Saturday Snippet – The Moment

Most stories have lots of moments and I had a hard time deciding which one to choose. Ultimately I went with a small snippet from Slave to Pleasure. Have you ever experienced that moment when you realized what a colossal mistake you’ve made? When you’ve judged someone incorrectly so bad it made you want to throw up? It’s a hard pill to swallow. In this scene Roane and Erik discover just how wrong they’ve been and it has the potential to cost them everything.

Snippet:

“Where the hell have you two been and why haven’t you answered my calls?” An angry female voice sounded from their living room as they both hurried to find out why Nissa’s mother was here and pissed at them.

“What did we do? I think you should be directing some of your anger at your own kin.” Roane wanted to keep his cool but a woman in hysterics wasn’t helping much.

Her nostrils flared and she planted her hands on her hips. “You son of a bitch. I’ve been calling you for three days and you’ve refused to answer. For three days you’ve allowed a cold-hearted bastard to do who knows what to my daughter. Do you care so little for her?”

“What?” they yelled in unison at her.

“Woman, are you mad? Nissa’s been with us for the past five days and she left us only hours ago. Left us high and dry without living up to her end of a bargain I might add.”

“Oh good Goddess, this is worse than I thought.” She turned and paced, back and forth as they stood waiting for her to explain herself.

“Why don’t you sit down and tell us what’s happened to you.” Erik motioned to a leather chair.

“Do not patronize me for even a second. Nothing has happened to me. It’s Nissa who is being held prisoner.”

Roane tried to make sense of her words, but how could Nissa have gotten herself into that much trouble in so short a time. “Did she come to see you today?”

“No! You aren’t listening. Since the moment Cirdan brought her back from the other side she’s been held prisoner with no contact as far as I can tell.” Erik opened his mouth to speak and she shushed him.

“Obviously the rumors of an alliance with the dark fae are true. Who else could weave a spell around you strong enough to alter time?”

Roane’s blood ran cold. “Whoa. Wait a damn minute. Cirdan has forged an alliance with the dark fae?” This did not bode well.

“Yes, and it has to do with Nissa’s magic. As in she has it and he wants it. Shortly after you left a seed demon returned, spreading rumors of the half-blood princess with amazing powers. I tried to stop the gossip but my spells aren’t strong enough to ward against most demons so it didn’t take Cirdan long to learn the truth. As soon as he went after her I tried contacting you and have been waiting and calling for three days.”

“Where is she now?” Both he and Erik began picking out weapons and strapping them to their bodies. From short swords and knives to the full sized swords, they were ready for battle in a matter of minutes.

She grabbed at Roane’s arm and forced his attention to her. “Do you have any idea what’s involved in taking a female witch’s magic?”

He shook his head and the heavy pit growing in his stomach told him he didn’t want to know.

“Magical rape is a vicious and vile thing to do to a woman. Far more than anything you can imagine.” She brushed tears from her cheeks, her face etched in grief. “Indescribable pain… She will wish she were dead and would be better off if it were so.”

Roane needed to throw up. He should have known better. Trust goes both ways in a relationship and he’d failed to believe in her. Goddess help him…

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Dean Day Winner

Using random.org to pick a true random winner from the comments left on the Dean Day post I have a winner!

Congrats to AMY J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think you’re going to love the Supernatural Demon book.

If you don’t get an email from me please send me a note at elizagayleauthor at gmail dot com with your mailing address.

Thanks, Eliza

Happy Dean Day 2011

Welcome to Dean Day! Formerly known as Valentines Day.


Last year a group of bloggers and huge Dean Winchester fans got together and declared February 14th as Dean Day. We all had so much fun we’ve decided to do it again. I’m hoping it becomes a regular tradition because it’s fun to spend a day declaring our love for Dean and Supernatural.

To share my love for this great show I am offering up a paperback copy of

The “Supernatural” book of monsters, spirits, demons and ghouls

Fans of the blockbuster television phenomenon can rejoice! A one-of-a-kind compilation of all of Sam and Dean’s demon-busting knowledge, The Supernatural Book of Monsters, Spirits, Demons, and Ghouls contains illustrations and detailed descriptions that catalogue the more than two dozen otherworldly enemies that most people believe exist only in folklore, superstition, and nightmares:vampires, ghosts, revenants, reapers, and even bloody clowns. You’ll find within these pages Sam and Dean’s notes, observations, and memories interwoven with sections of John Winchester’s invaluable journal, making this book the perfect companion to every thrilling episode—and an essential weapon in the secret war against the hidden creatures of the darkness!

See the bottom of the post to see how to win this book.

