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Snippet Saturday – It Ain’t Over Til It’s Over

Today’s theme for snippet saturday reminds me how much I love a good reunion among lovers. It’s so much fun to write.

NEWMalcolm200Especially with shifters. (Plus I just happen to have shifters on the brain right now.) In Malcolm, the story opens with Malcolm hunting an intruder in his house. In the case of shifters it doesn’t take them long to pick up a familiar scent and he knows exactly who’s come after him. I can’t reveal much about their relationship without getting all spoilery so I’ll just have to leave you with this.

Excerpt:

“Looking for me?”

He whirled at the sultry voice behind him in time for her to deliver a kick to his stomach, catching him off balance and sending him flying backward to sprawl on the floor. Air whooshed from his lungs and his head cracked against the hard floors. Pain exploded in his head, little shards of sharp, burning sensations that took hold for several long seconds before clearing.

Stunned that she’d snuck up on him, he groped for his bearings. The little minx took full advantage of his delay and pounced on top of him, straddling his legs with her own. He didn’t even see the knife until she had it pressed to his throat and dangerously close to his jugular.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

Malcolm slowly dragged the air back into his lungs and wondered what kind of crazy bitch she’d turned into. The power emanating from her came soaked in strength without even a whiff of fear. For a second or two, he felt frozen in time. This woman looked nothing like the Chey he remembered. This woman had obviously trained and his instincts screamed she would not be an easy fight. Interesting.

Her white blonde hair was tied up in a braid but a few strands had come loose and curled around her face. His fingers itched to brush them from her cheeks. With the anger in her eyes and the stern shape of her mouth, she reminded him more of the women from his clan than ever. In an act of aggression, she bore resemblance to the cougar more than ever.

“My tongue’s just fine, Chey. Want to find out?”

The look in her blazing eyes flared hot, shining in the moonlight as she speared him with her gaze. Electrifying pools of blue that a man could easily get lost in. All but a few shifters had green eyes and he’d only heard of one kind that had blue. He curled his lip at the memory.

The elusive white cougars.

Half-breeds that no clan wanted except for their dirty work. While he and his brothers carried out death sentences in accordance with the laws and traditions of their councils, her kind had trained for a different kind of mission. They’d become mercenaries available to the highest bidder. They used methods of stealth that he and his brothers rarely bothered with. They didn’t need to.

“In your dreams, Malcolm.”

Over the years he’d allowed his perception of her to soften. Maybe she was different. Obviously not, considering the position he now found himself in. There was nothing soft about the blade cutting into his skin, or the strength in which she pinned him with her free hand. Obviously the only emotion she’d developed outside her family was anger. It probably made her missions easier.

He growled warningly. “Then get the hell off me.”

“Or what?”

 

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Snippet Saturday – We Are Family

It’s that time again. A new snippet, this time with the theme of family. If you’ve read more than a couple of my books I am sure you have discovered that I have a thing for brothers. The Black Cougar series started from a trio of brothers, The Pentacles of Magick series is about 4 brothers who are also 2 sets of twins, and Frost Bitten is about 2 brothers who fall together for Daisy the Jaguar.

I’m fascinated by close knit siblings probably because I don’t have that traditional family. While I have half and step siblings, I am the only child from the union of my mother and father. And I am much older than everyone else.

Since the Black Cougars began my love affair with siblings I have chosen a snippet from Lucas. Kira, the heroine in Lucas didn’t have much experience with siblings but by the end of the book that had definitely changed. A lot.

Enjoy the snippet:

The car stopped and Kira snapped awake. Her thoughts were cloudy and she couldn’t seem to focus. Only one thought lingered. Must get away, find a place to hide. Don’t go with him anymore.

Lucas opened her door and she stepped out of the car onto the soft, muddy ground. The dirt was red, reminding her of the red clay of North Carolina. Home. Looking up, she noticed they’d parked in front of a small cabin nestled in the trees at the base of a mountain. The color and texture of the structure blended with the terrain, creating a natural camouflage, probably preventing anyone from spotting it at a distance. A good spot to hide someone. Her stomach dropped.

“Where are we?” Just then she noticed a tall, handsome man approaching them, and she nervously looked at Lucas. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she took a couple of steps backwards, sinking into the mud.

“This is my home.”

The other man moved closer, a grin splitting across his handsome face. She imagined those kind of good looks probably got him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Probably left a string of broken hearts behind as well. When he came within reach, Lucas pulled the man to him for a friendly hug.

“Lucas, it’s about damn time you got back here.” The stranger turned to her and drank her in like a fine wine. Slow and careful. “And who is this you’ve brought with you? A present for me?”

“Hardly, asshole. Kane, this is Akira. Akira, this is Kane, my youngest brother.

“Half brother actually, which explains why I am so much better looking than Lucas here.” Kane’s response and smile were lost on her as an illogical fear gripped her, squeezing in on her like an inescapable vise.

At the word brother, Kira’s heart rate had sped up and her face clouded in distress. She jerked her hand away from him, turned, and without uttering a single word, ran into the woods.

“Kira, what are you doing? What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer and he glanced at Kane with a scowl on his face and shrugged.

Kane laughed. “Having trouble keeping your women nowadays, big brother? You must be turning into a really scary guy if they take off running through the woods the minute you get near them.”

“Shut up and take this inside. I’ll be back in a minute.” He handed Kira’s duffle bag to his brother and took off in the direction she had run. As he left the drive, he heard Kane’s mocking laugh behind him.

Has was so going to paddle her ass for this.

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Snippet Saturday – I Want You To Want Me

OMG today’s theme is I want you to want me and I now have the awesome Cheap Trick song running through my head non stop. LOL

Want the earworm for yourself? Here you go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMG7b3LYaAM

My favorite line:

I’m begging you to beg me. *grins*

For today’s snippet I am pulling from my m/m/f story, Their Obsession and one of my favorite scenes. It includes lots of chocolate and a heavy dose of lust as Aidan gives in to the need he feels for Jayde. Sex in the kitchen…mmm…

Snippet:

Aidan woke to the smell of baking chocolate, a sweet aroma that made his mouth water. The house smelled like Katriona again. What the hell? He turned to Marc and planted a kiss on his shoulder. “I’m going to go check on Jayde. I’ll be back shortly.”

