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Heaven on Earth by Gioconda Lyss
Secret Cravings Publishing
Erotic Contemporary, Interracial/Multicultural Romance
“Heaven on Earth” is a suspenseful erotic romance and on Secret Cravings Publishing website it has been awarded 4 out of 5 flames (five being the hottest, obviously). It contains explicit language and adult situations so it would be rated X. Tags: interracial, menage, suspense, contemporary, erotic, romance.
Gwen McAllister and Desmond Blankenship have both had their share of disappointment in love and marriage. Gwen is a divorced woman who swears never to love again. Desmond is a businessman who finds his wife in bed with a friend. The two meet at a party in Phoenix and soon begin a long-distance relationship. While Desmond knows Gwen is the woman he wants to be with, Gwen is reluctant about facing her feelings for Desmond. Just when Desmond is ready to declare his true feelings for Gwen, Gwen’s life take an unexpected turn. Leticia Martinez, Gwen’s long- time friend and occasional lover, makes an unexpected visit. At first, Leticia and Desmond express an instant dislike for one another. Will Gwen have to choose between the two people she loves the most, or will they make the relationship work for all three of them?
Thank goodness for showers and blessed be the person who invented them. Desmond replayed the fun they’d had lathering one another up. Soapy hands going in and out of body crevices, touching, tickling, arousing.
Taking a shower with two women had been an experience in itself. Having two sets of hands touching him, stroking him, arousing him, was beyond any dream he’d ever had. Watching them laughing and shrieking with delight, interacting with one another, it was obvious to Desmond that these two women had great affection for one another. It became apparent that there was some kind of bond between them that could never be broken. A friendship bordering on sisterhood, a sisterhood bordering on marriage, a marriage bordering on two halves of a whole.
That Gwen and Leti’s relationship had become physical over time had just been the next natural step for them, Desmond realized. Well, now the two halves were becoming thirds, by taking him to their bosoms. And how lucky he was that they chose him! Gratitude filled his heart to the point of bursting.
Minutes later, when they were all squeaky clean and towel-dried, they collapsed on the bed-a mingle of legs and arms that contrasted and mixed together splendidly. Desmond’s black skin, Leticia’s caramel, and Gwen’s white. They were different in coloring, but they were united in love and affection.
Gwen crawled to the foot of the bed, expectant and giddy as a child. Warm color filled her cheeks.
Desmond looked at her, question marks in his eyes.
“I want you to kiss Leti,” she told him without any further ado.
“Is this okay with you?” He turned his attention on Leti.
Leticia nodded and tipped her head back to be kissed.
Their lips came together tentatively. Desmond brushed his lips on Leti’s and stopped, suddenly unsure of what he should do next. It was Leticia who took the kiss to the next level, gripping the sides of his head and pressing her lips harder on his. Her tongue snaked deeply into his mouth and licked the roof. Her kiss was different from the way Gwen’s lips felt on his, different from Gwen’s kisses. But he was amazed at the strong reaction he got from just that one kiss. Desire surged through him and his cock became erect, pushing against her belly. Leti gasped and squirmed against him. He wanted to take her, but he was also very aware that Gwen watched them. He wanted to see her reaction. How did she feel about it? Was she truly okay with this?
He broke the kiss and looked at Gwen. Gwen’s pale face had turned a deep shade of pink, and her eyes were glossy with lust. She sucked a sharp breath in, and bit her lower lip.
“Don’t stop,” Gwen murmured, while she slid her hand down south, toward her pussy. She half-closed her eyes. He watched her hand sliding between her shapely legs and beginning to finger herself.
Christ, how much he loved seeing her aroused like this! He couldn’t wait to see what new heights of arousal and pleasure he could bring her to. He would be willing to do anything to make Gwen happy!
He leaned toward Gwen and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately. He got drunk on her wonderful taste. He wanted the moment to go on forever. If the planet stopped spinning in that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. They kissed long and hard, their tongues dancing with one another.
When she pulled away slowly from his embrace he let go reluctantly. He knew they were about to cross a line that would make a difference in their relationship, a line which, when closed, they will not be able to take back. He remembered Gwen’s words about “taking it slow” and almost laughed. Did she have this-–a threesome—in mind when she uttered those words? He almost opened his mouth to ask that very question, but at that precise moment Gwen leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, giving it a swift lick and a kiss on the head.
“I want you to fuck her,” she said simply when she came up.
Desmond did as he was told.
He eased himself on top on Leticia who was already fingering herself and pulling on her small, dark wine-colored nipples. Leti gave him a small nod and opened her legs for him. She took his cock and guided it to the opening of her sex.
Desmond groaned as he pushed himself inside Leti. Leticia’s pussy was tight and surprisingly wet, considering that he hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay to arouse her. Then he remembered how aroused Gwen was from watching him kissing Leti. The girls got off on watching one another. Exhilaration made his body tremble. The feeling was all-encompassing, and a totally new high.
He thrust inside Leti’s opening, feeling her inner muscles relax around his shaft. Gwen caressed his back with her fingernails; the sensation sent pleasurable shivers through his body, directly to his groin. At the nape of his neck he felt Gwen’s mouth placing kisses, which continued in a trail down toward his shoulders. Gwen then slid toward Leti, kissing her small, perky breasts before moving up to her plump mouth. Seeing Gwen kiss Leti sent Desmond toward the top of the precipice. He stopped, drawing breath into his lungs. The sensation was almost too much. Gwen turned her head, her eyes searching him.
