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Sexy Selene....

2012-01-23T00:40:00.000-06:00

It may come as no surprise, but I love the Underworld movies. Tight leather, fangs, fur...oh god that's good. If I could become a part of the human world, I would want to be a part of hers...oh I know she is fiction, but hell most people think I am fiction too! So why not? I want a sexy Selene of my own....

So if anyone knows where I can get one, I am certain Tarquin won't mind me bringing her home.

On another note I am going to resort to threats, promises and fang bareing if my author doesn't get her ass back in gear soon and get to writting that next story. She has been far too distracted lately and I just won't stand for it much longer! There are far too many of our stories that need to be told for her to sit around doing other things, doesn't she realize how important we are? Damn...humans and their odd priorities....

Make a WickedlySexy Stop

2012-01-22T12:00:00.000-06:00

Howdy, folks. I'm busy, busy, trying to finish up a naughty novella I started last week, so I'll keep it brief...yeah?

I'm part of a multi-author blog, much like this one, and we're holding our Grand Reopening right now. Seven authors, multiple posts and multiple ways for you to win some awesome reads. Head on over to WickedlySexyWriters, comment on each author's post and you'll be entered in our drawing.

Follow us. Comment. And you'll be winning big.

Simple stuff ;-)

We strive to keep things Wicked and all kinds of Sexy for you, so stop by sometime. It's all good...make that Wicked!

Time....

2012-01-16T00:26:00.001-06:00

Why is time such an obsession for humans? I don't understand why they spend so much time caring about time. I watch them check their watches and check their phones and check schedules and calendars. So much time, so much effort money and planning goes into the human obsession with the passage of time. As if it matters, as if they can somehow control its passage by reining it in. Perhaps that is it, more than an obsession with time, it is the human obsession with control that is the issue. Time is one of those things that is inevitable and uncontrollable unchangeable and untouchable...and humans just can't stand that.

If they had more, what would they do with it? If they could live as long as my kind, what would they do? They still couldn't control the passage, but would they cease to care, as my kind has done? Would they relax, slow down and actually enjoy the life they live instead of spending all their time, worrying about the time?

Doubtful...humans are determined to waste what they have given to them.

Getting There

2012-01-15T11:52:00.000-06:00

I'm back from death's door. Not quite 100% but I'm getting there. What's up with you nice folk? I have to dig myself out from under a huge pile of things to do. One thing though, I started a new story a few days ago. One that has nothing to do with all the other WIPs I have waiting to be finished.

It is what it is.

I promised myself I'd take things slow and cut down--way down--on the millions of things I always set myself up to do. It takes away from writing and gets me cranky. A cranky A is not a good thing. My wrting goals aren't really complex: Just write, damn it! Gotta churn out those stories all while side-stepping the many obstacles floating around.

I can do it. I think. I'll need music though, and coffee. Lot's of both.

In the meantime, there's a giveaway happening over at my blog. Hop over, comment, and you can win a copy of one of the books in Lorraine Nelson's Thunder Creek Ranch series. A wonderful series you must read.

My girl is back!

2012-01-13T10:57:00.000-06:00

That’s right, UNDERWORLD AWAKENING opens on 1.20.12 and I’ll be there to greet Selene into this new world.

Sucks to be Sick

2012-01-08T12:05:00.001-06:00

I'm severly under the weather, been sick for practically forever it seems. This mini-post is just to say hi, yep, I'm still here and I have no idea when I'll be back to my former self.

I'm over at Goddess Fish Party today with In Wicked Chains, sharing excerpts and giving away a copy. Swing by if you have the time. Now, I'm crawling back under my covers.

Being sick...sucks :(

Ten Ways To Recognize A Vampire Neighborhood

2012-01-06T00:03:00.001-06:00

During the last months, I’ve given some advice to those who consider becoming a creature of the night. Now let me focus on those who prefer sunlight – perhaps because I’ve convinced you that it’s a bad idea?

Okay. If you don’t want to become Vampire prey – or be transformed – you shouldn’t just know how to kill a Vampire (that’s where we started from, remember?), but in the first place need to recognize if you’re in danger or not. So let me summarize some clues to find out if you live in a Vampire neighborhood.

1. The hospital’s blood preservations have been plundered.

2. Your neighbor’s cat or dog disappears without a trace. Ask around if that’s a pattern. If you live in a rural area, also investigate about live stock.

3. It’s getting worse if people disappear, leaving the police clueless. Even if you don’t like that particular neighbor, or even if nobody liked him or her, that might not be a good sign.

4. Be wary if there are pale people in dark clothes you only see at night. It’s okay if your neighbor works night shifts, and if the youth in your area tends to gothic style, you may have trouble to spot the difference, but you better find out.

5. The consumption of garlic has increased? Maybe other people already know something, and you don’t? Improve your intel.

6. Some young and pretty people in the street are wearing a scarf all the time. Maybe they have a cold, or maybe they’re covering the bite marks of their nocturnal lover. Who can tell?

7. Even worse, if those people show a strange grin. Those mortal companions may have had sex with a Vampire lately.

8. You hear the rush of wings in the air, shadowy figures sneak around your house at night. On the next morning – you don’t go checking outside at night, do you? – you find footprints starting or ending in the middle of your lawn.

9. Your spouse shows a strange behavior, including sleepwalking, especially at full moon.

10. Someone’s knocking at your back door during a full moon night, and when you open, he or she shows his/her fangs. Now you know for sure.

Next time I’ll elaborate on some survival tips. Stay tuned.

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2012

2012-01-02T02:29:00.004-06:00

I may see more new years than a human but that doesn't make the transition any less special. I am looking forward to a wonderful one for myself, my family, my author and all of my friends.

I have been away....lax in my blogging but I will resolute to be back on track and telling my story here every week. There is so much going on in my world, and there are parts of that that I even am willing to share with you all....

So look forward to seeing my ass here every monday regularly as it used to be. Happy 2012 to you all!

It's A New Year!!

2012-01-01T12:00:00.001-06:00

Happy New Year to you awesome folks! May this one bring you all you aspire for and to, and more.

Who's breaking out the list of resolutions? Not I. I never keep those damn things. Still, I do have goals I aim to reach. No, I won't be telling you. I barely even say my dreams and goals out loud.

I'll tell you what I'll be doing for sure...writing. Eating cake. I mean, you did see that one coming, right? You can catch me in front of my computer writing while I eat cake. It's a gift.

Enjoy your New Year. Keep it safe. Keep it fun.

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My New Years gift to you

2011-12-30T00:03:00.001-06:00

I fear that as another year approaches, I still won’t find the answers I seek. It is difficult to exist as long as I have and not become bored with the partial intelligence that the smartest of the humans posses.

Case in point: New Years Eve is just a stone throw around the corner and many humans will get drunk and drive. In my humble opinion, that is intelligence at its lowest point.

Now, I know a lot of humans who do have an intelligence worth speaking of and for you I have a gift. My gift to you is Amnesty from my fangs this New Years Eve Weekend.

Happy 2012 New Year!

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Merry Christmas!

2011-12-25T12:05:00.001-06:00

Merry Christmas, y'all!! I hope you enjoy the Holiday with family and friends and get all the things you've wished for.

I'll be hanging with the in-laws--cause where else would I be?--and stuffing my face with food. Good times. I haven't hit up Santa for anything this year, but for god's sakes, don't be shy if you feel like sending me some pie. I will not hate you ;-)

One of my Publishers, Total E Bound, is having a huge XMas sale and I feel duty bound to let you know about it. My Para/shifter novella, Till Abandon is with them, so now's your chance to treat yourself to some of my dirty stuff. LOL.

I know, always gotta sneak in some talk about dirty.

Laters!!

Hops Galore!!

2011-12-18T13:15:00.000-06:00

It's been a very busy weekend and it's not over yet. I'm participating in two blog hops this weekend and it's been insane. I'll just point you in their direction and allow you to comment to win BIG!!

First Hop: The Stuff Your Stockings Christmas Blog Hop.

Today, Dec 18 is your last day to visit the over 190 authors taking part in this awesome hop and comment to win.

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Start at my blog

Second Hop: What's Your Craving?

Secret Cravings Publishing, is celebrating their one-year anniversary with a multi-author, month-long, hop. The event begins Dec 16 and runs through to Jan 19. You can find the complete list of authors HERE.

My post is up and you can still comment to win.

Enjoy and good luck!

Santa is a Vampire...

2011-12-12T00:31:00.000-06:00

I swear its true! Here is my evidence....

His favorite color is blood red....hello obvious one there

He only works at night....ummm duh

He is fast enough to get around the world in a night...okay vamps aren't that fast but hey he could be some special breed I've never heard of before

He can get into your head and know if you've been good or bad....a sip of blood perhaps and he knows all about you? Could be

I am not positive, but it makes damn good sense to me! Also would explain why he has never visited my house on Christmas Eve.............I would catch him and bite him for trespassing

More Wicked...

2011-12-11T08:24:00.001-06:00

Hiya, guys. Here's another peak at In Wicked Chains. It's at eXtasy and Amazon.

Everyone has secrets. Some people simply bury theirs deeper. Kingston Hughes is one of those. Painful childhood memories plague him, sending him spinning out of control and running from any kind of commitment. He pretends not to feel the pain and loneliness while indulging in sexual encounters with nameless, faceless women.

With the twist of a doorknob, his carefully cultivated façade is shaken by the woman he’d forbidden himself to need.

The daughter of a recently slain mobster, Elina Vicente has secrets, too. They weigh her down, stealing her strength and her dreams. She’s developed an unhealthy crush on Kingston though he’s never looked at her as anything but his sister’s quiet friend. When she walks in on him in a compromising embrace, Elina seizes the chance to move Kingston from her dreams and into her arms.

For only the second time in her life, Elina takes something just for her, but try as she and Kingston might, they can’t prevent their pasts from intruding. Shadows of pain and bitterness rise with a vengeance and the lovers will have to decide whether to break free or remain bound…In Wicked Chains.

****

She burst into the bar as Sasha entered.

“Hey, E. Been waiting long?”

Elina brushed past her and out the open door with a choked sob. She’d lose Sasha, too, if her friend ever found out about Elina’s feelings for Kingston.

“Whoa. E, wait up.” Sasha’s heels clicked on the ground as she ran after Elina.

Elina slowed to a stop beside her car and hastily brushed at her damp eyes.

“Hey.” Sasha settled a hand on her shoulder. “Look at me.”

Resigned, Elina turned slowly. Sasha removed her sunglasses and frowned up at her. The concern in her eyes made Elina want to weep even more. She hiccupped.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Movement at the club’s entrance caught Elina’s eye. Kingston stood framed in the entranceway, unbound braids around his shoulders, buckling his belt.

Sasha followed her gaze and frowned. “Did Kingston do something to you? Did he hurt you?”

“Get in the car.” Her friend opened her mouth. “Now.” Elina slid behind the wheel and started the vehicle, pulling away as Sasha hopped in and slammed the door.

“What the hell is going on?” Sasha buckled her seatbelt and threw her handbag in the backseat.

Elina bit her lip and sped out of the club’s parking lot. She eyed the rearview mirror. Kingston stood in the space she’d pulled out of, arms crossed, staring after them. Silence reigned as Sasha sat beside her patiently, glancing from Elina to the road ahead, and back.

“Lo siento,” Elina said finally. If Sasha no longer wanted to be her friend, she’d deal with it. She’d probably broken some kind of sacred law between best friends. Thou shall not lust after your best friend’s brother, no matter how much he stars in your nighttime fantasies.

Sasha sighed. “You’re scaring me. You know that, right? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Elina gripped the steering wheel to hide her trembling fingers. “I-I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.”

“What did?” Sasha’s voice rose. “Fuck, E, you’re not making any sense.” She twisted in her seat to face Elina. “Stop speaking in riddles before I smack the shit out of you.”

Elina’s lips twitched. Sasha’s violent side always made her smile. “I saw something in Kingston’s office. He and a woman. They were…”

“They were what?” Suspicion laced Sasha’s words. “Tell me and I’ll kick his ass.”

“They were…she was on her knees.” Elina swallowed and forced out the words. “Naked. Pleasuring him with her mouth.” She wanted to say, taking what was mine.

Sasha’s mouth rounded, eyes widened. “Oh.” She faced forward and placed her head back on the headrest. “That’s what has you upset?”

“It should’ve been me,” Elina whispered. Sasha stiffened. She ignored her friend’s reaction and continued. “I’m the one who’s wanted him for months, pretending not to care. Pretending.”

Sasha remained silent, staring straight ahead.

Elina glanced at her. “I’m so sorry. I know I’ve broken your trust in me and I understand if you don’t…” Her voice broke. “If you no longer want to be my friend.”

“Pull over.”

A wonderful gift this year!

2011-12-09T00:03:00.001-06:00

It’s an honor to introduce you to the newest Naughty Little Vamp.

Born on Tuesday, December 6, 2010 and an absolute joy this is Madeline Sage.

No, she’s not mine, but she has all the same courtesy’s and protection that any of my own bloodline has.

Welcome Madeline!

Free Read and a Sexy Voice....

2011-12-05T02:49:00.000-06:00

Its the Christmas season and I know how humans get all worked up over it year after year. So here you go, a free story from my author. She wrote it last year about this time and its still damn good. If you're into it you can listen to her sexy voice read it even if you check it out on her website. www.courtneybreazile.com

The Christmas Tree

By Courtney Breazile

Julie loved this time of year, the crisp weather, the white pure snow, the sights and smells of Christmas. It reminded her that there was still some good left in the world. After all the crap she got dealt throughout the rest of the year, it took a lot of Christmas to make her feel good about it all again.

Which is why she was trudging through a dark Christmas tree farm on Christmas Eve, she needed the peace it would bring. It would cheer up her deserted apartment. She still couldn’t believe that Travis had taken the fake fucking Christmas tree with him when he left. Seriously who did that sort of thing? What sane person would take the time to drag out a fully decorated six foot tall plastic tree?

Well he had. So she needed a replacement and she wasn’t settling for another fake. This time she wanted real. Real tree, real happiness and real love, she wanted it all.

Julie looked up at the stars shining that she rarely saw in the city anymore. “That’s all I want for Christmas, Santa…something real.”

Probably too much to ask for. She trudged on wishing she had thought to put on pants but thankful her mind had accepted she would need boots for this mission. Her knee length skirt was wool, but it wasn’t too warm and the fishnets underneath did nothing for her. Determination went a long way to forgetting ones suffering though and she barely felt the sting of cold.

She walked farther than she had intended in her search for the perfect tree. She knew she would recognize it when she found it. She saw it and gasped, a little brighter than the rest, straighter and prouder. As if it had preened just for her. “Yes,” she whispered and touched its soft branches. “You are just perfect, everything I wanted in a tree.”

Chopping it down was no easy task, but she managed, and only broke one nail in the process. Dragging it out was harder and she was panting and sweating by the time she made it back to her SUV. “Now how the hell am I going to get it up on top and tied down?” She had really not thought this whole thing through very well

“Ma’am, do you need some help with that?”

Julie startled and turned, finding she wasn’t as alone in the parking lot as she thought she was. A man walked toward her with a length of rope in his hands. He was a huge man, well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and blond hair that fell around them. He was dressed in jeans and a warm winter coat, much more suited to the weather and being outside than she was. She was almost embarrassed. He must think her an idiot.

“Umm, yeah, that would be great. I need to get this home and decorated before Christmas is over. Do you work here?” Julie had thought the place closed when she drove in, all the lights in the building off, she hadn’t paid for the tree and wondered if he was going to call her out on it.

“Yeah, I’m the owner and only worker actually.”

“Oh! I…uhhh…I was going to pay for it…”

The man smiled at her and her knees went weak. A smile like that could make a woman drop her panties in an instant. Perfect white teeth and dimples in his cheeks. His green eyes light up like a Christmas tree with amusement and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning audibly.

“Its Christmas Eve, Ma’am, I won’t charge you.”

“Julie, I mean…please call me Julie.” She stuck out her hand wishing neither of them were wearing gloves so their skin would touch. He took her hand and she felt heat through the layers anyway and she knew her panties would be damp now. This man was affecting her in unexplainable ways.

“Nice to meet you, Julie, I’m Josh.”

“It’s a pleasure, Josh.” Julie tried for smooth and seductive but his chuckle was less than reassuring.

I brought out some rope just in case you didn’t come prepared.” His gaze fell to her practically bare knees and she wanted to die.

“Thanks, I did overlook that necessity.”

He chuckled again and went to work, easily lifting the tree on top of her vehicle and tying it down snug. She wasn’t sure how she was going to unload it once she was home but figured it would work out somehow. If she had to she would saw through the rope with a steak knife and drag it into her apartment.

“That should stay for you,” he said and jumped down. “Have a merry Christmas, Julie.”

“Thank you, you too, Josh.” She really wanted to say more, but wasn’t sure what. Well she did know, she wanted to say, hey lets slip away for a little Christmas Eve fling. She just couldn’t be that type of girl so she climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key.

Nothing happened. She tried again, still nothing. She didn’t understand. It was practically new and there was plenty of gas, she had filled up before leaving the city. She tried again, knowing it was futile but unwilling to just stop trying.

Josh knocked on her window. She opened her door. “I’m not sure what’s going on with it.”

“Sounds like a dead battery probably. Come inside and we’ll call a tow.”

Julie followed Josh through the parking lot and into what she had assumed was nothing more than a small office. She was surprised to walk into a very comfortable home, small but nice and warm. One bedroom-one bath with a bachelor feel to the mismatched furniture. She hated to track snow through the place so stayed by the door as he picked up the phone, obviously unconcerned with tracking snow through with his own boots.

