NEW RELEASE!! Strange Bedfellows: Dead Sexy

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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…

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“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.

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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!!

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Backlist Spotlight: Sanguine Kiss

sanguinekiss_200x300Hello, my darklings!  I’ve dubbed this week “Backlist Extravaganza!”  Cool name, huh?  I thought it might be nice to spotlight some of my older books in preparation for some new stuff I have on the way.  It’s amazing– I actually have old books.  It seems kind of surreal to say that.

First up, a book that is pretty close to my heart.  I think I started writing it a couple of years ago.  See, I used to be a HUGE fan of vampire novels.  Then I just got so outdone with the whole genre that I stopped reading.  So I decided that I needed to write a vampire book that I’d like to read.  One where the vampire isn’t lamenting his immortality or sparkling.  A book that would basically give the fangs back to my favorite paranormal anti-hero.  Sanguine Kiss is my answer to the sparkling vampire phenomenon.  Seth, my main character, is an unrepentant bloodsucking fiend. He meets up with Gillian, a suicidal jilted lover, and in turn shows her that revenge is best served cold.  I promise you’ll love it.  Take a look….

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“My kindness?” he purred, using the point of his elongating canine to lightly prick the skin just under her ear. “What kindness?”

“Well,” she breathed, her nervousness quickly swirling into a lustful abandon, brought on by the effects of his wicked enchantment. “You saved me from that…man…”

A drop of blood appeared at the site of the tiny nick, and he lapped it away with a few swirls of his tongue, giving himself a small taste. “Saved you? What makes you think I was saving you?” he asked, his tongue slip sliding over the bloody wound.

“But you stopped…” Her words were cut short as he sank his teeth into the soft space in the curve of her throat. She tried to scream, but her vocal cords were of little use as the razor sharp fangs sliced through them in a matter of seconds. The venom in his saliva quickly infected the wound, making the blood flow faster and faster until finally he was drinking deeply, barely having to suckle. Her body relaxed into his deadly embrace, and she felt lighter as he drained the precious fluid from her veins. He pulled back, letting her head loll against his shoulder. She looked up into his eyes fearfully, seeing her own death in them. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks, and he could read her thoughts. She begged him to let her go, pleaded for her life. She thought about how the pain was gone, replaced by a dark nothingness that was creeping in slowly.

“Tell me, love,” he whispered in her ear. “Do you want to fly?” She tried to make a noise, but her severed vocal cords would only allow a weak grunt. The vampire smiled, blood smearing his lips and chin. “Very well.” He pulled her tight against him, his arms cradling her as if she were a small child. A deep breath and they were rising off of the ground, rushing toward the clouds with a reckless exhilaration. Her heartbeat, so slow now that it was nearly inaudible, even to his heightened perceptions, shuddered erratically against his chest as he held her. Higher and higher they rose until the buildings far below were mere pinpoints of light.

She had one last thought before he sank his teeth into the wound again, draining the last bit of life from her limp body.

“Are you an angel?”

He laughed, pulling himself away from her at the last possible second. He mustn’t take her death into himself.

“Fallen, love,” he whispered before letting her go.

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He’s a hot little bastard, isn’t he?  Now, you know the drill, kittens.  Follow the link below or click on the picture above to whiz on over and buy the book!

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Back in the Saddle Again: A Taste of the WIP

vampire attackWell it was a fantastic vacation!  A whole week of lying in the sun and relaxing was just what the doctor ordered.  But now I’m brown as a nut and ready to jump back in. Today was the first day back at the day job and to say I was swamped would be a HUGE understatement.  But me and Murphy are back on the couch and I’m in writing mode.

Last week I really started to connect to my new WIP, a little novel tentatively titled “The Bride.” Its a memoir of the most favored bride of Count Dracula.  I’m sure you’ll all be hearing about it ad nauseum over the course of the next few months.  I have a self-imposed deadline of December 13th to have this bad boy finished.  Why Dec. 13th?  Well… it has to do with “The Desolation of Smaug”, Benedict Cumberbatch and a little dragon-shifter smut book that I’ve had on the back burner for a while.  But I digress…

I thought that to celebrate my homecoming and to give you guys a chance to point and laugh, I’d post a little morsel of what I’ve been working on. Feel free to tell me what you think and by all means, tell your friends!