As for Dean…

There are so many things to love about him that it’s hard to decide where to begin. The most obvious thing is how yummy he is. Each week whether he is fighting bad guys, teasing his brother Sammy, or hitting on women, he looks damn good doing it.

And when he smiles… swoon.

He’s also funny as hell. So much so that fans call his witty wisdom Deanisms. I think it’s his combination of humor , devotion to those he cares about and his unshaking faith in doing the right thing that makes him the perfect hero in Supernatural. I hope as a writer that I’ve learned something about creating characters from Dean.

He also drives my car.

Okay so mine was pea green and not nearly as shiny but that classic Impala was my first car as a teenager and it holds many of my fondest teenage memories.

His taste in music is exceptional. Seriously anyone with a fondness for classic rock is awesome in my book.

I really love it when an incredible actor and wonderfully written character meet. It’s Hollywood magic not to be forgotten. So even when Supernatural ends you can bet I’ll be watching my DVDs of each season for a very long time to come.


If you are a fan and look back over the years, there have been so many memorable, stick-with-you moments. Pudding anyone? Or how about “Dean screams like a girl” or the “Supernatural convention”

I’m trying not to repeat myself from last year so instead I will leave you with a couple of videos from some of my favorite moments of this season so far.

Dean Vs. The Fairy – This one doesn’t allow me to embed the video here but I think it’s worth a look. By the time he says nipple I’m on the floor laughing.

And the Twi-Hard episode.

Now for the giveaway:

Win your very own paperback copy and learn all about the legends and myths surrounding the Supernatural Monsters in Dean and Sam’s POV

Contest is open worldwide (as long as the Book Depository ships there) and runs from 9 am US eastern time on Feb. 14th through 9 am US eastern time on Feb. 16th.

To be eligible to win simply leave a comment here about Dean Day as well as an email I can contact you at if you are chosen.

That’s it folks!

HAPPY DEAN DAY!
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. ;)

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Sweet Submission is now available!

My contribution to the exciting and romantic Perfect Strangers series from All Romance eBooks is now available. Every day since February 1st, All Romance has been releasing one Perfect Stranger story a day. Sweet Submission is the final story to be release.

Sweet Submission
All Romance eBooks
ISBN: 9781936387311
Genre: Contemporary BDSM
Themes: Dominance, Submission, Bondage, Multiple Partners
Length: Novella

Buy at All Romance eBooks

Blurb:

Who knew a rose could hurt so good?

Valentine’s Day is the busiest day of the year for Harper Allison and her cupcake bakery. She’s not personally interested in the trumped up holiday until she receives an anonymous gift with explicit instructions that include a rendezvous at the most upscale BDSM club in the city.

From the moment Alex lays eyes on Harper at the Glass Kat Club he wants her. And what Alex wants Alex gets. He formulates a plan with his best friend, one guaranteed to fulfill Harper’s unspoken desires and hidden fantasies.

Unfortunately for Alex, one night is all Harper is prepared to give. Her life is complicated enough without having two Doms pushing her to submit, no matter how incredibly sexy they are. Until the familiar voice of a stranger reminds her…Maybe she doesn’t know Alex at all.

Excerpt:

“Tell me why you decided to come here, kitten.”

She hesitated in answering. He could practically see the gears turning in her mind as she tried to find the right words to voice her desires without giving too much away to someone she didn’t know from Adam. It was an age-old dance and one he wished they didn’t have to go through.

“Fantasy,” she blurted. “I—uh—I mean this club, it’s the kind of place that fantasies are made of.”

“Hmm…” He trailed his fingers along the curve of her neck and across her collarbone. The skinny straps holding up her dress were no match for a man of his tastes. He banked the urge to rip them away and instead continued a path across her skin to the dip that led to the cleavage the dress had been designed to enhance.

The silk provided little barrier against his probing touch. Harper’s lips parted on a sigh when he circled her hardened nipples. They reminded him of small pebbles the more he stroked them. Through the flimsy fabric he pinched the tips, elongating them between his fingers. She gasped, her back arched, pushing her breasts fully into his hands.

He released her and she moaned in protest, clearly hoping for more. Immediately, he reached for her again, this time applying twice as much pressure as before. Her mouth gaped in surprise. This time he pulled and twisted until she writhed against him. Her harsh breaths mingled with his, an obvious sign of the pleasure she derived from the mixture of pain and pleasure he applied. Every hope he’d harbored about her willingness and likely response was coming to fruition. Time to step up the game.

“I love how easily you respond.”

She jerked a few inches away and color flooded her cheeks. Her arms flew up in a half attempt to push him away.

