New Release: Adult Lost Souls: Circus Diabolique

Paranormal Menage Romance, M/F/M, Multiple Partners Sharing, BDSM]

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Blurb:

Selena moved into her new house. On her first night there she is awakened by Donavan pleading for help. He is trapped on the other side of her mirror. Something inside of her is motivated to find a way to free him. When she touches the glass, there is an instant connection between the two of them.

However, what she doesn't know is that an ancient evil possesses Donavan in the guise of a demonic jester who wants her soul. Donavan tells her to flee the house and forget about him, but Selena can't. When she is vulnerable, the jester breaks through her dreams, enticing and tasting her with his power.

Will Selena be able to free the man she loves? Or will the jester's influence take root in her soul? Only time will tell, and there isn't much of it left.


Excerpt:

Baby, where are you? Selena thought.

He appeared in her mind and she felt him caress her breast the way he had the other night when she was in the bathtub. His hands replaced hers, he moved her clit slowly, and then she felt his mouth working on her. Her hands gripped the shower bar above her while his tongue flicked lightning quick over her hard node. Shivers of ecstasy coursed through her. Her breathing came in small gasps. He was fucking her with his tongue in long luscious licks.

"More, baby, please. I'm ready."

She felt a pause in him. The green energy zinged through her.

Selena barely noticed the water had grown cold. She was so hot she couldn't contain her moans. At that moment, she didn't care what he did to her, she just needed him. Then he started up again. His fingers slipped inside of her. One. Two. And then three. He curled them inside her pussy. His teeth nibbled at her. Her hands gripped the bar tighter when she pushed her pussy into his face. Even though it was a ghostly sensation, she felt him through their connection.

"Do you like it? Do you enjoy being eaten?"

"Yes. Yes! I need you in the flesh like earlier. Come to me, please."

"I was waiting for you to say that, but aren't you afraid of the Jester? I can only keep him away for so long."

"I trust you. Please, I need you."

The jingle of bells and laughter filtered through the bathroom. Suddenly, Donavan's manipulations grew rough, but she didn't care. She needed him.

"You taste so good." His fingers moved inside of her more. Donavan's power descended over her.

She tried to open her eyes, but her body was not responding to her commands. The green energy surrounding her became a vice. Instead of being alone in the shower, she sensed someone else was with her. Donavan had crossed over and come to her. Hands kneaded her breasts hard. Selena was amazed at the passion moving through her. Her hips buckled at the sensations.

"You want more. Tell me you do. I can give you more if you let me. You reached out and I answered your call. Are you afraid of me? Afraid I'll consume you?"

Selena wasn't sure what Donavan was talking about. How could she be afraid of him? He was rough with her before and this was nothing new. "I love it. You know I want it. Give me all you have. I can take it. Please!"

"Please what?" Lips touched the back of her neck. She didn't want it to stop. She wanted to be fucked.

"Do you want me? Tell me and I'll give you what you crave."

Selena didn't dare open her eyes in case she broke the mood and Donavan would retreat back into the mirror. She was proud of him for keeping the Jester at bay. It only meant that he was stronger than the demon.

Hands clutched her ass. Something hard touched the inside of her thigh. It was colder than the water. A tongue licked the side of her face. Fingers rubbed against her faster. She moaned. God, she wanted him. Trevor had opened her up to a whole new kind of sexual appetite she had never thought would be sated and now Donavan had brought her to another level.

"I came here to satisfy both our needs, Selena. You get one free pass and this is it. Tell me quickly before the Jester comes. He's near. I can smell your lust and see it in your thoughts. I can fuck you as you ask, but I need your permission."

"Fuck me. Hard," she screamed.

"I thought you would never ask."

Donavan worked her clit. She pushed her ass into him, gripping the bar so hard she didn't know it if would break. After a moment, his dick slid into her. Oh, fuck. It felt so good and calmed the raging sensations. She needed him. Needed all of it. Without another word, he thrust himself all the way into her.

Awesome Review

Hi All,

I got my first review in for How to Ruin Easter for a Werewolf and it is great I wanted to share.