Marc mumbled something he couldn’t understand, but didn’t move.

He slid from the bed and snagged a pair of jeans from the back of the chair. The aroma drifting through the house made his mouth water and his stomach grumble. But if what he thought was going on down there actually was, it wouldn’t be food he was hungry for once he saw her. Partially dressed, he slipped from their apartment and headed down the steps, taking two at a time.

The lights were dimmed in the entire building until he reached the entrance to the bakery, but even there, no lights shone in the main area. Instead a low glow came from the door leading to the kitchen. Outside the front window, it was pitch-black, as the sun had gone down many hours ago. He and Marc had spent the entire day and evening giving Jayde some space to deal with it all, but waiting to have her had damn near driven them into a sexual frenzy as everything about her called to them both. Katriona had laughed when they’d scoffed at the idea that her granddaughter would be their fate; now they questioned how they could avoid it. A chill swept over him, from either the cool room or just the sense of inevitability he faced. He should have snagged a shirt too.

Unsure of what he would find in the kitchen, he eased the door open slowly. The heat of the room rushed out, enveloping him in warmth and scents of deep, dark chocolate.

The counters were covered in tray after tray of varying types of fudge. He recognized peanut butter, chocolate chip, raspberry swirl, and of course, his favorite—dark chocolate. In the midst of all this sweet-smelling perfection stood Jayde, looking good enough to eat herself. Her red curls were tucked tightly behind her ears, her skin flushed a pale pink from the heat and her efforts. The vigor in which she stirred her latest creation heated his blood. He would like to see that look of intense concentration on her face as she sucked his cock deep into her throat.

Blood pounded in his dick. A feral desire to be naked and free gripped his insides. He needed nothing more right now than the sensation of plunging into her wet heat. He should have made Marc come down with him. His defenses were crumbling, and he hadn’t even gotten close to her yet.

She’d shucked her blouse, probably because of the heat, and now stood there in a turquoise lace camisole and a skirt. Funny how she always wore skirts that had her constantly tugging at the hemlines trying to cover herself. He didn’t understand why. Her body was lush and full, driving him wild every time he got near her. He and Marc had been going at each other nonstop since she’d arrived, fucking every chance they got. Desire for her did that to them. They needed each other now more than ever, but Jayde’s arrival had upped the ante. Destiny or not, they both ached for her on a level so deep it’s as if she’d taken up residence inside him. Aidan rubbed his chest. Every day Marc reminded him that she wasn’t ready. That they had to wait.

He didn’t want to wait anymore. Couldn’t.

“Jayde.” He spoke softly in the hopes of not startling her, but she gasped and looked at him with wild fear nonetheless.

Her hand clutched at her chest. “Oh, Aidan, you scared me to death. I didn’t think anyone else was still awake.”

“The smell in here woke me.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I dug out gran’s recipe book, and well, next thing I know, I’ve tried every flavor of fudge she had listed.” She swept her hand around the room, shying away from his gaze.

“It is nice to see someone cooking in here again.”

“Well, I’m in here, and I’m following these recipes, but I have to be honest—I’m not much of a cook. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever made anything that others have deemed edible. But after Beth came by this morning, I felt obligated to at least try. I think my grandmother would have expected that.”

She turned to the counter and picked up the big leather bound book that her grandmother had stored far more than simple recipes in.

“But these recipes… They’re so odd. What was gran up to before she died?” Jayde moved closer and pointed to Katriona’s scribblings along the borders of each page. “I don’t know what all these symbols mean?”

Aidan froze. Shit. If she freaked out on him… He wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the significance of her grandmother’s “scribblings” as she put it. Over time as the veil between good and evil wore thin, it had become necessary for the more powerful witches to hide their dangerous spells. For Katriona it made sense to use the recipe book she guarded at all times. Eventually, when Jayde was ready, Marc would teach her how to combine the recipes with the hidden code to tap into the true depth of her power.

“She doodled a lot.” He kept his answer as non-committal as possible. It wouldn’t do to get caught in a lie down the road.

Jayde shrugged. “I guess. Although something about them remind me of something from a long time ago.”

He turned around the room again, surveying all the hard work she had put into creating all these trays of fudge. He desperately needed a change of subject. “I find it hard to believe that you can’t cook, sweetheart. It smells divine in here.” He zeroed in on the oversize tray of the dark chocolate and strode over to it. “This flavor is my favorite.”

She raced around the corner to where he stood. “I’m…uh…I’m not sure you want to eat that.”

“Why not? It looks delectable.” But if she didn’t want to share her chocolate, he could certainly suggest an alternative. His cock thickened, aching.

“It’s probably not any good.”

He frowned. “I think you underestimate yourself.” Still, he understood how much approval from those around you meant to a person’s soul. He plucked a piece from the tray and brought it to his nose, inhaling the combination of chocolate and vanilla. “It smells really good. Guess there’s only one way to find out.” He quickly took a bite, amused by the look of horror splashed across her face.

The familiar flavor of Katriona’s fudge and something extra exploded in his mouth. It was like a sensual stroke on his tongue that shot sensations straight to his groin.

“You aren’t saying anything. Oh God, It’s awful; I knew it. Let me get you something to drink.” She started to turn away, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her body against his.

“No, Jayde. It’s incredible. Have you even tried any of them?”

She shook her head. “I was afraid to. They looked pretty and I wanted that to be enough.”

On a sigh, he lifted the fudge to her mouth. “Open.”

Slowly, her ruby lips parted, opening for the confection. His pulse hammered in his head, pounding with a lust that wouldn’t be denied. When her mouth closed over the treat and she bit off a piece, he set the chocolate aside. The look on her face was priceless as the fear slid away and was replaced with a rapture he knew all too well.

 

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Snippet Saturday

This week’s snippet is about mending a broken heart. While this snippet doesn’t get to the mending yet, there is sooo much heart break between Chey and Malcolm.

Since I’m on the road this week as I move from the east coast to the west coast, it’s a short one but I hope you enjoy.

Excerpt:

“Go home, Malcolm. We’re done.” She prayed for once he’d listen.

“You think so do you?”