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–From Jonathan Harker’s journal (of course that’s where it has to begin… sheesh…)

Each of these devil brides wear the faces of angels.  The eldest, one called Michalea, is statuesque and dark.  Her heavy black hair falls to her waist in a cascade of fine silk.  Her skin speaks of her exotic heritage.  She must be from somewhere in a Far Eastern land, for her skin is the color of tea and she smells of cinnamon and clove.  I always associate this scent with the opium dens of Chinatown.  Her mouth speaks in strange, lazy tongues that fill me with a sensuality unlike anything I’ve ever felt.  Then there is Theodora.  Upon her death she was practically a child.  When she speaks, it takes on a strange and melodious tone like that of a girl much younger.  Her dark locks frame her round, childish face and it only makes her fanged grin more terrifying.

Then there is Ana.  It is obvious that this one is The Count’s favorite.  Her hair blows around her face in a halo of golden curls that are so unlike the others.  She rarely speaks, but her voice is like low, rumbling thunder.  There is nothing delicate about her features.  Her mouth is full and wide with lips stained blood red.  Her brow is heavy and her cheekbones sharp.  Each time I see her I am struck by her exotic beauty.  She often speaks to me, telling me stories of the ghosts that lurk in every corner, leftover spirits of past miseries.  When she feeds from me, it is so sensual and sweet, that I have no fear of dying.  Mina, I can only pray for your forgiveness.  Please believe that her comfort is out of necessity and that my only conscious thoughts are getting back to you!

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So whatcha think?  Waste of time or pure genius?  I’m gonna go with pure genius.  😉  If you just can’t wait, don’t forget that I have lots of vampire stories in my backlist, so feel free to check me out on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks , Mocha Memoirs Press, Purple Sword Publications and anywhere else kickass eBooks are sold!

New Book! His Phantom Caress

HisPhantomCaress_72dpiCan ghost stories be sexy?  Believe it or not its a big contraversy.  My husband, author Tally Johnson, is a ghost hunter of much reknown.  In fact, one of these days he’ll be on TV exposing the masses to his southern accent and wit, but I digress.  He says that a ghostly erotic romance is unrealistic because it would be like “making love to a warm summer breeze.”  Yes, that was a direct quote.  Knowing how he feels about this topic, I was very cautious when constructing the new installment of the Strange Bedfellows series.

In the book, Cali and the Oubliette gang are trying to reunite a grieving widow, Elizabeth, with her dead husband, Rhys.  They had the perfect life and were about to start a family together.  That is, until Rhys died suddenly. leaving Elizabeth questioning her sanity and desperate for closure.  She turns to Cali for help, but bringing someone back from the dead isn’t easy.  Enter a mysterious necromancer named Salazar who seems to be the answer to their prayers.  But accepting his help means accepting an ominous proposition.

Rhys Grayson is, essentially, a ghost.  In a very Patrick Swayze/ Demi Moore ghostly kind of way.  Ultimately, the goal of this story was to allow the husband and wife one more night of passion before he crosses over.  But every time I sat down to write it, I could hear Tally and his “warm summer breeze” comment.  I  had to come up with a way to make Rhys more substantial.  To add a bit more realism to the story.  Now, I know that sounds insane.  It’s a paranormal romance, screw the realism.  But there are a lot more folks that believe in ghosts than don’t.  And I didn’t want to insult those folks’ intelligence by having a sloppy story.  So what started out as 10,000 words turned into 20,000 words.  But I think the length is worth it.

Blurb:

What would you give for one more night?