“We don’t get cell service up here. Doesn’t usually matter,” he said as he hung up the phone without a word said to anyone on it.

“Usually?”

“No dial tone…storm must have knocked it out.”

“Oh…” Julie said, wringing her hands, unsure what to do now. She couldn’t possibly invite herself to wait it out here, but what choice did she have?

“Of course you will stay here. Service should be back on in no time.”

“On Christmas eve? I can’t impose…”

“Really? You have another option?” He leaned against the counter and gave her a look that said cut the shit. They both knew there was no other option.

Julie sighed and started to unbutton her coat. “Thank you, I hope you didn’t have plans I’m ruining.”

“None at all. Was just going to sit around and wait for Santa to arrive.”

Julie relaxed and let a little giggle out as she hung up her coat. “I was going to do the same thing.” She bent to remove her boots. Her fishnets were damp and her toes were ice.

“You better go sit in front of the fire. What were you thinking going out there like that?” There was mirth in his voice but he didn’t laugh aloud so she didn’t snap back at him for pointing out her idiocy.

“I was having a bad day. A Christmas tree was going to fix it and I didn’t think all the way through it I guess.”

“Go sit and I will make us some hot cocoa.”

She watched him retreat into the kitchen and very much enjoyed the site of his tight jeans. That was the ass of a man who worked hard on a daily basis. The sight thawed her but she still headed to the fireplace to warm the rest of the way. She couldn’t see into the kitchen but heard him rummaging around. She slipped out of her fishnets, hanging them next to the fireplace to dry. She sat on the rug in front of the fire and stuck her toes up close. The heat traveled over her toes, along her bare legs and up her thighs, she couldn’t resist spreading her legs a bit to let it reach farther up her skirt. The heat touched her like fiery tongues and she closed her eyes as she absorbed it into her core, heating from the inside out.

“I hope you like marshmallows.”

Josh’s voice so close to her brought her out of her erotic daydream and she snapped her legs shut so fast her knees banged painfully together. She bit back a pained growl and tried to smile through her embarrassment. “Marshmallows in my hot cocoa are perfect, thank you.” She took the procured cup and moaned as the sweet spicy dark chocolate liquid filled her mouth and slid down her throat. “Oh that is good.”

“Thank you. It’s my own special blend.”

“You made this?” Julie looked up at him and realized he was fingering her fishnets she had hung. “Oh sorry, they were wet….”

“I’m sure Santa will enjoy filling these with treats.” Josh sat beside her with a grin and sipped his cocoa.

They sat in silence for a while, both soaking in the heat of the fire and the hot cocoa. Soon Julie was unable to resist parting her legs again, welcoming the heat that was licking at her knees for entrance. The sensation was deeply erotic and soon she felt her panties dampen and she was overly aware of the sexy hard man beside her. She wasn’t usually bold with dates, let alone strangers, but this was Christmas Eve and she didn’t want to be lonely.

Julie set down her mug and let her legs fall open a little wider, inviting. She leaned back, exposing her neck and giving him a good view down her sweater. She met his green gaze and smiled, flicking her tongue out and wetting her lips. “It’s quite warm by this fire,” she said and played with the top button of her sweater.

A rumble of appreciation vibrated in Josh’s chest as he leaned toward her. His lips gentle as they landed on hers, soft and pressing, asking rather than demanding. She parted hers eagerly, wanting more of him. His tongue slipped into her mouth, languidly caressing hers. He tasted like cinnamon and vanilla. Like a Christmas morning.

Julie reached up and grasped his long hair, holding his head as if he were going to try and get away. She moaned against his mouth, turning her body into his. His thick arms wrapped around her and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Her back warming from the fire and her front warming even faster from him, it was perfect. Her hands worked the buttons of his shirt down to his jeans and she pulled his undershirt up, wanting skin to skin contact.

His hands were teasing the skin under her sweater and she ached for him to rip the thing off. She arched her back, her skirt hiked up around her thighs and her cunt rubbed against his hard cock. Just a few inconsequential layers of cloth separated them. She broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. Once off she met his gaze again and smiled as his hands pulled her sweater over her head. She was so glad she had worn matching bra and panties today. She just wished they weren’t Christmas themed.

Josh smiled as he studied the bra, his finger tracing along the red lace edges. “Mistletoe?”

“Ummm yeah, they were a gift.” As if that excused her wearing them.

“I think it’s adorable.”

Her smile brightened and she leaned down to kiss him once again on the lips before kissing her way down his chest. She bit at each dark nipple then licked down his happy trail to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers shook as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his erect cock. She giggled at the sight of his boxers, red with green Christmas wreaths covering them. Her mouth dry she licked her lips and looked up into his eyes as she took him deep into her mouth.

He groaned and his lids half closed as she pulled back slowly. She loved that look on a lover’s face. The complete surrender to the pleasure she was giving them. It really was better to give than to receive in her opinion. Her cunt was dripping as she continued, excited by his grunts groans and thrusts. Her tongue played around the head and along the shaft then she took him full and deep again.

His hands slid into her hair and pulled slightly, spurring her on. She groaned around his cock and he pulled a little harder, using it to guide her head up and down as his hips thrust with slow deep movements. He groaned loud and pulled her off and up, smashing his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and taking. His softness from earlier was gone and she loved it.

Josh lifted her easily, standing them both up and dropping her back on the couch. He slid his pants and boxers off then pushed her skirt up, finding that her panties matched her bra he grinned. Then slid them down, kissing along one leg and back up the other. He buried himself between her thighs. His long hair tickled as his head moved and nuzzled until he found what he was looking for. His tongue flicked across her clit and she arched her back with a gasp. He pressed forward, his tongue covering her clit and rubbing against it as she thrust her hips up and began to pant.

His hands spread her thighs wider and she threw one foot over the back of the couch, the other hit the floor. She was splayed for him, wanting him to have access to every inch of her. His hand slid up, rubbing along her drenched lips. Slipping so easily inside, pressing through her cunt, curling up and finding her g-spot.

“Oh God,” Julie gasped, her hands gripping the couch behind her head.

Josh was relentless. His teeth grazing her clit as he alternated sucking it and lapping at it. His fingers worked in and out of her, always hitting her just right. Her mouth was open and she knew words and sounds were falling out but she couldn’t concentrate on what or even care. Her body was on fire, he was stoking it and she knew she was about to come.

She felt a rush of hot liquid and he moaned against her clit. It was all she could take. She screamed as she came, her back arching and her hands ripping at the couch. He didn’t stop what he was doing, just rode her through until she was still, and gasping.

He moved up her body, pulling down her bra and taking her nipple into his mouth. She was easily aroused again, wanting to feel him deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to direct him where she wanted. He obeyed, pressing the head of his cock to her cunt. He moved from her breast and kissed her lips, the taste of her cunt sweet and musky, intoxicating. As she sucked at his tongue he pushed forward, his cock filling her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding up into his hair and holding on as he began to move and thrust. Pushing deep then sliding out till only the head of his cock remained, making her want to scream in frustration at the loss of the fullness. She whimpered against his lips and he pushed in again, making her back arch.

Soon he was increasing the tempo, pounding now. He broke the kiss to throw back his head and cry out as he moved against her. She slid a hand down between their bodies and fingered her clit as he fucked her. She felt another orgasm building fast. She knew she would come as soon as he did.

He pulled her up to straddle him and he laid back, allowing her full control. She relished it, riding him hard and fast. Watching his face as his pleasure built, his Christmas tree green eyes darker now with pleasure. She continued working her clit and he grasped her hips pounding and pounding.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned, holding her tight as he came in her.

The rush of heat brought her over the edge and she came too, wetness rushing around his cock and dribbling over his balls. She collapsed against his chest and closed her eyes. The sound of the fire crackling and his ragged breathing filled her mind and lulled her into an exhausted sleep.

Julie was awakened by the sun blinding her through the open curtains. She was still lying on Josh’s chest. She propped herself up and saw his eyes were still closed. Pushing the hair out of his face she noticed his ears were extremely pointed. “Odd,” she whispered.

A sparkling caught her eye and she saw a fully decorated Christmas tree in the room that hadn’t been there the night before. She swung her gaze around and saw her fishnets that were still hung on the fireplace were now stuffed with small packages, a note attached to the top.

Dear Joshua,

I had hoped your silly retreat from the workshop would have been temporary. I fully intended to take you back with me tonight. But I see you have found something you were missing at the pole.

Merry Christmas,

S. Claus

“What the fuck?” she gasped and jumped off of him.

Josh jumped up and looked around as if he were ready to fight off an intruder. His eyes landed on the tree first then the stockings and note, he smiled. “Yeah it is what you think it is.”

Julie wasn’t sure if she should scream or pass out, she settled for giggling nervously.

Josh pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she forgot all about what was concerning. This man just might be everything she wanted.

Merry Christmas!

Not Myself Today

2011-12-04T12:00:00.001-06:00

This weekend isn't a good one for me; I lost my father Friday morning and the family is in mourning. I'm trying to get my head in the writing game but so far that's not working. Dunno what will.

In Wicked Chains is now on Amazon and I'm also fighting to get my wip finished. This week's Weekend Dirty Dozen is from another near-complete wip, Make Me Burn.

I didn't finish NaNo this year but it got me closer than I would've been otherwise. I'm trudging on. I'll try to be my bubbly self next time but no promises.

About Beasts

2011-12-02T00:03:00.001-06:00

Last time I promised to write about Beasts. No, I’m not referring to the hairy, snoring creature you might wake up close to in the morning. Neither I’m talking of your neighbor’s dog or the palm-sized spider lurking in your cellar. (You didn’t know about the latter? Never mind, when you’re through with this blog you’ve got more serious things to worry about.)

Today’s topic is the Beast, with capital B. It’s probably the best-kept secret of the Vampire society, or better put, it has been the best-kept secret until today. I’m sure not even Tamara is happy that I give it away, but we’ve already taken this path way too far to turn back.

There may be attempts of the Vampire society to repair the damage. I can assure you, those are futile. They may bite the occasional reader here and there – that’s you, by the way – but they can’t threaten me, and they can’t un-publish this blog once google’s web crawlers have devoured it.

So, where do Beasts come from? Beasts aren’t born, Beasts are created, and almost always by accident. When a Vampire bites a mortal and starts drinking his or her blood, there’s a certain point of no return. From that point on, the loss of blood is lethal. Now the Vampires have three options. One – leave the victim to a slow death. Two – drink his victim dry and kill it. Three – start the transformation.

Once the transformation has started, the Vampire must finish the process. Otherwise the victim will turn into a Beast. Depending on the level of brain damage caused by the blood loss, the Beast may be dumb as a brick or as smart as a wolf, but all Beasts share some characteristics.

1 – Beasts crave for human blood, and they will always bite to kill. However, if they fail to drink a victim empty for whatever reason, the unlucky person will become a Beast, too. See the trouble? That’s the reason why Vampires will do almost anything to get a Beast infestation contained.

2 – Beasts don’t care about ordinary injuries. They can take a lot and heal fast, like Vampires. If you want to know how to kill them, you might want to re-read the second installment of my blog, Ten Unusual Ways To Kill A Vampire. Those means usually work fine for Beasts, too.

3 – Beasts don’t give a damn about garlic, except if they’re Greek, then they might even appreciate it. I think I already told you that it doesn’t help against Vampires either, didn’t I?

4 – Many Beasts are in a permanent rut. They will try to rape their victims while drinking them dry.

5 – Beasts will not wear panties. It saves time.

6 – Beasts can hypnotize their victims not to run away… and drop their pants.

7 – Female Beasts will steal all shoes they can get their hands on. Don’t ask me why, it must be a kind of reflex that survives the faulty transformation.

8 – Beasts smell bad, mostly because they don’t wash themselves. The main cause is sperm and pussy juice. If you think this is distasteful or even worry about sexual diseases, I can reassure you. Once you’re bitten and raped by a Beast, you don’t care about AIDS anymore.

9 – Beasts are very, very fast and enduring. You can’t outrun them. If you see a Beast, it’s probably too late for you, unless a Vampire comes to your rescue. In which case you’re a witness of something they don’t want anyone else to know about. Can you guess where that line of thoughts leads to?

10 – The worst of all: Beasts often don’t have to fear daylight.

Luckily, Beasts are rare. But you should draw one conclusion – you’d better stay out of the way of Beasts, if you can. Stay away from Vampires, and you might be lucky. No Vampires, no Beasts.

If you can’t, try to at least enjoy the last minutes of your life.

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Happy Birthday!

2011-11-28T00:22:00.000-06:00

Happy birthday to my wonderful author, Courtney Breazile! She is still young and beautiful and still in her twenties! I won't say where in her twenties, because if I did she would be biting MY neck....hmmm on second thought....She is 29 today! Oh yes let her come and get me!

And for her birthday I will give her this....

dark chocolate lust...

Red wine love...

Happy Birthday ;)

Thanksgiving Cheers!

2011-11-27T12:00:00.001-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving! I know, late much? Well, this is my time so I hope you guts had a fun, safe and enjoyable turkey day with your family and friends. I did. Spent the day with the SO and the kid, cooked and ate like the glutton I is, then made the trek over to Queens where I did the whole eating thing all over again.

Good times.

Show of hands, who went shopping on Black Friday? Crazy people is who. First, I don't shop. I hate it. Throw in a stampeding crowd salivating over deals and you bet your sweet ass I'm in my bed snoring to wake the dead.

I don't do all that madness. Thank you very much. Everything I need can be found online. No getting up and getting dressed, and all the other hassles that come with stepping outside my door. The entire family spent the day in bed until late evning then we went to the movies, where, you guessed it, we gorged on popcorn and the myriad different foods in there that cost a freaking mortgage.

As you see, there's a theme to my post. FOOD.

I didn't really cook, just did the chicken and stuffing. SO does the majority of the T-day cooking. As is his right LOL, nah I kid. It's written into our partnership agreement that he cooks and bakes. Genius, no?

Again, I hope you all had fun and ate until you couldn't walk. It is what the day is about, after all. That and family.

Seriously!

2011-11-21T00:28:00.000-06:00

Yeah...this was the wrong weekend to decide I needed a night out. I don't watch tv much, try not to pay attention to idiots spouting crap I don't care about...human idiots anyway. So somehow I missed that it was the weekend of that movie...you know which one....Ya so I went out and they were everywhere! Dressed up like they were something to be proud of and giving off attitude like everyone should be scared. Oh man it was difficult, my fangs were long and I was clenching my fists, wanting so badly to take a few of them into an alley and show them just exactly what a vampire would do with their stupid little necks.

I resisted, but it was difficult. It helped that I ran into a group of girls from Tarquin's pack, they were all hyped up and eager and of course I can't go blood crazy around them, they have some of the biggest mouths...like a teenager on speed, every single one of them.

So I slunk home, unsatisfied....stupid movie ruined my weekend....

More In Wicked Chains

2011-11-20T12:00:00.002-06:00

Last week was the release of In Wicked Chains and I left you guys with the blurb so I figured this week I'd give you an excerpt. I'm generous like that. *please note, I highlited the excerpt because for some reason whenever I copy and paste from Word the text doesn't show up. UGH!**

“Why her?”

He stopped short at the soft question. Kingston spun around, wrinkling his brow in confusion. “What?”

Elina shifted. Tilting her chin upward, she met his gaze squarely. “The woman I saw you with. Why her? What’s so special about her?”

Of all the things he expected, that wasn’t it. He shook his head. “I don’t get it. What are you asking me, Elina?”

“Did I stutter?” Her voice rose sharply. “Why her and not me? Why?”

He burst out laughing. The surprises kept coming, didn’t they? Elina glowered at him before turning and stomping away.

Taking two strides after her, Kingston grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to look at him. “What the hell are you asking me, Elina? Why I’m not fucking you?”

Color appeared in bright spots of red on her face and neck. She couldn’t possibly mean it like that. She couldn’t—

“Yes.” She shrugged away his touch. “I’ve been here, waiting for you to see me as someone other than your sister’s best friend.”

“No.” One word, but his voice still trembled. Kingston spun away before she saw the reaction her words had on him, on his body. “You’re not—I’m not the person for you.”

“You are, King. It’s always been you. You’re the one I want.”

Those fucking soft words. “Don’t say it. I won’t…it can’t happen.”

“Why not?”

He faced her again. “I choose those women because I can walk away after the fucking is over. No one’s looking for anything other than skin on skin contact and no one’s fazed when I move on to the next. You’re different.” So different.

“But I want it.”

She stepped closer, laying a gentle hand on his chest. Too close to his thumping heart for his liking, but Kingston couldn’t move away from her touch even if his life depended on it.

His deepest fantasies where coming true in front of his eyes, yet Kingston couldn’t allow it. He’d wanted her for so long. From the moment she fainted at his feet inside his club, he’d needed to touch her. And now that she offered herself, he had to say no.

“Not going to happen, Elina.” He removed her hand from where it lay on his chest. “Don’t bring this up again.” He shifted away, but her fingers dug into his upper arm.

“Test me. Test me and if I don’t pass, we can forget it.” Elina stepped back and clasped her hands in front of her. Voice strong, gaze steady on him, she said, “I was made for this. For you. Only you can make me feel like this. Whatever you require, I accept.”

