Author Spotlights Ashlynne Laynne's Progeny

Good Morning I have a very special Spotlight today that I know you will enjoy. So get comfortable and join me as I introduce Ashlynne Laynne and her soon to be released The Progeny.

About Ashlynne:

Ashlynne Laynne has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves.

The infinite possibilities, for such a wickedly unique couple, intrigued her. There is no shortage of romance, steam and surprises in The Progeny. These books are for adults and contain adult sensuality and themes, but minimal profanity. She loves writing on the edge and teetering between the erotica and romance genres. She thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the damned version of Romeo and Juliet.

She’s currently working on book two of the series entitled Blood Bonds. In her spare time, Ashlynne enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. Ashlynne juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write full time one day soon.

Ashlynne lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son.

The Progeny by Ashlynne Laynne (Book One of The Progeny Series)

 Publisher: Novel Concept Publishing

 Release Date: February 15, 2012

 The Progeny Blurb

"No fate other than the one I choose." The timeless creed, and tattoo, bore by the Rousseau's- a vampire clan with the purest bloodline of any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was different, yet the same: Ascher - a half-bloodling - half-human, half vampire.

Ascher questions the purpose for his existence and which world he truly belongs to: the human world or the vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula - a prearranged union to a woman he abhors - he's at his wit's end. He knows if he calls off the sealing, the Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he cannot see eternity with a cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.

Just when he thought life was complicated enough, he meets Shauna - a beautiful, bi-racial human Wiccan - and immediately develops an unshakable attraction to her. She makes him feel alive and vital despite his origins and Ascher makes a decision that turns his immortal world upside down.

About The Progeny

 At its core, The Progeny is simply a story about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. It started as research about the Salem witch trials, some rough sketches of a special family heirloom that my guys would wear and two names—Ascher and Shauna. In the beginning, of the book, Ascher is grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence. All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus. Kidnapping, some steamy love scenes between our hero and heroine and Wiccan rage complete the plot. 

Excerpt The Progeny "R" Rated

“You’re hurting. That’s the thing about having a heart. It breaks and yearns for things.”

His eyes caught hers, love pouring from them, stunning her with their sincerity. “What does your heart yearn for, Ascher?”

He didn’t answer her.

He only held her tighter, his hands gripping her with the need to protect her from harm. She brought the warrior out of him, that fierceness he’d witnessed in his brothers but never thought he’d possess. His hold now mimicked his desire to shield her, shelter her, but mostly the overwhelming need to possess her, completely. “You’ve never been more wrong, about anything, in your life,” he murmured, his eyes sweeping hers. “This is exactly where you belong. With me, my brothers, people who care about you. I can’t tell you I know how it will all turn out, but I will tell you this. I’ll be there for you as little or as much as you need me to be. And if you want to talk about Katy, or anything else, all you have to do is talk. I’m always listening.”

Possessive arms pulled her to him, his lips aching, hungering for the touch of hers. This was what his heart yearned for. His eyes scorched her, smoldering their intentions into her. Her eyes froze, pupils fixed on his pale glare. He guided her back towards the bed, her feet stepping with his, their hearts beating eerily in sync.

She fell back against the bed, his arms directing her to the center. She continued staring, her gaze unmoving, her lips an equal participant in the passion playing out between them. Ten seconds was all he needed to undress them, leaving their bodies heated and grinding against one another.

The crimson blazed in his eyesight. He wanted her. He was ready to cement their love, to make her his.

Trepidation was a thing of the past. She knew what he was and, somehow, still wanted him. His head dropped into the pillow, concealing his blood red gaze.

A rough voice— one he’d never heard or even imagined could come from his lips—said, “I know you say this is what you want, but are you sure? I want you to be so sure about this. Once I’ve made love to you, I can’t take it back. I want you. I swear to you there is nothing else I want more. I don’t want you, if you’ll regret this tomorrow. I couldn’t live with myself if you ever regretted this.”