“Are you okay?”
She took his head in her hands and kissed him to reassure him that he was doing the right thing. Their tongues danced together, entwined, fought and then she sucked his into her mouth. Tremors shook his body at the delicious feeling and he began moving again inside Leti. Gwen’s kiss excited him to no end. Gwen urged him on with kisses on his shoulder and scratches on his back, and when Leti told him she was coming, he crossed the edge with her.
About the Author
“Heaven on Earth” is Gioconda Lyss’ first erotic romance novella. Born and raised in Romania, she now lives in Nevada with her family, and the world’s most spoiled cat and dog. Visit her at www.giocondalyss.com and friend her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/gioconda.lyss
Hi and welcome to my blog, Charisma Knight. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.
Oooh. Hi Zeke and Jake! Awesome abs guys! LOL Raine, thanks for having me over today! How have you been?
To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?
I’m currently working on Battlestation One. At least that’s what I’m calling it now. It is a follow up story to Ensnared where I focus on Zena and Rhogwaar. Below is in undedited snippet:
Although in electromagnetic cuffs, Rhogwaar smiled. So the beautiful brown Earth woman thought she was doing her agency a favor. How naïve. Then again, most humans were like that. Cocky and vain in thinking they were the only superior beings in the universe. If only Zena knew there was more to the story.
Trying to ignore the emotions she stirred within him, he licked his lips as he imagined surging in and out of her wet heat. The tall Amazon of a woman thought him to be cruel, but perhaps she was only justifying her actions. She knew he was innocent, only she didn’t want to admit it. He tried once again to penetrate the recess of her mind, but she fought him hard and he was forced to give up. The jolt of electricity she’d pumped into his body still had his head reeling.
So, he sat back while imagining the well-muscled woman in nothing but her magnificent mahogany skin. The skin he itched to explore while she lay beneath his body. He loved how her chocolate brown almond shaped eyes blazed with strength and determination. Her brownish black shoulder length afro framed her oval face wildly. He longed to grip his fingers in her mane, expose the flesh of her neck and nibble away until she melted against him.
Zena was a hell raiser, and could best any man in battle, especially when family was involved. Clearly they would have come to a draw if it had not been for that fucking weapon she carried. Next time he’d disarm her, maybe even have his way with her. Rhogwaar’s mouth salivated and his cock twitched at the thought.
His curiosity had gotten the best of him months ago before he came to Earth. He’d schooled himself on her file before leaving his planet. Little did she know, she was a wanted woman by his warriors back home. She was strong, brave, and buxom and sure to bear her future mate strong children to carry on the Asgurcharian race. He smiled, because there would be no other for her. He’d be Zena’s mate, whether she liked it or not.
He’d wanted to assist her in finding her sister, but that plan didn’t go over too well. There was more to his being here than she knew. Once again, he reminded himself that she thought nothing of him but a cruel, disgusting creature.
Once he was free, he’d take her and demonstrate just how cruel his species could be. His cock hardened at the thought of having his way with her. Whenever his primal urges launched into overdrive, he discovered she aroused more than just lust within him. He winced at the strange emotions for her washing over him.
He muttered a silent curse. Those feelings were growing stronger with each passing day and he wondered if he could withstand this predicament he was in without losing himself to his own emotions.
“Do you know why our species battle?” He asked.
“I don’t care why. My sister is missing and I want her back! I’ll be better off once I deliver you to Terlion.”
“Sure. Go ahead and blindly carry out the demands of your agency.” He snorted. He shivered at the thought of the war between the aliens and earthlings being drawn out any longer. “How do you intend to get your sister back?” Zena’s silence told him she had no plan, she was just going on blind instinct.
“I can assist you,” He offered up, doubtful she’d believe him.
“I don’t need any help from the likes of you,” She blurted out stubbornly.
The emotion in her voice almost made him shudder. “If you turn me in, it is quite possible you’ll never see your sister again.” He’d tried not to let that bit of information seem like a threat, but too late. “I can help you.”
“You only want to help yourself to escape. I’m no fool. Once you’re free, you’ll snap my neck like a twig.”
“I can think of better things to do with that pretty neck of yours,” He mused. The woman was beautiful, but nowhere near timid like most females he’d encountered. Their hand-to-hand combat made him hard as steel and in all honesty, he wouldn’t mind going a few more rounds with her.
“Shut up!” She grated out sharply as he began to chuckle. “How do I capture Akin?”
“Ah, so you do need my help? Then we shall work together?”
“No, idiot.” She sneered.
“Akin is no threat to you, but you all are a threat to us and yourselves, especially if you keep believing what your superiors are telling you.”
“Go to hell.”
“We’re already there,” Rhogwaar assured her. “I’m surprised at how naïve you really are, Zena. You do know by turning me in, you’re only signing my death certificate.”
“By turning you in, we’ll gain more knowledge of your species and then—“
“And then, I’ll be dead once your superiors dissect me.” He sighed harshly. His time was coming to an abrupt halt if she didn’t listen to him. As a matter of fact, the entire fate of life, be it alien or human was at risk.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Oh Yes, cheesecake, chocolate cake and various fried foods are my guilty pleasures. I must take things in moderation though.
