Thursday, October 28, 2010

*** YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION *** by Harris Channing


Harris Channing’s new release is an erotic, May-December romance. If you enjoy your stories with a bit of suspense you’ll love this one. Harris is sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!


Be very careful what you wish for...

Thirty-something kindergarten teacher Lindy Whittaker has decided it’s time to marry and start a family. Steven Hamilton, a successful businessman, seems to be "Mr. Right."

But when Michael "Mac" MacIntyre, her former lover, who happens to be ten years her junior, comes to town, will he ruin all of Lindy’s well-laid plans? Will she find love in stability or in passion? And will the choice she makes lead her into blissful happiness or terrifying danger?


“When’s the last time you went on a real vacation?” His gaze was so intense her body stilled, but her heart raced.

She tilted her head and bit her lower lip. “When I met you.”

“Hmmm.” He grinned and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. So close, she could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. “Maybe we should consider revisiting the Gulf of Mexico. I have some free time, what do you say?”

She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or annoyed. It was so easy for him to come in here and whisk her away. Well, she had obligations. She couldn’t just abandon her job, her boyfriend. “I say you’re crazy. You think you can sweep in here and make yourself comfortable in the middle of my life?”

He stood, towering over her, his hand gentle as he lifted a strand of her hair between his fingertips. “I am a little crazy.” She looked up at him, handsome in the light from the ceiling fan. “And I’ve been given a second chance, Ms. Lindy Whittaker. I intend to make full use of it.”

“Don’t be silly, Mac. I’m too old for you. You need someone more like Pam Smith. She’s closer to your age.”

“Fuck that,” he replied. “Something else you need to know about me. When I see something I want, I’m more than willing to work for it. Fight for it if necessary.” He bent over and leaned in, brushing a kiss across her lips. And she let him. She closed her eyes, the sensation of his touch making her tingle all over. “Now, am I going to spend the next week searching for a

“Something else you need to know about me. When I see something I want, I’m more than willing to work for it. Fight for it if necessary.” He bent over and leaned in, brushing a kiss across her lips. And she let him. She closed her eyes, the sensation of his touch making her tingle all over. “Now, am I going to spend the next week searching for a place to live, or are you and I going to pick up where we left off?”

Her eyes popped open. “You’re that sure of yourself?” she asked, lowering her legs to the floor, her gaze never leaving his face. “That just because you say what you think a woman wants to hear, she’ll melt at your feet?”

“No, I’m not playing games,” he stated, his arms across his chest. “I want you. I’m not afraid to tell you. If you want me to go, say the word. But honestly, Lindy, do you think you can deny the magic between us?”

“Mac.” She sighed, her resistance fading. “There are ten years between us. When I’m in my mid-sixties, you’ll be cutting your teeth on middle age. That doesn’t bother you in the slightest?”

“No, but it sure as hell seems to bother you,” he replied. “I think I’m old enough to know when I’m attracted to someone.” He chuckled. “When I look at you, I don’t see age, I see someone who made me the happiest man in the world.”

Against her will, her heart sang at the words. “You were young,” she said, and rose to her feet. “That was just sex.”

“You truly believe that’s all it was?”

She forced herself to nod.

“It wasn’t just sex for me.”

“And I told you, I’m in a relationship.”

His mouth tightened, and his eyes narrowed. “He ask you to marry him?”

“That’s not the point,” she replied, her hands on her hips. “I’m not available.”

He bent forward, his gaze intense as he explored her face. “You in love with him?”

She raised her chin and looked away, refusing to meet his stare. “That is none of your business.”

“Sounds like you’re not all that unavailable.”

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

** TOMORROW CRIES ** A New Release by Debora Ryan

It's release day and Debora Ryan is sharing a new excerpt from her paranorml romance.

Rhiannon’s best friend is dead. Her dreams for the future are shattered, and the love of her life is forced to abandon her to keep her safe. Losing everything was only the beginning.

For more than two hundred years, Lucien has waited for his soul mate. Though he’s now found Rhiannon, they cannot be together until Lucrezia is no longer a threat. It’s his job to keep the evil queen occupied while Rhiannon is trained to defend herself against a woman twice as powerful and full of malice.

Forced to be apart, they are joined by a potent bond that allows them to be together in dreams and memories. Pawns in a plan far more deadly than either realizes, Rhiannon and Lucien must risk everything in order to be together.

Tavin was waiting in her suite. She found him lounging on her sofa, leafing through a celebrity gossip magazine. His carefully disheveled hair fell over one blue-grey eye. He’d told her once that if he left it alone, it would grow to fall past his shoulders. She was tempted to ask him to let it go, just so she could see what it looked like, but she didn’t want him to think she was trying to get him to look more like Lucien.

He dropped the magazine and sat forward as she entered, his eyes wide with concern. “How was your ride?”

