Author Spotlights Siobhan Muir

                                           Debut Author from Evernight Publishing!

Today is a very exciting one for me. It's not everyday I get to introduce a brand new talent and when that talent is from Evernight Publishing that just puts the proverbial cherry on top of my hot fudge sunde.

So get your coffee friends and get ready for a great treat as I introduce Siobhan Muir to my blog. I know you will love her as much as I do.

Coming in March from Evernight Publishing!

 Bridget Shanahan doesn't believe in vampires or werewolves, but that doesn't stop one from kidnapping her.

BRIDGETSHANAHAN’S life seems bleak and boring until she gets mugged and abductedfrom her favorite coffee shop by thesexiest man she’s ever met. Unfortunately, he’s a lunatic who believes he’ssome kind of vampire savior surrounded by a security force of werewolves andhe’s determined to keep her.
FREDRICKMACGREGOR hasbeen having visions of this woman in danger for the last six months, a woman hemust protect because she’s the Avatar of the Goddess. However, when he bringsher home, she doesn’t believe he's a vampire or that she is the Avatar, and shedefinitely doesn't want to stay. But the sense of danger persists and he'll doanything to keep her safe, even if it means risking the loss of the only womanwho makes his endless life bearable again.

EXCERPT:

Bridget immediately recognized the handsome man from Snickerdoodles and her heart fluttered with excitement. He was here in her bedroom. Wait, what was he doing in her bedroom? Her eyes snapped to the bedspread again. This wasn’t her bedroom!

            “Where am I?” she asked as she struggled to sit up, but aborted the effort when pain shot through her side.

“Just rest for now. You aren’t ready yet.” His familiar voice settled some of her uncertainty and fright.

            “Why do I hurt? What’s wrong with me?”

The pain felt like she’d literally been hit by a baseball bat beneath her ribs on the left side. What was wrong with her? She hadn’t felt this bad, even after the British had come to the farm in her dream. She slid her hand down to test her injury, but she couldn’t feel anything.

            “Do you remember me, Bridget? I met you at Snickerdoodles.”

            Oh, she remembered, all right. She remembered the scent of his skin and the warmth of his body beside her. At least, she thought she did. He’d wrapped his cloak around her, hadn’t he?

            She closed her eyes and shook her head to clear the cobwebs of mixed memories.

            “I returned your book and tried to hail a cab for you. Do you remember that?”

            No. Wait. Yes, she remembered the terrible kidnapping scene in the book and how she’d left it on the table in the coffee shop. Her memories played out in a reel until it ended with red eyes and searing pain.

            Bridget’s eyes flew open and she stared at her companion with dawning unease. His expression filled with concern and compassion, his eyes a deep chocolate brown. No sign of red anywhere. They weren’t even bloodshot.

            “You’re Fredrick MacGregor.”

            “That’s right.” A smile flitted over his lips.

            “And you smell like spiced apples and vanilla.”

            His black eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, one tendril falling across an eye. It looked soft and smooth and she wanted to push it behind his ear for him, but his smug look banished any tender feelings that might have developed.

            “You were stabbed in the side and I brought you to my home here in Gloucester to take care of you.”

            Stabbed? She’d been stabbed? Gasping, she wrenched the bedclothes away from her body and scanned the skin of her belly. The bruised pain she felt directed her eyes to her left side but there was nothing there, not even discoloration. If she’d been stabbed, where was the scar, the scab?

Is he just teasing me? What kind of a jerk does that? Then the rest of his words sank in.

            “Gloucester?”

            “Yes. It was the safest place I could think to take you.”

            Bridget narrowed her eyes as she raised her gaze to meet his again, her hands still holding the bedclothes up.

            Safe for whom, you chocolate-eyed kidnapper?

“Normally you take injured people, like those with stab wounds, to the hospital. Or at least call the paramedics.” What was she doing in Gloucester in a richly decorated bedroom? Was it his bedroom?

There are worse places to be, a traitorous voice remarked.

“There was no time and I knew I could care for you as well or better than any hospital,” Fredrick replied to her unasked questions.

Riiiiggghhhtt, that’s what all the sociopaths say to their victims.