She swallowed, trying to force the lump from her throat. “We are. With Kane sending his lackey out here to check up on me, I’m pulling myself off this job. As far as I’m concerned, you’re off the hook. If you choose to deal with him on your own that’s on you. I don’t play games or politics so your brother can kiss my ass.”

“No, actually he can’t. No one is ever going to touch you but me.”

She jerked her head up and met his all too serious gaze. Shocked that he seemed to mean every last word. “What’s going on here?” She pushed at his hand on her thigh as it moved perilously close to the heated juncture between her legs. “You really need to stop touching me now.”

“Why?” His hand skirted along her hip to the flat expanse of her belly, leaving a trail of heat and desire in its wake. When he was about to graze her breast, she gasped and pulled his hand away.

“I’m leaving.” She wriggled away from him and threw her leg over the gearshift to switch seats. If he refused to stop then she’d take control and do what needed to be done, which right now was get as far away from Malcolm Gunn as possible before the animal inside her clawed its way out to reach him. Already, the cries in her head were out of hand and desperate. She’d been, unbelievably, about to push her hips into his hand when he’d moved around them instead.

Humiliation burned her cheeks as she considered that. It had just been too long, she tried to convince herself. That’s all. About to plant her butt on the butter soft leather seat, Malcolm grabbed her around the waist and yanked her back down into the passenger chair where he proceeded to wrap and lock the seat belt across her thighs.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her lips curled into a snarl as her growing teeth poked at her lip. Shocked by the twin pricks of pain, she automatically looked down at her arms to see if any more of the change process had begun.

“Take a few deep breaths, darling, and relax. We’re just going to talk until you can calm her down and lock her back inside.” He glanced around the newly crowded parking lot. “Unfortunately this is not the place for us to lose control.”

“I never lose control,” she hissed.

“You will, darling, and very soon.” He quickly brushed his lips across her jaw before jumping out of her reach.

Everything he did and said incited the anger and need building inside her. Fortunately, at least a small section of her brain still worked properly enough to keep her mouth shut and her breathing even. It was her only hope of regaining control. With this level of sexual lust coursing through her, the slightest tussle with any emotion would do nothing but fan the flames and leave her a writhing mess. Then where would she be?

Fucking the most gorgeous man I’ve ever had the pleasure to hate in the middle of the parking lot of a flipping Waffle House, that’s where.

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Saturday Snippet – For Shame

Sometimes a character does something so bad or many things so bad, that you wonder how he will ever come back from that. Those tend to be the big writing challenges and the characters you end up loving the most.

Such is the case with Malcolm from my Black cougar trilogy. He’s done some pretty bad stuff. More than once and I wasn’t sure I could do his story justice. But I sat down and wrote the book and cried like a baby when I ripped his heart out and stompted on it. So lest you think he didn’t pay for his sins…he does.

This excerpt might be a bit of a spoiler but its the first really bad thing he did and the one that would torment him for a very long time.

Excerpt from Malcolm: Chey has had to reunite with Malcolm for the greater good and this is the memory that she is reliving that forever changed both their futures. It’s dark and it’s heartbreaking, but it’s real. Just as life often is.

On the drive back to Malcolm’s house at the edge of the Nantahala national forest, Chey’s skin crawled from doing nothing. She desperately wanted to glare at him, yell at him—hell, even jumping from the Jeep and disappearing into the early morning light just peeking over the horizon sounded good.

Arousal, anger and guilt were not a good combination and she needed some time to clear her head.  It was the arousal more than anything that puzzled her.  Her body burned for a man that was, for all intents and purposes, a criminal. The profile she’d compiled on him over the years spoke of a rebellious but loyal teenager who’d worshipped his mother. After she died, things began to change. For one, he’d met her. Unfortunately, she remembered the day as clearly as if it had been yesterday, not five years ago.

She’d crossed over into his clan’s territory on a dare and he’d hunted her. From the moment she’d scented him something shifted inside her. His presence tugged continuously at her mind. However, fear of a black cougar had practically been bred in her so she raced back to the neutral zone where she belonged. That first day she’d not seen him, but she’d known he watched her from somewhere close by. His scent enthralled her.

Chey’d returned every single night, playing chicken with a Death Enforcer. Until one night, he’d decided to capture her. He’d gone from cougar to man in an instant, pouncing on her before she even blinked. Every cell in her body had lit up that night and she’d been prepared to take him as her first. They’d wrestled and fought, scratched and bit until finally Malcolm pinned her to the ground belly down.

He’d entered her from behind in one dark, fast and thrilling thrust that made her scream from the glorious pain and pleasure. Their cries of passion and lust filled the night air until they were both lost in the frenzy. Then he’d frozen above her. He’d scrambled to his feet spewing insults she’d never expected from the man she’d inexplicably trusted. He shifted back to the sleek cougar she’d been awed by and disappeared into the woods.

Left confused and hurt, she’d curled into a ball and wept. She’d lost her innocence and ability to trust that night and all she heard in her head over and over were his parting words.

Not in this lifetime or any other would he mate with a half-breed.

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Spring Fling Winners!

 

Thank you all so much for all the lovely comments about Spring. It truly is a wonderful season.

Two winners have been chosen from all of the comments via random.org and each one will have their choice of digital download from my entire backlist. And the winners are:

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Spring Fling Blog Hop

Spring Fling Blog Hop

First, I’d like to thank Selena Blake, Bitten by Paranormal Romance Reviews, and Reading Between the Wines for hosting this awesome blog hop. (see below for the not-to-be-missed prizes)

Spring has definitely sprung all across the country. Many of us can attest to that through our fight with the annual pollen that drives our allergies crazy. Despite that, I love spring. It’s a clear sign of fresh and new that can be carried over into many aspects of our lives. For me this Spring has brought about the beginning of a very big change. I’m moving from North Carolina to Washington state and I’ve been going back and forth quite a bit as I find a house, help my daughter get settled into her new school, and begin the arduous process of packing up the house I have lived in for thirteen years.

It seems odd to be leaving my beloved South after so many years, but I’ve always enjoyed change and I always look forward to a new adventure. Often times my adventures take place between the pages of a book I’ve written or read but sometimes it’s necessary for me to experience adventure in my real life. It’s those times I’ve been known to make radical changes.