Available @ eXtasy Books

Honey - Part Two

2011-11-16T07:00:00.000-06:00

Coveringher fingers in the golden sugar, her thumb remained on Samantha’s clit, whiletwo fingers began to circle inside before pushing into her creamy depths. Herstroking began slowly, watching closely for her toy’s reaction. Her chestheaved, her hips rolled it was an amazing sight, so fluid, and gloriouslyerotic. Miranda could feel her own pussy begin to ache, in desperate need ofattention. She decided it could wait, she wanted to play some more with herlovely doll. Miranda retracted her hand, Samantha whimpered in need bringing asmile to Miranda’s face. She stood, quickly slipping out of her dress.

Choosingthe red dildo with a knobbed end, and the long feather, she moved betweenSamantha’s legs. Leaning over the woman’s body, Miranda used the feather totease her way down Samantha’s body. Miranda could only imagine how torturous itwould have been, her skin tingling with need, the feather pushing bursts offire through her body. She pushed the feather across the tip of Samantha’sclit, receiving a gasp of want in return.

Mirandalooked down at her glistening pussy. Fully appreciating the part of her ownanatomy she had never before explored this close. Her fingers slid over thelips, pulling then away, revealing a small hood and beneath the button of ecstasy,the clit. She kissed it gently, taking homage to the bundle of nerves thatseemingly controlled the world. Samantha’s body quivered and Miranda filledwith intoxicating control. She kissed the clit protruding nub again, this timeusing her tongue to tease the tip. The taste of honey tingled on her tongue,and a cry of bliss burst from Samantha’s chest ebbing her on. Miranda flattenedher tongue, licking the luscious pussy from bottom to top. It was a long slowlick before she once again teased the woman’s clit. Her tongue moved at amaddening pace and Samantha’s hips lifted off the bed. “Oh you are…yes…there it feels so good, don’t stop!”

Mirandacontinued the steady torture, grabbing the dildo with her free hand. It wasthen she realized she forgot the lube, shit!She rose, grabbed it off the table and coated the red dildo in it. Her tonguewent after Samantha’s clit once again, just before she pushed the dildo againsther opening. “Yes, please fuck me, yes!” Miranda inched the dildo in slowly, letting itfill Samantha with excruciating tension. She pulled it out just far enough to gaina reaction, and then pushed it in again. “Stopteasing and fuck me you bitch!” Miranda laughed.

“Asyou wish.” Miranda got off the bed, slipped out of her panties and placedSamantha’s legs on her hips before sinking down on the knob of the dildo. Fuck…yes… although she hadn’t beentouched, Miranda felt like she could explode at any minute. The movement sentSamantha into quivers of bliss and Miranda positioned herself to please hertoy. Using her hips she pushed the dildo into her pussy. The movement pushedthe knob of the dildo against her g-spot. She couldn’t suppress the moan and delicatehands pinched her nipples. Miranda pulled out of Samantha and then pushed backin. It was beyond imagination, she was fucking a woman and the pleasure wasunmatched. Her strokes started smooth and controlled, becoming hard and heavy.Samantha’s pelvis rocked with her and Miranda reached down, turning on thevibrator. Miranda cried out in bliss, hearing Samantha moan as well. The vibrationrepeatedly hit both of their clits with every stroke.

Miranda felt the tide of ecstasywithin reach, but she wanted to make Samantha climax as well. Pushing harderand faster, it was difficult to hold back, but Miranda slammed the dildo intoSamantha, pressing the vibrator against her clit for an extended amount oftime. Miranda watching the woman arched up and let go. She screamed and Mirandawatched her wave begin to crest, as soon as it was on its way, Miranda returnedto her stroking, extending the orgasm for Samantha and triggering her ownclimax. The waves of bliss washed through her, she thought it would never end.When Miranda returned to conscious thought, a mouth nibbled on her shoulder. Shecouldn’t help but place a passionate kiss on the sweet woman’s lips.

Hope you enjoyed!

Cuddles

2011-11-14T00:29:00.001-06:00

Hmmm sometimes even a vampire wants a cuddle. But when you ask a werewolf to cuddle...especially a healthy one that calls you mate.....you get more than just a cuddle. I asked Tarquin to sit on the couch with me and watch a movie, just hold me while the sun blazed outside and I was stuck in waiting for the pain of my existence to go away. He agreed, but his eyes started to turn yellow and his lips quirked up on one side. I know that look well, it means his wolf is close and ready to play.

I giggled, I couldn't help myself and my thoughts soon turned to something far different from cuddling. I love playing with his wolf, so I winked and ran, fast! He can't catch me at full speed, unfortunately in the house I can't get to full speed. So our game didn't last long, but it ended just the way I wanted...

We cuddled at the top of the stairs...after a good long exhausting fuck of course ;)

In Wicked Chains~Blurb

2011-11-13T13:16:00.002-06:00

Last week I learned In Wicked Chains, book #3 in my The Wicked series with eXtasy Books will be released November 15! Late notice but no worries, I'm psyched for you to read Kingston and Elina's story. I got the cover art a few days ago and I'm keeping it under wraps until I send out my monthly newsletter tomorrow. If you want to see it you can always sign up here. One lucky subscriber will win a pdf of In Wicked Chains along with books 1 and 2 in the series. Here's the log line and blurb for In Wicked Chains.

Two lovers will have to decide whether to break free from their pasts or remain forever bound In Wicked Chains.

BLURB

Everyone has secrets. Some people simply bury theirs deeper. Kingston Hughes is one of those. Painful childhood memories plague him, sending him spinning out of control and running from any kind of commitment. He pretends not to feel the pain and loneliness while indulging in sexual encounters with nameless, faceless women.

With the twist of a doorknob, his carefully cultivated façade is shaken by the woman he’d forbidden himself to need.

Honey

2011-11-09T09:50:00.000-06:00

Good evening my succulent cherried darling,

Our last encounter seemed a little one-sided and Iapologize for my arrogance. In retribution I have purchased you a gift. Come toWestin Plaza at 8 pm this evening, room 3918. You will find your gift waitingfor you.

Enjoy!

Miranda read the note overagain. The cab stopped, a moment later the door opened a hand assisting her outof the car. She nodded thanks, seeing Westin Plaza towering over her. A gift… It could be so many things.Could he be up there waiting for her, would she finally meet her mystery lover?Miranda Vela moved through the marbled lobby with ease and grace, refusing toshow any sign of the nerves bundling in her stomach. It sounded ridiculous thatshe had never ‘met’ her lover. They had touched, kissed, spoken with wordsbeyond thought and he had brought her to exquisite new heights of sexualecstasy, but alas she could not pick him out in a crowd, or tell you the colorof his eyes.

So why was she followinghis every command? What kind of pull did he have over her? She wasn’t sure but,every rabbit hole he’d taken her down thus far had been an experience she soonwouldn’t forget. Maybe that was the attraction, the excitement. She never knewwhat was going to happen and that was a thrill. She felt more alive now thatshe had in years, he’d awakened something insatiable in her and she loved it!

The elevator door closed, she pressedthe thirty-ninth floor and took a deep breath. What could be waiting for her, agroup of men, a group of women, a horse? She giggled to herself and theelevator stopped on the thirtieth floor. The door opened and a distinguishedman stepped onto the elevator with her. His eyes and hair were dark withstreaks of silver. Rugged features and a strong lined chin made her kneesweaken. This was who she pictured when she imagined her lover in the dark. Herbreath caught in her throat. The elevator stopped at thirty-seven and he movedto exit. He stopped, giving her a small smile before the doors closed. Shewanted to stop the elevator and find out if he was indeed the man of herdreams, literally but it was too late now. Damnit!

Ading announced her arrival. Miranda stepped of the elevator to a very plushhallway. She wasn’t sure, but it looked more posh that the rest of thebuilding. She followed the hallway, taking note of the room numbers as shewent. Reaching 3918, she hesitated and then pushing her fear away, she used thekeycard attached to the note. The door unlocked and she stepped inside.

Thesuite was one of the most beautiful places she had ever seen. A smile creptover her lips and she quickly explored what she assumed was the living area.The bedroom doors were closed. Miranda stood staring wondering yet again whatwas waiting for her. Damn him, he didthis on purpose just to torment me!

Onceagain corralling her uncertainty, Miranda stepped to the doors and opened them.Her breath stopped and her pussy immediately wet. Laid out on the king sized,linen and down covered bed was a gorgeous woman. Her hands were bound horizontallyacross the bed. A blindfold lay across her eyes, and with the exception of aglittering belly chain, completely nude.

Nextto the bed lay a table Miranda saw a feather, a bottle of astro-glide, severalvibrators, a dildo, a bear of honey and a note.

This is Samantha.

She is ready, willing, and allyours for the evening.

Have fun!

Miranda’smouth watered and she caught herself staring again at the luscious body laidout before her. The woman moaned, causing Miranda to jump in surprise. Up untilthat moment the entire picture seemed abstract. “I can smell your perfume,Cherry Blossom from Bath and Body Works, right?” Her voice was low and sultry.She moved her body on the bed like a cat stretching out in comfort. “My name isSam, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

“Iuh…are you—“

“Comfortable?Very.” Miranda could have sworn she hear the woman purr. Miranda dropped herpurse and kicked off her shoes. “I want to play…do you?”

“I…”

“Ilike to play, it is fun, I promise.” Miranda couldn’t move. “Let’s start withthe feather.”

Somethingclicked in her head and she smiled. This had been her fantasy and he made itcome true. A woman, all for her, no doubts just desire and wanting to bepleasured by her. Instead of taking the feather, Miranda grabbed the honey.Dripping some on her finger, she moved onto the bed. The woman lay waiting asmile edging her lips, her breathing deepening. She is getting aroused… Miranda swiped her honey coated fingertipover the woman’s bottom lip. Miranda followed the trail of honey with hertongue, swiping at the woman’s mouth. Her mouth opened, inviting her in and thewoman began a deep, thrusting kiss. Miranda broke the kiss, pushing herselfhigher than the woman on the bed before she made kisses and nips down her neck.Settling into the curve of her body, Miranda covered another finger in honey.She used the finger to idly cover Samantha’s left breast swirling the honeyaround and over every inch of the areola and tip of the nipple. Samantha’sbreathing quickened, Miranda drizzled honey over the right breast, using herfinger to coat the areola and nipple. With a dripping mouth, Miranda pushed outher tongue taking a long lick of the left nipple. The flowery sweet honeycoated her taste bud and she wanted more. Sucking the entire nipple into hermouth she sucked it against her tongue, laving the honey of the areola andnipple while still covering the right breast with teasing honey. Miranda became so wrapped up in what she wasdoing that she didn’t notice the effect she was having on Samantha until herpelvis pushed up and off the bed. Her whimpers were delightful to behold andencouraged Miranda to keep going.

Oncethe left nipple was sufficiently cleaned, Miranda moved to the right breast. Teasingthe area around the nipple with the tip of her tongue, the play riled Samanthainto whimpers and writhing. Miranda sucked the enflamed nipple between herlips, squeezing it before taking it into her mouth. Her left hand pinched,pulled and rolled the left breast, all the while cleaning the right breast ofdelicious honey. Miranda finally finished, and Samantha lay quivering, her mouthgaping for more. Miranda kissed her, sweetly before plunging her tongue intothe woman’s mouth. Samantha’s hips lifted of the bed, desperate for attention.Miranda smiled, releasing the woman’s lips and grabbing the bottle of honey.Aiming the nozzle over Samantha’s shaven pussy, she squeezed, letting the coolgel slide down Samantha’s lips. She gasped, Miranda caught her lips in adominate kiss while her hand spread the sweetened delight over and withinSamantha’s nether lips.

Working the honey into every crevice of the woman’scunt, Miranda came across the button she’d been searching for. Miranda lickedthe honey off her fingertips before frigging Samantha’s clit. Her body shiftedin delight, her hands clutching Miranda’s arms. “Yes, yes oh fuck, yes…fuck me baby!”

To be continued....

Stress

2011-11-07T00:30:00.001-06:00

Its a damn good thing I am not a stress eater, otherwise I would have taken out half the population of Portland in the last few months. I am sure you have noticed my missing posts and my somewhat half hearted ones that have appeared. I just haven't been able to put myself all in here lately and I am sorry for that. I wouldn't want my neglect to result in all you fun humans forgetting about me. So I am here, just a little reminder....and I will hopefully be back to my normal deliciously malicious self very soon.

Here is a little bite from my book, Blood Visions to remind you who I am.

A couple blocks and a dark alley later, Zyra ran into her meal. A sickly man was crouching behind a dumpster, shooting some kind of liquid into his vein. The man was so involved in feeding his addiction that he didn’t even notice Zyra was there until her fangs were piercing his neck. He went limp immediately and she fed quickly, his blood was bitter, tainted by the drugs. She wished she could have had more time to find a more suitable donor with cleaner blood. The human drugs had no affect on her, but it made her meal less enjoyable. Not something she would usually stand for, but tonight she was in a hurry.

Soon, she reminded herself, soon she would be drawing blood from the vein of her mate. The sweet tangy magical blood of an immortal, drawn during the height of passion, her body heated at the thought.

Zyra emerged from the alley with her mind focused on one thing, her mate. All the preliminaries were taken care of and now was the time for them to meet. She closed her eyes and focused on the picture she had seen in her Blood Vision. She saw the meadow and the moonlight. She felt the breeze and the soft grass.

Her eyes flew open and she started walking in the direction her senses were pulling her. She would be in that meadow waiting when her mate showed up.

Get it here: http://www.extasybooks.com/blood-visions-8/

How Sick Am I?

2011-11-06T12:00:00.001-06:00

I'm battling hell of a cold this week. Or is it the flu? Never can tell which is which. Either way, I'm O'Ding on hot tea, wrapped up in blankets and generally making the Mr's life a living hell.

I'm not a nice patient.

In between the sickness, I'm doing NaNo with Love The Sinner...AvrilA on there, let's buddy up. Plus I'm on my virtual book tour to promote Till Abandon. Sure, I can do these things while burrowed under blankets, but where's the fun?

I like fun.

My tour schedule is on my blog if you feel like tagging along...there's always a chance to win a pdf of Till Abandon. And check out this Weekend's Dirt Dozen. Speaking of which, I received my first review of TA from Sizzling Hot Book Reviews. Feel free to check that out, too.

A Halloween Menage

2011-10-31T00:26:00.000-05:00

A great treat for this Halloween!

Halloween Charm

It takes three to break the spell of a sorceress...

Out on Halloween at www.extasybooks.com

Also check out the contest here: http://www.courtneybreazile.com/page9.php?post=13

Amelia is tired of being dead, cursed into a cycle of reincarnation and death at the hands of her lover. She craves the touch of him, her murderer. She searches Daray out but finds Charm instead.

Charm is surprised by the ghost that she takes home. Amelia is more than a nuisance, she is an unexpected pleasure, a delightful sub.

Daray is shocked to find his love in the arms of another woman. Even more surprising is the way Charm welcomes him into their arms and bed.

Could this little charm be the key to breaking their lover’s curse?

“It feels so incredible to actually be able to touch and be touched,” Amelia whispered. She lifted a hand and stroked it along Charm’s face. “I haven’t been felt by another in almost a year. My only source of pleasure or feeling has been from watching others interact. It’s left me so desperate to feel.” Amelia’s fingers caressed Charm’s waist.

Charm’s gaze drifted down to Amelia’s mouth and she licked her lips, wondering what it would be like to make love to her. Would she like the rough play that Charm did? She was so beautiful, so obviously sensual, and so very dead. Charm’s body began to tingle, excited by the thought. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned forward, capturing Amelia’s soft lips with hers.

Amelia moaned immediately and parted her lips. Charm had always been a bold lover, always taking control and this was no different. She deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into Amelia’s sweet mouth, caressing and coaxing her tongue to play. Amelia’s hands clasped at Charm’s back, pulling them even closer together. Charm ran her hands down to Amelia’s plump bottom, forcing their hips to meet.

Charm felt Amelia tremble in her arms and Charm’s panties dampened. She moved her hands to the hem of Amelia’s shirt, slipping under it to the bare skin beneath and caressing up until she felt the lace of her bra. She never broke the kiss as she touched Amelia, moving her hands to cup her heavy breasts, feeling her nipples so hard through the thin material covering them. Charm pinched them lightly and Amelia groaned, her hips pushing forward against Charm.

“Oh God, Charm, it feels so good to be touched.”

Amelia’s green eyes were wide and she was panting slightly as Charm continued to tease her nipples through the lace bra. The pure enjoyment Charm saw on her face was intoxicating and she wanted to take it all the way, wanted to see her face as she rode an intense orgasm.

Happy Halloween!

2011-10-30T13:42:00.000-05:00

Got bogged down with writing a synopsis and forgot to post. I made it to the final stage of the Passionate Reads pitch contest, so I've been on the grind getting the requisite chapters and stuff done. Happy Halloween!! to you all and I come bearing gifts.

I'm part of the Bewitching Trick-or-Treat blog hop with over 100 authors, and we're all giving away books and prizes. The Hop began Friday and runs until Monday so you still have time to visit each author's blog and comment to win. You can start at mine, where I'm giving away a PDF of reader's choice of my backlist. See you there!

Also, to celebrate Halloween Evernight Publishing is having a sale on all Paranormal titles until Monday. You can pick up your copy of Midnight Seduction: Manlove Edition Anthology which includes my shifter short, Dulce: http://bit.ly/qGtUeU

And for more shifters this Halloween, don't forget Till Abandon available now at Total E Bound.

How To Become A Higher Vampire – The Examination

2011-10-28T00:03:00.001-05:00

Last time you’ve learned the basics a newly transformed Vampire needs to know. I also told you that, in order to join the Vampire aristocracy, you’d have to prepare yourself for the Examination. You came back, so you’re willing to do the next step. Good, but I have to warn you – this Examination is not meant to be fun, at least not for the applicant.