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
I’m a licensed massage therapist.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
I’d want to live somewhere in Europe, most likely Greece.
How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
I just open my laptop, start picking away at one of my WIPs and things pick up from there.
If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why?
I’d recommend starting out with Demoness of Lust because although a short story, I feel I’ve really fleshed out Jake and Sabrina successfully. I think it’s a great entertaining emotional read.
If you could collaborate with one author who would it be?
George R. R. Martin. He’s an awesome author and I’d love to pick his brain. I mean c’mon, the man has written books over a thousand words.
Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?
Thanks so much for having me today! Readers may connect with me at the links below! You have an awesome week Raine!
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Demoness of Lust by Charisma Knight
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Amira Press
Release Date: 4/19/2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Length: 87 pages
Jake finds comfort in the arms of the lovely mysterious woman who visits him in his dreams. He soon realizes this being has awakened feelings within he’d never experienced in the past.
Sabrina answered Jake’s lonely calls in the night. When strong emotions for the mortal develop, she discovers that she must follow her instincts and pursue the man.
A spell casts Sabrina into the human realm, but she must convince Jake to acknowledge his true feelings for her within four days. If she fails, she’ll remain a demon for the rest of eternity. She also discovers destiny will have its way when she’s unable to control certain events and learns a powerful lesson of self-sacrifice and love.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
In his mind’s eye, he and his dark angel were lying on a beach, confessing their love to one another. Jake exhaled sharply. Why was love creeping into the picture again? After all his heart had been through, he still sought love?
With a grunt, he squeezed his cock, trying to skip over the love parts while focusing on the sexual aspect, but it still didn’t work. As he stroked his cock, his dream woman planted a gentle kiss upon his lips that made his head spin and his heart lurch. He smiled when she whispered, I love you, in his ear.
He wanted to return those words, but none would form on his lips. Something blocked him. Ah, the protective wall he’d constructed just to keep others out. That’s right. No one would ever break through the carefully built walls he surrounded himself with.
Off in the distance, he literally could hear waves crashing along the sandy beach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sun sinking into the lonely horizon. The sky, from what he could see, was a myriad of reds, pinks, and bluish hues. The Creator had surely outdone Himself on this beautiful piece of artwork. A feeling of completion swathed him like a blanket and he didn’t have a care in the world.
Something tried breaking through his stubborn-ass barrier. “I love you too,” he heard himself say as he felt his spirit lift. He must have fallen asleep so fast this time, but he didn’t care to analyze the situation. Perhaps his fantasy had finally consumed him. Her body was soft against his. His palms itched to explore every inch of her flesh.
Soon he was back in his bedroom, as if released from his dream. He would have been disappointed, but his mattress shifted as she snuggled next to him. It was definitely her. The jasmine perfume taunted his nostrils as fingers stroked the dark hair of his chest. He groaned as she playfully bit at his nipples.
“Mmm.” Jake groaned and opened his eyes. Silver moonlight now poured in through the room, giving him a perfect view of his dream lover. Sure enough, his dark angel was right there beside him, a loving smile painting itself on her face.
She bent down and kissed his cock. Her touch was electric, and he swore he’d go through the roof if she touched him like that again. As though he willed it, she kissed him there again. His woman continued planting dainty kisses from his cock to his navel, making Jake writhe beside her.
“You—” He’d lost his breath and thrust his hips upward. “Should stop,” he said on a moan. “Please, don’t make me want you. I can’t take this.”
“Shh, Jake,” she reassured him. Soon, they were locked in a passionate kiss, her tongue caressing his, blinding him with an emotion he’d never felt before. Inhaling her scent, he reached for her, encasing her in a strong embrace. He never wanted to let her go and was determined she wouldn’t leave this room.
She grabbed his hand, eagerly placing it between her trembling thighs. Her feminine scent had him hard as steel, and her wetness dripped down the crease of her legs. With a masculine grunt, Jake brought his fingers to his mouth, sampling her nectar.
“Oh. My. God,” he cried out in a baritone voice as he peered into her eyes, wondering what her name was. He just had to know.
“Sabrina,” she whispered. Her husky yet gentle voice sent a shiver up his spine.
Jake wrinkled his forehead in confusion. “What are you? Is this for real?” His hands explored her smooth, satiny flesh. “It feels like you’re here with me, but—”
She placed a lone finger against his lips. “We don’t have much time,” she said sadly.
Still mesmerized by her presence and beauty, he stroked her thick, curly hair. “So beautiful,” he breathed while soaking up how she looked. He just had to burn her image into his memory before she disappeared along with the sunrise.
“Do you want me all the time?” she asked as curiosity masked her gentle features.
Fear sliced through his heart. He wanted her in every way imaginable, but did it mean he would soon experience the sorrow of a broken heart again? He wasn’t sure he could withstand the pain.
About the Author:
Charisma Knight is an author and a cover artist living in the Maryland area with her youngest daughter and her soul mate. You’ll discover her stories are a mixture of erotica and erotic romance that contain a wild edge with a little fantasy sprinkled throughout. If you’re an avid reader of Charisma’s stories, don’t be shy—she loves to receive e-mails from readers.