“Good.” She should have been happier to see him, yet disappointment stabbed tiny pricks through her torso. He wasn’t the man whose arms she craved. With a lazy gesture, she indicated the bathroom. “I’m going to shower the smell of horse away.”

Standing, Tavin shoved his hands into the pockets of his loose jeans and flashed his most charming smile. “Want some company?”

She wanted to want his company. Regretfully, she shook her head and hid the cringe at the flash of hurt and disappointment that washed over his face.

He nodded once in a false show of understanding. Coming close, he brushed a kiss along the line of her jaw. “If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

Rhiannon watched the door close behind him and blinked back the tears pricking at the back of her eyes. He deserved so much more than a woman who was hopelessly in love with someone else.

She fought with the miasma of depression, convincing herself Lucien was to blame and that anger and resentment were much more productive emotions. Setting the water temperature as hot as it would go, she stepped under the spray with the hope it could burn away her guilt.

It didn’t work.

After crawling beneath her covers, she tossed and turned and pushed away Lucien’s attempts to contact her. In the late afternoon, she made the trek across the hall to Tavin’s suite. Being alone wasn’t working out. Using her stealth was easy with Tavin because he didn’t usually breathe while he slept. As long as she was quiet, he would never know she was there.

Sliding beneath the covers Tavin eschewed, she promptly fell asleep. Because they had no body heat, covers served no purpose. Tavin was used to sleeping without a cocoon of sheets, but Rhiannon slept better wrapped up.

Lucien promptly invaded her dream. Or rather, she tumbled into his.

He sat on a low, white stone bench near a cobblestone walkway. On the other side of the path, moonlight scattered across the choppy waves. The air was heavy with salt and the scents of the sea.

The setting confused Rhiannon momentarily. Any other time she entered his dream, or he entered hers, they floated in a dark sea of nothingness.

“How did you do this?”

Standing, Lucien presented her with a single red rose. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Rhiannon stared at the rose. The petals were flawless and bright. Thorns glistened. Even if she’d never read a fairy tale in her life, she knew better than to reach for it. She repeated her question.

Lucien’s eyes swept the bay before resettling on her. “I have no idea. I’ve been waiting for hours, but none of this appeared until a few minutes ago. This is one of my favorite places to be. I used to sit here for hours, wishing to once again watch the sun set over the water. Like you, its beauty is incomparable.”

She regarded him suspiciously. “This feels like a date.” A dream date. The heartrending irony didn’t escape her notice.

He smiled. “Perhaps you should take the flower.”

In this dream, his hair was once again long, the straight tresses flowing to the collar of his white silk shirt. He wore jeans. The shirt was neatly tucked in at the waist, and it was open at the collar. Moonlight glinted from the thin silver necklace Niccolo had given him all those years ago.

He noticed Rhiannon checking him out. “I dressed up for you. I wasn’t sure if you liked the shorter hair or not.”

She looked down, uncertain as to what her mind had chosen for her to wear. It was a white sundress with purple posies blowing above the lace at the hem. She didn’t recognize it.

“I saw it online. I thought it would look good on you.” He took a step closer. “I was right.”

Backing up a step, Rhiannon raised a hand to halt his forward progress. “I don’t understand what you’re doing.”

Again, he held out the rose. “Moonlit water, a nice night, a red rose, and a beautiful woman. It’s a date.”

“I didn’t agree to this.”

“You sought me last night.” He took a step. “This is a more convenient time. I don’t have a special forces team in the midst of a training exercise waiting for me.” Another step closer. “I can give you my undivided attention.”

He was inches away. The delicious aroma of his blood, whose flavor she craved above all others, wafted to her. She stumbled backward, needing to remove the temptation. She blurted out the only thing that came to mind. “I’m asleep in Tavin’s bed.”

Her words had the same effect as icy water. He dropped the rose. The soft smile vanished. The melted chocolate of his eyes turned black with fury. “He doesn’t love you. He’s only using you to get back at me.”

This turn to the conversation wasn’t one she expected. “Why would Tavin want to get back at you?”

“Surely you’re aware he and I were together for several years?” He delivered the question with a sneer that had Rhiannon questioning whether or not he was making this up.

“I knew you dated,” she said quietly. It was something she read in Tavin’s file during training, but nothing she had thought seriously about. “That was a long, long time ago.”

“Not so very long,” Lucien said. “He didn’t take it well when I left, and he’s been angry with me ever since.”

Rhiannon rolled her eyes. “He’s not carrying a torch for you, Lucien. Get over yourself. And I know he’s not in love with me, but he does like me. He treats me with courtesy and respect, and he’s never once seduced me to get me to go with him to Lucrezia.” She waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Also, he’s never tried to kidnap me. All in all, I think he has you beat.”

Lucien closed the distance between them, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her tight against him. The fact he could make physical contact in a dream shocked Rhiannon. This was another first. His lips descended on hers, claiming her with a furious passion against which she had no chance.

