael Perkins
Evil Companions by Michael Perkins
Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl
Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Gypsy Witch by Suz deMello
The Sacramento Sheriff's Department is no place for airy-fairy wimps, and Ben McCullough is the toughest of the tough. He tells himself he's bedding the luscious Elena Lautari only because she's a babe, not because she's a card-carrying member of the Northern California Church of Wicca. Ben thinks she's a feather away from an arrest for fraud, since she makes a living telling fortunes and making charms for the lovelorn. He can't see her as a lifelong mate even though she's more than a match for him in the sack, and losing her is unthinkable.
But Elena is the real deal, a modern witch of much power and even more restraint. When her daughter, Gina, steals her mother's spell book and uses it to shatter the fabric of existence and release an ancient evil, Elena must put reality back in place—even if she loses Ben in the process. Will Ben and Elena's fragile love be lost with the revelation of her magic?
Maybe, but there are others ready to heal her battered heart. When Ben's partner attempts to claim Elena, will Ben move aside or move in?
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