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Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Eternal Press
Release Date: May 1, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 81,600 words
Can a sexy Hispanic action movie star find himself in the BWCA of upper Minnesota? Will the local woman he grows to love believe someone who “lies for a living”?
When the famous action movie star Raul Roderick needs to “clean-up” for a major role that even he doubts he can deliver, the director sends him up to a resort owned by his grandmother in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota, to learn to commune with nature. His guide is Veronica, the director’s cousin, a tall, athletic woman who has the relaxed, sensible nature of someone who knows herself well.
Raul hasn’t been this far from his reliable drug-dealers for a very long time, and dealing with real-life is something he’s never been very good at. His initial clumsy attempt to seduce her makes her laugh…so he calls her fat. Is there any hope that their relationship will progress beyond its rocky start? And can Raul overcome his partying nature to discover what is really important in life?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations (including a f/f/m ménage scene/scenes in the first chapter) and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Scene Set Up: Raul tries to convince Veronica that he’s fallen in love with her.
When they got back to the truck, Veronica hit the clicker before moving around to the back to toss her backpack into it. Raul followed and did the same with the one he’d been carrying. She pushed the back end of the truck back up and walked around to get into the drivers’ seat. Raul got into the passenger side and they both pulled their doors closed. There was silence for a long moment.
“Come back to my cabin with me,” Raul urged in what he hoped was a persuasive voice.
Veronica shook her head without looking at him.
“I can’t! You know that! Gram Marie would see us and have a shit-fit!”
Raul leaned over the console and put his hand over Veronica’s hand that was gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white.
“Then take me back to your place,” he said in a low voice. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at him and he added, “Please.”
“Because I’m going crazy from how much I want you. I’ve never made love to a woman before. I need to know how we will feel together.”
Veronica spat out a laugh that sounded more like a sob.
“If you’re gonna lie to me, you’d better get more blood back into your brain first. How can you expect me to believe you? You’ve probably had sex with half of Hollywood, and fucked your way across the country by now.”
Raul’s face grew more serious.
“Yes, I have. But I’ve never even bothered to learn the names of the women I’ve had. What did it matter? They were only after one thing, and so was I. Once that was over, and they could brag about fucking Raul Roderick, our business was done.”
He heard her intake of breath, staggered, like she was trying not to cry.
He reached his hand up and turned her face toward him.
“Look at me, Nica. Look into my eyes so you can see I’m not lying to you. I won’t ever lie to you. I’ve never had real feelings for any other woman before. I don’t even know how to seduce you. I don’t want to insult you with any of the moves I’ve used with so little thought before. I don’t want you to think this means nothing to me. It means everything.”
“Is this a new seduction strategy for you? Are you just trying it out on me, to see if it will work?” Her voice held layers of insecurity, and there were tears in her eyes, and that was too much for him to bear.
Raul sat back in his seat and folded his hands in his lap.
“No,” he said in a flat, monotone voice. “I don’t know how to convince you that I’m not feeding you a line. I’m not very good at speaking from my heart, because I don’t know how. I’ve never done it before. But please drive us away from here, so we won’t be seen by any inquiring minds who want to know what’s going on.”
Veronica sat and stared ahead of her for a minute before taking a deep breath. She turned the key and started the truck and pulled carefully out of the parking lot. She turned left and headed south on the Gunflint Trail, back towards all of the places they knew.
Raul tried hard not to give in to depression, but he could feel himself beginning to wallow in it. As a child he had hated those feelings so much that he pretended they didn’t exist…as if he was someone else. That had always made his loneliness and pain easier to bear. But now?
I don’t know how to reach her. Anything I say, she’ll think is a line. I’m in love for the first time in my life, and there’s nothing I can do or say to convince her of that. I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve any better.
Raul stared down at the hands folded in his lap and felt self-hatred gnawing at his soul.
About the Author:
Fiona has always had stories in her head. Characters intrude into her thoughts and insist on showing her scenes from their lives. She discovered that when she ignores them, they start to yell louder; if she writes their stories and they can live in readers’ heads as well, they usually leave her alone. Only to be replaced by a new group of story-tellers. Her head is usually a very crowded place, but she likes it that way. Visit Fiona at www.fionamcgier.com.
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Erotic Vampire IR Romance, MF
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She’s entered a world where blood, sex, and cash rules everything around her.
What do a four hundred-year-old vampire and a mid-level necromancer have in common? Money. Jeliyah needs it to pay off the people who trained her and Teaghan enjoys killing to get it. Together they hunt rogue vampires—assuming Teaghan can focus on something other than getting her in bed and Jeliyah doesn’t put a bullet in him first.
The uneasy partnership promises to be lucrative until Teaghan and Jeliyah get on the wrong side of a feud. Jeliyah is forced to use forbidden magic and finds herself bound to a man she should hate—but whom she can’t stop fantasizing about.
Every second they stay alive fuels a growing desire Jeliyah is unwilling to deny. Is it the magic? The danger? The only way to get the answers she craves is to outrun the enemy or kill them. She knows Teaghan’s preference but it’s Jeliyah who must put their mind-blowing sex aside and make the choice that will decide both their fates.