The world spun faster and faster, a maelstrom they created, yet they stood safe in the eye. Rhiannon’s blood heated, simmering with something only Lucien could unleash. He had betrayed her. He was training an army to capture her. He was most likely still under Lucrezia’s control. All of that washed away, whirling through the air unnoticed.

Then it was over. Lucien released her and stepped back. “If I stop loving you, if I stop wanting you, then so will he. Think about that when you commend him for his patience in staying with a woman who is clearly in love with another man.”

He turned and walked away. The dream dissolved as she whispered a plea. “Don’t leave. Please don’t leave.”

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Monday, October 25, 2010

Complexity by Berengaria Brown


Berengaria Brown's Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois is one hot romance. Complexity is set in the same world as “Intensity” but is a standalone story.

Blurb: An asthmatic unwilling to relax enough to enjoy life, two men hell-bent on putting their stamp on her, an embezzler who wants to keep what he has stolen, and the ghost of a murdered girl. Will an endless night of passion with Finn and Simeon be pure pleasure, or only make Tia’s life more complex and messy than it already is?

Tia agrees to a night of unbelievably hot sex with Finn and Simeon, and is beginning to think she may have a future with them. Especially when the ghost makes her realize that her asthma is not nearly as bad as it used to be.

But the two men are so protective they don’t want her to help the ghost. And Tia never breaks her promises. Will frequent acrobatic sex be a solution or just add to the complexity?

Adult Excerpt

“Wake up, sweetie, you haven’t had your fourth orgasm yet.”


“My turn for your juicy ass.”

“And I get your pretty pussy. The two of us together. We figured that should make a pretty good finale to the night’s entertainment.”

Tia pushed her hair, which had long since fallen out of its neat ponytail, away from her eyes and gazed blurrily at the clock. “It’s 3 fucking a.m.”

“Yeah, fucking, that’s the plan. You do want that fourth orgasm, don’t you?” Finn’s voice was like hot melted chocolate, the sexy, dark kind. Just like his eyes. And, oh jeez, she did want another orgasm. There was nothing quite like having a hot, hard cock in her ass and another one in her pussy simultaneously. Nothing could beat the intense feelings fucking two men together induced.

So she obediently rolled over and let whoever—Finn?—massage lube into her ass while Simeon played with her toes, the arches of her feet, and her ankles, kissing along the bones, sucking her toes into his mouth, and making nerve endings light up all through her body. As her eyes opened wider, she could see both men were very ready for another round of sex. Their cocks were both engorged, the heads red, and a drop of cum was already sitting in the eye of Finn’s.

“I’ve never had sex so often in one night before. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“You won’t need to walk, precious. And we’ll get you a nice, soft cushion to sit on, too. Or you could take the day off and spend it in bed. Our bed.”

“No, that’ll be—” Tia gave a little shriek as Simeon picked her up and laid her on his body while Finn rolled a rubber on himself. Then two heads bent to suck her breasts, and four hands seemed to be stroking and massaging her everywhere at once.

Cream flooded from her pussy at the thought of taking both men at once, men who had stunned her by their compassion and caring for her this night. They’d always been considerate lovers, but she’d never understood the depths of their protectiveness until they’d spoken about the shower light.

Finn ran his fingers through her slit, lightly teasing her pussy lips, then sucked her nectar off his fingers, offering the last one to Simeon to taste. “I do believe she’s wet and ready for us, aren’t you, precious?”

Without answering, Tia wiggled around on Simeon, sat astride his hips, and stroked the length of his penis. Several drops of cum pearled at the eye of it, and she bent forward, holding his cock firmly in her hand, to lick them off.

“Shit, woman, you’re torturing me.”

“Really? Is that so?” she teased, stroking him again and again before rolling a condom down his length. She held the head of his cock to the mouth of her pussy and let him enter her just the smallest fraction of an inch.

“You’ll be the death of me.” Simeon thrust his hips up, trying to plunge into her, but she raised her body onto her knees to keep him barely inside her.

Then very slowly, in microscopic increments, she lowered herself onto him, groaning as he stretched her passage and filled her. Finally, when he was fully sheathed inside her, she leaned forward and presented her ass to Finn.

“God, that’s hot. I’ve never seen anything as hot as that.”

“She feels hot, too. So tight around me, but wet and welcoming, too.”

Finn pushed his cock into Tia’s puckered hole, and he pressed smoothly past her sphincter muscles and deep inside.

Tia felt full to bursting. She’d felt full with just Simeon in her, but now that Finn was there, too, her walls were stretched as wide as they could go, and every inch of her was stuffed full of hot, hard man. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed friction.

Tia pulled back on her knees a little and swiveled her hips. The ridged condoms provided the friction she needed in the most delightful way. She went to move again, but this time four hands grabbed her hips firmly, and two voices ordered her to wait.