Rhys and Elizabeth Grayson had a charmed life.  A beautiful house, a passionate marriage and a bright future ahead, until one day, their dreams were shattered when Rhys suddenly died.  Alone and drowning in grief, Elizabeth has nowhere to turn until she stumbles across Cali Barrows and The Oubliette.  The otherworldly talents of Cali and her vampire lovers, André and Leo, are Elizabeth’s only hope for being reunited with her beloved.  But the journey into the ethereal is a dangerous one and lost souls are not easily found. How far is Elizabeth willing to go to say goodbye?  How far to feel the warmth of his phantom caress?

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Cover Reveal: Strange Bedfellows: His Phantom Caress

Tomorrow is the day, chickies!  My new book, a sequel to Strange Bedfellows:  Three to Tango will be hitting Amazon, B&N, AllRomance and other ebook shelves tomorrow, March 2nd!  The book is called Strange Bedfellows:  His Phantom Caress and it is the continuing story of Cali, her vampire lovers and more of the gang from the mysterious nightclub, The Oubliette.  So… are you ready for the cover???  *drum roll*

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Isn’t it beautiful??!!  So pass it on, make some buzz… but most importantly, grab yourself a copy tomorrow!  And now…. a little about the story…

What would you give for one more night?

 Rhys and Elizabeth Grayson had a charmed life.  A beautiful house, a passionate marriage and a bright future ahead, until one day, their dreams were shattered when Rhys suddenly died.  Alone and drowning in grief, Elizabeth has nowhere to turn until she stumbles across Cali Barrows and The Oubliette.  The otherworldly talents of Cali and her vampire lovers, André and Leo, are Elizabeth’s only hope for being reunited with her beloved.  But the journey into the ethereal is a dangerous one and lost souls are not easily found. How far is Elizabeth willing to go to say goodbye?  How far to feel the warmth of his phantom caress?

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MEOW… It’s the Purrfectly Gift-tastic Blog Hop!

PurrfectlyGiftasticCBH_200x300Good morning and welcome to the Purrfectly Gift-tastic Blog Hop, brought to you by the amazing folks over at the Blog Hop Spot!  It’s going to be a lot of fun and a celebration of a variety of authors to get you in the holiday spirit.  I thought I’d begin by telling you a bit about what you can WIN on my stop this time!  I know, that’s what you really wanted to hear anyway.  We talk a good game about wanting to hear about the writer’s process or interviews with the characters, but what we really love is the free stuff.  Go ahead, be honest.  Santa is watching.  So let’s get to it!

I’m keeping it simple this time.  No rafflecopters, all you have to do is follow the blog and leave a comment.  That’s it, folks!  Leave me a comment and follow the blog and you will be entered to win a pdf copy of either Strange Bedfellows: Three to Tango or Masquerade.  Both are hot little menage pieces that are just the thing to get your gears grindin’.  I’ll be choosing 3 winners!

Also, while you’re here, you can scroll down and click on my SCRUMPTIOUS St. Nick to enter the Ho-Ho-Holiday Giveaway, where you can win all kinds of stuff from myself and other authors!  There IS a rafflecopter involved there, though.

Since you’re going to have to choose between them, I’m going to leave you with blurbs of both Three to Tango and Masquerade so you can go ahead and start daydreaming.  And I don’t mean about sugarplums….

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Blurb of “Strange Bedfellows:  Three to Tango”:

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A truer statement had never been uttered, but when Cali stumbled upon The Oubliette, she began to realize the wisdom in those words. Broken-hearted and bored, Cali’s life had become a string of TV dinners and romance novels. She wondered where her life was going until she followed the mysterious stranger through the red door and entered a world that few would ever know existed. A world of vampires, werewolves and pleasure beyond imagination. Within the walls of The Oubliette, Cali will embark on a dangerous and sensual journey of discovery that will change her life forever.

 

Blurb of “Masquerade”:

Masquerade_NewCover“What’s your fantasy?”

Blythe McLachlan had the perfect life until the night he said those three little words that could make or break a relationship. When Blythe tells her husband about her fantasy of a hot menage, he’s less than pleased. But when he drops her off at a mysterious masquerade ball, she finds that the boundaries of love can be crossed and rules are made to be broken.