            “I have to go,” she croaked out as she tried to sit up again. She’d make it home come hell or high water. Goosebumps zinged along her leg when it appeared out of the covers.

“Whoa!” She jerked her legs back under the bedclothes and stared incredulously at the man sitting next to her on the bed. “Where are my clothes?”

            “I haven’t had time to get any from your apartment,” he explained, his eyes never dropping from hers. “I’ll send someone presently.”

            She raised her eyebrows. “Presently? Who uses words like ‘presently’? And how do you know where I live–” She groaned, frowning. “You looked in my wallet from my coat.”

            “That seemed to be the most logical place to look for your name and home address.”

            “That’s just great. A perfect ending to a perfect day,” she growled, slumping back in the bed. “Stabbed, kidnapped, and naked in a stranger’s bed. It just doesn’t get much worse.”

            “Except, perhaps, being kidnapped by a vampire with a house full of werewolves,” he suggested, a half-smile curling his kissable lips.

            She snorted. “Thank God there’s no such thing as vampires or werewolves.”

            He stilled as if the life within him bled away, leaving nothing but a quiet, waxen shell, and his face lost the humor in it. Unease crept through her as she stared hard at him, clutching the covers so tightly her knuckles turned white. The scent of spiced apples shifted to a dirt smell, like moist earth or the desert after the rain, and her stomach cramped with visceral fear.

Do you do anything to get you into the zone to write?

Nothing really specific, except make sure the kids are occupied so I have some time to think. ;)

 Which authors inspire you and your writing?

There are so many. I first started writing because of Anne McCaffrey and Mercedes Lackey. I loved the fantasy of dragons and talking horses. But as my tastes became refined, I found Elizabeth Kerner (Fantasy), Suzanne Brockmann (Romantic Suspense), and Monica McCarty (Historical).

What is your favorite book, character and why?

The one book I re-read is The Deed of Paksenarrion by Elizabeth Moon. Paksenarrion starts out as a sheepherder’s daughter who doesn’t want to get married and progresses into a knight of the gods, essentially. I loved how the trials she experienced pushed and stretched her into the spiritual connection she found at the end, all through everyday life events. The story really resonated to me.

Do you prefer to write erotic or sweet?

Oh, Erotic, definitely. I want to tell my readers what’s really going on! ;)

Which famous person, living or dead, are you drawn to?

The philosopher James Arthur Ray. I love his line “When would now be the right time for change?” The line really puts it into perspective for me. Change only happens when I decide now is the time.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Multipublished in Las Vegas. :D I see my name on Kindles, Nooks, and iPads all over the country. I want to be a household name like Lora Leigh, Larissa Ione, Gena Showalter, and Jennifer Ashley.

Finish this sentence: I know I’ve made it when_______________.

Ironically, I already feel like I’ve made it. It doesn’t show in obvious ways, but I’m already successful as a writer and my career is only improving. I think my family might look at it as when they can hold one of my books in their hands, though. :)

What advice would you give aspiring writers?

The tagline on the bottom of my blog: “If you want to be a writer, don’t think about writing or talk about writing. WRITE! And never give up on the stories.” I also like to say “Never give up; never surrender.” Writing is tough. It’s the only profession that requires you to have produced a product before you get hired. But if you never give up, you’ll get your stories out there and get published.

What do you see yourself writing in the future?

I’m a huge fan of romance and science fiction/fantasy. I will continue to write paranormal romance and fantasy with romantic elements because I love magic in my stories.

If you could have one superpower what would it be and why?

It would be the power to manipulate energy like the Green Lantern. I could fly anywhere I wanted to go and make my own personal dragon. ;)

What time of the day are you at your best to write?

The best time for me to write is in the morning. I’m focused and energized and usually full of ideas from the dreams I’ve had the night before. :)

And now for something completely different…

What do you look at first with an attractive man or woman, face, body or smile?

The overall proportions of the body – do all those beautiful attributes fit together well? Then I take in the face and smile.

Explain your perfect day.