“The party will be over before it begins if you don’t let us set the pace. You’ve got no idea how enticing it is to feel each other through your wall.”

“Oh, I know how good it feels. It feels very good. But it would feel even better if you both started moving.”

“Bossy, much?” Finn asked affectionately, but the two men began a slow withdrawal together, each pulling out until only the heads were left inside her before pressing back in again.

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Friday, October 22, 2010

TORMENT by Michele Zurlo


The Daughters of Circe series

The story behind the series:

The Daughters of Circe series focuses on a group of powerful witches who must find the soul mates from which they have been cruelly separated. Only when her daughters achieve the impossible can Circe recover her memories and her powers--and save her lover from an eternal hell.

Look for future novels in this series to include clues as to Circe's whereabouts, who caused this centuries-long sorrow, and how she'll overcome the odds to ensure she and her daughters are never again separated from the wolves they love.


Magic has always been part of Torrey’s life, but without a mentor, her mastery of nature is decidedly inept. When a werewolf kidnaps her sister and demands payment for mystical medications, Torrey’s life takes a turn for the worse. She doesn’t have the money, and the medication did more harm than good.


“Which car is yours?”

Hesitantly, she pointed to a white ’89 Tempo with a Semper Fi decal on the back window. He parked next to it and hopped out of his truck.

Torrey came around from the passenger side. He meant for her to follow him back to his house. Relief flowed through her. While he was off finding Riley, she wouldn’t be trapped in the middle of nowhere. She would have her own car. “If you give me general directions, I can follow you back.”

Shade studied the car. The amused expression on his face looked out of place. “This car is more than twenty years old. It looks like shit, Torrey. Who the hell is letting you drive this death trap?”

She squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. Being as tall as she was, Torrey wasn’t used to being treated as small and helpless. She didn’t like it. “I’m an adult, Shade. Nobody gets a say in what kind of car I drive.”

That car was the only thing she owned outright. Maybe it sometimes didn’t start, especially in the winter, and maybe it overheated occasionally, especially in the summer, but it was hers, damn it.

“I get a say,” Shade said. His tone implied she had no right to argue with him.

He was in for a rude awakening. “No, you don’t. I hired you to find my sister. Just because I’m also sleeping with you doesn’t mean I’m going to put up with your high-handed, old-fashioned notion that you’re the boss just because you have a penis.”

Those luscious lips pressed together. “Fine. Follow me. Stay close. It’s easy to get lost.”

Immediately, Torrey missed the comfortable upholstery of Shade’s brand-new F-150. The cushioning in her seats had been squashed before she bought it. Springs poked through, and they would skewer her bottom if she wasn’t careful. The pillow she kept on the seat helped a little bit, but it was also old and thin.

She popped a cassette tape in the player and hummed along to the ’80s mix that had belonged to her mother. Within three miles, smoke began to billow from under her hood. Torrey stared in disbelief. It was too damn cold out for it to overheat!

Easing to the side of the road, she pulled the lever to release the hood. Shade beat her to the front of the car. He must have been watching from his rearview mirror. The smoke wouldn’t have been clearly visible in the glare of her headlights.

When he lifted the hood with his bare hands, Torrey was reminded that wolves had mastered fire. She stared at him, realization dawning. “You did this.”

Shade shook his head, but not in denial. “It’s a piece of crap, Torrey. I’m amazed it started.”

She didn’t believe him. “You used a charm. You caused it to overheat. It only overheats in the summer when it’s really freaking hot out.”

His neutral expression didn’t change. “Fine. I used a charm to make your car overheat because I think it’s not safe for you to drive around in it. If you want to fix your car, you need to reverse the charm.”

When Caiden told her that Shade would train her, Torrey pictured a much earthier setting, like the woods or a meadow. She didn’t expect romance, but he had shown such patience and understanding in the hospital. Standing before a smoking engine on a moonless night and being completely pissed off at him was a scenario that never entered her thoughts.

She glared at him. “You’re a jerk. You know that, right?”

“I’m a cunning opportunist,” he said unapologetically. “Get used to it.”

She wondered if she had enough strength to punch him in the stomach and make it hurt. Likely, he would use those preternatural reflexes to stop her before her fist made contact. As she glared at him and fantasized, he doubled over, coughing and struggling for breath.

Her eyes widened. For a second, she thought she had done that to him, but she shook the thought away. When she used her powers before, she felt a tingling in her whole body, and it left her noticeably tired afterward. This time, she had felt nothing but an insanely strong urge to hit him.

She put a hand on his shoulder and studied him with wide eyes. “Shade? What’s wrong?”

Straightening, he took a moment to recover and gazed at her in disbelief. “You’re not serious.”

Her brows drew together. “Just because you’re being an imperious jerk doesn’t mean I want to see you hurt.” Not really hurt. Fantasizing about it was something else entirely, or it should have been.