You’ve never heard of the Examination? Well, it’s supposed to be a secret, and before you’re granted access you have to agree not to tell anything to anybody. Which means that I’m taking a significant personal risk to tell you these things. Luckily Tamara approved publication, and she’ll be able to stand the heat, too.

Let’s get down to business.

What’s the Examination about? Vampires are a quite traditional folk. You already know that Vampires can un-live for centuries – but they only grow that old because they stick to their rules. Rebellious young Vampires perish like snowflakes in the sun. (Pun intended.)

Have you ever seen a Vampire shrieking or running around in panic? No, probably not. They’re supposed to keep the proverbial stiff upper lip, whatever happens. Vampire aristocrats have to maintain the appearance of the powerful immortal being that they in fact are, they have to show a certain level of dignity. In fact, showing anger or lust may be acceptable, but showing fear or pain never is. In order to join their ranks, you’ll have to prove you can adhere to their standards.

That should already give you an idea of what to expect, doesn’t it?

Once you apply to the Examination – which is done through your guide, the Vampire who transformed you – you will be told when and where to show up. You will not be late, there will be no excuses, no second chance. Failing to appear is like failing the Examination.

There are only three things you can do in preparation.

First, see that you’ve sucked some fresh blood. You should be as strong and un-healthy as you can.

Second, re-read the Vampire 101 I’ve presented last month. All the rules apply, and surely there will be many Old Vampires attending the Examination.

Third, undress. Yes, undress. You’re not allowed to bring clothes or jewelry to the Examination, not even up to the doorstep. You should also remove earrings and such.

This is how the Examination will work:

1. There will be a chairperson, usually the oldest Vampire present. That’s the one who’s got the last say on you, so stay on his or her good side.

2. You will be all nude in front of the assembly. You keep your hands to your side, you won’t try to shamefully hide anything. Remember, this is about dignity, you must look as if nudeness doesn’t bother you, even if the entire audience gives you lecherous looks. Of course, exhibitionists have an advantage here, and yes, showing a hard-on is acceptable.

3. You will have to answer any question by anyone truthfully, even the most intimate ones. Don’t appear as if you’d try to hold anything back, this might make things uncomfortable. By the way, you will be very well advised to unveil your vulnerabilities, as only those that you tell will be observed.

4. You will obey any order given to you, even if it sounds weird. Don’t talk back, don’t argue, just do it. Unless it’s causing you pain, try to be entertaining – and maintain your dignity.

5. Everyone may look at you, everyone may touch you everywhere. You want to appear helpful. Show off.

6. Everyone may have sex with you. If I would reassure you that it only happens occasionally – as the audience usually isn’t sexually starved – that would mislead you. Better assume that you’re so good-looking that everyone would want to have sex with you, any kind of. This means, if you see a cock near your face, give it the suck of your unlife. Remember, showing lust is appropriate, so enjoy! This will also reduce the chance that anybody wants to check the next point.

7. Everyone may test your pain tolerance level by almost any means – whips, bonebreakers, knives, heated iron etc. Again, this test shall prove that you can maintain your countenance, that you’re strong enough that you still could fight back, and that your self-control allows you to not fight back when it’s inappropriate, when you shouldn’t give away that you’re a Vampire. (It’s okay if you show little signs of pain here and there, you won’t fail because of that – but it may also entice your torturer to continue.)

8. If you have a foe in the assembly, for example an Older Vampire you’ve annoyed before, be prepared for the worst tortures mankind has ever invented performed on you, and unlike a mortal, you can’t escape by premature death. Neither can you run or hope for help by your friend – who is bound by the same rules that brought you to the Examination. Time is no issue, if it takes nights or even weeks, you’re stuck with it. So you better have no foe.

9. If you thought such endless pain is the worst that could happen to you, you’re wrong. You might find yourself ordered to take a mortal’s blood, all of it. No excuses – if you don’t follow all orders, you failed the Examination. Now think – what if you know the victim?

10. If you’re faced with contradicting orders or demands, there is only one thing you’re allowed to do. You may give the chairperson a questioning glance. He or she will then tell you how to proceed. However, this may annoy the Vampire who has to step back. It would be much better if you would show good judgment and at least try to fulfill the conflicting demands partially. Want an example? Well, if two Vampires want to have sex with you, do a threesome.

After you’ve read all this, you might think, why do it at all? There are good reasons.

1. All wounds will heal, all bones will mend eventually – the more mortal blood you drink, the quicker and easier, that’s why you should have sucked some blood in preparation. You don’t have to fear permanent damage, not even scars.

2. There will be no wooden stakes, no sunlight, and no one may bite you. No one may kill you.

3. You will not be given orders that are impossible to follow. However, an order that requires you to dislocate a joint is not considered impossible.

4. If you perform well, you may make friends at the Examination, or at least gain some goodwill. Make sure the chairperson gets a good view on your assets. Make sure they rather test your skills in sex than your pain tolerance, so be inventive! For obvious reasons, there is a sequence in the tests.

5. Once you’re approved, you belong to the Vampire aristocracy. Unexamined Vampires, even if much older than you, may no longer give you orders.

6. You may join other Examinations as part of the audience and have some fun there.

7. You’ve shown that you want to belong. This gives you some kind of family, and the older members might help you here and there, at least show you some tricks.

8. If you stay around for some centuries, you may have a chance to change the rules and make the Examination more comfortable. However, it’s easier to not change the rules, walk in to all the Examinations and have sex with the applicant until the would-be-torturers have lost interest, which also makes it more comfortable for everyone.

What will happen, you might ask, if you fail the Examination? If you try to chicken out or don’t obey an order? Nothing you’d like – you will be sentenced to death by starvation while resting inside a heated iron maiden, and that may take painful ages.

Eventually, a while after your wounds are healed and you got acquainted with some of the Older Vampires, you might hear of Beasts. Or you simply read my next installment.
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No superpowers, no impressive looks. Just her determination makes the difference. Don’t cross Angry April.

The discovery of a doomsday device in the heart of Denver has clearly told Zoe and April that they’re running out of time. They may have only days left to save mankind from annihilation, and they still have to locate their enemy. There’s no choice but to try something new, which may alienate Zoe from April’s side. Are the two women prepared to pay that price? And is mankind willing to let itself be saved? Or would that just be a pact with a different kind of evil?
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Votes Needed...

2011-10-23T13:00:00.002-05:00

I did something recently I swore I'd never do. I entered a pitch contest over a Passionate Reads. The prize is to get your first three chapters and a synopsis critiqued by an editor from at Ellora's Cave. Since I've wanted to get my foot in the door over at EC, I jumped at the chance.

First we had to submit a blurb only. Out of almost fifty who entered that first round, ten were chosen. I was one of those along with my M/M story Love The Sinner. You now have the chance to read the first chapter of Love The Sinner, along with the other authors who moved to the second round, and vote on whose you like.

Here's the blurb that made it through to the second round:

NYPD Detective, Gabriel Ashby would love nothing more than to bust Angelo Pagan’s ass and lock him up, so why is he seeing the bastard in his erotic dreams at night? Never having looked twice at another man, Gabriel doesn’t know how to deal with his sudden and intense desire for one of the force’s Most Wanted. Everyone close to Angelo somehow ends up dead, with the smug gang leader standing alone amid the rubble.

Angelo Pagan can’t figure out the cop undressing him with his eyes and pushing him away with his words. Attraction to Gabriel is suicide and Angelo resolves to ignore the fierce chemistry…until a police raid goes wrong. He critically injures Gabriel, changing the trajectory of both their lives. Now, despite anger and resentment on both sides, the two can’t get close enough.

Their forbidden affair is threatened from the onset by lies and betrayal. They live on different sides of the law, unable to find a way of breaching the huge gap between them. With the authorities looking to make an example out of Angelo, Gabriel has to decide if it’s really worth it to hate the sin but love the sinner.

And here's your chance to read the first chapter. Scroll down to the list of author names and their titles and click on mine. If you like what you read so far, and want me to move on to the final stage, please vote. It would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks :)

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A Halloween story

2011-10-17T00:10:00.001-05:00

Well since it is October so I must share one of my author's stories that has nothing to do with me (grumbles and hisses) but still a damn good and super sexy story. So I must recommend it, Reincarnated Death Wish. It is particularly important to check it out now because its sequel, Halloween Charm will be released on October 31st from Extasy Books, yet another book that has nothing to do with me.....I must pay my lovely author a visit soon and suck some inspiration out of her....or into her....or whatever it takes to get her ass back on my stories this is just unacceptable.

Here is a little tidbit about Reincarnated Death Wish, and feel free to send my author emails about how much you would love to have another Immortal Council book out before Christmas...

Amelia lives each day with the knowledge that she will be killed on October 31st, her twenty-second birthday, only to be reincarnated one hundred years later. While alive she is haunted by dreams of passion she is never able to experience and death she knows is waiting for her. A demon is coming to kill her, and fate decrees that she will choose death from him. What could possibly drive her to ask for her own death—only the promise of her every fantasy coming true before the death blow.

"At eleven I heard him, calling to me. He wanted me to return to my apartment, he waited there for me. My knees went weak with fear and excitement, I couldn’t control the compulsion to obey, I had to go to him. Without a single goodbye, I walked out, mind numb to anything other than the task at hand, getting to my demon.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was doing something stupid, I shouldn’t make it this easy for him. If he wanted to kill me, then I should make him come to me, but those thoughts were fleeting and I could not make myself obey them.
Daray’s thoughts and desires filled my mind, and that is what my body obeyed, as if he were its true master. I was helpless to fight it, and I wasn’t afraid. His compelling me was not malicious. It was somehow comforting, as if a long awaited return. This is what I have lived the last twenty-two years waiting for.
When I stood outside my apartment door wondering how I got there, I almost faltered. I had a sudden moment of returned clarity, I wanted to fight, I wanted to live. I was not going down easy."

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And check out Halloween Charm on my author's website www.courtneybreazile.com

Till Abandon...A Preview

2011-10-16T13:01:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow brings the release of Till Abandon, my paranormal novella with Total-E-Bound, so I thought I'd give you guys a taste....see if you likey ;)

Book one in the Paranormal Security Council Series
All the power and killer instinct she possess can’t protect her from the claiming of one determined wolf.

They call her ‘The woman in white,’ whisper ‘Death-Bringer’ with their last breath, but no one knows exactly what she is. Not even Voltaire herself. The deadly magic within her is a living thing, able to crush anyone and everything with a blink. Abandoning the blood-soaked world she’s used to, Voltaire seeks out the one constant in her tired life-the green-eyed wolf in her dreams. She’s ignored the wolf’s call for years, afraid to surrender, but danger haunts her mate. He needs her.
Wolf-shifter Blake Montez is in the middle of a war, battling the usurpers intent on taking over his territory. Unfamiliar magic hums in the air, unnoticed-it seems-by everyone but him. He finds the source already under his nose, in his home. The delicate woman in white knows things no one should know, and the heat simmering between them is unlike anything he’s ever felt. His wolf recognizes her as his mate, though Blake remains unsure he can trust her.
Voltaire sets out to prove herself with time running out. Enemies are on the prowl, some foreseen, others remaining cloaked in shadow. She and Blake team up, fighting side by side, but in the end Voltaire might be the biggest threat to their love.

EXCERPT:
"Will you fucking die already?" Voltaire pressed the right heel of her gold Zanotti’s into the bullet hole in the man’s neck. The idiot keeping her from her date struggled—a futile effort, if she did say so herself. His cobalt-blue eyes stared up at her from his position on the floor, pleading for mercy while his body twitched. Wet sounds gurgled in his throat, then he coughed. Dark red blood flew everywhere, dotting the back of her heel and running like a red stream down the corner of his mouth. Pink tears leaked from his eyes.
"Damn it, now look what you’ve done." She lifted her foot off his throat to inspect the damage to her shoe. "I bought these today, specially for this occasion, and you go and fuck them up."
Men. Can’t train them, or horsewhip them in the middle of the street. What the hell is there left to do? Kill ‘em.
She knelt beside the man, who was getting bluer by the minute, and shook her head. "You know, that colour does great things for your skin tone." She grabbed the sleeve of his white shirt and wiped off her heel. Blood pooled under him, sinking into the plush, grey carpet. She glanced up at the digital clock on his desk. He had some fabulous things in this office—she’d take a tour of the house if she wasn’t so damned strapped for time.
Hah, strapped.
A dull buzzing started on the left side of her skull, annoying as a mosquito.
"Will you stop already with the fucking mind control? You’ve been trying it all night, and has it worked?" She lifted an eyebrow and projected her thoughts to him. Obviously not. You pissed off the Council and they’ve marked you for extinction. She bared her teeth. "Unfortunately for you, they gave you to me as a going away gift."
Tugging the bowie knife from her ankle strap, she slashed his throat with a flick of her wrist.
"That’s for taking up so much of my goddamn time."
She fished the disposable cell phone from the back pocket of her jeans and pulled off her black gloves with her teeth. Hitting the redial button, she straightened and stepped delicately over the body on her way to the door.
"Yes?"
"It’s done."
Voltaire paused at the threshold and took one last look over her shoulder to admire her handiwork. Damn, sometimes she astonished even herself. The married father of four hadn’t batted an eye when she’d sent him a drink at the bar then offered herself to him for the night. She gave him bonus points for not taking her to his marital home. Apparently Mr Moneybags kept an apartment downtown for his nightly hook-ups.
Fucking men. Is nothing sacred anymore? Sure, she’d been paid a couple of mil to kill him, but still.

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Things I fear....

2011-10-10T00:29:00.006-05:00

Sunlight- Umm duh right that one is obvious. If I didn't fear it I wouldn't have had Tarquin install all those handy things like shutters over the windows that let no light through.

Fire- Yeah this one has a potential of actually destroying me, though I could survive a pretty bad burn, it is still one of the few things that could take me down permanently.

Losing my head- Yet another one of those little things that would permanently rid the earth of my wonderful existence, not that anyone would want to do that.

Mean girls... Yeah I know this ones seems a bit odd, or at least unimportant compared to the others. Not so much deadly, but all the same, it makes me want to walk out into the sunlight so in a way just as deadly.

My wonderful daughter decided to take it upon herself to take over the care of two young were girls that were left without parents after one of the worst inter-species battles in centuries. So of course when she came to visit, she brought them with her. I swear they are nastier than anything I have ever seen. Tarquin invited a few young were girls from the pack over so they could have a sort of "play date" I guess. It quickly became an all out war right in my house. Not obvious, oh now and Tarquin claimed not to have any idea what I was talking about! I think he just didn't want to deal with the frankly scary little monsters in his home. It wasn't until the incident involving a chewed up leather skirt that resulted in an all out wrestling match between the girls that he finally agreed there was a problem here.

Thankfully Tarquin is a lie detector and as he made each girl tell the truth and run off crying, I felt relief settle over me until finally they were all gone, unfortunately Alexia went with, seeing as she was responsible for the care of the two orphaned ones. What is in her insane mind I will never know, love her though I do. I prefer a pack of weres who are out for my head to those sneaky mean girls.

Blindfold Me Excerpt

2011-10-09T13:17:00.000-05:00

To celebrate Blindfold Me being in Print at Secret Cravings, here's the blurb and an excerpt.

BLURB~ Thirteen years ago, Lyric Benson's boyfriend accused her of sleeping with his older brother then disappeared. She never stopped caring, never stopped hoping. Now, all these years later, Lyric is stunned to discover the new owner of her company is one Grayson St Clair, who never forgot or forgave her transgression.

Grayson wants nothing to do with someone he thinks hurt him so deeply. He can't let go of the past and he can't trust Lyric. It doesn't help matters that while on her watch, the Masonry company she oversaw was hacked into and the company's top secret client list accessed. Reluctantly, Lyric and Grayson team up to find the culprit, with Grayson denying their blossoming feelings at every turn. But when his brother appears, secrets in tow, Grayson will have to choose: live in the past or move on with Lyric.

EXCERPT~ In the elevator, he pressed the button for his floor by the time he heard her shout, "Hold the elevator!"
She ran up to him and their gazes locked. He allowed the doors to close in her face as payback burned in her glare.
Seconds after he walked into his office, Lyric burst in. "What the hell is your problem?"
He whipped around to face her. "You’re my problem!"
"What did I do?"
"Why didn’t you let me handle Antoni?"
"What are you talking about?" Confusion crossed her face. "I let you—"
"No, you didn’t. He deferred to you like you were the boss."
"So?"
"So you’re not, I am." He poked a finger in his chest.
"Is that what this about? Recognition?"
"No, this is about you."
"What?" She crossed her arms.
"Zinno had his hands all over you and you allowed it." He sounded like a child, but she brought it out in him. Jealousy rolled around in his gut, still foreign after all this time.
"You have no say in what I do," she said.
"I do when it involves my business." Who am I trying to convince?
"You know what? I’m out of here." She turned toward the door.
"Is this what you do? Use your body to get your way, like you did with my brother?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to call them back.
"What did you say?" She whirled to face him, rage blazing out of control as she advanced on him.
"You heard me."
"You son of a bitch!"
He had the chance to move aside or block her, but he didn’t. A resounding smack echoed when her palm connected with his cheek.
Shit.
Grayson licked his lips, tasted blood. She packed quite a wallop. His face throbbed as if hit by a two-by-four. He squinted at her and flexed his jaw. The anger in her eyes mixed with something else. Something a lot like the need pulsing through him. He stepped back, but she came forward.
"You’re bleeding," she whispered, her gaze centered on his mouth.
He cursed silently. Doesn’t she realize her effect on me? The rage and fury from moments ago melted away from her. He wanted them back. Those he knew how to deal with, not the need in her eyes. He wanted for things he had no business wanting.
Grayson backed away. She cupped his jaw the same time his thighs connected with his desk. Nowhere to go.
The heat in her touch singed him and he reached up to pull her hand away. At least he intended to, but her thumb stroked his bottom lip and he found himself holding her hand in place as he pressed his cheek to her palm.
Her eyes flew to his, searching for things he could ill afford to let her find. She opened her mouth, but before she spoke, his free hand clutched her nape and he hauled her into his arms. With a dip of his head, he took her mouth, because he had no choice.
He kissed her, tasted her sweetness. Lyric sobbed low in her throat. Her lips trembled and her hands slid around his neck. He reversed their positions, leaning her against his desk.