It depends on my mood. Some days I love the rain slanting down. Makes me want to sit and write, read, and drink coffee. Other days, I want the sunshine to light up my mood. I love hiking in tropical jungles and alpine forests, and my mood reflects those disparate climates. Any day I get a lot of writing done is an awesome day. :)

What is the most decadent desert you can’t say no to?

Ha ha, Chocolate Decadence, a dense, rich, chocolate mousse cake.

Do you have a favorite holiday what is it and what makes it special to you?

I like Christmas time, not the religious aspects of it, but the giving and the friendly connections you can make with everyone, including strangers, at that time of year. Family and friends are important to me and it’s a good time to express gratitude to them for being in my life.

What key words describe you best?

Gregarious, Enthusiastic, Determined, Direct

Thanks for having me, Shannan.

January Release's from Evernight Publishing

Comming Jan 6th from Evernight Publishing

BLURB:

Lucas Manning, Sr. is married to Winnie, Roy Grayson's mother. Trouble ensues from the moment authorities arrest her son for stalking and terrorizing Lucas' daughter-in-law. Winnie feels guilty and withdraws from the Manning family. Suddenly a threatening phone call disturbs their lives even more as Winnie becomes a target. Can Lucas convince her of her worthiness and save their marriage? Or will danger and loyalty to her son drive a further wedge between them?

EXCERPT:

The warm water sluiced over their hot bodies in a rushing stream as they stood entwined in the tiny stall. Her kisses tasted like chocolate mint from the candy bars they’d snacked on earlier.

She poured a liberal amount of his shower gel into her palm. “Turn around.”

He did as requested, and she dutifully soaped his back. As her hands moved to soap his chest, she rubbed her breasts against him, and he shivered in response to the sensations rioting through his body. When her hands reached to soap his cock, he gasped, taking in a mouthful of water, which he promptly spewed out.

“Lady, you sure are full of surprises,” he said as he turned to face her, rinsing off under the spray before turning the taps off. He grabbed a towel and dried her body, his ministrations causing exquisite little moans to escape her lips. Quickly drying himself, he tossed the towel aside and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Side-by-side, they walked through to the bedroom where he could make love to her in comfort. He loved this woman. He’d shown her every day in every way he could, but the words themselves didn’t come easy, not since his first wife died and took a piece of his heart with her.

As they lay down, he cuddled close and worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, old memories pushed to the farthest recesses of his mind.

Her breasts spilled from his hands as he massaged their silky softness. “So damned soft. I could play with them all night long.”

She clutched his head urging him forward to taste her rosy buds. “Be my guest.”

He laved a tongue over a nipple, teasing before pulling it into his mouth, his hand pinching the other one. Her soft murmur of delight spurred him on. He let go of her breast, with a light bite, trailing kisses down over her abdomen to reach the honeyed prize nested in reddish curls. Her legs spread for him, the most feminine part of her open and waiting for his attention.

                                                                                                                                                                                   

Coming January 12th from Evernight Publishing!

      BLURB:

When firefighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighbourhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun.

Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch.

When secrets spill and disaster strikes,can their passion turn into love?

EXCERPT:

Kitty’s heart beat a strange staccato against her breastbone. What had possessed her to slip back into her school girl outfit, she would never know. Yet here she was, dressed like some third-rate hooker, about to embark on a one night stand. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she knocked on the door of Alex’s hotel room. All was quiet on the other side, and she was just about to turn round when the door opened; and Kitty’s greeting stuck in her throat

Dressed in nothing but low riding jeans, Alex smiled at her, and she hastily wrenched her eyes upwards from the incredible abs on display. Covered with a light dusting of chest hair that trailed down to his jeans, they would give any model a run for his money, and Kitty swallowed. Dressed he was bad enough, but like this he was breathtaking, and judging by that lazy smile he knew it, too.

“Room service around here just keeps on getting better.” Alex’s husky voice raised goose bumps on her exposed skin. “Coming in?”

He hooked one finger under her chin and tugged the end of her shirt tails with the other hand, forcing her to take a step toward him.

“I-I shouldn’t be here, really. I’m not sure why I’m even here.” Kitty mumbled the words, and heat spread into her cheeks.