Teaghan kicked the room door shut behind him and then laid her on the nearest bed. “At least this time you’re not glowing. Let’s not make a habit of this.”
“I feel the same.”
“Then again…” His gaze wandered to her breasts.
Images of Teaghan running his hands over her breasts and teasing her nipples entered her mind. She reared up and smacked him at the same time she brought her other arm up to guard her chest.
Teaghan didn’t react except to grin at her. “You’re flushed, necromancer. Your heart rate jumped too. My little idea get you all hot and bothered?”
She glared at him.
“No? How about this one?”
A mental picture of Teaghan yanking off her panties so he could run his tongue over her clit invaded her mind. The detail was so vivid Jeliyah felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Damn the man and this stupid mental connection. It might be one way, but she had access to his thoughts and now he wasn’t trying to hide them. “You can’t do that without an invitation.”
“So invite me.”
“Shouldn’t you be going to sleep? The sun is up.”
“Sun’s got nothing to do with me.” He moved closer, planting his hands on either side of her legs and leaning into her. “Invite me.”
Jeliyah scooted back off the bed and away from him. Once on her feet, she said, “Don’t get all cocky just because I took some of your blood, vampire. I told you that was a one-time thing and not to get ideas.”
“Yeah, I heard you but,” he hopped the bed and crowded her against the wall, “here’s the thing. You could have gotten the same results by asking me to open a vein. A simple prick to the finger for a few drops of blood would have sufficed. You kissed me, necromancer.”
“It was a split-second decision. Back off.” She clutched the necrome at her throat and said, “Shield.”
Teaghan laughed as the shield expanded to include him. “Forget something important, did you? Your necromes recognize me now. I’m not a threat.”
Shit. She’d forgotten one of the major side effects of Recognize. Her necromes—and any others made from her blood—no longer worked against Teaghan. There was no way to deactivate Recognize either, just like an invitation once given.
She shoved at his chest but he kept leaning forward until his lips were close to hers.
He said, “Let’s talk about that kiss.”
“It was spur of the moment. It meant nothing.”
“Care to test that theory?”
“You can’t. I haven’t invited you.”
“Kissing is the one thing I don’t need an invitation to do.” He pushed his lips against hers as he forced her hands over her head and pressed his body closer.
Jeliyah couldn’t turn from the kiss, though she tried. This wasn’t fair. Vampires needed permission to enter a person’s body. Why didn’t that extend to kissing? And why was she giving in to his kiss?
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Zenobia Renquist lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband and two cats.
She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers.
On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Zenobia likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain maille weave.
New Adult Contemporary Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Categories: Action/Adventure, Interracial/Multicultural
Heat Level: Sweet
Word Count: 80,000
Winter is not exactly the ‘season of the witch’. It’s cold in Washington, and everything is covered in snow. But it doesn’t bother Lucilla Sinclair, the fiery Witch-Warden for WashingtonState. She’s perfectly happy performing minor enchantments at her little arcane shop in Redhaven, an old fishing town turned tourist attraction. Besides, her tall, dark-skinned elemental guardian Mishal keeps her warm at night. Her raven familiar, Irwin, helps her to pass the time in the otherwise sleepy town.
Magickal mischief in the cold, quiet state is slow for the most part, but when a freak winter storm lands a half-transformed Siren on her front porch, Lucy’s life becomes increasingly strange. Her dreams are suddenly assaulted with visions of a beautiful demon man, and her waking hours are spent warding off a cadre of mysterious shadow creatures.
With the life of the Siren in her hands, Lucy must trek through the snows of Canada in a race against time. Her mission: to find the one person with enough knowledge of forbidden black magick to fix the broken Siren Melusine before her seven days on land are up.
This is gonna be a rough week.
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My room was warm and cozy as I stepped into it. Because I couldn’t fathom the effort involved in slipping on even a night shirt, I went straight from the towel to the sheets. I wrapped myself in that fluffy, fresh detergent smell, pulling the down comforter all the way up to my chin, and clicked off my bedside lamp. My hair was still wet on the pillow, but the rest of me was toasty, so it was a nice balance.
I must have drifted off the second I got comfortable; but the moment I fell asleep, my mind was flooded with those horrible images again, those sounds, those sensations. The feeling of that dark caress returned full force and involuntarily, and I woke to the sound of my own muffled crying. I was mad then, that it had affected me this much, and I angrily wiped away at the moisture on my face with the edge of the comforter.
No matter how hard I tried to get back to sleep, those pictures wouldn’t leave. I cried. I cried in frustration, cried from exhaustion, cried for the simple sake of crying, and I didn’t stop until I heard the creak of my bedroom door open.
I said nothing as Mishal entered, and I just rolled over, giving my back to him. I was ashamed of my weakness, crying like a child under the covers. The bed springs creaked as he sat down, and I felt his hand on my back, the heat of him through the blankets. He just sat there with his hand on my back for a few moments, until the bed shifted as he lay down behind me.
His strong arms fell over my waist, and pulled me to him, comforter and all. He rested his cheek on my head, careful of the sore spot, and I felt the slow, strong steady beat of his heart against my back. He said nothing for the longest time, and just held me in a bundle of covers against him. The coldness inside of me started to fade away, and then I cried from relief this time.