"...This book is funny, quirky, and smart-ass. I quite enjoyed this sexy romp through New York. I also realized that this is part of a series and I definitely want to read the others. I absolutely loved the main characters, werewolves Sebastian and Demona, who love to eat people with as much reverence as eating a deer. The descriptions even made my mouth water. Does that make me a cannibal? Or it could have been I was extremely hungry, who knows, but that is so damn fine writing!..."

Review by Acquanetta Ferguson
San Diego Erotica Books Examiner



http://www.examiner.com/x-5465-San-Diego-Erotica-Books-Examiner~y2009m3d23-Erotic-book-review-How-To-Ruin-Easter-For-A-Werewolf

New Covers and Writing

Hi guys,

I have some awesome new covers that I have gotten this weekend from my wonderful cover artist Ana Rabiyah. Aren't they pretty?











Besides the new covers I am edit free at least for a little bit. I can actually focus on writing with is great! So I've been doing that some this weekend, relaxing, letting the tattoos heal, and listening to our bird screech for the past two days. LOL.

So no doing anything exciting really which is a good thing. Been catching up on television shows I haven't seen all week. Thank God they have them on the computer. Besides that hubby decided to do some gardening and transplant some plants. I stay away from the gardening only because if I touch plans I tend to kill them. It's sad really. I always watched this foreign vampire film called Let the Right One In. It was different, from Belgium I think or Norway. I'm probably wrong on the country, but it was good. I like different vampire movies.

Getting a good one now a days is hard to find. The same with any good horror movie. The last horror movie I saw at the theatres, the Unborn, ugh. Didn't like it. I bought Mirrors and The Orphanage and really liked those. I've been doing a flash back to the eighties horror movies this past weekend and watching Nightmare on Elm Streets. Ahh Freddy movies are classic.

What's your favorite horror movie?

My fav of all time is Poltergeist. Still can't sleep with my closet door open, of course it doesnt' help that there is a ghost in my closet too, but ehh I deal.

New Release: A Taste of Darkness @ Amira Press

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BLurb
Tricia has lusted after Zander, but he never let’s her get close. Fed up, she walks out of his life for good.

Zander keeps Tricia at bay because the beast within him wants to rip her throat out and paint her bedroom in blood. Finally, he gives into his desires, trying to mend the rift between them. Little does he know, Tricia is falling for her boss, Kevin.

Kevin hates Zander but will do whatever it takes to keep Tricia. Having a relationship with two vampires is harder than Tricia ever imagined. Especially when neither of them are what they seem.

Excerpt

I smiled, showing her my fangs. I leaned in again, capturing her lips with mine. She might have been afraid, but she kissed me with sheer abandon. I gripped one of her breasts kneading it. Through her T-shirt the nipple hardened against my palm. I released her lips. Tricia’s gaze didn’t leave mine. Her breathing intensified. Her heart sounded like a base drum to my sensitive ears. If she wanted to run, she could have. There was an opening. I released her breast scraping my nails down the fabric of her shirt and over her left thigh. I pressed my nails into her flesh working my way up her leg to the boundary of her panties. I licked the side of her throat. Her longing had spiced her flesh and made it taste minty. “You taste so good, Tricia. One bite and I can eat you up. Do you want that?”

Tricia had begun to shake. Lust had her in its grip. My fingers traced the line of her panties. With one swipe, I could release her desire and claim her for my own. She would feel so good. “Please,” she whispered.

I kissed her cheek and took away my other arm. She wouldn’t go anywhere. If she did, I could catch her. Part of me hungered for her to run. If Tricia did, then she’d be wonderful to hunt. “Please what? Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you want to see what I was? Here I am before you.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “You know it’s not, Zander. Stop toying with me.”

I caught her lip between mine. “But this is what I am, Tricia. This is me. Who says that I’m playing.” My palm crept over the flat terrain of her stomach. I lowered my tongue to her neck. I drew back my lips, reading to strike. Her pulse boiled underneath her skin. “Then what do you want? I can fuck you as you’ve desired. I can suck you. I can do so many things to you. Tell me what you want, Tricia.” I growled.