Join the military, travel out of the country, rock climb national parks, go white water rafting, ride in race cars, leave a safe corporate america job for self employment… You get the idea. :)

With so many possibilities in the air during Spring, I hope you’ll find your perfect adventure whether it be between the pages of the books you’ll be introduced to during this event or right in your own backyard.

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Saturday Snippet – Character Sass

Well, sass is one way to say it. *g* As far as I’m concerned sass makes the world go round. Maybe it’s a southern thing but I doubt it. Sassy is a universal trait. And oh so much fun.

I’m very often a smart ass in real life and that certainly comes through in many of my heroines. So today there is no shortage of books to choose from, it’s just a matter of which sassy character do I feature.

For today I’ve chosen an excerpt from Malcolm. There is sarcasm, resentment, physical violence and a whole lot of lust. The perfect combination.

Excerpt:

“Looking for me?”

He whirled at the sultry voice behind him in time for her to deliver a kick to his stomach, catching him off balance and sending him flying backward to sprawl on the floor. Air whooshed from his lungs and his head cracked against the hard floors. Pain exploded in his head, little shards of sharp, burning sensations that took hold for several long seconds before clearing.

Stunned that she’d snuck up on him, he groped for his bearings. The little minx took full advantage of his delay and pounced on top of him, straddling his legs with her own. He didn’t even see the knife until she had it pressed to his throat and dangerously close to his jugular.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

Malcolm slowly dragged the air back into his lungs and wondered what kind of crazy bitch she’d turned into. The power emanating from her came soaked in strength without even a whiff of fear. For a second or two, he felt frozen in time. This woman looked nothing like the Chey he remembered. This woman had obviously trained and his instincts screamed she would not be an easy fight. Interesting.

Her white blonde hair was tied up in a braid but a few strands had come loose and curled around her face. His fingers itched to brush them from her cheeks. With the anger in her eyes and the stern shape of her mouth, she reminded him more of the women from his clan than ever. In an act of aggression, she bore resemblance to the cougar more than ever.

“My tongue’s just fine, Chey. Want to find out?”

The look in her blazing eyes flared hot, shining in the moonlight as she speared him with her gaze. Electrifying pools of blue that a man could easily get lost in. All but a few shifters had green eyes and he’d only heard of one kind that had blue. He curled his lip at the memory.

The elusive white cougars.

Half-breeds that no clan wanted except for their dirty work. While he and his brothers carried out death sentences in accordance with the laws and traditions of their councils, her kind had trained for a different kind of mission. They’d become mercenaries available to the highest bidder. They used methods of stealth that he and his brothers rarely bothered with. They didn’t need to.

“In your dreams, Malcolm.”

Over the years he’d allowed his perception of her to soften. Maybe she was different. Obviously not, considering the position he now found himself in. There was nothing soft about the blade cutting into his skin, or the strength in which she pinned him with her free hand. Obviously the only emotion she’d developed outside her family was anger. It probably made her missions easier.

He growled warningly. “Then get the hell off me.”

“Or what?” Her hand tightened its vise tight grip on his arm and pinned him to the ground, a position he wanted her in right now. If he thought her scent had been enticing, that was nothing compared to the body heat infusing him as she sat atop him thinking she had

him under control. From the moment she’d set foot in his house, she’d set their course in motion. It was only a matter of time.

With her hair pinned back, he stared at the pale expanse of her bare skin like a moth to flame. His teeth ached with the need to sink into the sweet curve of her neck and taste.

Goddess, get a grip.

Clearly it had been too long. Mate or not, there was no excuse for the extreme reaction his body had toward her. If she slid back an inch or two she would know too. His raging hard on had not eased in the slightest since he’d first scented her. Not even the subtle smell of the wolf on her deterred him. Oh no, instead he hurt like fucking hell, throbbed actually from wanting her. He needed to get his little half-breed off him and now. Before he did something crazy like start shredding her clothes.

“I don’t want to hurt you… but I will.” Although he imagined his idea of hurting her and her ideas would likely differ drastically. The kind of pain he had in mind could bring the most mind numbing pleasure if given half the chance.

“I wouldn’t lay odds on that if I were you. I’m not the same woman I was all those years ago.”

“So I gather. Doesn’t change the danger. Or the warning.” The last time he’d seen her, he’d been so angry that fate had fucked them hard. He’d had a duty to his family to uphold the laws and traditions of their kind, and mating with a woman who had wolf blood in her veins would have landed them both at the receiving end of a death sentence.

“Yes, Malcolm. I haven’t forgotten a single, disgusting, hate-laden word that came out of your mouth that night. Why do you think I have a knife at your throat?”

His body tightened further at the sound of his name coming from her mouth. And what a mouth it was. Full and pink standing out against the porcelain color of her skin, lush was the word that came to mind. So pale it practically glowed. The anger running underneath meant little to the man or animal anymore.

“So you do know what you’ve started here then?”

She shrugged and scrambled off him. “I’m not here to start anything so don’t go getting crazy ideas in your head. I simply needed to make sure I had your

attention before you did anything stupid. I’m not here because I missed you. There is an actual purpose to this little surprise reunion.”

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Zoë Archer

Saturday Snippet – Brrrr

This week’s theme is cold places and it just so happens I had a new release yesterday that takes place in the midst of a winter storm in the mountains of North Carolina.

Frost Bitten is my latest shapeshifter book and features two hot cougar shifter heroes and one spunky jaguar shifter heroine. Here’s a taste:

Excerpt:

Daisy shuddered in front of the roaring fire with her hands held in front of her, desperately trying to get warm. Her idea to escape to the mountains for a little peace and quiet had turned into a case of insanity in the making. Never in her life had she seen this much snow and the radio forecasted for another heavy snowfall overnight thanks to the front moving right over this mountain.

Not that a little cold weather would necessarily kill her but it made her teeth chatter and did nothing to assuage the agony of her sexual cycle. She pressed a hand to her abdomen and willed the cramping to go away.

Why had no one warned her how bad this would get if she refused help? Because you live and work with men, stupid.

There was that. A poacher in the midst of the Everglades had killed her mother when Daisy was still a cub. Fortunately the game warden had discovered her after only a few days and he’d scooped her out of the water and brought her to a new family. People like her. They’d taught her how to live as a shifter and loved her like their own.