Alex merely smiled and pulled her closer still. “Liar, we both know why you’re here. Question is, my naughty little girl, will you step through the door and expand your curriculum?” Alex’s heated whispers against her ear sent her heart into overdrive, and she lent into his warmth.  His clean, male scent wrapped itself round her senses, and her stomach flip-flopped in delicious anticipation. It had been so long since any man had held her. That had to be the reason for her immediate reaction to this man.

“Well, Sir, that all depends what you have in mind, because I have been very naughty.”

Alex went very still at her breathy statement, and Kitty bit her lip. Has she read this wrong? Was he not up for a little role-play? She hesitantly raised her eyes to his face to read his expression, and the heat in his gaze scorched her skin.

“So, I’ve heard. Come here, and take your punishment.” His deep voice had dropped several octaves, and he grabbed her by the wrist and spun her into the room. The door clicked shut, the sound loud in the quiet room, and before she could even blink, he had her pinned against the wall. One jeans clad thigh spread her legs wide, and he raised her hands high above her head, whilst his other hand blazed a trail of heat along her exposed tummy. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, and she opened to his quiet demand automatically. His tongue found hers in an erotic dance that left her jelly-legged, breathless, and grateful for his big body holding her up against the wall.

He groaned his approval when she kissed him back, and he deepened the kiss, his fingers slowly slipping south, until they dipped under the elastic of her thong.

“My, you are a naughty girl. What have we here?”

He chuckled into her neck, and Kitty gasped when he thrust one finger into her wet core.

“So wet already, and we’ve only just started.” He flicked her clitoris once, and the slight pain caused a renewed burst of moisture to coat his fingers as he inserted another finger into her and found her g-spot. Kitty moaned into his shoulder as sensations built deep inside her core, and he licked himself down the column of her throat towards her breast. She screamed when he bit one nipple through the shirt and bra and thrust her hips at him, desperate to reach the release his talented fingers were driving her toward.

“Not so fast. You’re being punished, remember.”

Alex smiled and withdrew his fingers.  He licked each digit in turn, murmuring his approval and then stepped back, his heated gaze roaming over her body. Kitty clenched her thighs together in a vain effort to relieve the hot ache in her pussy.

“Spread your legs, naughty girl.” Alex growled the demand, and Kitty’s eyes widened at the steely determination she saw in his face. “You will not come until I give you permission. Do you hear me?”

“Yes.”  Good God, does that porn star voice really belong to me?

Alex’s eyes narrowed, and Kitty automatically dropped her gaze. She licked her lips, seeing the huge erection straining the flies of his jeans. Oh my. He was clearly as turned on as she by their little game. But how far would he take this? And did she trust him enough to find out?

“Yes, what?” His deep voice held an edge of steel, and she bit back her moan. That voice alone would send her over the edge. Who’d have thought a little role-play could be so erotic?

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now strip – slowly.”

Alex’s voice brooked no argument, and Kitty hastened to comply. She fumbled with the tails of her blouse until Alex stepped forward and ripped the thing clean off her.

“Not that slowly.”

His eyes wicked, he unhooked her bra and sent that, too, flying. He whistled his approval as her breasts fell free. He cupped each mound in turn, and spun her around and toward the double bed, which took up one side of the hotel room. The slap on her ass took her by surprise, and she yelped. He soothed the sting with his large hand massaging her ass cheeks, and he chuckled into her neck.

His fingers once again dipped into her wet folds, and she froze when he inserted one digit, slick with her juices, into her anus.  Heaven help her, that felt way too good. Heat spread across her skin, and Alex bit into her earlobe, as his fingers continued their erotic dance in and out of her forbidden passage, and her body betrayed her arousal by a renewed gush of moisture between her legs.

“That’s my naughty girl.” Alex’s erratic breathing into her neck pitched her own arousal sky high, and she put up no resistance when he urged her onto the bed, his naked, warm, torso heating her back.

“Get on all fours for me.”

BLURB:

Liz Triest just moved into a row house in an historic neighborhood of Albany, New York.  After a break up with her fiancé of seven years, she is determined to make a fresh start, and most of all, never to fall in love again.  But, even Liz’s self-protecting walls built from a broken heart are not strong enough to withstand the unrelenting force of the beautiful, mysterious, and supernatural Isaac Ainsley.