He gripped her nipples tighter. “No, don’t be ashamed. That was meant as a compliment. It’s almost more than I’d dared hope for.” He squeezed a fraction harder. “Tonight is going to be a very enjoyable experience my little kitten.”

She whimpered a second before he released her. The flushed rose of her skin and the light sheen of sweat at the edge of her hair pleased him to no end. She’d gotten more aroused the farther he pushed. He ached to lift her skirt and dip his fingers in her cunt. Although he didn’t need a test to know he’d find her dripping wet.

His cock jumped in his pants at the thought. Already his imagination fired on overload with images of thrusting between her thighs while she milked him of his release. When the muscles of her shoulder relaxed, he pulled her into his arms once again. Without giving her a chance to say a word he covered her mouth with his, taking the kiss he desperately needed. He drank in the taste and texture of her mouth on an inward groan.

Everything about her was so damned sweet. Her tongue tentatively met his when he thrust beyond her lips to the warm recess of her mouth. Alex put everything he felt into the kiss. The instant rush of lust he’d experienced the first time he’d seen her to the moment he’d seen her enter the club on the security screens. Needing to be inside her so bad he nearly ached with it, he wrapped his arms around her and cupped the globes of her curvy ass.

Silky hair brushed his neck and he groaned in response. It would be so easy to change his plans and allow himself to get lost in her tonight—alone. Alex wrenched his mouth free and stared down at her upturned face. The blindfold hid her eyes but he didn’t need them to see what he needed to see. Her breath came in pants, her hands had gripped his biceps with the grip of death the moment their mouths had met. She wanted this. The fantasy she’d called it. And he would give it to her, hook, line and sinker.

“Are you ready for the rest of your fantasy then?”

Snippet Saturday – Love Scenes

I’ve pulled a snippet from Midnight Playground that pretty much sets the scene for what to expect in this book. But be warned. I aim to tease you today. :)

Snippet:

Chase lowered his camera, and Murphy froze next to him.

“What did you say?” Surprised and intrigued by her outburst, he set down his camera on the small worktable stationed next to the floodlight. Suddenly the need to touch her overwhelmed him as he watched her stand up straight and raise her chin with a new found courage.

“Please, for once let me feel what it’s like to not have to be in control. To not have to stress over every detail. To be someone else, even if it’s just one day. Please, Chase, I need this.”

He ignored the barely there moan that sounded from Murphy to study the woman in front of him. Her eyes shone with unshed tears that clearly took everything she had to contain. Apparently their receptionist had more layers than even he’d thought. However, without full knowledge there were a variety of things that could go wrong. Her inability to share the trauma that disrupted her life should have had him escorting her out of his studio. Yet, he knew he wouldn’t.

Without turning from Eve, Chase spoke to Murphy. “Get the chair.”

“As for you.” He lowered his voice and moved close. “I hope you understand what you’re asking for. This goes beyond a few pictures.” He curved around her side and stood behind her. He was close enough to feel her body heat without touching her. The contrast of the black lace of her undergarments against her creamy flesh pleased the eye of the photographer, but the man wanted to rip the offending coverings away.

He opted for a compromise since they had plenty of time to explore. “The camera doesn’t lie, and I have no problem taking you as far as I need to in order to expose the woman underneath. But first, tell me you want this.” Chase unclasped the hooks that held her bra in place and allowed it to drop to the floor. The sexy hitch in her breathing pleased him immensely, even more so when she didn’t object. Pale, freckled skin beckoned him. Her ample breasts would more than fill his hands, but it was the taut, jutting nipples that informed him how much more she needed.

“I want this.”

Without the camera acting as a barrier between them, he couldn’t resist touching her. His hands spanned a good portion of her waist—soft, delicate skin he longed to see abraded by rope. Rich amber hair floated down her back with a scent of lavender and some spice he couldn’t name. But the color drew him like a flame. Every sexual thought he’d had since she’d arrived had something to do with the hue of her hair.
Sinful, decadent thoughts that always led to her begging for more while he captured every expression on film. Reluctantly, he withdrew when Murphy arrived with the black oak chair and rope he’d already laid out. A gentle push on her shoulder was all it took for her to bend her knees and take a cautious seat.

“Sit back and try to relax. You’re going to be in this position for a while.” Chase let Murphy get to work while he retrieved some new lenses. As much as he wanted to photograph her, he also wanted to fuck her. Or better yet, photograph her while she sucked him off. His cock twitched in his pants on that one. Yeah, he hoped the little minx had it in her, because he planned to stress some of her limits before the day was over.

“Ready,” Murphy called from behind him.

Chase turned and nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight in front of him. Murphy and his Cheshire-smug grin stared back at him.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

“‘Pretty’ doesn’t do her justice.”

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