The next twenty years had gone by in a blur and she’d taken over a different game warden position about five years ago. Not that it had been an easy transition. She’d literally fought for it—tooth and claw. She loved her brothers, but their ideas about her future were antiquated beyond belief. Overcoming their objections had not been easy. Fortunately, for her, the men of her kind always underestimated her because she was so small. Daisy smiled. They never saw the ambush coming—ever.

Another chill swept over her. She rubbed her hands together frantically to generate friction. No, she was not used to this kind of bone deep cold. The backwoods of coastal South Carolina, where she now resided, were nothing like this.

After several minutes of trying everything save for dousing her head in the flames, her head popped up and her nose flared. The scent outside changed.

Intruders.

She dropped the blanket and ran for her gear. She could certainly smell them now. Whoever they were they were not trying to hide. She shoved her feet in her boots and donned the rest of her newly purchased winter wear. She wasn’t about to sit here and wait to be hunted. She was jaguar for Christ’s sake. If anyone would be hunting around here it would be her.

Fortunately, she’d already scoped out the entire property around the small cabin. She’d been assured by the rental agency that she would be completely isolated with many miles between her and the nearest humans. Exactly how she wanted it.

Daisy’s gaze swept around the room one last time, accounting for any potential outcome. While it had gone dark outside she’d not needed to bother with the lights. The glow from the fireplace provided more than enough illumination for her exceptional eyesight.

Daisy eased the back door open and slipped outside and into the cover of the brush surrounding the back deck and far edge of the property. Now the scents of the intruders hit her full on. Male both of them and if she had her scent right, and she usually did, they were cougar shifters.

She’d been informed of the territorial nature of the shifter clans in the area so she’d made sure to steer clear of what could be considered their land. Now they were at her back door and certain to have scented her by now as well.

Shit. Fuck. Damn.

This was about to get complicated. For a few seconds she considered shifting and going on the attack. They outnumbered her but she had confidence that in a fair fight she could likely take them both. Except…

She pressed her hand to her stomach and prayed for some divine intervention. The minute they scented her heat the frenzy would begin. She hung her head and dug deep for a shred of control. She wasn’t the animal, she could control this. She repeated it over and over. Willing it to be true.

A gust of wind blew snow in her face, freezing on impact with her skin.

Yeah this cold weather snow crap can bite me.

The two men grew close enough for her to hear voices but not yet make out the words. Whatever their plans, they obviously were not trying to sneak up on her. Idiots. If she were the stalker and they the prey, they’d practically rolled out the welcome mat. Their skulls would be crushed in minutes.

She crouched low and leaned against a tree. The sturdy trunk would give her the leverage to jump when and if she needed to. An owl hooted in the distance. She had no idea what time it was, considering the position of the moon was shrouded by the storm. Any minute now, the cougars would emerge from the tree line and she’d have to do something drastic to stop them from getting too close.

Daisy inhaled deeply and counted to five before she slowly exhaled. Being in heat heightened her senses and emotions, especially fear. The last thing she needed to do was overact and land herself in hot water with the locals.

“You coming Seth?”

The deep voice of the first to step into the clearing carried easily to her ears. She tensed, waiting for him to hit her line of sight.

“Don’t be an ass, Trent. I had to stop and examine those claw marks. Did you notice the perimeter is freshly marked?”

Yeah they knew what they were walking into. Who would blame her for protecting herself?

When she spotted the first one her breath caught in her throat. Damn, he’s big…

Easily over six feet, his shoulders reminded her of a linebacker they were so wide. Like her he was covered head to toe in winter gear.

“We were right about the smoke. Plenty of smoke coming out of that chimney.”

The rumble of his voice slid over her like butter on a warm pancake. Mmm. She really loved pancakes. Her stomach rumbled at the thought. She hadn’t eaten much on the trip and since she’d hit the mountain she’d been obsessed with the cold that wouldn’t ease up.

The second man emerged from the trees carrying just as much gear. He matched the first in height although his shoulders were a fraction leaner. She swallowed thickly. Taking them both down would be a hell of a challenge. For a brief second she considered other options but she wasn’t much of a sweet talker and running wasn’t going to happen.

One hundred yards and they’d be on top of where she hid in the brush. Just a few more seconds.

The first man halted and sniffed the air. “Is that what I think it is?”

The second man stopped next to the other and they both sniffed at the air like a couple of fucking bloodhounds.

“Oh man.”

End of Excerpt

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Vampires For Valentines Day Hop

Vampires for Valentines Giveaway Hop

Welcome to my stop on the Vampire For Valentines Day Hop. I’m really excited to be participating in this fun hop and look forward to visiting all the great blogs.

February is the month of love and what do we love more than hot, sexy, dangerous and seductive vampires? Vampires For Valentines Giveaway Hop is all about spreading our love for these supernatural creatures.

Vampires For Valentines Giveaway Hop runs from 12:01am February 10th through to 11:59pm February 16th 2012, and is hosted by Felicity Heaton (Paranormal Romance Author) and Bitten by Paranormal Romance.

The timing of this event is perfect for me as I wrap up the edits on my upcoming release Vampire Awakening coming out later this month.

In fact, I’ve only recently revealed the cover. Isn’t he sexy?

As a reader I have read and enjoyed so many incredible vampire books. Although right now the one vampire that sticks out most is from the series I am reading now. That would be Bones, from the Night Huntress series by Jeanine Frost.

How about you? Do you have a favorite vampire hero or villain for that matter?

CONTEST

I am giving away 3 digital copies of Vampire Awakening. To win all you have to do is leave a comment here on the blog with your email address. The contest is open internationally and ends on February 16th at 11:59 PM EST US. I will email the winner directly on the 17th.

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Snippet Saturday – Warm Place

Interesting enough, this week’s theme is a warm place and I’ve just returned home from sunny and warm Florida. Of course when I look at my stories I am shocked to discover that not a single story is set in Florida. I find that unusual because that’s where I was born and raised for almost 22 years. Too funny.

I have a lot of books set in Charlotte, near where I currently live, and it does get pretty darn hot although I don’t focus much on that in my stories. Then there are the shifter stories all set in the North Carolina/Tennessee mountains. While they get their fair share of heat I never really think of them as a warm place because the mountains are where we southerners like to go to escape the heat.