Danielle E. Gauwain leads us through a sensuous tale of love, obsession, and the struggle between fate and free will.  A must read!

EXCERPT:

The usual hunt was on.  He needed to sustain his existence.  He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to travel over the trees and wind through the unsuspecting neighborhoods, until his body sensed what he was looking for. 

            He opened his brilliant blue eyes to see where his instinct had brought him that evening.  When he saw what lay before him, he smiled at the irony.  He stood before the familiar white stone steps that he visited earlier in the night, the same white stone steps that his instinct had brought him to night after night.

            He stared at the open window above, and could hear her rhythmic breathing.  He envisioned her naked body, covered only by a simple white sheet.  His pulse quickened as he closed his eyes and began calling.

            “Elizabeth.... Elizabeth, come to me.”

            She stirred and mumbled inaudibly.  Then, nothing. 

            “Elizabeth, why do you keep me waiting? Come to me at once.”  His voice floated on the night breeze and swirled through her open window.  He tried to caress her with his words. 

            “Elizabeth, let me in.” Her eyelids fluttered.  He waited in anticipation.  Then, nothing.

             He was intrigued, as she was the first woman that had ever been able to resist him.  She slipped through his grasp night after night, as if she had walls that were too high to climb.  His instinct centered him, telling him it was too soon.  He would be back.  He would be back when the moon rose.  He would bring her walls down.  He would have her.   

 You can purchase these book and so many more at Evernight Publishing

Pick Me Up Monday

Happy Monday Everyone!

I thought I would start the week of on the right note with this yummy pick. Boy, he sure could work on my car any old time he wanted. I would even be tempted to break something just to watch him work on my car! I know bad me, Lol!
Sometime being a little bad is so very, very good don't you agree?

I am thrilled to announce the winner of Last Weeks Author Spotlights. Lynn won a PDF copy of Cassadega Moon. Thank you all for participating. R.M. Loved all your wonderful comments and had a very difficult time picking. We ended up using a program random number to pick the winner.

 Other news...

I hope everyone had a wonderful week and are sticking to those resolutions you made for the New Year. If not, there is always next year right? Getting back in the swing of things on the first week of 2012 was not so bad.  The usual stress on my day job but nothing new there. Oh, yeah I'm back to juggling a full time day job and writing at every night and weekends. I am also the President of my local Romance Writers of America chapter so there is a lot of demands on my time with this also. I do have to give kudos though to my awesome members of the board who have been an awesome help taking on a lot of responsibilities and standing so strong behind me. I am a very luck lady.

In other news I have sent the first rounds of edits back to my editor and waiting for the second round to begin. While waiting I am working on finishing my second novella for Extasy Books in the Knights of Excalibur. I also am working on the third book in the Dark Breed series. This is Zeke's book.
On top of all of this, I still am working off and on on The Summoning which deals with angels, demons, Gods and all beings supernatural. I also have an intriguing book I'm writing dealing with witches and Magi's. Right now it is untitled, but I hope to be shopping it to agents buy the end of this year.

I have smaller projects on my plate as well, doing my best to keep you happily reading something from me every few months. Tall order sometimes with a full time day job, but I am giving it my very best shot.

Well enough chatting it back to work for me. Have an awesome week and next week I'll be talking about the many contest's and interviews I'll be giving so you can be the first to read Passion's flight when it comes out in February.

Happy reading friends.

Author Spotlight Presents R.M.Sotera Journey into Cassadega Moon

R.M. Sotera and the journey into Cassadaga Moon

I would like to take this opportunity to thank Shannan Albright for spotlighting me once again. You’re probably wondering why I’m a guest again so soon after my last spotlight, well, it’s mainly to discuss the road to publication for my novel:

 Cassadaga Moon.

