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Monday, June 24, 2013

Meet Author Tasha Blackstone *Echo in the Night*




I'm excited to welcome author Tasha Blackstone today. Tasha is talking about her journey as a writer and she's sharing excerpts from her new release - Echo in the Night. Enjoy! 

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Life surprises me at every turn
Thank you so very much Gale for having me today!

I am a fairly new author, my first book came out with Siren Publishing in January, and Echo in the Night is my third release for the year. I am in awe of authors who are able to produce a new book every other week and hope that with time (& of course a ton of hard work) I can turn my back on my EDJ and focus solely on my writing career. When I can be in a place to produce at least one new book a month, I will be thrilled! J

In the meantime, I plug along, trip and stumble my way through finding what works best for me, and hopefully, learn from my mistakes. One of the biggest issues I am facing has less to do with the writing/publishing process than with the personal side of it. I am so proud of myself for finally reaching a lifelong goal, and although I imagine in a few years when I look back at my first book, I may cringe and giggle at the silly mistakes I made, I will always feel accomplished that I set out to do something great and did it. I’m so excited about it that I want to stand on the rooftops and yell to the world “Look what I did! How cool is this?” However, I find myself living a double life. By day, I am a devoted wife, mom, full time college student, and full time server/bartender. By night, or whenever I have a free moment, I am a published author (still devoted wife and mom of course, but my job title changes). Two very different people yet I wonder, and often wish, that I could just be one person. Whenever my family asks me what I’ve been up to I have to stop and remember whose asking before I start spouting off details of my latest release. I made an executive decision on the fly recently. One of my mother-in-laws and I were discussing how busy life is, and the next thing I know, the dam broke and I told her. I was shocked by her reaction. She was happy for me and so excited that she actually went on line and bought print copies of my first two books! Holy crap! My mother-in-law is now a fan. Who would’ve guessed? So perhaps, as time goes on, and I get over the concern of how some people may judge me, I’ll step out from behind the curtain and all will be revealed.

Blurb:

Can a Witch who was born to be a Vampire Hunter find true love with her mortal enemy?

It’s easy to live life on auto pilot and that’s just what Echo Abbott is doing. That is until everything shifts. As her house of cards begins to crumble, she meets Henry Knight. Obnoxious and gorgeous she can’t stop thinking about him and against her better judgment she wonders if he is the key to healing her broken heart.

In this dark, seductive tale set in the heart of Oregon, Echo is a Witch with remarkable powers whose gift is sought after by a power hungry Vampire, Corrine. Corrine’s brother, Henry, is a willing pawn in her fight for the ultimate power and has been tracking Echo for years. Seeking out Echo’s weakness he soon finds his desire for her is more than he can control. He wants Echo all to himself, but can he convince her that he isn’t the enemy before it’s too late or will her stubborn nature be her downfall?  

Available at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/echo-in-the-night

Story Excerpt:

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” A large man with muscled arms and strong hands lifted her effortlessly from the glass battlefield. “I didn’t mean to scare you! Are you okay?”

Suddenly more pissed than scared, Echo wriggled and screamed in his embrace, trying with all of her might to break free from his hold. “Put me down!”

Gingerly and on command, he did, but as her foot found the deck, she pushed a shard of glass deeper into her heel and cried out again, “Pick me up! Pick me up! Take me inside!”

The stranger quickly swooped her up back into his arms and with rapid procession, carried her into the house and set her down onto the kitchen counter. Without a word he grabbed a towel from the oven bar, soaked it in warm water and tended to her foot, pulling out the largest shard of glass that had impaled her. She screamed and kicked at him as the pain pulsed through her and as he dropped the sharp triangle on the counter beside her, Echo could feel the familiar sensation of warm blood dripping down her foot. With an eerie swiftness, the man backed as far away from Echo as he could without stepping back outside.

“That’s–that’s a lot of blood.”

His face was ashen and there was a quiver to his voice that oddly enough set Echo at ease. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a chiseled chest, easily defined even through the fabric of his gray button-up shirt. His hair was raven black and clean cut and he had the hint of a five o’clock shadow on his face. His thick eyebrows were arched in alert and his crystal-blue eyes had locked onto the droplets of blood that fell to the tiled floor. He was a beautiful mess.

“Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?”

He did not pull his eyes from the blood when he answered. “I’m Henry. I’m here to buy your house.” 

“You have got to be kidding me! Henry?” Rage pulsed through her. “As in Henry Knight the douche bag stalker who refuses to take no for answer and just leave me alone? That Henry Knight?”

He finally looked up into her eyes, a hint of a smile etched along his full lips.
“Well”—he laughed—“Most women don’t refer to me as a douche bag, but yes, I suppose I am that Henry.”

Adult Excerpt:

“Head down, love, and spread your legs for me—I want to see how wet you are.”

She obliged, pressing her head deep in the overstuffed comforter and spreading her legs wide. She could feel Henry hovering over her pussy as he took a deep breath and inhaled her arousal before she felt his tongue trail along the length of her pussy lips. She moaned into the bed and wiggled her ass at him, eager for him to take her fully into his mouth. His hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teasingly trailed along her slit again.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

“I want you,” she moaned.

He gripped her cheeks tighter and she heard an animallike growl rumble from his gut.

“Yes—and?”

“I want you, Henry! I want you to devour my pussy and make me come!”
“Good girl.” His mouth was suddenly pressed firmly to her, caressing his lips
around her pussy lips, tongue pushing deep into her body.

She cried out into the blanket and bucked her hips, pushing against him, eager to feel him as deep as he could be. His tongue wiggled around, licking around in circles, flicking in and out. He dragged it up her slick fold, lapping at her leaking juices as he pushed her hips forward revealing her hidden clit. Her nub pulsed and tingled in wait, and when his tongue teased the tip, she cried out louder, her need controlling her vocals. He continued to flick across her clit, building up her orgasm to the point that she could barely control it. When he sucked the sensitive nub in between his lips, she was done. Her hips seized as the walls of her pussy clenched in response to the ache and pleasure that now flooded her body. As he sucked hard on her clit, draining her of every electrifying surge, her juices flowed down her slit, drenching her. Her body relaxed and Henry continued to dine on her, lapping at her nectar, licking and sucking at her lips, drinking in every last drop that her body released. When her pussy was spent, he flipped her onto her back. His lips glistened with her juices and he dragged his tongue, cleaning up the last bit that had been smeared over his mouth, as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, revealing his dick pushing hard against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

Nervous excitement filled her as her eyes fell to his cock. Even hidden he was huge.

His fingers slid between the band and his waist and he slid the boxer briefs down over his hips, his dick springing to life, pre-cum glistening at the slit.
“Oh my gawd,” she whispered.

He looked to be a generous eight or nine inches with impressive girth, veins etched along the shaft, skin pulled tight like satin over steel, his mushroomed head purple with need.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.


Where you can find me on the web:

Website/blog www.tashablackstone.com
Facebook www.facebook.com/TashaBlackstoneEroticRomance
Twitter www.twitter.com/TashaBlackstone
Goodreads www.goodreads.com/tashablackstone
Amazon author page www.amazon.com/Tasha-Blackstone/e/B00BFTI2SC
Siren Author Page www.bookstrand.com/tasha-blackstone


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