“It’s okay to be human sometimes, Lucy,” he said, his breath hot at my ear. “It just means you have a heartbeat.”
I relaxed into his embrace, and even though I was nude under the covers, the moment wasn’t tense in the least. It was simply the joy and comfort of having someone you cared about touch you. There was something instinctually comforting about being close to another living being, who was warm and breathing and cared about how you felt. Mishal was my best friend, and we’d grown up together, so he was probably the person I trusted the most. He was linked to me as an elemental Guardian, yes, but our bond was so much more than that. I’d found comfort in him since I was very small.
I’d had a really bad fever once when I was about nine, the kind where you just shiver and can’t get warm, even though you’re burning up on the inside. I’d been in bed for almost two days straight at that point, most of it spent in a feverish sleep. I remembered waking up in the middle of it, shivering and cold and hot at the same time. I’d fallen back asleep, and the next time I woke up, little Mishal was wrapped around me, over the covers much like now, and was using his elemental heat to burn away my fever. I’d stop shivering, and over the next few hours, my fever burned away. It was this sort of closeness I treasured. It was the very fact that I could be so close to him that I loved.
Instead of burning away my fever this time, he was burning away those horrible images, drowning them in the overwhelming sensation of warmth and comfort. I turned slightly, tucking my head under his chin and taking a deep breath of him. His familiar, sweet, wood-burning scent filled my nose, and I relaxed.
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I’m waiting anxiously for the next book in the series and once you read it, you will too. I highly recommend this book.”–Tricia Drammeh, author of The Claiming Words
I am eagerly awaiting the next installment of this series; it’s really got me hooked! All in all, I would love to schedule a trip to Redhaven myself in order to meet Lucilla Sinclair and her companions!”—Phillip Anderson, Goodreads Reviewer
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A Texas native, Victoria currently lives in San Diego, California with her fiance and their two kitties (read: furry children.) She has a moderately unhealthy obsession with MMORPGS, and when she’s not writing, spends a lot of time shooting bad guys. (Stupid Horde.)
Her bookshelf includes everything from Tolkien to plumbing (just one though… pipes are boring but nescessary). She’s very fond of anything urban/paranormal fantasy, and has an entire shelf dedicated to zombies. (Never hurts to be prepared.)
Siren Snow is her debut novel, and book #1 of a 7 part series. Book #2 (Ghost Wolf) is due out May 2013.
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In Lee’s native Chicago, the black-white pairing of this couple would have barely raised a brow, but in tiny Gatlin it was all eyes on them. Still, Xander and Lee didn’t allow conjecture to tear them apart, and passion ruled their summer of love. When Lee returned home, they promised to call and write, but like all tragic romances, something happened to separate the lovers.
Fifteen years pass before they run into each other again in an airport lounge. The passion between them iss strong as ever, and Xander finds Lee just as responsive to the dominant-submissive games they played under the hot Texas sun over a decade ago. However, their roles may not be as easily filled when you add in adult responsibilities and misunderstandings …
Note from author: This erotic romance contains spanking and one scene with cuffs and a flogger. Rating: R, BDSM light with plenty of alpha male bossiness.
Sherrod Story likes to make things up. That doesn’t mean she’s a liar. She’s a story teller, and love is her specialty. In her words you’ll find a lil’ humor, a tongue in cheek depiction of some of society’s cover-your-mouth-type issues, along with a good healthy plug of lust, sex and power. Throw in a little magic, beauty, good times and feelings too strong to resist…
You’ll read about men, witches from Africa who’ve been alive for nearly a thousand years, men, ghetto girls who’ve made good, men, the trials and tribulations of a working editor, and country boys who can’t resist a woman of strength and weakness. The tyrsts and turns are endless, so strap yourself in and let her tell you a story…
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Crimson Footprints by Shewanda Pugh
When an insecure, bi-racial woman begins a cloak-and-dagger love affair with a Japanese American man, she is intent on keeping her bigoted family in the dark—albeit with devastating consequences. On the night of her brother’s murder, Deena Hammond stumbles upon Takumi Tanaka, lost and on the wrong end of a .32. After rescuing him from the certain fate driving through the hood in a Porsche will bring, a sweet kind of friendship begins. A balm for her grief. Maybe, Deena likes to think, it happened the day her white mother killed her black father. Or maybe, it was always a part of them, like DNA gone bad. Whatever the case, Deena knows that her family would never approve, hell, never acknowledge her fast-growing love for Takumi. And had he never made love to her that way, in that unraveling, soul-searching sort of way, she could’ve done the same. But love’s a devil that way. So, their game begins. One where they hide what they are from everyone. Anyone. And Tak understands this—for now. After all, Deena’s career hinges on the favor of her mentor and boss, his hard-ass of a father. And the Hammond family is already stretched thin with grief. Yet, each step Deena takes toward family and career brings her closer to an acceptance she’s never had. And away from him.
A slender, striking man of Asian descent was on the wrong end of Anthony’s .32. With arms raised, his hands were splayed in a show of defenselessness. His expression was calm, despite the growing crowd of onlookers and the pistol in his face. Behind him, an old woman made the sign of the cross.
“Anthony!” Deena cried, rushing towards them. Her brother cast a single sideways glance but kept his gun level.
“Get back in the house,” he said.
