Good afternoon, friends! I’m so happy to be here pimping my own book for a change. I know, it doesn’t happen often. I’ll try not to let it go to my head. Anyway, you know how I’ve been writing that series for Mocha Memoirs Press, Strange Bedfellows? Well, I finally managed to finish the third installment! Cali and sexy vampires Andre and Leo are up to more shenanigans in this one. There’s a walk through Hell, a zombie speed dating party and evil attack spiders with baby faces. A new character is also introduced, Seth, a fallen angel that is in desperate need of Cali’s help to save his soul. It was a total surprise to me when he showed up, but my muse seems to want to be in everything these days (ahem… paging #BenedictCumberbatch). Anyway, here’s a little excerpt since y’all are my friends…
“Hello,” she said softly. Her voice wavered a little but strangely she found that she wasn’t afraid. Not like before. Perhaps she was bewitched, but her mind was quiet. “Who’s there?” No one spoke, but she could feel the warmth of a body close by. She knew he was male, she could smell him. A light scent of leather, cool mint and a light musk permeated the air and Cali couldn’t help but shiver. She wanted him to come closer, but she was afraid to ask. She should be frightened. Panicking that some stranger was watching her, taking in every naked inch of her flesh, but she wasn’t. She wanted him to look and in fact, could feel herself arching slightly and thrusting her breasts into view. “Is it you, Necromancer?” she hissed. “Standing there in the dark, wanting me but afraid to touch? I can smell you, you know. The scent of your desire is pungent, Sir.” Cali inhaled deeply, a seductive smile crossing her ruby lips as she took in the masculine aroma. She shuddered, her body responding almost involuntarily. He hadn’t even touched her and already she could feel the dewy pearls of wetness forming at her center. “Has it been so long? So long since you felt the touch of a warm, living body that hasn’t been poisoned by your obsession?”
Her visitor still did not speak, but she could feel him coming closer. The bed bounced lightly as he sat down beside her, still just staring. She could hear him breathe, slow and even, trying to hide any note of his own arousal, but it was too practiced. Cali grinned, knowing that she was having some effect. The stranger reached down, his arm lightly touching hers as he leaned forward. This time Cali did gasp, as the sound she heard at first was unrecognizable. Then it dawned on her that there was water being poured from some vessel into a bowl. A heavy, liquid sound that was just beside her ear. She would have expected it to be cold, but she could feel some kind of warmth emanating from whatever basin the liquid was being poured into. The pouring ended in a slow dripping and the basin was brought across and laid by her side on the bed. She could hear it sloshing around and she tried not to move. If she spilled the contents, her strange host might be angry and in her current predicament, that could be exceptionally bad.
The light scent of lavender and cherry bark wafted through the room on a still breeze. Slow dripping, warm water over hot flesh. Cali gasped as the drops hit one by one across her chest. Almost deliberately they beaded just over the curve of each breast and then slid down lazily to heavenly valleys below her sternum. A single bead alighted on the rose point of each nipple. They hardened immediately, as if reaching out for the source of the wet heat. Cali wanted to moan, but she bit down on her lip hard enough to bring blood, afraid that if she made a sound that this delicious sensation would end. Whoever was with her had perfect control and knew just how high to place the drops so that the warm, scented liquid kissed each erogenous zone as he continued this gradual, sweet Chinese water torture. A dotted path led the way down the curve of her belly to the subtle dip of her navel. Her captor dribbled more of the warm water into the tiny cup until it spilled over and began to gently flow down the slope and into the nest of fine, downy curls that hid her femininity. This time she gasped. She couldn’t help it. She pulled at her bonds, lost in the delayed pleasure and frantic desire. “Touch me,” she rasped, but still he did not speak. Only the sound of the basin being moved aside would answer her command.
Wasn’t that just hotter than summer in Calcutta? Yeah, I thought so too. So now, here’s the good news— if you haven’t read the first two stories, you can get them separately for #99cents on Kindle until July 20th. BUT, to get all three stories, including the newest installment, “Dead Sexy,” you can get all three collected for just $4.99! The collection is also available in #paperback for those of you that want something to take on the beach. Don’t forget to read, review, tweet and share with your friends! That’s right… pimp it!!