His brows drew together, too, but his expression was cynical, not confused. “Then maybe you shouldn’t sucker-punch me like that.” Then he shrugged. “Though, you are progressing much faster than I thought you would. I didn’t even feel you building up for an attack.”


She woke to a warm hand kneading her breast. Sometime after sunrise, Shade had shifted back to his human form and slipped beneath the covers with her. His naked body was twined with hers.

Seeing her awake, he grinned and kissed her. Before he blocked her field of vision, she glimpsed his eyes. Though his body was human, the wolf was still in control. Silver eyes glittered in the early morning light streaming in through the curtainless windows.

He didn’t give her a chance to speak or to ask questions. The pressure of his hand at the base of her jaw opened her mouth to his plundering tongue. Given the hardness resting against her leg and the wildness in him, Torrey knew there would be no speaking for quite a while.

Her body responded to his roughness and insistence. She kissed him back, but it was nothing like it had been on the edge of that stream. Then, he had let her explore him. He had let her do as she pleased. Now, he tolerated her foray for a short time, and then his mouth was gone, trailing hot kisses across her jaw and down her neck.

The hand on her breast moved to her waist, scooting her to the center of the bed. His mouth closed around one nipple. She had no idea what happened to the T-shirt she wore to bed, and she didn’t care. Arching, she urged him to take more of her breast into his mouth. He did, greedily sucking that soft globe.

Torrey tangled her hands in his silky black hair, moaning at the inferno racing along her neural pathways, originating from where his mouth touched her. That mouth moved lower and lower. He wrenched her legs apart and feasted on her pussy.

He licked long strokes from her hole to her clit. As he lapped at her, each pass of his tongue explored more and more until he lifted her to lick at the tight muscle surrounding her back entrance. It brought an unexpectedly gentle sort of pleasure. She felt exposed and secure at the same time. He made his way back to her clit and sucked it in a slow rhythm.

She grabbed the pillows, fisting them in her hands as she screamed her first orgasm. She came in his mouth, but he just sucked harder. His long tongue filled her opening and his teeth scraped against her clit.

He was hot, so hot everywhere. She burned inside where he licked her. The flames fed her climax, pushing her even higher. Her hips lifted from the mattress, ripping his face from her pussy.

She didn’t have time to mourn the loss. With amazing quickness, he flipped her over and positioned her on hands and knees. One tremendous roar, and he buried himself deep inside her. His hips thrust, slamming into her with such force that his balls slapped against her clit. The effect was stunning. Her vagina contracted around him and he only pumped faster.

She screamed. Her muscles went weak, and her elbows gave out. Her face slammed into the pillow. If he hadn’t been holding her hips in place, her legs would have given way as well.

Finally, he came, calling her name, parsing it on ragged breaths.

He collapsed on top of her.

“Christ, you’re heavy.” Muffled words forced themselves from her mouth directly into her pillow.

His acute hearing picked them up without difficulty. He shifted his weight, rolling them both to their sides. His body cradled hers. She enjoyed the feel of his chest against her back.

Torrey breathed deeply to restore her oxygen-starved cells.

Shade’s hand lazily caressed her bare flesh. “We’ll work on your pillow talk after we work on controlling your powers.”

“Later,” she said as she closed her eyes. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Not yet,” he said, trailing his hand from her knee to her shoulder. “I haven’t had enough.”

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Letting Go, Hanging On, Irrepressible Force and Torment

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Two Masters for Samantha (December)

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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

* Stopping Point * by Victoria Blisse

Stopping Point

Stopping Point, Book two in the Point Vamp Series is a brand new release by Victoria Blisse. Here's a peek at the plot. Enjoy!

Josh is a vampire he just doesn't quite know it yet.

He is confused and his voluptuous sire, Cara is far too busy being mysterious to really help him unlock the secrets of his Afterlife. However, he pieces it together by himself and decides to turn his best mates into Vampires too. This doesn't quite go to plan but he does discover The Point and its unique, ten-second rule.

Cara does not approve of Josh visiting The Point but that night she turns up at his door bloodied and much more dead than usual, and accepts Josh's help to escape from her much older and much crazier Sire Leopold. How is Josh going to defeat an older, wiser and more powerful vampire? He hasn't a clue but for Cara he is willing to find out.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of blood shed. This book is best read as part of a series, but it may also be read as a stand alone title.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Mind-Blown by Michele Hart


Today Michele Hart is sharing an excerpt from her sci-fi thriller. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Jon Paige discovers his employer is developing illicit mind-control techniques. He quickly learns how to hijack the system and breaks down his beautiful assistant’s persistent walls. Will Holly forgive him for sneaking into her mind, if she ever learns of it?

Holly Maddox is determined not to dip her pen in the company ink, a policy that’s served her well…until Jon comes along. He steals her mind when he’s in the room, weakens her fortitude with every flash of his flirty eyes and secretive smile. How will she keep herself from falling in love with her boss when he melts her impulse control?