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Newly transformed Vampires 101

2011-10-07T00:03:00.001-05:00

As promised last month, this time I give some advice on the Do’s and Don’ts for newly transformed Vampires. A few points you may have guessed, but perhaps I can surprise you here and there?

Obey superior Vampires. Failing to observe this rule may have you killed quicker than a sunbath, and by "killed" I mean "permanently removed from your undead existence". Who’s superior? Initially, you’d better regard all other Vampires as superior. I give you a clue: You won’t have inferiors until you’ve transformed your first victim yourself.
Stay out of the sunlight. That also applies to indirect sunlight redirected by mirrors. If you’ve read my previous blog entry "You’ve decided to become a Vampire – How To Do It?", your daytime hideout is prepared, otherwise you’re in trouble now. It hurts if you don’t watch out, but sunlight won’t kill you quickly. There’s a reason why exposing a Vampire to the sun is the penalty for the worst things a Vampire could do. Like annoying a Vampire aristocrat, and that leads to…
Do not annoy Vampire aristocrats. They are used to have their way, and there’s a certain amount of relentlessness (or stubbornness) involved.
Get used to drink blood. Regular consumption of blood will not only keep you alive, but will also allow you to retain your self-control – which you need to obey the rules. But drinking blood isn’t as easy as you might think.
You can do what Vampires have done all the time: bite a victim and suck blood. That’s messy, and your victim won’t like it, unless you command the tricks that come with being a Vampire (see below). You might accidentally kill your victim, which will get you in trouble with the local authorities, which in turn will draw attention to your new way of unlife, which in turn will annoy superior Vampires. Or you don’t kill your victim, but leave it severely drained of blood and with two very telltale marks on their necks. Or you might accidentally start the transformation of your victim – but as you don’t know how it works, you might create a Beast. Never heard of that? Guess why.
You can try to raid a human blood depot, which again will alert the local authorities. You can try to feast on animal blood. That will work, but it tastes awful, so I’ve been told. Perhaps it’s the best way for a newbie, though, and that’s what I mean: better get used to it.
Avoid people with pointy wooden stakes. You may have heard that Vampires are faster and stronger, but that doesn’t apply to you yet, and you better assume those people knowing what they’re doing.
Find out your vulnerabilities. Sunlight and wooden stakes are not the only threats to Vampires, but the only ones that are shared among all. There are other vulnerabilities, which apply to some Vampires and not to others. Like holy symbols, holy water or garlic. For example, Greek Vampires like garlic, and a cross doesn’t mean a thing to Chinese Vampires. Instead the latter are very vulnerable to Dragon fire and Dragon claws. And you? Who knows, for example you might find out that you can be hurt by root beer. You should better know before getting sprayed by an exploding can.
Learn to command Vampire tricks. Start with the easy ones, like disappearing from mirrors*. Try to hypnotize other people, to make them stop or stand on one leg. Don’t try to bite them yet! Try to run faster, make sharp turns at full speed, come to a halt in an instant. Try to walk the ceiling, but start over a soft mattress. Practice extracting and retracting your fangs. Don’t try to transform into a bat yet, you wouldn’t like to get stuck halfway. Ask for advice on this one. Also ask for advice on how to make a victim forget being bitten and how to make the fang marks heal.
Be considerate about the way you dress up. Check my May blog entry "What To Wear At A Vampire Ball", these rules may also help you in your everynight unlife.
Don’t have sex during the first month. That rule may sound hard – especially as you’ll soon find out that your breasts feel firmer or your cock larger and you’re more easily aroused – but you don’t have the necessary self-control yet, and you don’t want to have an accident. Vampire sex usually comes with some biting. Oh, you didn’t notice while you were a mortal? See – you still need to learn a lot!
Don’t frown upon stale smell – that’s an Old Vampire you don’t want to annoy.
Stay with the Vampire who transformed you. He/she will guide you and teach you.
Go to work regularly. Yes, of course the night shifts only. You need to pay your landlord yourself, don’t expect anyone else to do that for you. Vampires, even the lesser ones, are expected to be self-dependent.
Learn the rules. This 101 will take you some way, but your Vampire community may have their own specific rules, and you’d better know them.
If you’re female: Don’t worry about your monthlies. Never again.
If you plan to become a Vampire aristocrat, and you don’t have a highborn sponsor, prepare yourself for the Examination. I’ll elaborate on that next month.

* I might have fooled you with this one: it comes automatically. But it may have given you a feeling of early success, didn’t it?

Coming Soon:

Lioness’' Dream

http://www.extasybooks.com/lioness-dream

The discovery of a doomsday device in the heart of Denver has clearly told Zoe and April that they’re running out of time. They may have only days left to save mankind from annihilation, and they still have to locate their enemy. There’s no choice but to try something new,which may alienate Zoe from April’s side. Are the two women prepared to pay that price? And is mankind willing to let itself be saved? Or would that just be a pact with a different kind of evil?

October

2011-10-03T00:36:00.000-05:00

I have a love hate relationship with this month. It is amusing at times to walk around and see the displays of what humans think we should be. Some super sexy, some disgustingly ugly. All so far off from the reality of us. No human could ever capture all that we vampires are. Our beauty, grace and deadliness is unmatched and un-imitateable. It gives me a laugh to see them try though, for a while. Of course by the end of October I am so sick of all the idiots around my fangs start to ache.

If I make it through the month without biting anyone, it will be a feat. Perhaps I need some motivation to not take out a few of the annoying imitators....if you can think of a reason I shouldn't, let me know.

Partying at Goddess Fish Today!

2011-10-02T12:00:00.001-05:00

Today I'll be over at the Goddess Fish Party site, showcasing my upcoming release, Till Abandon. This is my first paranormal novella, so I'm anxious to see how it's received. I hope you can join me. A lucky winner will win their choice of my backlist.

And in other happy news, BLINDFOLD ME is officially in PRINT! I am totally stoked...

Ready, Willing and Waiting...

2011-09-28T05:00:00.000-05:00

God definitely has a sense of humor, for the simple reason that Men hit their sexual peak at 19-25 and Women hit theirs 35-48. What is up with that?

So now I am all fired up (something most men complain they cannot find)

I am a thirty-six year old healthy active woman. I have always had a moderately active sex life but on my thirty-sixth birthday it all seemed to change. I went from--Sex is wonderful-- to FUCK ME, God I am so Horny!

This, mind you, is not an exaggeration. I have gone from being a sated woman with sex once a week to having to masturbate at least three times a day. I am into porn, toys, erotic fiction, and not the warm and fuzzy romantic stuff anymore. I am turned on by the most random ass stuff that I would have never ever thought I would be in to.

I want to experiment, I want to have multiple orgasms and fuck all night long. I want to watch other people fuck all night long. I want to eat out my lovers ass and make them scream for more. I want to hold a hard cock in my hand and torture my lover into submission with it. I want to give my lover such erotic fantasies that every time they see me they cannot keep their hands off me.

Apparently this is a lot for a girl to ask.

This has also spawned my creative juices in erotic writing. Living out my fantasies via my characters. I had never been inspired to break out of my box of hetero sexual romance, but recently I have been reading Male on Male, Lesbian, Bi-Sexual, Three’s, Fours, Anonymous, Sci-Fi, Japanese, well you get the idea…

So, in the hope there are others like me I have decided to share my journey of lust, decadence, and the search for the fevered abyss. Your comments, suggestions and letters are always welcome.

Contest Ending Soon!

2011-09-26T00:12:00.000-05:00

First off I will apologize for being so absent lately. I have missed blogging, but I know you were in good hands with my wonderful author the last few weeks. Today, however, I am back! I am almost not in a bad mood....lets just say I have been dealing with a lot of pains in my vampire ass around here lately. Neighbors, daughters, werewolves....yeah I need a vacation!

Today I just want to give a quick hello and tell you to head to my author's website blog to enter her contest, which ends at the end of this month! It's a fun contest too, all about menages and what you prefer. Me, I have done both, but think I am with my author on this one, read the blog to find out what that is ;) and enter her contest, tell us what you like over there.

Check it out here: http://www.courtneybreazile.com/page9.php?post=11

The 'Tough Chick' Dilemma

2011-09-25T13:24:00.004-05:00

If you’ve read any of my books—and if not, why haven’t you?—then you know how I like my heroines. Vulgar. Naughty.

Hard. (attitude-wise :))

I can write those women with my eyes closed, hands tied behind my back. I know those women, they’re kin. The easiest character for me to get close to is a naughty woman. One who’s in control of all aspects of her life and does what she does with no excuses.

Who I can’t write is a soft woman.

I can’t relate to those women, don’t know anyone soft and feminine and delicate. In my latest completed MS, In Wicked Chains, my heroine is damaged, physically and mentally, and insecure in her attempts to get the man she wants. I had no idea how to relate to her. I’d never been in that position, didn’t know anyone who’d been in that situation. It took me several false starts to even get this story rolling and when it did, I was never confident in it.

Another first for me.

I needed some serious hand holding during the entire writing process. My betas worked some crazy overtime with me.

I have nothing against the soft and feminine heroines, they just aren’t my kinda gals. I like ‘em dirty. I like them nasty. I like them naughty.

So you know I had to go back to that. I went all out with my heroine in my October 17 release, Till Abandon. Threw in some kinks, some paranormal and a wereshifter for good measure.

Just to show you I wasn’t playing around ;)

In Till Abandon, my heroine Voltaire is a dominant personality. Killer, really. She takes charge in all aspects of her life. When she does, she isn’t adverse to some equipment. She was so much fun to write, the most fun yet and I pushed myself beyond some of my boundaries; sex scene-wise.

Two different characters, personalities, and stories. These women couldn’t be further apart on the spectrum, but I still love them…albeit differently and I’m quite happy and satisfied with how they each turned out.

**One of my Publisher's, Evernight Publishing, is celebrating it's first birthday with an author hop and giveaway on Sept 25-Oct 2nd. Visit my blog for info on how you can win a copy of Make Me Sweat, plus a Kindle, $50.00 in cash, a $40.00 Everngiht GC and other author prizes.

***Blindfold Me will be available in PRINT! in a few days***

Another Menage!

2011-09-19T00:02:00.000-05:00

Zyra is a slacker, but this week that is okay because I am here to tell you about my latest release! Another menage story, the second one for this month...yummy....and my first release with Total-e-Bound publishing. Temporary Treats is an MMF menage in Total-e-Bound's Tempting Temps collection.

"This sweets shop has something to satisfy every desire..."

Check it out at www.total-e-bound.com

And there is a contest going on at my website blog! www.courtneybreazile.com don't forget to enter!

"The temp agency sends Tawnie to a high end sweets shop. She doesn't expect to be tempted by so much more than just chocolates. Two men and a chocolate orgasm later, she may be ready to re-evaluate her idea of a satisfying relationship."

I'm Back and I Missed You!!

2011-09-14T06:25:00.006-05:00

So yes I disappeared for a bit, and I apologize. The world does that sometimes you know?

I have been in the “depths of despair” as one of my favorite characters would say. It has been a rough time but I will survive. SO! I have a new book out, Ever the Same which is my first romantic paranormal thriller! I hope you decided to put it on your to-read list.

Here is a feisty excerpt from Ever the Same, book one of the Soul Mate Chronicles.

“Where are we,” Heather asked stepping around the brush, trying to keep up with Rachel’s stride.

“A farm about ten miles out of town,” Rachel opened the door to the darkened barn and stepped inside. The sun was setting and a shimmer of reflective sun bounced over the walls. She stopped, rubbing her hands together. Heather watched intently and as Rachel separated her hands a small ball of brilliant light appeared. It floated just above them illuminating their immediate surroundings. Heather knew all of the agents. She saw them regularly and in a technical way she knew their abilities. Rarely was she able to see one of them working first hand. She and Rachel had joined the team at the same time and she considered Rachel a friend. God knew with all of the danger, secrets and traveling it was hard to find anyone to trust. Usually Rachel was fairly level headed, knowing her own limits on a case, but lately she was taking things to extreme and that had Heather worried. Heather hoped that accompanying her on this investigation she would be able to understand what exactly was so different about this case.

“There.” Rachel said as she moved to her left.

Heather watched as Rachel knelt on the ground touching a small bloodstain reflectively and then stood taking two steps back.

“Stand right behind me.” Rachel said sternly waiting patiently for Heather to comply. Heather took position behind her as Rachel raised her hands out to either side and closed her eyes. The same small light fell in front of them. Flashing, it steadily grew becoming a huge luminescent stream of energy.

Rachel began to manipulate the energy and abruptly it flashed upward shining light on the surrounding area. Heather thought she saw something menacing in the area just in front of them and she instinctively jumped back. She tried to ignore it, blaming it on inexperience and paranoia but her curiosity got the better of her. Staring ahead wanting the energy to flash again, she hoped to quell her fears that there was something there. The energy flashed brightly again, and Heather did the only thing she could. Scream.

Rachel felt it as soon as she stepped out onto the Ecuadorian ground. Hoping that she would see it before Heather, unfortunately it was not the case. She heard the scream erupt from behind her, and threw Heather to the ground. She spun and ducked, hearing a wave of flames overhead. Rachel rolled off Heather and onto her back before sending a psi burst into the darkness. An ear piercing monstrous wail erupted and she jumped to her feet.

She searching the area but saw nothing. Rachel straightened her back and closed her eyes trying a different approach. She felt a flash of energy tingle her spine and she spun pushing her energies toward it. A howling wail from the unseen entity confirmed a direct hit. Rachel did not drop her guard and abruptly felt heat on her back. Turning with a high kick, she connected with flesh in turn revealing its monstrous form.

The entity was covered in what seemed to decomposing flesh and dripping with an orange like slime. Its huge body was topped with a head resembling that of a mutilated dragon, its mouth reaching around its face with dagger like teeth.

Rachel took a step back surveying its broad torso and long tentacle arms. Having seen enough Rachel blasted forward with a visible sphere of energy that burst on the torso of the beast making it wail yet again. Rachel moved to strike again but the entity vanished. Immediately her thoughts went to Heather, but she was too late.

She heard her friend’s screams and raced toward them. Within a few feet she watched in despair as her friend’s limp body rose off the ground bound by an invisible force. Frustrated and unable to attack Rachel watched powerless as Heathers body whipped in the air like a rag doll.

Rachel shot her hand above her head, a beam of light bursting into the night sky. The beast, realizing it was under attack instinctively dropped Heather, her limp body falling to the ground. “Rachel!”

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Good News...and Tears

2011-09-11T13:00:00.002-05:00

I had the best news in my inbox the other night from one of my publishers. I got it while at work, on my phone that kept freezing and not showing me my messages. The email was in my inbox sometime after 7pm. I actually read it close to 9pm. For me, that’s an abnormality.

After crying, and calling the Mr—waking him from a deep sleep, I decided to write this post.

I remember the days before I began writing. Days when the need to tell the stories in my head was almost painful and stifling. I remember when I berated myself for even thought about writing. No one cares. What makes you think you can write? It looks easy enough, but really, you do it?

Those weren’t words from anybody else. Those were the things I said to myself. Writing romance. Sure people do it, but me?

Something comes over me at the thought of books and words and characters. My characters take over my soul. Steal my breath. They make my heart race.

The other night I was reminded of why.

The other night I was rewarded for that by becoming eligible for PAN membership in the RWA. Now, I don’t belong to the organization, but I still get the enormity of it. Make Me Sweat sold over 800 copies from June to September. Dude!

Not that I needed that to know. Just having my books liked by one person was enough. But I’ll take the good reviews and own the bad ones, I’ll take them all. The spotlights and interviews help. My peers shout-outs are awesome, but it’s all on me.

My winnings. My failings. My highs. And the lows. My words, my blood, my sweat, my tears. The happy ones. The sad ones. The painful ones too.

My escape has always been between the pages of a book. Do you know what it does to me that I can provide the same thing for another person? It’s huge.

My childhood wasn’t pretty, in fact it was fucked in a lot of ways. But yet in others, I had happiness and peace. I had a mother who loved books despite having dropped out of school at 15. She always had books around. Always. We read the same things, until she started hiding her explicit romances from me J

Best believe I found them.

Of all the kids my mother had, none are like me. They all could care less about a freaking book, but they don’t tease me too bad about my thing. I’ve always been that way, you see.

The Mr. hates the time I spend on the computer because it takes away from family time, from he time. He does his best to understand, to support, but I haven’t made it easy.

That call I made to him may have eased his misgivings a little…I’m just saying.

I have a love affair with the people in my head, they keep me sane while driving me crazy. It’s a beautiful thing so when you get the news like I got, there’s nothing to do but cry. There’s a crazy-ass smile on my face and I don’t think it’ll be going away for a while.

Readers, you are my peeps. I get you. I know you. I love you.

Writers, I feel y’all. The struggles, the doubts, the fears. They all melt away once we start tapping those keys, don’t they?

A very hot menage!