Deena turned her attention to the Asian man. She was struck by his eyes, wide and heavy-lidded. His mouth was generous, his square face softened by layers of thick black hair. He had boyish good looks and a long, lean athletic frame.
She was certain he was Japanese.
Deena turned to her brother. “Will you put that thing away?”
The two stared at each other, older sister, young brother, eyes narrowed. When he didn’t move, Deena stepped between the gun and the stranger, her eyes level with the barrel. Anthony lowered the gun with a sigh and Deena seized the opportunity to snatch it.
She turned to the stranger. “I assume that’s your car,” she said, nodding towards a sleek gray convertible parked haphazardly, a shiny nickel in a murky puddle. He nodded, his glossy black tresses falling into wide almond eyes.
“Yeah, um, about that.” He cleared his throat. “He uh, took my keys.”
Deena turned to her brother, hand extended. He dropped the keys in her palm with a sigh, a new Ferrari slipping from his grasp with reluctance.
She passed the keys to the stranger and their fingertips brushed. Something warm and foreign turned over in her and her lips parted in surprise. She thought she saw the makings of a smile in his eyes, but she dismissed it. He took the keys and thanked her. And as she watched him peel off with the top down on his sleek convertible, Deena’s pulse skittered then and long after.
Shewanda Pugh is a native of Boston’s inner city, though she now lives in sunny Miami, Florida. She has a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from Alabama A&M University and a Master’s in Writing from Nova Southeastern University. Fueled from a young age, her passion for crossing societal boundaries like race, class and culture, is the inspiration for both her cluttered bookshelf and her writing. When she’s not busy obsessing over fiction, she can be found traveling, nursing her social networking addiction or enjoying the company of loved ones.
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Hi and welcome to my blog, Jamallah Bergman. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. So tell us a little about yourself.
Q: What genre do you write and for what publisher(s)?
I mainly write Contemporary, Erotica as well as Big Women (BBW) and Interracial for Secret Cravings Publishing
Q: Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
I am happy to say that my upcoming book “If….Only You Knew” will be my first publication, which will be out in November. This particular story is very much true to my heart because what inspired this story the most for me was something that happened to me when I was a teen. Basically it tells the story of true love and how sometimes even though we might not think it, true love could be standing right next to you and you probably wouldn’t even know it.
Q: How do you build characters and their personalities and looks?
Mainly I get ideas for my characters by situations that I’ve dealt with in my life as well as talking with friends and hearing their ideas as well. Most of my characters are full figured women who either deal with many obstacles in life and eventually towards the end over come them OR they are sexy independent women who just want someone to love them for who they really are. I think a lot of women, regardless of size or race want someone to love them like that.
Q: Tell me about some of your heroes/heroines:
I think one really great heroine was my grandmother, I have to say of all the women I’ve known throughout my life, she was always the strongest woman I’ve ever met. She didn’t take any slack from anybody even though she wasn’t a big lady herself, she had a big heart and was always there for anybody and everybody in our family or a neighbor. My grandmother always taught me that have respect for yourself in everything that you do, whether its how you act or what you wear. And that is something that I’ve lived by to this day.
Q: What do you do when the muse decides to take a holiday or become really difficult? How do you try to coax them back to the drawing board?
I normally go for a walk, I get my walking clothes and my mp3 player, it helps clear my head and makes me think and hopefully if me and the muse decides on the right thing to write about, then we go for it.
Q: Do you have any specific things (or rituals) that help you to write or that inspire you?
Just my trusty laptop…..good imagination….and a cup of sweet tea.
Q: If the world was to end tomorrow, what three things would be on your bucket list?
1. Get to meet Harper Lee and have lunch 2. Spend time with my family 3. To tell someone from my past how much they meant to me
Q: Are there any authors who have influenced your work?
I honestly can’t say right now
Q: What comes first for you: Setting? Storyline? Characters?
For me, the storyline always seems to come first. Then I work in the characters and settings while thinking about the storyline.
Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as your main characters? Well for this one here, probably Matthew McConaughey or Gerard Butler as Richard and for Marley, probably Queen Latifah or Gabourey Sidibe. All are great actors and actresses in their own right.
Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?
Well I have another book that will probably be coming out next year called “The Lady of Gladstone Manor”, its kind of a twist to the “Beauty and the Beast” fable BUT I know that nothing like this has been written before by anyone.
Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Proceed with caution
Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?
I’ve also dealt with a lot in my life, physical as well as emotional, more than what most people have had to deal with and I have overcame so much and in my stories that is reflected immensely. I write about women who despite being full figured, they eventually break out of their shell and in the end, find true love.
Q: Where can we find you on the web?
Well Raine, you can go to my page: http://jamallahbergmansstoriesoflove.weebly.com/index.html where you can read my blog as well and I am also on face book at http://www.facebook.com/jamallah.bergman , you can never have too many friends nowadays.
If Only You Knew by Jamallah Bergman
Secret Cravings Publishing
Marley Rockford and Richard Collins have been friends since their days in college. Marley, now a successful romance novelist, whose books have made her famous for their full figured heroines. Even though she has always been a big woman herself, her weight has always been a constant reminder of her own insecurity even when others have never thought about it. Richard, a photographer and art gallery owner whose good looks and work has made him the talk of New York. When Richard finds someone that he thinks just might be the one he’s been waiting for, Marley sees this as a big obstacle in her life since she has harbored feelings for Richard for years but was never able to let him know how she really feels.