When Jon and Holly decide to sabotage the brain-washing experiments, they learn they’re up against a greater power than they’d bargained for. Doing the right thing risks lives. Will the truth of their beginnings wreck their sizzling affair?

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“Stay quiet, Holly,” Jon told her, pressing the cell phone headset deeper into his ear, despite the latex chimp mask he wore.

Jon went to the door, cut the light, leaned to the window overlooking the hallway, and cracked the mini-blinds. A slide to the left, and he spotted Dr. Ramirez quietly pacing down the hallway, carrying in her hands the stack of books and papers Holly had mentioned. Headed toward her lab at the end of the hall, the doctor passed his room unexplored and him undiscovered.

Quietly engaging the doorknob lock below a keyed dead-bolt and drawing the flashlight from his belt, he turned back to the computer monitor and sat, hot blood coursing through his veins as the computer animation showed files flying into folders. Mapping his escape route in his head, he noticed how hot it was in the chimpanzee mask. It began to feel like his head was in a sauna.

Just when the file copying finished, and Jon snatched the flash drive from the port, the clink of keys hitting the metal doorknob ripped through the room, sending a sharper shockwave of adrenalin shooting through his body. His gaze snapped to the door.

Jon hit the power button on the computer, shutting it down, then he dove for the covered chair of the enormous mind-control machine. He crawled under the dust cover and into the seat, unseen, and quickly shut his flashlight off.

Through heat-dispersal holes in the plastic cover, he watched the doctor enter the room and turn on the lights, pushing the door all the way open and leaving her keys hanging from the doorknob. The door stop didn’t catch the latch, and the door closed anyway. She didn’t seem bothered to have found the room locked when he’d found it unlocked, or she hadn’t noticed. A notebook in hand and appearing distracted with work, she made a beeline past the mind-control machine for the computer that controlled it stationed in the back of the room, and she booted up the machine.

Patient at first, Jon watched as she typed into the system some unseen information, and he wondered what mind-control stunt the center would pull next. Considering the majority of the center’s funds came from pharmaceutical companies, he didn’t want to imagine what connection these brain-washing experiments had to their funders.

He had too much time to think. He hadn’t anticipated feeling a flicker of guilt about his attempt to influence Holly into his arms, but now, watching the granddaughter of Dr. Frankenstein plot her next breach of someone’s mind, he felt the violation of Holly’s will it really was. It was no big guess she’d be livid if she learned of it, but there was no way to back out now. He’d already slipped pictures of himself into her slideshow file, piggybacking the mind-tampering methods the sleep center employed. Would he be able to forgive himself when he held Holly in his arms?

Yep, probably so.

Of course, a really good guy would wait Dr. Ramirez out until the woman left the room, and he’d delete the pictures he’d planted. Jon hadn’t yet decided just how good a guy he wanted to be.

The shriek of a police siren in close proximity blaring, then silencing came blasting through his headset too loudly, nearly deafening him. Jon spotted Dr. Ramirez spin around in her seat, her eyes narrowed on the covered chair She’d caught his startled jerk and heard the siren. The brain-washing machine in which he sat lay between her and the door.

Jon was caught. So was Holly providing him with cover in the parking lot. He heard her whisper in his ear-piece, “Damn.”

Through the pin-prick holes in the chair’s dust cover, he watched Dr. Ramirez, her eyes wide with fright over a stranger hiding in the room and so close to her. She swept her space for a weapon.

“Ya need any help, little lady?” Jon picked up from a male voice with a rough Southern drawl in his headset. The drop of Dr. Ramirez’s jaw said she clearly heard the voices coming from the chair.

“No, officer,” Holly’s stressed voice replied, “I just finished changing my tire, and I’ll be on my way.”

Ramirez snatched the leg of one of the nearby medical carts, dumping its electronics, and she brandished the cart as a weapon. The cart shook in her hands.

“You don’t look like ya got yourself dirty doing it, sweetheart,” the male voice replied. “Ya sure you aren’t out here working this block?”

The police were about to arrest Holly for prostitution. How would Jon get out of this room?

Dr. Ramirez brought the light-weight medical cart crashing down onto the chair, barely missing Jon in her assault. When she reared back for another swing, Jon caught Holly’s denial, “No, officer! I’m just trying to get home from working night shift at Scrappy Joe’s. My house is just down the block. My husband’s on his way.”

“Scrappy Joe’s closed two hours ago.”

Jon ducked just in time to avoid the second blow, still unseen under the dust cover, though his movement gave him away. The cart crashed into machinery behind him, another close miss. It was time to take action.

Jon scampered out from under the cover, revealing himself in the chimp mask. He let out a terrifying chimp scream, waving his arms high in the air to frighten the doctor more, and it worked. She backed up all the way to the wall, her hands held up before her in defense, having lost her weapon in her second swing. Her eyes were alive with the shock of seeing her opponent. She couldn’t have expected a man-sized chimpanzee.