2011-09-05T00:41:00.000-05:00

My wonderful author has just released a very hot FFM menage story. It brings together a tattoo lady from a circus, a smoking hot model and a sexy photographer. The Prop

This prop was made to be played with...

Kat has been The Tattoo Lady for five years and she has been propositioned for nearly everything by paying customers outside her cage. Devon’s proposition is something new, to be a prop in a photo shoot. She accepts and is delighted to find the model she will act as prop for is a beautiful woman. Tiffany is entranced by the exotically erotic woman and would do anything to run her fingers over those lines of ink.

Their photo shoot leads to drinking and a threesome that none of them can forget. Can Kat risk her place among the freaks of the circus for the chance of meeting them again? Is there any hope of another night in their arms?

EXCERPT

Kat got into her zone and performed. She stretched and strutted and displayed herself in the background as Tiffany did the same near the bars. Devon took what seemed like a million pictures before making any comment at all.

“Kat, I need you to get closer to her, maybe like you’re sneaking up. Tiffany, I want you to look a little desperate, hold the bars tight like you really want out.”

He started snapping pictures again and Kat crouched, creeping forward then got to her hands and knees, crawling toward Tiffany. She was so close and her thoughts began to get wicked. She stuck out a tongue and dragged it up the side of Tiffany’s leg. Tiffany’s leg stiffened, but she didn’t give much more reaction than that and Devon kept taking pictures, so Kat didn’t stop until she reached Tiffany’s dress.

She turned to the camera then, one hand slipping up Tiffany’s leg and under her dress, she bared her fangs.

“Perfect,” Devon whispered as the camera flashed.

Kat stood then, towering over Tiffany she put her hands on the bars, mimicking Tiffany’s stance like a shadow. Then she bent her head and pressed her lips to Tiffany’s bare shoulder. She wasn’t positive, but she thought she heard a small moan from Tiffany. Kat stepped back as Tiffany slid to her knees and stuck one leg out between the bars.

Feeling more and more turned on, Kat stretched and posed close to Tiffany, touching her as much as she could without being obvious. Tiffany didn’t seem to mind, but Kat didn’t know if that was all a part of the modeling thing or not. She never reached out and touched Kat, never initiated but seemed very accepting.

Devon finally lowered the camera and they both stopped posing, walking up to the bars and waiting for instruction. “I think I want to do a few from the other side now.”

“Wow, that was fun,” Tiffany said with a bright smile. “Devon always has interesting concepts for photo shoots, but I think you might be my favorite.”

Kat’s heart started to beat faster and she felt heat flush her body, Tiffany did seem to like how Kat had been touching her. “It is quite fun,” Kat agreed, her voice a little husky. She had to bite her lip to keep from giggling after she spoke. She hoped Devon would hurry up, he was taking far too long and she wanted an excuse to touch Tiffany some more.

Devon walked in then. “I want to get some from behind, so do what you were doing before as if I was still on the other side.”

They posed like that for a while and Kat’s mind wouldn’t stay off of Tiffany’s curves. Without being able to see Devon taking pictures of them, she almost felt like they were alone. She had to stop herself a few times from reaching out and really grabbing her, turning her around and seeing if there was as much lust on Tiffany’s face as there was in Kat’s body.

Devon cleared his throat and both girls stilled. Kat had her body pressed against Tiffany’s back, their hands clasped together above their heads on the bars. “I think I got enough,” he said.

They separated slowly and stood. Kat felt a little awkward, so full of lust and desire for Tiffany who was probably only playing the part. Her gaze dropped, afraid to meet Devon’s. She was surprised to see a very noticeable bulge in his pants. Her gaze shot up and she saw a wicked smile on his face, his eyes were intense on her for a moment, then he looked at Tiffany.

“That was awesome, you two were perfect together. I do believe you surpassed prop though, Kat, and became another model for me. Not that I mind, it was spectacular I can’t wait to see the prints.”

“Yes, it felt good, so I’m sure they will be great as usual,” Tiffany said as she pulled on her coat.

Devon started packing away his camera and Kat felt panic well up inside her. She didn’t want this to end, not yet. “Would you two like to join me for a drink? My trailer isn’t much, but I always have plenty of wine to offer.”

“That sounds lovely,” Tiffany said quickly.

Kat smiled at her, then looked to Devon. He tossed her an envelope she assumed had her payment in it. “I’m up for whatever you girls want to do.”

That was an intense little statement and Kat felt a little thrill. “Well then follow me.”

Get it here: http://www.extasybooks.com/the-prop-2/

Everyone's A Critic

2011-09-04T12:32:00.000-05:00

I’ve been doing the rounds trying to find myself a Critique Partner. I’ve had some amazing ones, but we’ve sort of drifted apart. I have a couple Beta Readers who I simply send my completed MS and they got to town, but I’d like to find that one person I can gel with, someone I can talk plot with, bounce new ideas off of, and generally create a great working partnership and friendship.

Is that not what you want in someone who’d be critiquing your babies? I’m very particular about these things, and maybe I have too-high standards, but I think my Critique Partner should be a friend. Someone I can trust to be honest, laugh and cry with me, and all the other emotions us crazy writer people go through.

I don’t plan to do any hand holding, or coaching some newbie on how to format their MS or what font to use. I can’t take beginners who think their work is golden and above reproach. My ideal CP would be seasoned in all things, including rejection and criticism. The finer points of grammar and punctuation should be known, right?

Ugh, you have no idea how many out there don’t have a grasp on where the quotation marks go.

In my need to find me somebody I can mesh with, I put my name on a list in one of my yahoo groups. Some people responded, but I’ve yet to get that feeling…you know, when you’ve found ‘THE ONE’.

Some people don’t need a cp. Some are okay with doing their thing and sending it right on to the pub/editor. Not me. I never feel comfortable doing that unless and until at least two different pairs of eyes have taken a closer look. My mistakes aren’t many, I write pretty clean, but I still make mistakes and I’d like to ease any unnecessary burden on my editors if I can by simply having another pair of eyes.

It never hurts.

I’m still looking for that special someone. That one CP waiting for me. I know they’re out there. I just have to keep searching. And hoping. I’ll never give up hope.

***Side note…sent off In Wicked Chains (The Wicked bk#3) to my editor today :)

You’ve decided to become a Vampire – How To Do It?

2011-09-02T00:03:00.001-05:00

Well, after having spent a long time with your Vampire partner (long from your mortal point of view), you might consider making your relationship permanent. And you know what that means. But don’t be hasty. Check the three steps to the Dark side:

1. Why You Should Become A Vampire (two months ago)

2. Why You Shouldn’t Become A Vampire (last month)

3. You’ve decided to become a Vampire – How To Do It? (this month)

You’ve already checked the lists, now you want to know how. I’m about to get to that, but first, ask yourself three questions:

One – do you really, really, really want to sacrifice your immortal soul and become an immortal, but still perishable creature of the night?

Really?

Okay, read on.

Two – what kind of career are you striving for? Do you want to become a lesser Vampire? Or do you want to become a member of the Aristocracy of the Night?

Let’s start with the would-be easy part. To become a lesser Vampire, you have to be bitten three times. That’s it, you think? No. For one, you have to survive the first two bites without dying. That’s not entirely trivial, you know? Because you might find out it’s hard to survive without blood. For two, after the third bite you’ll have to survive the transformation. The process is not entirely pleasant in the first place, and if you’re accidentally exposed to sunlight during the change, you’ve fouled it all up.

Right after the change, you need to drink blood yourself. You have to find an innocent victim, bite it, and suck out its blood. That’s the easy part – you have to know that, if you are able to overcome your disgust and really start drinking this warm, pulsating, smelly liquid, you’ll find out you can’t stop easily. You’re starved, you’re not used to it, you don’t know about self-control. You will drink your victim dry (of course without transforming it) and thus kill it. This is a sacrifice you need to be prepared for.

As a lesser Vampire, you have to stay out of the sunlight and drink blood from time to time, which you probably have guessed already. But that’s just the very basics, I’ll go into more detail with my next article, “Newly transformed Vampires 101”. In exchange you usually get quick regeneration, enhanced senses and gradually more power.

To become a Vampire aristocrat, there are usually two options. One, you’re born noble, that is, your father was noble when he sired you and has been transformed later. Rather infeasible, ain’t it? Two, you’re adopted by a noble and the adoption is approved by (a) an assembly of Vampires or (b) a very high-ranking Vampire aristocrat. This will work best if your Vampire friend is that high-ranking aristocrat – again, very unlikely, you could tell from the smell – or is a noble and has the proper connections.

Still, the approval procedure will again be unpleasant, being bitten by your new fellow Vampires is the least trouble you’ll expect. Let’s just say it comes with a lot of pain and public disgrace, okay? Perhaps I’ll write about the Examination on another occasion.

You’re still willing to do it? Okay, last question.

Three – how much fun do you want to have?

You can let your Vampire friend do the entire process in a dark, little chamber. That’s an intimate way, and I can imagine it being nice. It may as well be that you’re left alone with your pain and your terror during the day – no fun.

Or you can go to a Vampire ball wearing a crimson scarf and apron. Read the related post if you don’t remember what it means. In this case you’ll not only have a lot of sex and bites, you’ll also make the assembly favor your adoption, as this shows you’ve already adopted the Vampire lifestyle.

STOP.

Now that you know that you want to do it and how you want to do it, you’ll go ahead? No. There are two categories of preparations you’ll have to walk through.

One – close down your mortal life. Are there any things you can only do in daylight? Like calling a plumber?

Do you have to give away your pet? Most cats or dogs won’t tolerate Vampires. Snakes wouldn’t care, and guinea pigs, well, they don’t know better.

Think of cancelling your fitness studio membership. Install an answering machine for your phone. Call your friends – at least those who might call the police if you don’t show up for a week or two – and tell them you’re on a vacation.

What about your job? Vampire aristocrats don’t work, but as a lesser Vampire you might have to, in order to pay your landlord.

Find a safe place to stay during the day. Safe means, no one with a wooden stake and mischief on his/her mind will find it. The best place might be a parliament hall without windows.

Two – get ready for Day One. Read your Vampire 101. That is, wait at least until next month.

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By the rules she’s established herself, Zoe appears guilty, and the death warrant has to be issued. She will never break her own rules, even if it means having to execute herself. Can April find a way to convince her soulmate otherwise?

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In the mood...

2011-08-29T15:08:00.003-05:00

I am in the mood for some angry sex....so here is a great scene from Blood Visions:

Her gaze locked onto it and he saw her hands clench in his wolf’s fur. The scent of her arousal hit him a second later and he let loose with a savage howl before he leaped at her.

He crushed his lips to hers, forcing them open and thrusting his tongue inside. His hands roamed her body roughly, pulling and tearing at her clothing. If he was going to have her, then he was going to have her his way. Rough and tough, not loving and mating. She wanted him and he wanted her. That is all it needed to be. Raw and instinctual, they were driven to satisfy themselves. No reason to fight it. Ones basest instincts always seemed to win out anyway. And his said take, take what he could without giving anything back.

She moaned against his mouth and her body rubbed against his unabashedly. He tore his mouth away and latched onto one of her perfect pink nipples. She cried out and dug her hands in his hair, holding him close, begging for more.

The sound of her accepting pleasure fueled him. He ran a hand up her thigh, forcing her legs apart. When he thrust a finger into her wetness, she screamed out in ecstasy. She was more than ready for him he realized with an all-consuming pride. He shifted his body and removed his hand, quickly replacing it with his aching cock.

Zyra grasped his head and he could hear her grind her teeth as if she were fighting the impulse to bite him, take his blood. He wondered briefly what that would be like, would it increase the pleasure for one or both of them?

Tarquin couldn’t understand the pleasure he got from her. The undeniable rightness of being inside her. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Each stroke shot lightning through his body, every whimper of pleasure from her lips ripped an answering one from his. Her hands running over his chest and back as he thrust over her was like gasoline to his roaring fire of desire.

His original intent had been to gain his own pleasure, not caring for hers, but that had all changed once he was inside. He needed her orgasm more than he needed his own. Never before had he cared about the pleasure of his lovers. Not this much. They had all cum, sure, but if they hadn’t, he wasn’t sure if he would have cared.

Not with Zyra, she had to cum or he didn’t think he would be able to.

Tarquin rolled to his back, bringing her to the top. She rocked against him and he dug his heels into the ground to steady himself, to hold back. He moved one hand between them and stroked her clit to pleasure her faster. She hissed, then increased the tempo, slamming herself against

him with more power than her small frame looked capable of.

Zyra screamed out his name and raked her nails down his chest in her release. He let go, taking his own release inside of her clenching body. He howled his ultimate pleasure up at the moon.

Find the book here: http://www.extasybooks.com/blood-visions/

Blindfold Me excerpt

2011-08-28T12:46:00.001-05:00

It's storming here in NYC..Irene and all, so I'll just leave you guys with an excerpt from Blindfold Me.

“Uh, Mr. St.Clair? We have a situation.”
    He turned around. “What is it, Ms. Benson?”
    She glanced at the floor then squared her shoulders and stared him in the eye. “Our client list has been compromised.”
    Silence filled the room.
    “I’m sorry, repeat that?”
    “Our system was hacked a few weeks ago. Someone has been soliciting our clients, trying to get them to switch suppliers.”
    “How long ago did you say this happened?” he asked.
    “About two weeks ago. Why?”
    Grayson took a deep breath and prayed for patience. “Why wasn’t I informed the minute this happened?”
    “In case you forgot, we learned your identity like a minute ago.” She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes.
    “Yes, but I seem to recall you being in contact with Richard this whole time. Why didn’t you tell him?” he demanded.
    “I wanted to make sure there was something to tell,” she said. “We knew we were hacked, but we had no idea why, or what the damage was, until three customers contacted us.”
    “That’s unacceptable. It was your job to make sure the company ran smoothly during the transition.”
    “I know that, but I had no control over the situation.”
    “Not good enough!”
    Hayden laid a hand on his shoulder. “Gray, come on. Take it easy. Let her explain.”
    “Explain? Explain what? That I’m now the proud owner of a company whose clients could jump ship at any time?” Grayson shrugged his hand away.
    “Our clients wouldn’t do that. They’re loyal to us,” Lyric said softly.
    Grayson swung around to face her. “And what the hell would you know about loyalty, huh? The minute they’re quoted a cheaper price, they’ll be gone!”
    She bit her bottom lip, but kept silent.
    Everyone in the room stared at them. Grayson turned to Evelyn. The secretary watched him with her mouth open.
    “Get them out of here.” He gestured to the workers at the table. “Lyric stays.”
    Hayden and Richard sent him questioning frowns, but didn’t say a word as they followed everyone else out the door.
    Evelyn stopped at the door. “Will you be okay?” she asked Lyric.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Lyric smiled.
    At that, Evelyn slipped out the door and closed it behind her.
    They faced each other as if on a battlefield, even though they weren’t more than a couple feet apart.
    “Explain yourself.” Grayson raked his gaze over her.
    “I already have.” She scowled.
    “No, you haven’t. You haven’t explained why you allowed me to walk into this situation completely blindfolded.”
    “Aren’t you being a bit overdramatic?” she asked.
     Is she for real? He stared at her. “Someone hacked the company’s system, accessed our exclusive client list, and is using said list to seduce our clients over to their side.” He breathed. “And the person who should’ve been protecting my company thinks I’m being overdramatic. Am I right?”
    “Look, Gray, I’m really sorry.” She touched his arm. Grayson flinched away and she dropped her hand. “I’m sorry, but we can fix it.”
    He brushed a hand over his face and paced. “Yeah? How do you propose we do this?”
    She took a seat on the conference table and tucked a strand of hair behind her right ear. A move so familiar, memories threatened to overwhelm him. Another time, another place. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it and focused on what she had to say.
    “The culprit has to be one of Ilsha’s competitors. There are only three in the New York area who specialize in the same type of products we do. I say we investigate to see which one is the guilty party.”
    He stared at her, at the familiar curve of her neck and inviting glow of her skin.
    “Did you hear what I said?” she asked.
    He blinked. “Yeah, something about looking at the competitors.”
    She nodded.
    “All right, I’ll have Richard look into it.”
    “Why him?” She wrinkled her brow. “I was hoping we could do it.”
    “We who?”
    “Me and you–us,” she said. “I’m the manager and this happened on my watch.”
    “You’re right, of course.” He shifted to the front of her, a move calculated to force her to look up at him. “I can’t fire you because of the sales agreement, so you’ll have to fix this mess,” he said coolly.
    “What?” Surprise pitched her voice higher. “What does the sales agreement say?”
    “Do you want to leave? Because you can, nothing’s stopping you.” He granted her a mocking smile.
    “Like I’d give you the satisfaction. I’m staying put, so answer the question. What did you mean?”
    Grayson sighed. “There’s a clause in the sales agreement by the previous owner. He wants me to keep on the current staff for at least six months. Anyone can leave if they want, but I can’t fire anybody.”
    Lyric pursed her lips. “If you had your way, I’d be long gone. Wouldn’t I?” She spoke the words quietly, head tilted to look up at him.
    “Well, yes. Especially since you practically gave our clients away.”
    “Bastard,” she spat. “This has nothing to do with Ilsha.” Her fists clenched in her lap.
    Grayson kept his face blank and met her gaze head-on.
    “You still hate me.” Her chest heaved. “You still hate me after all these years.”
    “What do you expect, Lyric?” Thirteen years of pain and anguish clung to every word he spoke. “You slept with my brother!”

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Apology...