Then there are the magick books and two of those are set in New Orleans. Aha! Very warm place. And even better I have a swamp scene or two. I actually thought of Florida a lot when I wrote those scenes because my tomboy self spent many a summer in the swamps, on a boat, avoiding gators as much as possible and drinking all the sweet tea I could to cool down. So now that I’ve rambled on I give you an excerpt from the final book in the Pentacles of Magick series, Magick Provoked.

Excerpt:

“Where are we?”

“The middle of nowhere. Which is exactly where we need to be.”

Her stomach sank. “We’re staying here?” He must have read the sheer horror of that in her face because he laughed. Not a quick snort or momentary chuckle. He outright started to laugh his ass off as he opened his door and got out. She opened her own door and joined him in front of the truck.

“What’s wrong, Jessie, you aren’t impressed with my place?”

“You live here?”

“Sometimes. Stay here for a second, I’ve got to get the truck stashed.”

As Noah jumped back in his truck and headed around the bend in the road, she stood and took in the rundown fishing shack and the dirty swamp on which it sat. The damn thing was actually on stilts in the water and looked like it would crumble any second. One good wind and the place was toast. Dear Lord, there has to be a better place to hide than here.

Ignoring his request to stay put, Jessie walked toward the small dock that wrapped around the side of the building and set her bag down on the dirt in front of it. No point in getting her things wet if the dock didn’t hold up under her weight. She placed her shoe on the wood and gave it a little shove to see what happened. Nothing did. Maybe it would turn out sturdier than it looked after all.

With a deep breath and a what-the-hell shrug, she walked toward the water. The wood creaked underneath her feet, but held strong and steady with no swaying, always a good sign. A smile curved at the edges of her mouth, releasing some of the tension she’d held. She could do this, she was certain. Hell, whatever it took not to end up back in that dungeon cell or in the sacrificial ceremony she’d been heading to was fine by her.

Halfway down the length of the dock, she could see a boat sitting at the end just behind the miserable outhouse. At least, that’s what she would call it because even shack was too good a name for this crumbling building. She wondered if Noah had a tent she could use, ‘cause right now that sounded more secure than his oddball shack.

She turned her attention away from the building and back to the boat. Not just any boat, though. She was looking at an airboat, the airplane engine on the back side was a dead giveaway. Not that it surprised her to find one here. They were fast and the vehicle of choice for swamplands in the bayous known for their harsh terrain of either shallow water, dry land, or tall reeds. Her daddy had always told her there weren’t too many places an airboat couldn’t go.

Fingers touched lightly on her shoulders, sliding underneath her hair to her neck. Her stomach jolted in surprise, a reaction she barely kept contained. With the initial contact of Noah’s heated skin against her flesh, her body buzzed with the familiar connection. Desire curled in her belly, spreading to her pussy and breasts, readying her body for hot, sweaty sex with the one man she wanted more than anything else. Talk about bad timing.

“Ready to go for a ride?” His breath tickled the shell of her ear and she let her head fall back against the hard wall of his chest. She imagined him lying naked and hard in the hot sunshine as she straddled his body, lowering herself until his entire length was sheathed deep inside her. Liquid trickled between her thighs at the image of their sweat slickened bodies taking what they needed from each other. Sex with Noah always changed everything.

Denying the tension between them was hard enough, but she was already tired of fighting her attraction to him. Her body needed and he had the cure. Unfortunately her tender heart and will to survive always got in the way.

He lifted her hair, baring her neck where he rained kisses and small bites all along the skin. For every sharp bite he followed with a swipe of his tongue until she moaned from the painful pleasure of it. His free hand slid under the hem of her shirt and traveled upwards toward her bare breasts. The magick emanating from his hand permeated through her skin, heating her from the inside out. She sucked in a shocked breath. Too hot. Can’t resist. Her nipples tingled, clit pulsed, and her heart raced. The darkness that was the very essence of Noah turned her on and made her hot. More. More.

The magick flooded her body, filling the emptiness Scott’s damage had left behind. When the scar on her shoulder began to heat and burn, fear rose up thick and dark, forcing her to…

“No!” She pushed away from Noah, afraid of what she’d do to the both of them if her beast still lurked inside. A lot of rage and hatred now lingered there, waiting to be unleashed, and she had no idea what would happen when or if it broke free.

She couldn’t turn and look at him. She was afraid of the recrimination she would see. She gulped in the sticky, humid air, desperate to get her body back under her own control. Giving in to Noah was no longer an option. She started to walk off until he stopped her by grabbing her arm.

“You can’t run from me this time. I’ll give you some more time considering your ordeal, but Jessie…”

She looked into his determined gaze.

“No more running. Now get in the boat.”

“The—the boat?” she stuttered.

“Yeah, you didn’t think we were going to stay here, did you?”

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Hot, Hard and Hexing by Mari Freeman

Naughty November #11

 

hothardandhexing_msrsmallLinks: www.marifreeman.com

Buy: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9693-hot-hard-hexing.aspx

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hot-Hard-Hexing-Book-ebook/dp/B0069RH8WG/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1321749029&sr=8-12

Blurb:

Book two in the Hot, Hard series.

When magic is attracted to magic, it’s impossible to ignore…

Sonja Ambercroft’s homebody existence is about to change. Drastically. A Dreamstalker has kidnapped her cousin in exchange for a powerful talisman, and Sonja soon finds herself doing things she’d never imagined. Stealing the talisman from her sister? Check. Grappling with Gremlins? Check. Enjoying ridiculously hot visions about a scruffy, sexy mountain man doing untold things to her naked body? Che—

Wait…what? As if she needs that kind of distraction right now! Especially when the stranger’s magic stirs her inner Dragon. Not good. A childhood tragedy has made shifting too dangerous. Sonja can’t risk letting her Dragon loose, but as the erotic visions transform into real-life fantasies, the beast becomes harder to contain.

Sonja’s dangerous adventure will require help from her reclusive mountain man, a Fairy and no less than two queens—one Voodoo, one drag. But ultimately she’ll have to trust her other self, let her inner Dragon roar, if she hopes to bring her cousin back alive.

Excerpt: Set up… Sonja is having very naughty sexual psychic visions about Ray Burgess. She has no control over no control over when they come or any clue as to why? But she’s learning to like it.