How did this book come about:  I go through many different processes when I sit down to write, however, with Cassadaga Moon, I literally stepped into the world of ‘real vampires’, aka, sang and psy.  I began to research the lifestyle or as some say subculture seven years ago.  I was preparing to write my first romance novel, and wanted something different.  I needed a great hook.  I’d always heard about people, who’d believed they were vampiric, however, I thought it was a hoax that is until I started doing my research. I read every book I could get my hands on, specifically those written by Arlene Russo and Katherine Ramsland.  Then I started sniffing around online. The vampire community, specifically the Atlanta Vampire Alliance, helped me in understanding the subculture through several different interviews.  And then I was lucky enough to meet-up with a few sang vampires in the Las Vegas area who helped my understanding even further.  They are a very private group, which is totally understandable, so I let them choose the times and places of our meetings.

 So, I took what I knew about the subculture and decided that I wanted to push the envelope further by bringing the fetish of bloodplay into my story.  I learned through my research that there is a fine line between the two, and that many people confuse vampirism with bloodplay.  They are not the same.  However, many people who are vampires delve into that fetish on occasion.

However, for my story, I wanted my hero to like bloodplay too.  I wanted to up the ante as much as possible.  So with a storyline that encompassed a good Catholic girl and a real vampire with a much darker side, I wrote the book.  After several re-writes I felt it was finished and I was ready to find an agent.  Not so easy.

Stop the press.  I mean I knew that the subject matter of this book was dark, however, I didn’t realize how dark until the rejection letters began to pile up in my office.  And most of them said the same thing, that the material was to dark, to the point I would most likely scare readers.  But, I kept pushing because the story wasn’t about the vampirism (that just happened to be a really kick-ass conflict) it was about the love between a jaded and broken man with a different belief system and a Catholic girl.

So, 350 rejection letters later, Siren Publishing picked up Cassadaga Moon.  They felt the story was intriguing and very unique, and thus they took a chance on the book and my story came to fruition.

In closing I would like to say:  If you have a story that you truly believe in, don’t stop until it finds a home.  How many well-known authors have been rejected on stories that have turned out to be best-selling books?  Do the research, you will find out that there are a ton of authors out there who just kept believing in their stories and pushing forward.

Peace and Love your way. Keep on reading and writing.  Leave me a comment and I’ll reply.

RM Sotera J

Cassadaga Moon Blurb:

In the quaint town of Cassadaga, Florida, life isn’t quite what it seems. For the strictly raised Catholic Mia Christini, life is nothing like it seems. There are only three things Mia is sure of—her best friend Cindi might just be crazy, her boss is losing control, and morals are overrated.
Weary of existing by a moral compass, she is ready and waiting for a one-night stand. She’s twentysomething, and it’s about time. When Jordan De L’croix sets his sights on her, she finds out that her integrity isn’t the only thing she needs to worry about, especially from a man who gets, or takes, what he wants with ease.
And what he craves isn’t just her virginity. He craves her blood, redemption, and true love.
Note: Hero and heroine involved in acts of vampirism.
Excerpt:

 

Carefully he touched her knee then spread her legs. The cool breeze kissed her thighs. Her legs quivered. Lying spread-eagle, his eyes danced over her body. He didn’t need to say anything, his face said it all. Again, he had a way of making her feel uninhibited, sexy, and alive.

His cock jutted forward. In all his naked glory, beautiful didn’t describe him. “You’re staring at me,” he whispered.

More to the point, she was staring at the size of his cock. Now that the time had come for sex, it looked a lot bigger than she remembered.

“Sorry. I…”

“Do you want me, Mia?”

She nodded and pushed against her restraints. The things were tight.

Standing in front of the swing, he pushed her body upward, securely holding her weight against his chest. “Say it then.”

“I want you,” she admitted, but so low she wasn’t sure she actually said the words.

He chuckled and covered her lips with his. Deepening the kiss, he slid his hand inside the wetness between her legs. “I know you want me, darlin’. I can see it in your face, feel it between your legs. But I want to hear you say what you want me to do to you. So I can make sure I’m doing everything.”

With his hand lodged between her legs, he massaged his fingers in and out.

His touch ignited every nerve in her body. A gentle sway of his hand sent her body into overdrive, and she started to grind against his hand. “I want you to do everything to me.”