Taking advantage of her fright, Jon snatched the door open, bolted over the threshold, and slammed the door of the room shut. Then he pulled the key from the doorknob lock, shoved it into the deadbolt and spun it, locking a terrified Dr. Ramirez in the telephoneless room.

Fisting the keys, he pressed the headset deeper into his ear to hear the police officer giving Holly a disbelieving bellow of laughter. “What’re you selling tonight, little lady? Ya showin’ alota skin at work.”

Harking back to his days on the football field, Jon ran as hard as he could down the science center’s main hallway, pumping his arms double-time to the quickened sound of Holly’s anxious breath in his ear. This was going to hurt. He hadn’t been on a run this hard since the night of the accident. Ignoring the cameras recording his visit, he still needed to make it past two security guards and run a long stretch of distance to save Holly from arrest.

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Monday, October 18, 2010


Luminous Nights

Cop or convict?

How many faces can one man own?

An assassin wearing a holographic mask and a prison tattoo boards Rachel’s freighter during a prison riot, intent on collecting gadgets capable of changing a man’s identity from the black-market gang who'd stolen them. Rachel’s never sure of Jack's identity nor his goal, but he claims to be an Alliance I-Marshal. Cop or convict? The clues never stop contradicting. She's horrified to find the bright holographic mask conceals the gruesome face of a monster And the badge doesn’t slow him from murdering people right before her eyes.

When Rachel learns Jack will trade innocent lives for the digital miracles, she determines to make the mercenary grow a heart. How could a stone-cold killer kiss her so hotly? How could she kiss such a dangerous deceiver?

Jack has done years in prison to learn who’d stolen the remaining Gemini ticks, 3-D magic. Nothing will keep him from gaining extreme technology capable of unleashing galaxy-wide chaos. Forget feelings for Rachel. She can’t stop him from killing everyone involved.

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Spun around in her bindings tied above her head, Rachel focused on Jack observing his former cellmates shooting dice near the hall’s great hearth The traitor. It was like he hardly noticed her strung up for a lashing, his prison buddies looking forward to her vicious flogging. Heartlessly calm and detached, he intermittently checked the currently inactive scene of her soon torture, not very interested.

“Jack…” she called out to him. He cast a lazy look her way.

“If Quattro beats me, you can’t use me the way you want to in the mountains.”

“What makes you think stripes on your back would stop me?”

God, she hoped Jack was bluffing. She really couldn’t tell if he were a good guy or a bad guy. Was it okay with him to rape her in the woods while she was wounded? She shuddered.

Jack rose from his table, abandoning his meal. His sight burned into hers, risk in his holographic sky-blue eyes. A low-grade anxiety pulsed through her. He sashayed over to where Quattro had left the whip on the floor behind her.

“You want to see her punished, Quattro?” Jack brushed the dust from his hands.

“I insist upon it,” the mobster replied.

“Do you want her frightened?” Jack picked the whip up, suddenly too attracted to it.

Quattro’s gross grin rose. “I want to hear her shriek in terror and fear me, you, and every man here.”

Rachel was well on her way to all that. She feared every sadistic criminal in the room, but Jack. And he was fixing that right now. She stiffened to keep from shaking. She watched Jack pull the lash through his hand as if he appreciated the braid…or measured it. Others took notice. He took another step back, nonchalantly taking a position. Her heart pumped harder, and her breath quickened. He wasn’t going to do it, was he…going to beat her?

“Hold still, Rachel…” he said low, getting a feel for the grip She mashed herself against the wall in dread of the lash.

Then Jack reared back and struck. The whip loudly snapped so close to her back, she felt the ripple in the air through the thin cotton of her techsuit. Rachel felt a shocking sting shoot through her body, and she shrieked. But she hadn’t felt the whip dig into her flesh.

“You bastard!” she shouted at him, awaiting the agony and so fearful of the pain, she nearly started to weep. “I swear to God, I’ll find a way to kill you for this!”

Her terror thrilled Quattro so much, he applauded.

“You’re a passivist, Rachel Marie,” Jack said, berating her. “You can’t kill a thing.”

She couldn’t yet feel the pain, though she didn’t think the hall cold enough to truly numb her from the agony of a lash. She opened her eyes and watched Jack’s audience grow. Where was the pain?

Jack reared back with the whip again. Rachel pinched her eyes shut and screamed in terror again, certain he wouldn’t miss a second time. The strike ripped the material of the techsuit down her back. Except for blood-curdling horror and a puff of slapped air, she felt no physical pain or even any contact. The second strike caused the audience to cheer.

A third strike still brought out her terrified cry and more of Quattro’s acclamation. The leather braid never met her back. Of course, it didn’t. Jack hadn’t missed a shot since he was twelve. If he missed the shot, it was because he meant to miss.