He was nude. Feet straddling her legs as she sat on the blanket. The breeze now skirted over her skin, making the tiny hairs on her stomach quiver. Her nipples tightened. His cock jerked. She wanted to reach up and touch it. She could reach it. He was holding it right there, after all. He wouldn’t be all naked and standing over her in a field if he didn’t want her to touch it. Would he? Hell, she wanted to do more than touch it. She wanted to lick the beautiful thing. Run her tongue right along that vein that seemed to be pulsing, calling to her. Yup. That’s exactly what she wanted to do.

He released his hold and his cock jerked again, bobbed a couple times as if to agree with her thought process. She licked her lips and heard him moan. Maybe he could hear her thoughts. She was naked and sans scars again, in the same field. Why not go for it?

And why back here in this field, too? If this is her fantasy, dream, vision…whatever, why not have him tied up in a soft, comfy bed? She closed her eyes and willed it.

Cynical laughter echoed off in the distance. Her eyes snapped open to see if someone had joined them in her little fantasy world. But before she could look Mari Freeman 40

anywhere, the point was rendered moot. Ray was splayed on the same type of big bed as the one in her hotel room, hands tied with green velvet ropes to the metal vines that twisted into a beautiful arch over the bed.

Sonja reclining next to him. All she could do was study his wonderful cock.

“Sonja.” She heard his voice in her head. It was strangely garbled, as if it weren’t him speaking. She let her gaze follow the line of his body, admiring his tight abs and strong chest as she made it to his face. His eyes were closed. His head tilted back.

She reached for his stomach, gently grazing her fingers across his heated skin. His olive complexion was a stark difference from the ivory skin of her hand. His muscles tightened under her touch. His hips moved. It was beautiful. She’d never had anyone respond to her that way. She was dripping wet but afraid the vision would disappear again.

He moaned. “Please.” The sound of his voice, gravely and needful, pushed her over the edge. She reached out and grabbed his stiff cock. No care for being gentle. If it was her vision, she wanted everything to be her way.

She stroked him, squeezing his length, knowing he liked it a little rough but not knowing how she knew. He bucked. She pulled away. She heard the rush of air leave his lungs before he turned his head toward her and opened his eyes. Those intense, beautiful eyes. He didn’t speak. He was begging without begging.

She leaned over him, got on her knees and ran her tongue the length of his cock. Tracing that fat vein just as she had imagined. She circled around the head and back down his shaft. He’d quit moving, letting her control the experience. She took him into her mouth and slid down his shaft as far as she could and rested there, feeling the thickness of him against her throat. The scent of fresh soap teased her senses. He remained unbelievably still.

She wanted a reaction. Sonja lightly moved her tongue back and forth along his heated skin while he was still deep in her mouth. That worked. He jerked, trying to push in farther. She relaxed and let him, holding her breath. It wasn’t much, but he was deeper.

In her eagerness, she gave him only a moment to enjoy the sensation. Sonja wanted to be fucked before the vision faded like the others. She was aching with need. Teasing with little flicks of her tongue, she pulled away slowly until he slipped from her lips.

She eased herself over his splayed body, admiring the shape of his thighs, the way his chest had just a sprinkling of hair despite the thick beard. When her gaze made it to his face, his eyes were open. He had the slyest little grin on his face. She reached between her spread legs and grabbed his hard cock. His eyes fluttered and then he blinked to focus back on her. She rubbed his smooth head over her folds to slick his shaft…

Then her body started floating.

“No!” She screamed with her lungs but her body cried out in unison. She wanted him. She needed him. Her surroundings swirled and twisted into a melted array of confusing colors. The laughter she heard earlier seemed louder as it reverberated off into the abyss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She was back in the tub. Sweating from the heat and the racking need her body was fighting. Her fingers were buried deep in her folds—and someone was banging on the door.

Sex And Magick

I am currently writing a new witch book and its led me to do some research on the internet. Man, do I heart Google.

One of the resources I found is a site called sexandmagic.com While I’m not using anything from the site for this book I found some very interesting spells and I thought I’d share one for spicing up your love life.

TO MAKE YOUR MAN MORE PASSIONATE IN BED

Write his name on a red phallus candle, stroke it 9 times with musk oil, and then  pass it through the smoke of musk incense. Light the candle once a day, letting it burn 1/2 an inch each time. When the candle is finished, wrap it in a piece of red satin and keep it under your bed for one month.

 

Just one of the fun and interesting things I often come across in the name of research. ;)

Happy Monday and don’t forget to visit THE DAMM BLOG.

Eliza

Six Sunday

Wow It’s October. This year is flying by but I can’t say I mind October. It’s one of my favorite months. Cooler weather, falling leaves, and Halloween! I adore all things paranormal this month. In celebration of this first weekend in October, I am taking today off and will hopefully be decorating the house and yard.

For this week’s Six Sunday we continue through my WIP, Dark Magic Desire. So let’s lick off the month of Halloween with something appropriate.

Here is my inspiration for this scene:

Excerpt:

Devlin scented evil. Its putrid odor burned his nostrils as he breathed in the last of the available air inside his death chamber buried six feet under the earth. Muffled sounds from above him sharply reminded him that his friends and fans were waiting for him to complete his latest death-defying stunt. He’d been enjoying the anticipation of their upcoming panic when they’d wonder if he’d failed and was going to die. Until that rotting flesh odor had penetrated his senses. Now he was stuck here for at least another two minutes while something else lurked among the helpless humans.

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Six Sunday

After a very productive week of releases and other items scratched off the to do list, I am back to work on a witch book I started eons ago, Dark Magic Desire.

I’m running late this week and I’ve got some edits on Power Play to get to, so I’m just going to get to it.

Here’s my six:

Her barely restrained magic circled him, urging him closer. Oh yeah, the high priestess knew exactly what she was doing when she’d sent her only daughter, the woman was cunning. Ruthless when the situation warranted it.

Dark desire squeezed his cock. Marissa was using her magic against him, the forbidden taste of it filled his senses. They must be desperate, because who in that Coven, in their right mind, wanted him?

 

Don’t forget! Today is the last day to enter the Love Spell contest. Scroll down to Monday’s blog post for the details and the awesome prize.