2011-08-22T00:46:00.000-05:00

I was absent last week, I owe you all an apology....of course I won't give you one. I deserve a week off! Especially after the hell my author puts me through. I need her...safe shall we say and happy, so I do thing sometimes to assure this is the case. Like when she decides to traipse around in corsets and mini skirts at conventions! Yeah I saw that, I was there watching from the shadows. It was a nice break from some of the drama around here lately...ugh selkies being an insane pain and my neighbor...I want to rip out her throat! But I won't...I promised Paxton I wouldn't.

So last week I decided I needed a break...I know you all missed me terribly. Oh yes and I come bearing good news. There is progress on Immortal Council Series #7

New website...and other stuff

2011-08-21T09:16:00.000-05:00

I got myself a spanking new website. Made it over, it’s looking all spiffy and isht LOL I like it, but your opinion matters too. Check it out and tell me your thoughts.

http://avrilashton.webs.com

Also, my books are now available to be autographed on Kinglegraph. If you want mine or any other author’s, hit up the site. The direct link to request my SIG is http://kindlegraph.com/authors/AvrilAsh

Request away!

Lately I’ve been struggling with the idea of nixing my blog. Deleting the damn thing. It requires time I don’t have anymore, and I really don’t like the thing sitting there, taking up space. Know what I mean?

If the madness overtakes me, I may get rid of it and call it a day. Too many irons in the fire, not nearly enough time to deal with them all. Something’s gotta give and since my blog’s already being treated as the red-headed step-child, I may have to pull the plug.

We’ll see.

On a roll!

2011-08-19T12:49:00.000-05:00

Since my human quit smoking analog cigarettes, it’s been almost impossible to get her to start writing again, but I’m happy to announce that she has bounced back from her perceived depression and is now back in full swing. Of course, unbeknownst to her, I had to do a little mind manipulation. LOL

So, keep your eyes out for an all new Carly Bright and soon after that, we will reveal another Hightower book.

In the meantime, I have some left over book marks and trading cards if anyone would like one, send me an email with your snail mail addy and I’ll get it out to you pronto. Tamara@anniealvarez.net

Front of Bookmark:

Back of Bookmark:

Front of Trading Card:

Back of Trading Card:

Enjoy!

A Taste of One Wicked Night

2011-08-14T12:01:00.001-05:00

I found out this week that One Wicked Night is an ARe bestseller! To top it off, I received 4.5 star rating from JBPReviews last night. Awesome stuff all around. Thought I'd tease you with an excerpt if you haven't read it yet. See what the fuss is all about, eh?

Their tongues slid over each other, their moans echoing. His hard arms brought her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. Between their bodies, his cock grew thicker, harder. Her lashes fluttered closed on a sigh as her damp pussy purred its approval. One taste and she was hooked.

Myka wrapped her arms around his neck, then drew back and flicked her tongue over the seam of his mouth. He shrugged out of his jacket and t-shirt while she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. With his chest and torso exposed, she bent and flicked her tongue over his left nipple.
His breath hitched and his body drew taut as his blunt fingers dug into her scalp.
Feathering kisses over his chest, she ran her hands across the wide expanse of smooth, delicious flesh. His heart beat furiously under her palm and she smiled at the way he reacted to her touch.
She moved to drop to her knees, so she could get up-close and personal with his cock, but he caught her arm. Eyebrow raised, she looked up at him.
Sharp lines stood out on his angular face. ―My turn.‖ His voice sounded deeper, his accent more pronounced.
Myka straightened
"Turnabout is fair play," he growled.
Her eyes flew open. He suckled her nipple through the material of her top. Heat speared her pulsing core, then spiraled through her body.
"Ah, God." She reached up, untied her halter, then pulled out the pins holding her heavy hair in place.
Mr. Dark dropped to his knees. Her breath stuttered, the "Slippery when wet," he read the words out loud, then looked up at her. "Let‘s test that theory." His finger made its way between her legs.
hairpins fell unheeded to the floor as he went to work on unfastening her jeans.
His tongue slid into her navel and flicked over the diamond hidden there. Her stomach muscles contracted and her wet core pulsed. He pushed the jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs. Licking his lips, he leaned in, peering at the tattoo above her pubic area—her twenty-fifth birthday present to herself.

She tensed, then widened her stance. The hand on her waist tightened as his lips and teeth nipped at the soft skin of her belly. A thick finger slid into her. She gasped, inner muscles tightening around him.
"Fuck!" he hissed, the fingers at her hips digging into her flesh.
She rolled her hips, letting her head fall back. Her hands clutched his head as a wave of fire washed over her. He withdrew his finger and they locked eyes. He licked his finger clean, groaning at the taste.
Pulling away, he lifted her off her feet and walked a couple steps to tumble her onto the bed. He pounced before she stopped bouncing on the mattress, his mouth closing over a nipple, a finger plunging into her aching pussy.
Strangled sounds came from her throat, but she was deaf to them. She bucked and writhed. Blood pounded in her ears. This stranger made her feel things she‘d never felt. Took her places she‘d never been.
He added two fingers down below while his tongue glided over her nipple. Wet, erotic noises blended with her groans as he sucked. He bit down on her as his fingers scraped her walls, beckoning her to come.
The orgasm started at her toes, curled them and raced
upward, bowing her body under the force. Stiff fingers gripped the sheets as she arched off the bed. Her cries echoed through the room.
She fell back onto the bed, breath ragged, chest heaving, and sweat dripping down her face. He kissed her eyes, her lips.
"Condoms?" she asked.
Nodding, he got up to retrieve them, tugging off his jeans as he went. Lines in a foreign language were tattooed on his right shoulder. She watched him put the rubber on and swallowed. Her throat felt raw, overused. He crawled back up her body, his fingers once again dipping between her legs. She spread them wide, a fresh rush of heat pouring from her.
He positioned himself between her thighs and she reached between them to glide a finger down his length. He stiffened and groaned, then thrust himself into her palm. She caressed him through the condom, savoring his heat and hardness. One last squeeze, then she laid back and guided him to her entrance.
In a sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. She cried out even as her legs rose to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Lowering himself on his elbows, his hungry mouth found hers. Joined, they began to move. She swallowed his groans as he pounded into her, filled her.
Myka broke the kiss and panted. "God, yes…fuck me!" She dragged her nails down his back.
He froze and lifted his head to stare at her.
She sank her teeth into her lower lip and met his eyes. "Whats wrong?"
His nostrils flared. "Do that again." The three snarled words made her body clench.
"Do-do what?"
"Your nails on my back. Again."

Brand New Excerpt!

2011-08-08T00:16:00.000-05:00

This weekend my author will be making an appearance at the local Sci/fi convention SpoCon. A fun and exciting thing, she will be reading something kind of spicy from my series. A couple pieces from Skin and Moon. I thought you all might like the chance to read it, since I know you won't all be able to make it to the author reading.... so here is part of what she will read.

Terrance tracked Emmalia from Walker Weston’s dungeon prison. He followed her faint scent. She must be using magic to hide from me. It wouldn’t work. Terrance merged with his black wolf and her scent intensified. As a werewolf, his senses were heightened and he could smell everything in the air, especially her. His wolf had declared her mate and she would not escape him. Her scent called to him, a mouthwatering mix of spicy witch and mate.

She was the reason Terrance had stayed in that prison as long as he had. He could have walked through the wall to freedom at any time, but he couldn’t have left her there to possibly suffer. She was his mate and leaving without her went against every instinct he had, and of course his wolf refused to even consider such an idea. It would have been nice if she hadn’t been so damn disagreeable though.

She had often told him how she wanted nothing to do with him or his wolf and how she would run from him as soon as she had the chance. She had done just that as soon as the barriers holding back her abilities were destroyed. It had stunned him how quickly she’d been gone. It had triggered his every tracking and claiming instinct.

Terrance hadn’t even waited around to talk with Paxton and the other council members. Nothing mattered more than the tiny vixen making her way at an impossibly fast pace south. She wasn’t as fast as him and if it wasn’t for him having to stop every so often to concentrate and find her scent again, he would have surely overtaken her by now.

The chase she was giving him was thrilling, his blood pumped hot through his veins. He could feel all his mating instincts boiling up, ready to explode on her as soon as he got the chance. She would be claimed in no time. He growled, thinking about how this chase would end, with her under him over and over again. There was no other option, she was his mate.

Terrance pushed away the remembered words of hatred she’d spat at him when he’d informed her of the wonderful news of their mating. Witches and werewolves were not on the friendliest of terms. In the past, weres had been known to hunt witches. Since they were the hardest species to track by scent, it was the biggest challenge for a were. Of course that had been a very long time ago. Terrance doubted most living weres and witches had even been alive at the time, or at least they were no more than children. It had sparked quite the war within the immortal world and a sort of peace had resulted. Each species going their separate ways, but apparently not forgetting.

Werewolves didn’t think much of witches either. Commonly referred to as crazy bitches by most immortal species, witches were avoided. They tended to overreact and lash out, not the type of being you wanted to cross. Some were extremely powerful and could kill you almost instantly, but you would never know just to look at one. They dressed like gothic sluts most of the time and acted like it, too.

Terrance paused, testing the air. They were close to some human town now and there were so many scents filling the air. He wouldn’t give up though, no matter how long it might take to find her. She was his and that was all that mattered.

* * * *

Emmalia was proud of herself. She had outsmarted the stupid were two weeks ago when they’d finally escaped that terrible dungeon and he still hadn’t caught up to her. Was he still looking? She hoped he wasn’t, she reminded herself for like the thousandth time. She hoped he had given up his insane belief that they were mates.

She shivered, remembering how it felt the one time he had slipped through the wall separating their cells and taken her into his arms. She had been too shocked to push him away. Her body had reacted almost instantly, her skin on fire where he touched her. As he whispered promises in her ear, she only half-heard, her lower body pressed forward of its own accord, seeking him out. She had felt his hard cock, could still close her eyes and feel it pressed intimately against her, wanting her. Her body had reacted with wanting and needing, her cunt dripping.

Thankfully footsteps had come quickly down the hall and forced him to retreat to his cell. When her head cleared, she’d forbidden him to ever enter her cell again. He’d obeyed, declaring himself her mate and wanting nothing more than to protect her and make her happy. They had spent four days in there together and the entire time, he tried to convince her they would be together eventually. She had denied every one of his insane claims.

I will hunt you down. A were’s mate cannot hide, he’d claimed and she’d believed at least part of that, believed he would try and find her, but she knew she could hide. There wasn’t a witch alive who didn’t know how to hide from a were. Being hunted was something a species didn’t really get over or forget.

By the time she had zigzagged her way back to her coven, she’d been glowing bright green from all the spells she’d cast. It’d been a week before they had all worn off and she’d been back to her usual perfectly peach self.

Inside, she wasn’t so easily righted. In her dreams, she saw his wolf, its glowing yellow eyes staring at her through the darkness. They were terrifying eyes, but she was drawn to them. Then she would see him, his intense brown eyes focused on her, his tempting mouth half-smiling. Growls would erupt from both him and his beast and her body would react. Not the way it was supposed to, however, not with fear, but with lust. Lust more intense than she had ever felt in her long life.

She wanted him and hated herself for it. It was a betrayal of her coven to want to mate with that species. Almost any other would be acceptable. Witches weren’t purists. They often went outside their species for sexual play. They didn’t mate in the traditional sense like other species did anyway. When a witch wanted a child, she sought out a warlock, they would stay together as long as it took to conceive and birth. If the child was female, it would return with the witch, if it was male, the warlock would take it. The parents never stayed together longer than necessary. It would never work, both species being so volatile, and the bond between a witch and her coven was her lifeline. She couldn’t live without that. Her magic would wither and she would die without it.

Emmalia knew werewolves were much different. They mated for life and they lived with their mate forever. She shuddered at the thought. Witches needed the energy of each other. It was part of what made them so strong.

“Emmalia, are you ready yet? We’re going to miss the boat!” Selene, one of her coven sisters and her best friend, called up the stairs.

“I’m ready,” she called back as she closed up her suitcase. The coven was taking a vacation, a Mexican cruise. Leticia, their coven leader, had surprised them with it last week, saying they all were in need of a getaway.

Emmalia was thankful for the distraction. Hopefully by the end of the cruise she would have that damn werewolf out of her mind. She was horny as hell and planned to find a human or two to sate herself with while they were on the boat. Witches were very sexual beings by nature, their bodies extremely sensitive to touch because their power flowed so close to the surface. It made for great sex and no witch abstained from the pleasure for long.

“Are you okay?”

Emmalia jumped at the sound of Selene’s voice close behind her. “Yeah…I’m great, excited about the trip.”

“Liar,” Selene spat at her with a knowing grin. “You are wound so tight I think just the thought of sex could bring you to orgasm.”

Emmalia’s mouth gaped. She wasn’t surprised by Selene’s words, outspokenness was an inherent trait in the witches and sex was as ordinary as dessert as far as conversation went. It was more alarming that Selene had detected what Emmalia thought she was stealthily hiding. Does everyone see how desperate I am for the touch of a werewolf?

Emmalia couldn’t deny Selene’s words so she fell back onto her bed and closed her eyes tight. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbled up at her friend. “I just want to go on this vacation and forget about it.”

“You mean fuck this guy out of your head?”

Emmalia moved fast, grabbed a pillow and flung it at Selene with a playful giggle.

“I’m so not bunking with you. You have only dirty things on your mind and I won’t manage to relax at all on this vacation,” Selene teased.

Check out Skin and Moon, Immortal Councils Series #5 at www.extasybooks.com

A bit of Pimping...

2011-08-07T12:25:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I've pimped out my books, so I figured I'd share an excerpt from Make Me Sweat. This interracial novella pubbed with Evernight Publishing is my best and fastest selling work to date. It's sitting pretty at 13,380 in the Amazon Bestseller ranks which is goood stuff. At one point it'd dipped to 8,150, so I'm stoked. Reviews have been awesome as well.

Eough with my bragging, here's an excerpt:

Ever Marcille blinked up at the last man she should be swapping bodily fluids with. Did Ian Dakota just ask her to spend the night with him? And was she seriously contemplating it?

The job she came here to do was done. She’d planted the tiny listening device on the underside of his huge oak desk—the one he’d fucked her on—so it was back to Wes. There was no space on her calendar for a second round of bump and grind with the club owner known for his many varied criminal activities.

Never mind she was a criminal, too.

“Ever.”

Damn it, she blinked again. Ever parted her lips to tell him no, but he kissed her. Fucking man and his kisses. He tasted of her pussy and whiskey. A heady mixture she could get drunk on. She opened wider under his insistent probe and got swept away by that damn tongue of his. Still lodged deep inside her, his cock twitched and she tightened around him.

He bucked, her hips swiveled, and someone knocked on the door. Ever cursed and rejoiced quietly. Saved from compounding her mistake, now to make a quick exit.

Dak flipped his heavy dark hair over his shoulder and yelled. “What?”

The voice of the security guard who’d escorted Ever upstairs came through the door. “That call you’ve been expecting? On line two.”

Dak signed. “Thanks, Jayce.” Regret shadowed his eyes as he held Ever’s gaze. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

She shrugged. “Do your thing.” With infinite slowness, hoping to prolong the feeling, she eased off his cock, lifting up until they were separated. Fucking torture that. His rough fingers fluttered on her hip as she slid down his body and stood on wobbly feet.

Blowing her sweaty bangs out of her eyes, Ever offered him a smile. “Point me in the direction of your bathroom and I’m good.”

Dak jerked his chin, indicating a closed door to her left. She pivoted and he grabbed her arm. “You didn’t answer me earlier.”

Ever met his eyes over her shoulder. Dark and brooding, they mesmerized her.

“Spend the night with me.”

To keep from shouting yes to the rooftops and having Wes declare her more crazy than normal, Ever pursed her lips. “Where do you live?” It wasn’t that she didn’t know where Ian Dakota lived. She and Wes made it a point to know everything about the people they did business with, but some time needed to be bought.

He named a very affluent neighborhood, and she nodded, shrugging off his hand. “Take your call, I’ll think about it.” She snatched her dress from the floor and hurried to the bathroom.

Inside the huge, luxurious bathroom, she bolted the door and sagged against it. Stupid. A very stupid move bumping uglies with a potential client. Her sole mission had been to get the bug planted. That way if he needed anything to use against Mr. Dakota, they’d have it at the ready. He didn’t get to be a profitable weapons broker without issuing a few threats and blackmailing a couple people. In fact, she knew first hand how much worse things could get.

Ian Dakota wanted weapons, and he’d contacted Ever for them, only he didn’t know who she was. He didn’t know the woman he’d fucked was the only person standing between him and the mysterious arms dealer named Ghost.

Splashing water on her face, Ever fixed her hair back into its original upsweep and stepped into her dress. One last, deep breath then she opened the door and stepped outside. The dimly lit office was quiet, with Dak nowhere in sight, but the gorgeous security guy from earlier stood by the windows.

“He wants you to wait for him.” He didn’t look in her direction.

Ever smiled and eyed the well-muscled man in a black t-shirt and faded jeans. He had one of the best asses she’d seen on anyone, not that she’d tell him that. “Jayce, right?”

Jayce nodded and turned to her, dark glasses covering his eyes. The sharp crew cut gave him a severe appearance, one she suspected he cultivated.

“Jayce, it’s been a pleasure.” She pulled open the door leading outside and glanced at him over her shoulder. “Kindly tell your boss I wait for no one.”

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Signed E-Books!

2011-08-01T00:46:00.001-05:00

Hey its Courtney Breazile here today, I am taking over the blog for a day. It wasn't really all that hard, Zyra likes me. I wanted to tell all of you about the awesome new feature for kindle books, e-signatures! Want a signed copy of your favorite e-book? Check out http://www.kindlegraph.com and see if your favorite author has set up an account.