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Christmas Wishes Hop: An Interview with Seth

Christmas-Wishes-buttonWelcome back to the Christmas Wishes Hop!  I decided that since one of the big prizes in this hop is a kindle or nook loaded with eBooks, that I’d give you some pimpage on MY book that will be included with the big prize.  I thought I’d repost an interview with the main character, Seth,  in “Sanguine Kiss.”  He’s a sexy vampire with absolutely no qualms about eating you alive.  Of course, that’s one of the best things about him…

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AC:  Welcome, Seth.  Thanks for agreeing to talk to us today.  Pardon the garlic garlands.  But we have to keep it safe, sane and consensual you know.

Seth:  Of course, Lexxx.  But you needn’t have worried.  The world is far more interesting with you in it.

AC:  (blushing) You’re such a charmer, Seth.

Seth:  (in a decidedly sarcastic tone) Vampire!

AC:  Indeed.  And speaking of that, tell us a little about your origins.

Seth:  Well, as hard as it might be to believe, I was born in 1341 B.C. in the city of Thebes.  I was a slave to a scribe named Kheti.  One day while I was gathering papyrus reeds by the river, a beautiful woman came upon me.  At first I thought she was the goddess Isis in human form, but her intentions were soon revealed.

AC:  I’m sure that was traumatic.

Seth: Indeed, but she claimed she could turn me to a living God.  Being stupid and young, I believed her.  And well… here I am.

AC:  I have to ask– were the two of you lovers?

Seth: (chuckles) For nearly a thousand years.  Off and on of course.  But as you know, now I have a new love.

AC:  Of course.  That lucky Gillian Thompson.  Why did you choose her for your mate after being alone so long?

Seth:  I don’t know if you realize, but the senses of a vampire are very keen.  Each of you has a distinct scent that is either pleasing or abhorrent.  There are subtle nuances that one can almost taste.  You, for example Ms. Christian, have an extremely spicy and sweet scent.  I would imagine that your blood tastes of cinnamon and chocolate.  Something about Gilly’s scent was so intoxicating.  It was as if her body called to mine.  I loved her in an instant and knew that I would no longer be satisfied without her.  And I suppose I enjoyed that someone needed me.

AC:  (cheeks in flames still over the chocolate remark) How do you feel about how vampires are portrayed in the media nowadays?

Seth:  Rather amusing.  I saw one of those Twilight movies with Gilly a few months ago and spent the whole thing thinking, “What sort of weed were these people smoking?”  A bloodless vampire movie.  It doesn’t surprise me.  Sexiness and allure is part of the vampire’s hunting practice and I’m sure that women find that very appealing.  The problem is, no one depicts what happens afterward.  Don’t get me wrong, I love women.  But there’s nothing I need more than blood.  And I’m sorry, I prefer it warm and directly from the source, if you get my drift (piercing stare that renders the Belle speechless for several moments).

AC: Well… it’s certainly been a pleasure, Seth.  I hope you’ll come back soon and give us some more insight.

Seth:  Anything for you, Lexxx.  I’ll come over and over if you like (eyebrows cocked in obvious innuendo).

(Wrapping a garland of garlic around herself like a feather boa.)  Thanks for joining the blog today, folks.  I certainly HOPE that I’ll be back tomorrow…

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That Seth is such a sexy interview.  “Sanguine Kiss” is just one of the books that you’ll find on your new Nook or Kindle if you win the Christmas Wishes Blog Hop contest!  So be sure to go and visit the other blogs on the hop by clicking the button at the top of this post.  And if you’d like to enter to win those eReaders chock full of romance, then follow this little link:  http://booktrailershowcase.com/2012/12/06/christmas-wishes-blog-hop/ and you’ll find the Rafflecopter widget!