“I-I don’t know. Not like this.”

“But I can taste your desire. I know you can feel mine.” I caught one of her wrists guiding it to the bulge in my jeans.

I hissed when she began caressing it through the fabric. I brought my teeth down on her neck. Regular human teeth. She cried out and I felt the wetness of her tears. I didn’t draw blood even though it took all my control not to. Her back arched off the wall. There was pleasure laden with fear in her moan. Sucking hard on her flesh, I licked the spot where I would strike. Tricia pressed herself against me. Her friction of her hand rubbing on the fabric across my cock drove me to the edge. I licked her neck again and backed off her. I gripped her windowsill with my back to her. It cracked. I heard the grating of her flesh sliding down on the rough wall. Her heart thundered in my ears shouting at me to drink her dry. The beast in my veins demanded I feed since I had let it out. In my three hundred years, I’d done some horrible things and they had been wonderful. I closed my eyes against the memories of the blood baths blooming behind my eyes and I could easily see Tricia’s walls spattered in crimson speckles.

New Release: How to Ruin Easter for a Werewolf

Out now from Phaze

Blurb:
On the prowl for a delicious white rabbit, werewolves Demona and Sebastian rush down the wrong hole...into a clandestine New York club for furry fetishists. While the sexually-charged atmosphere inspires new levels of hunger for the couple, they must curb their appetites in order to protect their hides. This is no ordinary club, they soon discover when the rabbit shifts from prey to hunter.

Excerpt:

Demona walked over to her mate and put her arms around him. She rubbed her face against his hard chest before nuzzling his neck. His scent was always so intoxicating, she could feel the surface of her panties getting wet just from his smell.

“Big bad daddy, let’s not worry about that now. We’ll talk later. I promise,” she crooned. “For now let’s go find that rabbit. Mommy’s hungry.”

“Fine,” Sebastian growled. He took her hand. She felt his warm kiss on her lips. “Later we talk.”

Demona nodded eagerly and pulled him down the alley to the vacant warehouse. Through the heavy metal door they could hear the thumping of bass speakers. Sebastian pulled open the door. Demona stepped through in front of him. Gone was the metal old rusty look that was on the outside. Inside it seemed as though they really had slid down the rabbit hole. Purple swatches of silky fabric hung from the ceiling, stuffed animals decorated the walls, and at the bar was a girl dressed in a leopard outfit serving drinks. The most amazing thing was the amount of costumed people lounging around on plush red sofas and cushions. Demona’s eyes widened. She covered her mouth to stifle her giggles when she spied a squirrel giving a pussy cat a blow job. On the other side of the room, there was a pink teddy bear bent over a table with her flap open while a lion fucked her.

“What the hell is this place?” Sebastian’s voice sounded appalled.

“Oh my God. It’s a scritching club!” Demona replied with laughter in her voice.

“Scritching? How do you know about this stuff? Don’t tell me you were into this kinda stuff before we got together.”

“Internet, dear Sebastian. The thing you hate to use is called a computer.” Demona turned to him with a wide grin. “Scritching is a kind of fetish humans have. They enjoy dressing up like animals and having sex.”

“Seriously! You have got to be kidding me!”

“Nope, this is the real deal. They do it in secret places because it’s technically illegal.” She twirled around excitedly. “This is so freaking awesome. Let’s find the rabbit!”

“I think we should leave baby, um—that panda bear over there is giving me the eye.” Sebastian looked uncomfortable. She tugged at his coat.

“Oh, honey. We’re at the top of the food chain. Plus, you never know. The panda might taste good when you get past the fur and stuffing.”

“Demona, I don’t want to stay here,” Sebastian growled warningly.

“Please, baby, I need to eat that rabbit,” Demona began to whine, knowing that it would drive him crazy. “I’m craving him, Pookie. Pretty please?”

“All right,” Sebastian rolled his eyes, “but if that panda comes near me my claws come out.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” She hopped up and down before closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. “I can smell him. Come on!”

She grabbed his hand, pulled him away from the door, and headed towards the bar.