Can Marley overcome her fears and use her talents to finally let the one man she truly loves know how she truly feels?
Sneak Peek Excerpt:
“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight, my treat?” Andrew asked while we walked from his office to the corner market place.
“Nah, I plan to stay in tonight. My movie is coming on and I want to see it.”
“But I am treating, Marley, and you know I don’t do that often.”
I laughed at Andrew as I looked over the tomatoes, “This I know, but it’s going to rain because my knee has been acting up all day, so I’m going to make myself dinner, curl up in my pajamas, and watch a good movie.”
And that’s what I did when I finally got myself settled down that night, and like I predicted, the rain was pouring outside. I was eating a salad with the tomatoes I bought from the market place when the intercom buzzer rang through my apartment. Getting up, I pushed the button, “Yes, who it is?”
“It’s me, Richard, can I come up?”
Pushing the buzzer for a minute, I opened the door as I heard his footsteps coming up the hallway. He was soaking wet when he came to my door.
“I know you didn’t come out in this weather without an umbrella!”
“I got bored at home, so I came to surprise you. What are you doing?”
“First thing first, take your coat off and put it in the bathroom on the hanger to dry and go change clothes. You’re soaking wet, and I am not going to have you dripping all over my couch. You know the drill, mister, so move it!” I shouted as he went straight to my bathroom to change.
When he came out, he was wearing his usual baggy pants and a t-shirt he mixed up one time in my laundry and I just kept them at my place. He went into the kitchen and came back to the couch with a bag of chips and two sodas. Handing me one, I put mine on the coffee table and continued to watch my movie. That’s when he put his cold feet on mine and I shouted as he started laughing. I threw a pillow at him, starting a full-blown pillow fight. I don’t think I ever laughed so hard, it felt good to laugh like that again.
“You know, you’re a trip. What happened with your girl?” I asked point blank.
“She had some party she wanted me to go to, but I told her I was too tired, going to parties every single night and meeting all of those people, most of them are the same ones. So I just stayed home, then I got bored. I was going to call you but decided to surprise you, and well, here I am.” He smiled as he sat right next to me.
Even though he was wet from the rain, I could still smell his cologne. It was something that I gave him a long time ago, and he told me how much he loved it. The smell was not too faint but I could still smell it on his skin as I started snuggling with him. This was as far as I could go with him; we never ever seem to go any further than snuggling. Grabbing the blanket I had, I pulled it over the both of us and we snuggled deep within the warmth of the blanket and his body.
God, why can’t it be like this all the time?
I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until I found us still lying together on the couch. Looking up at his sleeping face, I had to smile at how peaceful he looked. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t take my eyes off of him at that moment. I wanted to kiss those lips just to feel them. He had kissed me dozens of times on the cheek, but I hadn’t had a real kiss since that night when we were in college.
“Alright Richard it’s your turn now, truth or dare?” Max Simmons asked as everyone else started passing around Jell-O shots.
It was our junior year in college and we were having fun at an after mid-terms party at Richard’s fraternity. Everyone started laughing and giggling as some of the guys huddled around Max to plan this dare.
“Alright, alright, you have two choices. You can either kiss Marley or drink this cup of cigarette butts, Coca Cola, and ashes,” he said, handing him the McDonalds cup filled with the concoction. I swear I never saw anyone turn so many shades of green in my life. He probably could have barfed something the cat drug up, but I never thought that he would do what he was about to do.
“But here is the catch…if you kiss Marley; you have to go into the closet over there to do it.”
He pointed towards a black door and believe me, there was no telling what lurked in the deep depths of that closet. I was afraid even to think of how much it probably smelled. That’s when he grabbed my hand and pulled me up, walking me to that closet door.
“How long do we have to be in there?” I asked Max as he opened the closet door for us.
“If it is a good kiss then it should last around 5 minutes, maybe longer if it’s really good, have fun kiddies!” he laughed and closed the door. Darkness engulfed us.
“Where is the light?” Richard asked, trying to find a switch or something.
“Just feel around, you’ll find it.”
Soon, the little light that did come into the closet was enough for us to see each other. It was an uncomfortable moment, I had to admit, and all we could do was to sit and wait. He looked at me and I saw a nervous smile.
“What do we do now?” I asked. “You know they’re going to wonder if we did it or not. You don’t have any of my lipstick smeared all over your face. If we’re going to kiss then why not just get it over with.”
He nodded and moved toward me, even though all I could see was the outline of his head in what seemed a florescent halo. Finally, I could see his eyes; God, those eyes, how they sparkled in the darkness. I kept staring as he bent over me while I sat on a trunk. I don’t know what he was thinking at that time, but I was thinking, “God I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long!”
His fingers ran lightly across my face, it felt so nice, and I wanted to let this moment linger as he moved some of my black hair from my face.
If you don’t show that you‘re enjoying this, then he won‘t know that you care so much, I kept telling myself while he cupped my chin, motioning it upwards toward his face and that sweet smile of his. It made me smile when he did. I don’t know what it was about him that always made me smile.
Maybe it’s because you’re in love with him you idiot!