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Wicked After Dark: The Horror of Our Love

 

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It’s me again—your old pal Lexxx with a blog about the slightly disturbing genre of horror erotica.  I am going to reveal a disturbing, if not surprising, piece of myself.  I’m into sex and violence.  I think the two go hand in hand, actually.  Think about it—in horror movies, the hero and heroine almost always get busy just before the monster jumps out and annihilates their naked flesh.  It’s always been a rule of slasher films that the first big kill is some girl showing us her white underwear and/or gratuitously large breasts while she runs from the axe murderer that hacked up her lover in the previous frames.  Let’s face it—sex and fear have a lot in common.  Your pulse races, you get short of breath and then at the peak—complete exhilaration.  As I sit here writing this article, I’m watching the movie “Pet Sematary,” based on Stephen King’s brilliant novel.  King is a master of turning the ordinary into the EXTRAordinary.  Love is the most ordinary thing around, sex even more so.  As they say, the birds and the bees do it.  So it only seems natural that love and sex should have starring roles in horror stories. 

My release, “Dollface,” from No Boundaries Press, is about the horror of obsessive love.  We’ve all been there, right?  We’ve all had that person who knew just how to push our buttons in all the right places.  We want to be with them every minute and hang on every word they say.  But what if that person doesn’t return our affections?  Perhaps they just don’t like us “that way,” or aren’t really looking for a relationship.  Maybe it’s because they were an old love whose time has passed, never to be recaptured.  Or worse, your ultimate mate doesn’t even acknowledge that you’re alive.  No matter how you slice it, it hurts.  The pain of unrequited love can turn even the most normal of people into angry harpies that blow up your phone with disturbing text messages.  But what if it was more sadistic than that?  What if the lover was a bit… unbalanced.  That, my friends, is the stuff of erotic horror.

In the genre, over the last several years, we’ve seen a huge surge in blending horror and romance.  Yes, this is the Twilight portion of our little discussion.  Ah, Twilight, a sweet little YA novel about necrophilia.  New girl at school meets popular boy, falls in love and discovers that he’s a bloodsucking creature of the night (or as Corey Haim so aptly put it in “The Lost Boys,”—“A goddamn shit-sucking vampire!”).  Indeed a tale as old as time.  Stephanie Meyer may take credit for it, but Bram Stoker did it back in the Victorian era.  The difference is, Stoker realized the true metaphor of the vampire.  When Dracula says, “The blood is the life,” what he meant was “the blood is the sex.”  And I think that’s what fuels the hatred of Twilight among oversexed adults like me.  Meyer cut Edward Cullen’s balls off and stuck them safely down in her purse.  He doesn’t drink blood—he may as well be impotent.  Vampires are romantic heroes.  They always have been.  Their powers of seduction are necessary to their survival and to take that away so that they can be “the good guys,” just undermines their power as horror figures.  One reaction to that has been erotic horror featuring badass vampires that have no problem fucking your brains out then sucking your blood.  And it gets stranger than that.  I’ve heard of erotic horror featuring zombies, demons, ghosts and witches.  Coming soon to your bookstore:  The Secret Sex Lives of the Loch Ness Monster

So what’s the point?  We all feel like a bit of a monster every now and then.  Love makes us do crazy things and we find ourselves relating to the creatures of the night.  So when you think about it that way, it really isn’t all that strange, this love of all things both erotic and macabre. 

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Wicked After Dark: Sanguine Kiss (WARNING: EXPLICIT NC-17)

 

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We’re drawing closer to Halloween.  That feeling of dread sweeps over us slowly, licking at the back of our necks like a sadistic lover.  We can feel it in the crisp autumn air.  We can hear it in the whistling of the wind around the eaves.  We can smell it like burning leaves, yet it offers no warmth.  Everywhere we can feel the spirits of the dead watching and waiting.  Some of us hide, bundling ourselves in fuzzy sweaters, moving quickly through the streets to the safety of our homes, praying that nothing will follow us there.  Others of us will revel in it.  Those of us that relish the feeling of being scared.  That gasp of surprise, the chill of fear– it is exhilarating and we seek it out.Sanguine Kiss is for us.

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There were two cuts, side by side that seemed to drag a couple of inches down his arm. “I thought vampires were invincible.”