My account is here: http://kindlegraph.com/authors/cbreazile If you have one of my ebooks on your kindle I would love to sign it for you :)

Is it Cold in here?

2011-07-31T11:00:00.001-05:00

It's been brought to my attention recently, by the Mr no less, that I can be a bit...hard assed and cold. Bacially I'm a beyotch. I mean, really? It's been years and still he's all surprised at my attitude.

It started because I've been ignoring my friend, my very best friend, for like a year and a half. I grew disillusioned with the friendship and just began giving her the cold shoulder. Ignoring her attempts to make up on FB and the rest. Listen, I know exactly what I am, therefore I know my limits. She loved me once, she should know them too.

I have no time for fake ones, nor do I suffer fools. But, that's neither here nor there.

I should give her another chance, according to the Mr. I should make an effort since we've been soo close for soo long. Damn man with all his shoulds.

I promised him I'd think about it and I will.

In the meantime, I've signed myself up for a month-long writing challenge on Twitter, beginning August 1. That's my attempt to get the last Wicked book written. August 40k. I hope I achieve that goal, or at least make some real headway.

And now...drumroll, please... Six Sentence Sunday

Why You Shouldn’t Become A Vampire

2011-07-29T00:03:00.001-05:00

Beaches

2011-07-25T00:45:00.000-05:00

I know the subject seems odd, for a vampire, but I am a total beach bum at times. It is at night that I go, but that is almost a better time anyway. No nasty humans around to take up space and annoy me. Not only that, but the water feels so good after a long hot day. Its refreshing, I love to dip in, skinny dip with Tarquin under the moon. We will even at times bring a blanket and lay it out on the sand, after swimming we lay there and make love on the beach....oh how I love summer.

As much as I look forward to shorter days and longer night of fall and winter, I just can't not be happy when laying on a deserted beach naked with Tarquin. Peaceful and relaxing, something I haven't gotten much of at home lately. Especially since my nosey neighbor has been returned....yeah I am trying very hard not to go over and rip out her throat....very hard. Getting away with Tarquin helps, if I don't see her, or her house or smell her stupid human blood, then I don't want to sink my fangs deep in her vein...almost...

Maybe I should just live here at the beach, I don't really need to return to Portland do I? If it wasn't for Tarquin's pain in the ass pack, I think I could. Unfortunately he can't live without them, and I can't live without him.

So the beach is a nice break...I will be enjoying it for a few more days.

All is Right in my World!

2011-07-24T12:34:00.001-05:00

As anticipated, I got my netbook back last Tuesday! All parts working, everything in order, and now all is as it should be in my writing world. Nothing against those who've taken the pen and paper route, but I've been there, done that, and never want to revisit.

Aside from doing my writing on the netbook, I read on it. My Kindle for desktop is on it, hate reading off the regular PC and I don't have an ereader. Plus my rather extensive collection of ebook pdfs are also on the netbook. With it out of commission, I'd been relegated to reading off my Android. Yeah, that did my unseeing eyes no favors.

I've taken poor little Nettie for granted, thinking she'd always be at my side, on my lap, but that's not necessarily the case and I have to have a back up in place should the problem ever arise where I'm without her again. Haven't come up with anything so far, but I will.

In the meantime, enjoy my Six Sentence Sunday contribution.

Updates

2011-07-22T10:18:00.000-05:00

The long awaited trading cards are finally in my hot little hands and they look wonderful! See for yourself.

Okay, for all you who collect them, the first 50 people to email my author at annie@anniealvarez.net gets one of my trading cards for FREE! Make sure you put Trading Card in the subject and don’t forget to include you snail mail address.
Can you tell I’m excited?

More news, I, well…my author has a new banner and a new look. I personally like this look better, but tell me what you think.

Scorching Erotic One Bit - Dragon Heart

2011-07-19T23:10:00.000-05:00

May Contain Sexual Content, and blatant description of sexual activity, please be advised.

Alayna's hands were freezing, the rest of her was fairly warm by the fire but not her hands. She rubbed them together moving closer to the fire. A crunch of footsteps got her attention and she watched him take a seat. “Cold?”

“Just my hands.” It was a beautiful night in the forest, quiet and a sky full of stars. The moon cast a bright soft glow over everything. Everything was beautiful

Garrett reached over pressing his hands around hers rubbing warmth into them. “The coffee should be ready.” He reached behind him and turned with two metal mugs. He lifted the coffee carafe off the fire and filled her mug. She wrapped her hands around it and he filled his own. He settled back taking a sip of the coffee. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah, it’s great…warm.”

He smiled and settled in behind her, his legs outlining hers and she leaned back into his chest. His arm naturally wrapped around her and his warmth encircled her. A tingle lined her spine and she loved how she felt in his arms. He shifted and she heard him put his coffee cup down. Both of his arms and wrapped around her before he began nuzzling her neck. The chills raking her back made her giggle, motivating him more. She laughed aloud turning to face him. She caught his eye and became mesmerized. His hand cupped her cheek drawing up into her hair, before he pulled her to him. His mouth met hers with a gentle touch. A sweet hesitation that she found irresistible. His lips met hers again this time with more demand and she kissed him back, her body igniting. She opened to him and he explored her mouth. She lashed at his tongue, the rising desire seeping through her pores. She twisted her body straddling his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laced her fingers through his hair. His musky scent filled her with the warmth of home, she belong here, in his arms. His hands cupped her ass pressing her against his groin. “Oh baby…”

He growled, devouring her mouth. His hands moved to her waist, pushing beneath her sweater he unclasped her bra before cupping her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and then rolling them beneath the pads of his thumbs. She inwardly cursed him for knowing her so well. He knew her buttons, the ways to make her crazy with desire. Her nipples screamed in pleasure, shooting hunger through her body and making her pussy moist in desire. His teeth raked at her neck and she reached down stroking his hardening cock through his jeans.

She wanted him now, she needed to feel his hardness fulfill her primal needs.

The cold disappeared, there was only the wanton heat of his body begging for release. His body tensed and he shifted, lifting her off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the layered blankets and pillows he had created for them to sleep on under the stars. Laying her onto the blankets beneath him. She ripped off her sweater, and he pulled off his, her hands went for his belt, button and zipper. Tonguing her nipples she strained to focus and finally gave up with a whimper. Once she had given up he began to suckle on her nipple while unbuttoning her jeans. Tugging them of her legs, he discarded her shoes and then the jeans. His mouth created a trail down her body, his hands still teasing and taunting her nipples. He reached his goal, leaving small kiss just above her clit he teased the inside of her thighs, hitting the spot that made her giggle. Driving her mad he circled, licked and nipped everywhere but where she wanted him. “Yes…please oh god…” he finally pulled her clit into his mouth. Her back arched pushing her pussy against his mouth. His tongue slipped into her opening, teasing her with the stimulation. A stiff digit slipped in past his tongue and pushed inward before curling. Gripping his hair, her body writhed in desire. She couldn’t get enough. His tongue once again on her clit,, her body shook uncontrolled, turned to liquid and crashed beneath his ministrations. She screamed, losing control and he pushed her further. Every nerve in her body continued exploding into fire. He lapped at her as she floated down, his kisses moved up her body and back to her nipples. She reignited, unable to believe the way he controlled her lust, but it was time and she hungered for his cock. She finished undoing his pants, her hands grapping him hard. He moved against her hand and she rolled him onto his back. Starting with his nipples she suckled and nipped each one, continuing to stroke his cock. His breathing became heavy and she moved down to her prize. He glistened with pre cum and she greedily sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his head, she closed her lips around the ridge and sucked, wanting to literally suck the cum out of him. Her hand continued to stroke his steel cock. His hips moved with her hand. Swirling his head once more, she took him down her throat. Her hand played with his balls, while her tongue and throat massaged his head and shaft.

“Fuck…babe…you’re killing me.” His hands curled in her hair and she moved to his mouth. He ravaged her mouth, his hand clenching the back of her neck. He rolled her beneath him and shifted. His cock slid against her clit and she whimpered in desire, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Garrett please, I need you inside me. Make love to me, I want to explode on your cock… please, baby…”He kissed her roughly before shifting his hips, he filled her with a strong thrust. Her body welcome him, humming with the wanted union. “Garrett, oh god you feel so good.”

His cock filled her again and again, each thrust pummeling her restraint. He slowed, hovering over her, kissing her sweetly. Their bodies entwined rocking in steady flow against each other. The need for release steadily grew between them and his kisses became more urgent. His body thrusting harder, faster. Pushing upward he came into at an angle repeatedly hitting her just right. “Oh Garrett, yes…don’t stop…yes!”

He continued hard and fast, the last thrust hit her hard and she exploded, she felt his cock surge within her body and wanted to cry in bliss. Their bodies collapsed into each other. Alayna caught her breath and felt wetness on her cheeks. She felt him shift and opened her eyes. His golden eyes were staring down at her, his hand caressed her hair before kissing away her tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Who do I need to bite?

2011-07-18T00:32:00.000-05:00

....To get some people to enter my author's contest! Its a sad sad turnout so far over on her Facebook Fanpage! This is to celebrate the newest release in my series, Green Embrace, and I expect to see a hell of a lot more love than this. Its easy all you have to do is go here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Courtney-Breazile/160551880339 and write on the wall. Let her know which of her books you have loved or would love to read! Contest ends at the end of the month so hurry up its halfway over already!

Then again if no one does I will have an excuse to go on a bit of a biting spree...something I haven't doen in a very long time...of course that is because its "frowned upon" Yeah whatever! Stupidest rule I have ever had to conform to, though I am fairly certain that Paxton wouldn't kill me for it like he would have to any other immortal...I am not sure I want to test that. We don't have the same bond we used to and I know I should be happy about that. I have been trying for years to get him to move on, ever since I had my blood vision and knew I was going to belong to another. I must admit I always liked the way he watched after me, as if he hoped I would still change my mind and go back to him. I won't, I know that but still, who doesn't love a sexy vampire that is completely enamored with you? I have Tarquin though and he is more vicious than Paxton ever could have been, its a werewolf thing....

So unless you want to give me an excuse to go on a biting spree that may or may not anger Paxton into some kind of punishment for me, get your ass over to enter that contest!

A Quick Wave...

2011-07-17T12:03:00.000-05:00

...hello as I lift my head from under the stack of things to do. Got edits and revisions up the hooha and I'm still without Nettie, my trusty netbook. Hopefully she'll be back in operation this week, Tuesday at the latest.

I've had some good news: Make Me Sweat was an ARe Bestseller and highest rated there for a while. Made my freaking year. But it's not all rosy and I've been dealing. Now, it's Sunday and I've stepped back into Six Sentence Sunday. Feel free to catch my Six Here.

Laters!

2 Great new excerpts!

2011-07-15T08:32:00.001-05:00

It’s nice to see everyone enjoying the newest adventure’s of the my series. New Beginning’s has had a wonderful following in the UK! You guys Rock! And for that I thank you from the bottom of my little vampire heart.

“It is much easier to live in the world of dreams, than to face the grim reality that my soul mate is a witch.” – Tamara Hightower

Excerpt:

I knew why Kaley wanted me to stay put. The last time I felt like this, I went out and wrecked my bike. By the time I regained consciousness, the paramedics had already declared me dead at the scene and had transported me to the city morgue. I was locked inside one of their body lockers with no way out. Rachael heard about the accident on the evening news and called Kaley who in turn, snuck me out before the coroner had a chance to cut me open, and in the process, ruined my chances at a good time. I had already decided that when they opened the locker door, I would lay perfectly still, while they pulled the metal table out. At the right moment, I would open my eyes, making funny faces and scream, booga, booga booga! I would have to erase their memories, but it would have been fun. Yeah me, hungry, bored and pissed, not a good blend.

I looked at my keys.

“I swear I’ll let you rot in those cold lockers, next time.” She smiled. “Please.”

I tossed her my keys. “Fine, but heat up the damn bag, first. That shit’s nasty as it is and worse, cold.” I strolled to the couch, plopped down, stretched out and closed my eyes. It would take at least two minutes to warm up the bag and that was plenty of time to keep catch up on some needed sleep.

I announced my presence as I blended perfectly into the corner of the room silently watching her. “I have been thinking about you.”

“And?” Izzy replied as she sat on the throne armrest.

“I would like to try this again, if it’s all right with you.” I approached her holding one arm behind my back.

She crossed her arms and legs. “Well, what do you have in mind?”

I stopped a foot away. “My name is Tamara Hightower and I’m extremely pleased to meet you,” I said, handing her a fresh bouquet of a dozen red roses.

“I’m Izzy,” she said, holding the roses closer to her nose, “and I’m glad you came back.”

“You have touched me in a way only one other has. I would like to pursue this and see what happens next.” I caressed her bare arm and her energy soared through me, exciting me as if this had been the first time we had ever touched.

I leaned toward her, pressed my lips to hers as my tongue demanded entrance. Our kiss rekindled the insatiable sexual hunger we had for each other. I grabbed her ass, standing her up and pressed us closer together.

She pushed me back. “Wait a minute.” She reached into her beach bag and pulled out a leather harness giving me a sheepish smile. “I’d like to see what you can do with this.”

My eyes lit up. She met my smile with her own impish grin. I kissed her passionately as she unzipped and pulled my pants off. Her tongue tasting every inch of my hard muscular belly as she slipped the harness on me and snapped the buckles, situating it perfectly over my crotch.

She guided me to the throne and sat me down, strapping one of my hands to the throne armrest. She took my other hand and pulled it through the leather strap on the opposite armrest. Pulling the strap tight, she raised her head and ran her tongue up my belly to my neck.

The throne was wide enough that she knelt directly over me while she nibbled my soft skin. Her sundress draped across us. Then she moved her neck close to my mouth. A tease. She let my tongue touch her skin. More teasing.

Slowly, she moved her neck closer to my tongue. I could feel the hard, steady pulse of her artery beat. I opened my mouth and she pulled away, “Uh-uh. Not yet…first you fuck me, then you taste me.”

I raised my hips, pushing my stiff cock against her, but it slid past her cunt and stopped at her ass. She raised her hips. “That hole is for another day,” she cautioned as she stroked my eager cock back to her waiting cunt and it slid inside her.

She mounted me. Wiggling, she took every inch and with each of my upthrusts, she pushed down, driving the base harder against my swollen tip. My fingers dug into the armrest and she quickened her momentum, wiggling the base, heightening my sexual intensity. I arched my back. She stopped, sitting perfectly still on my lap.

I opened my mouth and she kissed my lips. “I am the keeper of your pleasure,” she said, squirming in my lap.

My eyes rolled back.

“Look at me,” she commanded.

I ignored her.

“Look. At. Me.”

I opened my eyes. “Bid me your blood,” I pleaded.

She smiled. “You have not earned it yet.” She kissed my neck and slowly moved her hips. My groin immediately obeyed her, thrusting up and into her.

“My naughty little vamp,” she whispered as she vigorously rode me, “I should make you wait.”

Izzy slid her hand under her dress and found the leather harness bound to me. She slipped her hand under it and felt my dampness. I pushed up and she moved with me. She slid her fingers down and caressed my asshole. I clenched my cheeks and bared my ass down into the throne cushions.

She forced the tip of her finger into my ass. “All. Of. You. Belongs. To. Me.” She wiggled her hips on the base of my cock. “All. Of. You.”

Something hit me. I snapped my eyes open. Kaley stood in front of me holding a glass and kicking my foot.

“Wakey, wakey, little sis, time to eat.” She smiled and held the glass toward me as I sat up.

“Suck a witch’s wart,” I cursed.

“What’s wrong?” Kaley sat next to me.

I threw my head back and downed the entire glass. “It’s her. It’s that witch.” I paused, placing the empty cup on the coffee table. “She’s my fucking soul mate.”

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Here’s a another treat. It has nothing to do with vampires, but it’s a great story.

When Julia, a power-femme, betrays McKenna, Lexi, pulls out all the stops to help heal McKenna’s broken heart. A party, a strap-on, cock worship and orgasm control is only the beginning of McKenna’s evening. Can Lexi convince her to become her new boi toi?

EXCERPT:

Lexi led me through the rooms on the main floor, explaining the significance of the furniture and the art, which was French contemporary, but bored me almost to tears. Luckily, I think she noticed my efforts in trying to look interested and upped the stakes. Each time we entered a room, occupied or not, she would grab my cock and rub it gently as she continued her history lesson. When we entered the unoccupied library, I grabbed her, bringing her close to me, but she took hold of my hands and stuck them in my pocket.

“No touching, yet,” she warned and continued to talk about some damn French artist and how famous he was.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I complained, leaving my hands where she put them.

“You’re not a patient person, are you?” She cocked her head and smiled, slowly licking her lips, leaving them wet and shiny.

“No—Yes,” I stammered and took a deep breath. “You’ve worked me up all night. I can’t stand it anymore. Show a girl some mercy.”

“Okay,” she eagerly responded gesturing at my clothes. “Take them off.”

“Here…now?” My voice cracked. I couldn’t believe what she suggested.

“Yes,” she reassured me. “Here and now.”

I peeked into the crowded hallway, noticing that any number of guests could easily walk in on us. “What if someone comes in?”

“So?” She raised her brow in a questioning way. “What if they do?” She approached me and started unbuttoning my slacks.

I pulled away. “No. I can’t do this,” I said securing the button in place.

“Well, then, you’ll have to be patient.” She leaned into me and pressed her lips to my neck, gently laying kisses on my sensitive skin. “It’s not as if, I didn’t offer.”