Bets started going down to see how many stripes she’d last.

Jack halted the entertainment cold, staring at them. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She wondered if he thought them vacant, psychotic souls, if he wanted to burn their hearts out with the laser gun strapped to his thigh. He broke away from some tormenting theme of thought, and began to roll the whip. Thinking the bloodsport over too early, the malicious crowd found other things to distract them, their breakfasts, games of dice.

“Quattro,” Jack bothered to finally say something as he coiled the whip and tied it, “beating her for an audience of your enemies isn’t such a good move, though I’m sure it would conjure a wicked orgasm for you and your men. If you torture her before your enemy, she becomes a hero. If you kill her, she becomes a martyr. Heroes and martyrs fuel rebellion. You may start a fire you can’t contain.”

Rachel caught up with her racing breath. The panic attack slowly eased. The sweat risen from her body in fear of supersized agony made her colder.

“You got the fear and loathing from her you wanted, the juicy fear and loathing,” Jack told him, “so let my property go.”

Realizing Jack hadn’t beaten her at all when her back wasn’t bleeding, Quattro was stopped cold by a thought. The hovercraft the gangster sat upon gave a spit. “You can’t possibly think I should let the insolent bitch go without a serious blooding, do you?”

“You should care more that your beds aren’t razed by blue armies You’re done with her.”

“Your first fuck in the free worlds hasn’t softened your black heart, has it?”

Jack rolled stunning, digitally perfect blue eyes.

“For as many men as I’ve seen you kill, you’re not much of a woman-beater. You’re already softer than you were in prison.”

Jack paused. Quattro hit a raw nerve. Rachel wished she knew his thoughts.

“I have more control than you,” Jack told him with a dead-eyed stare, his finger in the gangster’s face. “Don’t mistake that for weakness. I have control of everything in this room.”

The statement shut Quattro’s foul drunken mouth.

“You’re very reckless today.” Jack passed him the whip.

“She’s not getting any more punishment than she just got,” Jack told him. “If I allow you to beat her, she’ll never survive the mountains with me for my purpose. She pilots the only ship around capable of traveling the wormhole in one piece. Leave her correction to me. I’ll make her want to die. Release my property, now that you’ve gotten your rocks off seeing her terrorized. That’s all you required.”

“I hope she cuts your throat in the middle of the night.”

“If you couldn’t get the job done after five years of trying, she can’t.”

“You sleep with your eyes open.”

Rachel watched Jack. He was magical. He knew just what to say to make Quattro do his bidding, the cold timing required, and the guts and confidence to pull it off, not to mention his dead-on aim. He was impressive.


Later, she had to know…

“What were you thinking when you were staging my beating and watching your audience thrill to the show?”

Jack surveyed the west mountains with the binoculars, and then the sea line. Rachel considered he might not answer the question until he replied, “I was thinking of how I wanted to kill all the sick degenerates for getting off on a weaker creature’s fear and pain.”

At the time, he’d looked like murder was on his mind.

Maybe that’s what happens to a good man’s soul when he serves time in Hell. He becomes the cold executioner.

How would she stop this avenging angel’s killing spree?


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Saturday, October 16, 2010

** SILENT KNIGHTS ** Release Day!


my new M/M erotic romance is released today. I'm really excited about this one. It's a contemporary love story about two great guys. Here's a peek at the plot.

Paul Stanton thought he had it all, a great job, a beautiful condo and a stable relationship with his soul mate. When his lover dumps him for another man, Paul is forced to rethink his life. He visits his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania rather than spend the holidays alone in San Francisco. But only a few days with his family is enough to convince him that you can't go home again.

Paul leaves for the airport in the midst of a snowstorm. Stranded in the woodlands, a chance meeting between him and a hunter is his only option for survival. He knows the type. A backwoods bigot like the men he grew up with. But what choice does he have? A few days with the Mountain Man convinces Paul there's more to Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is it enough to bind two men who have nothing in common except their sex?

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Thursday, October 14, 2010

Devon Falls 5: Moonlight & Magic by Raine Delight

Devon Falls 5: Moonlight & Magic

Here's a sneak peek at Raine Delight's newest addition to an erotic paranormal series that just gets better and better.

Can a were-tiger convince one stubborn woman that she is his for all time and show her that falling in love is just as sinful as a chocolate kiss?


Dixie Sinclair has watched her cousins all fall in love and now she wants the same. Dared to go to the annual Masquerade ball, Dixie finds the one thing she desires: love…one problem…can she trust that it will last after that one night?

Michael Barnes is a rare white were-tiger who was thrown out of his pride long ago for a trumped up crime, Michael roams the world searching for the one place to call home. Finding that peace in Devon Falls, he finds the one woman who stirs him like no other. Can he convince Dixie that she can trust in him forever?

Paranormal/Shifter Erotic Romance

Release Date- October 15th, 2010
Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press

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