So when the cut to her thigh came, there was only time for screams of pleasure.

His body shifted, and he bent to his knees. With one hand he pushed the swing, with the other his fingers went deeper into her pussy. His mouth devoured the cut, and the more she arched her back, the faster his tongue licked the salty, thick, ruby-red liquid. Time halted. The moment she thought she couldn’t take anymore, that she was completely spent, her body exploded into one orgasm after another.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, pushing against the restraints. Wanting desperately to wrap her arms around him.

Removing his sheathed finger, he lifted his head. “Oh, sweet girl, God has nothing to do with it. It’s all me.” A chuckle crept from his lips as he redeposited his finger into the moistness.

Her muscles contracted. “Wait—I don’t think I can take anymore,” she murmured. Again she tried in vain to push away against the restraints, even lifting her shoulders.

An unexpected measure of wildness moved over his features. “I don’t think you are going to undo those ties, sweet thing.”

She recognized the ragged heat in his gaze, the sweet pull of his primal desire. Without hesitation, Mia domed her body, asking for more.

With his tongue, he opened back up the small cut, sucking hard. Then he licked at the wound.

Please don’t stop…never stop. If this is wrong, I’m ready to go to hell now. If loving you is wrong…I will suffer any consequences.

This time when she came close to orgasm, he released his mouth from her thigh, locking his gaze on her as she came in his hand. After the last jolt of ecstasy pummeled her body, he put his fingers to his mouth and licked clean the remnants of her juice. “You are an incredible woman, and I love you.”

Overwhelmed with passion, she studied his flawless features and her heart did handsprings in her chest. “I love you, too, so much. You are forever…my man.”

Wanting to freeze-frame the moment forever in time, she took an imaginary picture, sealing it next to her heart.

“I want to make love to you, woman. I want to hear you talk dirty to me. Right now.”

The time had come. The deed would be done. Oh boy, now his penis looked like it was a missile. “Wait,” she whispered. “Wait…What do you mean talk dirty to you?”

Two strong hands cupped her legs. “No. Not this time. Relax, darlin’, I won’t hurt you.” His voice was no longer soft and gentle but sparked with need and a small amount of frustration. “No worries, I’ll teach you dirty talk.”

Oh god, she felt if he touched her she would incinerate into millions of pieces. This was it, her final moment of Catholic virginity. Relax, Mia, he won’t hurt you…he’s even going to teach you to talk dirty. In all reality, she knew what talking dirty was about, she just wasn’t sure she could do it.

A calming sensation moved through her body as he mounted her and slid his cock halfway in. Her legs tensed, she couldn’t help it.

“Relax. One more push and I’ll be deep inside you.”

Naked desire warmed her, and she did as she was told, relaxed. He slid himself deeper into her, and she moaned. “You feel so good,” she whimpered. And he did feel awesome, she couldn’t lie. Yes, it was a tad painful but not as much as she envisioned it would hurt.

Slowly he rocked his body against hers. The movement glided the swing back and forth. Her body prepared to explode again as her muscles tensed and the orgasm grew closer. A small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. You feel so good.

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Tuesday Tidbits

Welcome to a wonderful New Year! Over the New Years I opened my blog up to some extraordinary talent. Please take a moment to read the blurbs of these great books. I think you will find some new favorite authors to start your new years with. This was so successful that I will most likely be doing it again in the near future. I will let you know when it comes around so you can be prepared to read all the blurbs that will be left. While everyone is making their resolutions, starting that diet or just thinking about being more healthy. I just hope to keep my head above water while I complete all those books I started in 2011. I am finishing the first round of edits for Passion's Flight and hope to have them in by Friday. Whew! Then it's back to pounding the keyboards to get out Colin's story in the Knights of Excalibur. I also have a rough started on Zeke's story which is next in the Dark Breeds Series and I also have other stories in various stages of completion. If things go well I will have a banner year for books out for publication. 

It's been a crazy holiday season for me but I survived and am ready to meet all the challenges for a wonderful new year. I wish all of you a successful start to 2012 and we will talk again next week when I  once again start up Pick Me Up Mondays.

Until then have a fantastic week