For more great Sunday sixers visit the Six Sunday page!

Have a great Sunday!

Eliza

Love Spell Contest

Since the fourth book in the Pentacles of Magick series, Magick Provoked, will be re released this week, I thought it would be fun to offer up a contest prize in theme with the book. Plus it’s almost Halloween so this prize will be perfect for October. *grins*

The Love Spell candle is handmade from White Magick Alchemy on Etsy. (yes, I might be addicted to that site)

The candle is deep red and scented with a unique fragrance called Love Spell. With essences used to draw love and attaction, aromas used to bewitch and confuse the opposite sex.

For a chance to win the candle simply leave a comment on this post and then check back next Monday for the winner.

On a side note, if you haven’t seen and liked my updated author page on Facebook, be sure to hop over there and check it out. I have started a new exclusive fan zone for FB friends.

Take care,

Eliza

Six Sunday: Magick Time

Since last Sunday I turned in my latest WIP, I’ve turned to final edits on the fourth Pentacles of Magick book, Magick Provoked.

But before we get to the excerpt… What’s a little Six Sunday without a hottie to go with it. Already I am imagining all the things he could do with that belt. Sighs. This of course has absolutely nothing to do with the story but it’s hot all the same. Your welcome. ;)

Now on to the excerpt:

This takes place in the beginning of the book when the heroine is trying to escape from the dungeon she’s been held captive in for weeks.

She turned the corner and ground to a halt. There on the dirty floor, with his hands bound and mouth taped up, laid her guard. The same guard who’d treated her like shit for weeks. She bent down slowly so that her mouth was not far from his ear when she whispered. “You should be afraid. Very afraid.”

“No, Jessie, we don’t have time to play with him right now, no matter how much he might deserve it,” Noah warned.

So there’s a taste. This book will be out this week along with the newly revised Bourbon Affair, the free read that goes with the Pentacles of Magick series.

Don’t forget to head over to SixSunday.com for more great excerpts.

Bag Of Swag Contest

Throughout the year I attend several conventions and one of my favorite things to do is check out the swag. I’m always looking for fun creative items that make great giveaways and treasures. I always end up bringing back way more stuff than I need but then I know that we can have a contest here on the blog to give away lots of stuff.

For this week, I’ve got a bag of swag filled with stuff from the RT Booklovers convention earlier this year. All you have to do is leave me a comment with your email address and you’re entered! (although if you clicked to my facebook page and gave it some like love, I’d be super grateful.)

This awesome bag of swag even comes in one of my brand new bad girl bags as you can see in the pic. (Yeah, my picture taking skills leave a lot to be desired.)

Spread the word on Twitter and Facebook. The more entries I get the more I will stuff in that bag. :)

And while you’re waiting to see if you’ve won, why not check out the next book in my Pentacles of Magick series, Force of Magick.

Dennison Scott is destined to succumb to his dark magick unless he finds and takes his empathic mate, a female born into the prophecy. But this earth witch has already forged a bond with his current lover, Jake that he has no intention of breaking. Curse or no curse.

When both Denn and Jake begin to fantasize about a dark-haired witch, the real trouble begins.

Raven is a witch and a bounty hunter willing to sell her power to the highest bidder, even the enemy. Until she tried to kill one of the Scott twins which left her on the brink of death. Now with her magick bound and captive to two men, she is more vulnerable than ever and she has to decide whether to trust in the impossible or fight for the life she thought she was destined for.

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It’s Time For An Update!

I’ve just days ago returned from a ten day vacation to the Pacific Northwest. While I travel a lot for my writing I don’t get a lot of other vacation time. But since it was my 20th wedding anniversary I was bound and determined to do something special. And let me tell you, if you’ve never visited the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State, you are missing out. Loved it!

But now it’s time to get back to work and really get a lot done for the rest of the year. So what’s new or coming up? Why let me tell you. *grins*

Just yesterday I was interviewed at the ParaYourNormal Blog Talk Radio show and it was certainly a lot of fun. You can listen to it on their ParaYourNormal Blog Talk Channel. If you are interested in what’s coming next in the world of my shapeshifting cougars, you want to listen to the interview.

Yesterday was a very productive day as I also finished writing a proposal for a sequel to my contemporary romance book, Midnight Playground, and sent that off to my editor. Cross your fingers for me on that. I’m really pumped about where I’ve decided to take the series. In fact, it wasn’t planned to be a series at all but as all good ideas do, this one smacked me upside the head and left me no choice but to explore it further. Hopefully I will be very busy the next few months writing this story.

I am currently about half way through the writing of Dark Magic Desire, a new witch book with a unique twist on control and evolution. At least as far as witches go. This book has been a long time coming and with a little luck and a lot of perseverance it will be completed soon.

I’ve updated the blog sidebar here with all the current writing projects. Or at least the next 4. Although I do have a secret one or two I hope to fit in somewhere. ;)

I also reached out to Facebook and Twitter looking for some specific book recommendations and thanks to the feedback I have started reading a new series that is really good so far. I’ve been wanting to read Sophie Oak for a while now and as you can see from the sidebar I have begun.

My summer weekly movie quest continues with The Green Lantern this week and Super 8 last week. Thought the Green Lantern was pretty good and really liked Super 8. There have been so many awesome movies this summer I can hardly keep up. Definitely on tap for this weekend or next week are Cars 2 and Bad Teacher. And then of course after that is the long awaited Transformers. Wheeee!

Just looking at the movie releases through August I am seeing 10 more potentials I’d like to go see. Yowsa my budget!

Of course, while I was gone I had a brand new book release. Please check out this new BDSM Menage Romance.  It’s early days for Submissive Beauty yet and I’m anxiously awaiting reviews and reader feedback. Although special thanks to Robin who let me know on Facebook yesterday that she loved it. Woot!

If you read Submissive Beauty I’d love it if you left it your honest review at Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

Also, in the next few weeks you can expect to see the 3rd Magick book, Force of Magick be re-released as well as the 4th Purgatory book, Burned. More details to follow as their release dates grow near.

As the summer progresses I am sure more will happen. In the meantime you can always find me on Twitter and Facebook.

I also think it’s about time I cook up some new contests…

Have a good one!

Eliza