He flicked his tongue over the curve of her breast, watching as her skin prickled. “The scar marks us for what we are. You will have one too.” Gillian tensed at his words and he pulled her to him. “The pain lasts only a moment,” he whispered, his lips moving softly against the puckered skin

of her nipple before drawing it into his mouth. He suckled gently at first, worrying it to a swollen bud until she gasped. Only then did he prick the edge of the areola with his teeth. The wound was miniscule and she barely noticed the sting until the tiny pearl of blood appeared. Pulling back from her, he purred deep in his throat upon seeing the deep red rivulets that ran down the side of her breast, following the curving silhouette of her body. Before it could reach the sheets below, he swooped down and captured the drops with his tongue, then lapped at the precious fluid.

Gillian moaned, her heart beating faster. She knew she should be afraid, but she was lost in the sensations he created. He kissed his way back up her torso, alighting on her other breast and biting down hard. She cried out, instinctively trying to push him away. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the pillow behind her head. She groaned and struggled, but he was much too strong for her. Closing his mouth over the breast fully, he sucked at the wound until it was bleeding heavily down her front. She watched with eyes blurry with tears, as the thickening sanguine fluid stained her skin. He drank deeply for a few moments, then tore himself away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Strangely, she didn’t feel drained as she’d thought she would. Only this heaviness that had settled into her extremities, keeping her still as he slid away from her. “Is that it?” she croaked sleepily, thinking that perhaps she’d been afraid for nothing.

He gave a dark chuckle as he stood up at the side of the bed. A smear of her blood stood out as a harsh streak of black against his skin. “Patience, little one,” he said, pulling at the button on his jeans. “I’ve only just begun. Such a delicious delicacy should be savored, not devoured in one sitting.” She shuddered and he chuckled again, pushing the restricting fabric over his narrow hips and down until he stood before her, a vision of male perfection. His body seemed to be carved of stone, every muscle standing out just under his skin. The bones of his pelvis crossed over his hips, drawing her eye down to his cock which stood out impressively, giving away his own lust. Gillian smiled, feeling somewhat empowered by this show of arousal. She wanted to sit up and go to him, but her body was so heavy. She felt as if he’d restrained her, but there were no bonds.

Seth threw his head back, his black hair spilling over his shoulders as he inhaled her scent on the air. “Fucking hell, Gillian.” He sighed. “Your scent…so much fear, so much desire…it’s like a drug.” He climbed back into the bed, kneeling between her outstretched legs. “I fear that once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he murmured, grasping the waistband of the pants she wore. With a growl, he pulled at them until they were ripped

completely open and he could jerk them down her legs. “A thousand years of practice and you have me behaving like a fledgling.”

“I’m… I’m sorry…” she stammered, biting her lip as his fingers brushed her thighs.

He leaned over her, kissing just below her navel and swirling his tongue around it. “You’re not sorry,” he replied, opening his mouth wider and grazing the warm skin with his teeth, opening another bloody gash. It dribbled slowly down, pooling in the crease above her mound. She could feel the warm wetness and she reached down to touch it, but he slapped her hand away. With the flat of his tongue he licked at the blood, tasting it and groaning with satisfaction. It wet his lips and when he gazed up at her, he looked like a sinister harlequin with his painted mouth.

The streaks of blood were a map to her center and he followed it without hesitation. He reached out to touch her sex, gathering some of the blood that had collected in the corner of his mouth and using it to paint around her opening, then licking it away until she was arching up against his mouth, begging him for more. He pulled the outer lips of her sex between his lips to kiss each one in turn. With two fingers, he pulled and tugged at the dewy petals until they were plumped with blood.