“I’ll never want anyone more. The sky could crash down around me and I wouldn’t care as long as your arms were the last things I felt before I died. I’m not disillusioned about what I’m doing and I can deal with the consequences of my actions. I want you, more than I want to live or breathe.”

He grazed her neck with his tongue, picking up traces of her delectable essence. His lips deluged her soft skin with careful kisses, his finger exploring her with a gentle urgency.

Her opening was tight and only allowed the tip of his finger to enter.

She moaned, her neck craning back, exposing the constant thump of her carotid.

The craving sparked in him, his fangs paining beneath his gums. He wanted another taste of her. No. You can’t bite her again. Get control of yourself.

“Do it,” she moaned.

“What?”

“If it pleases you then do it.” She brought her neck back to his mouth. “Bite me, Ascher. I want you to.”

“No.”

Her hands smoothed along his chest, his stomach… stopping before they reached his shaft. She was unsure. After his curt reaction to her exploring his body, the night before the blow up, he didn’t blame her. Now, he wanted her to touch him, feel him and discover every part of his anxious body.

His hand grabbed hers, placing it on his steel stiff shaft. Her soft hand felt good, too good, as it stroked, played with and explored every inch of him.

The fire in his throat blazed, causing his thirst and desire to ignite. He wouldn’t be able to keep control much longer.

Her lips found his neck, sucking, licking, kissing, while her hands stroked him with a steady, unchallenged rhythm. Her mouth and hands mocked his control, making him vulnerable, his body feverish with yearning.

“Do it,” she whispered, again. “I want you to.”

“Shauna,” he groaned, his face pressing in the pillow. “I shouldn’t…”

“Don’t hold back. You won’t hurt me. Bite me. Come on, Ascher. Do it.”

Insane amounts of pleasure coursed his body, bringing countless sensations—the fire… the thirst… the yearning to be inside her.

Another flick of her tongue across his neck, in just the right spot, was all it took. Fangs sprang from his gums, their intentions obvious. Orgasm bubbled up then poured from him, bringing release and taking his control.

It was too much pleasure for his body to hold. He finally experienced the implausible feeling of an orgasm given to him by the woman he loved.

It was a first for him.

His mouth found her neck, searching for the spot, the precise place that the flow was heaviest. He found it and sank his fangs into her. A deep and satisfied moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled in her head.

His finger continued to manipulate her. The warm, delicious blood, flooding his mouth, quenched his thirst but fueled his hunger for her body. He was drowning, deluged by pleasure, his arms filling with her exquisite figure.

This feeling was like none he’d ever experienced. Her body bucked against his fingers but the tightness remained insistent in preserving her virginity. Her breathing was shallow, hurried, the moans deepening in intensity.

This time, it was easier to disengage his fangs.

Pressing against her virgin barrier made him stiffen. She was so wet. The orgasm did nothing to quell his desire for her. He wanted more. He had so much more to give. He’d give her as much as she needed.

He engaged her in a deeper kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, stroking her tongue with his. It was the first time he’d kissed her this way. Her response was immediate, her hold drawing him closer.

Demanding arms lifted her hips up to him, preparing for their first time. Tingles joined the burn coursing his body. His mouth swept her neck, his tongue sliding along her carotid, the sensations relaxing her rigid body.

He froze.

“What’s wrong?” she questioned without opening her eyes. “Why are you stopping? Don’t stop. You can’t stop. We’re so close.”

A hurried knock came on his door. The banging threw him into full panic mode.

He tensed.

She startled.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure.” He pulled the sheet around her. “Cover yourself.”

The door flew open as Quinn flitted into the room, his face horrified and his eyes half-red, half-pale blue.

“Ascher, you have to come quick. It’s Tristan. He’s taken a turn for the worse.”

“Dammit!” The profanity spewed through clenched teeth.

He cursed more as he grabbed his clothing and flew out of the room with his brother.

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