On the way, a little redhead wearing a porn star Care Bear outfit put her hand on Sebastian’s crotch. “Hey, big guy, do you want to play?”

“Back off, bitch, before I put you in the animal hospital,” Demona snarled. Her instincts kicked in.

“Now now, baby, we all share in here,” the little yellow bear said with a purr.

Demona’s canine teeth lengthened ready to rip apart flesh. “Okay, if we’re sharing I get a thigh.” She smiled so the red head could see her teeth.

The girl visibly gulped and backed off, quickly throwing a scared look behind her. She moved down to the other end of the bar.

“Now back to finding my rabbit!” Demona said brightly. Her mood changed in an instant. “Come on, daddy.”

“I wish you would stop calling me daddy,” he called to her over the music. “And your mood swings are kinda creepy.”

She turned to him and kissed him, letting him taste her tongue. Sebastian’s arms instantly went around her waist before reaching down and cupping her ass.

“You love when I call you daddy when I’m under you naked and panting…” She caught sight of a white cottony tail going past a stone pillar. “Oh look, the rabbit is right over there!”

The dirty thoughts in her head were totally forgotten when she raced behind her bunny dinner.

New Tattoos

Hehehehe.... everyone wants to see pictures of what I got. I might be mean and not upload them. LOL... Naw.... So hubby and I went today to get more tattoos. I already had to and ended up getting 3 more. Hubby got a bigger one on his left arm. it's a grim reaper and a likeness of the Alchemy Gothic Poster: Day of Reckoning.




Me well... I have this theory about what I get on my back and where because eventually I want a Tree of Life or in my case certain tattoos that represent steps in my my journey through life. That and most of them will have Ravens in them because ravens me a lot to me. That used to be my pen name, but that's another story there altogether.

So here is the one on my hand. It is a Celtic Raven




I got two more on my next to go above the squawking raven that I have. The top one is an ankh and the other is a Pentacle with a triple moon goddess symbol woven into it.



I'm happy with the tattoos and have more planned. Most of them would be on my back of course. I still want to get a triple raven and a raven with wings spread on my lower back.

So if anyone is near Concord, NC and needs a tat. Check out Wicked Addictions and ask for Dave.

Hugss

Rant.

You know over the past few years of me being a writer, I've met a lot of cool people from taking my first writing class in high school to going to school for Publishing. I've stayed friends with some of those people and others I have drifted apart from. Which is fine. And over the years I have learned that writing is a process and you keep evolving with it. These past couple of years while I've been writing, I've had great editors and cover artists and editors who well...aren't all that great, but I'm sure that everyone has had that. I've been through 2 pubs that have gone out of business and transferred those books to other pubs.

At the moment, I have contracts with 7 pubs. Some of whom I will never sub anything to them again because I've had bad experiences with them, but you live and you learn. I've also seen my writing style change over the years with the help of some awesome editors. Know I know that not every author is going to appreciate the hard work that the editor does, but I get it. That said, that doesn't mean that I agree with or like all the changes the editor does, but of course taking a step back I do see where I have faults. (Damn I'm not perfect LOL)

Anyway...In the past two months I've barely written anything because I've been mired in edits. I have 5 books I have to edit, I'm in between 3 and 4 at the moment and working on them when I have time and I think 2 will be coming back to me soon for 2nd edits. Now in a sense this is a good problem because it means that I'll get them out of the way and will be able to have product coming out. On the other hand, I need more time in the day and not a full time job.

Oh well...

Another thing that gets me, and I get it, I really do. Is that I've been asked to writer shorter stuff only because its better for business. I write epic stuff not because I love to see work count because oh god I have to edit the damn thing when I'm done. I just write long stuff. That is the way my brain works etc. I've written shorter things, but to me they are crap. So I guess I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. Can't please everyone and god forbid if I try to write short it only ends up being a massive novel. ARgh. Condense, condense is what I've been asked to do If only it were that easy. That doesn't mean I'm not going to try, but (sigh) if only my brain worked that way on a better level. Who knows... I'm playing around with something to see if it might work...maybe.

Now I just need time to write. Oh well... back to editing.