“Seth…” she sighed, her voice trailing off into an unintelligible moan as he took each side into his mouth in turn, rolling the moist flesh between his lips, careful not to bite. As he teased them, they began to part, revealing those secret destinations deep inside. His fingertips were all too willing to help them along, pulling the lips wide apart and flicking the swollen nub of flesh that was carefully hidden behind. Gillian’s breath was slow, coming in shallow gasps as he kissed and nibbled at her clit. She could feel the moist heat rush to her sex and she struggled to pull her legs further apart to urge him on, but still, every movement was a struggle as the venom crept slowly through her veins. As he kissed at the tiny clitoris, his fingertips slid up her body, swirling in the pools of blood still dripping from her breasts and belly. She looked down, watching as he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the blood and then pushing his fingers forcefully into her sex. He moved them inside in gentle circles, then stroked them in and out until her blood mixed with the slippery wetness of her sex. He lapped it up like a man dying of thirst. Gillian’s voice rose in octaves, higher and higher as she surrendered to the pleasure of his foreplay. The loss of blood had made her delirious, sighing and crying, out of her head.

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Wicked After Dark: Blurb-a-palooza!

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Well hey there kids!  I’ve decided today to give you some blurbs to whet your appetite and let you know a little about me and what I do.  My fiction has been called a bit unusual by some.  I never liked romance as a younger woman because I always felt that the stories were so sicky-sweet, too good to be true.  I just couldn’t relate to the characters, but I did like the hot-blooded romance aspet of it.  So when I started writing, I was determined to write the kind of romance that I’d like to read.  One that isn’t sicky sweet and unbelievable, but one with imperfect heroines and dangerous heroes.  I’ve always loved anything paranormal and spooky, so paranormal romance seemed the way to go.  Of course I couldn’t just stop there– I had to make sure that the story was laced with explicit scenes of really hot monkey-lovin’.  Cuz well… that’s the most fun to write.  So I’m going to give you an offering of some of my darkest paranormal romances and you can decide for yourself.

Strange Bedfellows:  Three to Tango

“…vampires can be dangerous to your health.”
 
A truer statement had never been uttered, but when Cali stumbled upon The Oubliette, she began to realize the wisdom in those words. Broken-hearted and bored, Cali’s life had become a string of TV dinners and romance novels. She wondered where her life was going until she followed the mysterious stranger through the red door and entered a world that few would ever know existed. A world of vampires, werewolves and pleasure beyond imagination. Within the walls of The Oubliette, Cali will embark on a dangerous and sensual journey of discovery that will change her life forever.
Sanguine Kiss
Vengeance is only the beginning…
Gillian Thompson wants to end her life. Deserted by her lover and desperate for peace, she thinks that death is the only answer. But life never closes one door without opening a window. On a fateful night, the one that should be her last, she meets the dark and mysterious Seth, who seems to understand the depth of her pain. Rather than let her kill herself, he offers Gillian a new life beyond pain and regret. A life bathed in bloody kisses and bittersweet vengeance.
Second Skin
 
When Catherine Spencer meets the seductive Jack Leannan at her company dinner party, she could never have imagined how fast she’d fall for him. He’s everything her husband isn’t—older, confident, and highly sexual. He lures her under his spell with promises of passion beyond her wildest dreams, and she finds herself ready to give up everything. But Jack is no ordinary lover, and the secret he harbors could destroy her.
Masquerade
“What’s your fantasy?”

Blythe McLachlan had the perfect life until the night he said those three little words that could make or break a relationship.  When Blythe tells her husband about her fantasy of a hot menage, he’s less than pleased. But when he drops her off at a mysterious masquerade ball, she finds
that the boundaries of love can be crossed and rules are made to be broken.

Hellsong
Can mercy be a sin?
Lonely bookstore manager Theo Chandler lost herself in Hurricane Katrina. Found wandering alone in a swamp with no memory of her life before the storm, she has spent the last few years building a half-life where no one touches her so no one can guess her secret. Only Father Jerome, a voodoo priest who witnessed her birth, and the minions of Lucifer know her true identity and the monster she could become.
As the last of the Grigori, Heaven’s guardians of humankind on Earth, the angel Saraquel should destroy beautiful Theo before the forces of Hell use her to destroy him, humanity, or even Heaven itself. But like Jerome, he sees the humanity in her that far outshines the hidden demon. He forms a connection to her that he has never known with anyone else through all his immortal life. Choosing to protect her, he joins Theo and Jerome in a fight to bring down hell’s design and save her human soul.

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