Today let's Welcome Alexandra Christian to the blog. Here is a little something about her hot series out with Mocha Memoirs Press.
Strange Bedfellows is a series from Mocha Memoirs
Press. The first collection, Behind
the Red Door contains 3 novellas:
“Three to Tango,” “His Phantom Caress,” and the latest installment,
“Dead Sexy.” It is available in both
eBook and print formats.
Blurb:
Welcome
to The Oubliette.
Cali Barrows has had it with love. After wasting three years with the man she
thought was the love of her life, she finds out that he’s been sleeping with
his boss. Broken-hearted and bored,
Cali’s life had become a string of TV dinners and tawdry romance novels. She
wondered where her life was going until she followed the mysterious stranger
through the red door and enters a world that few would ever know existed.
The Oubliette is a safe haven for all those
creatures that go bump in the night.
They cater to a very particular clientele and only those who seek it out
may find the red door leading into a dark paradise of otherworldly delights. Together with her vampire hosts, André and
Leo, Cali becomes a matchmaker for the undead and unwittingly gets herself into
all sorts of mischief, all the while slipping into a decadent world where every
sensual desire is fulfilled.
Excerpts: Bloggers
may choose to use whichever fits in better with their content.
(Sexy Excerpt):
“Hello,”
she said softly. Her voice wavered a
little but strangely she found that she wasn’t afraid. Not like before. Perhaps she was bewitched, but her mind was quiet. “Who’s there?” No one spoke, but she could feel the warmth
of a body close by. She knew he was
male, she could smell him. A light scent
of leather, cool mint and a light musk permeated the air and Cali couldn’t help
but shiver. She wanted him to come
closer, but she was afraid to ask. She
should be frightened. Panicking that
some stranger was watching her, taking in every naked inch of her flesh, but
she wasn’t. She wanted him to look and
in fact, could feel herself arching slightly and thrusting her breasts into
view. “Is it you, Necromancer?” she
hissed. “Standing there in the dark,
wanting me but afraid to touch? I can
smell you, you know. The scent of your
desire is pungent, Sir.” Cali inhaled
deeply, a seductive smile crossing her ruby lips as she took in the masculine aroma. She shuddered, her body responding almost
involuntarily. He hadn’t even touched
her and already she could feel the dewy pearls of wetness forming at her
center. “Has it been so long? So long
since you felt the touch of a warm, living body that hasn’t been poisoned by
your obsession?”
Her
visitor still did not speak, but she could feel him coming closer. The bed bounced lightly as he sat down beside
her, still just staring. She could hear
him breathe, slow and even, trying to hide any note of his own arousal, but it
was too practiced. Cali grinned, knowing
that she was having some effect. The
stranger reached down, his arm lightly touching hers as he leaned forward. This time Cali did gasp, as the sound she heard
at first was unrecognizable. Then it
dawned on her that there was water being poured from some vessel into a
bowl. A heavy, liquid sound that was
just beside her ear. She would have
expected it to be cold, but she could feel some kind of warmth emanating from
whatever basin the liquid was being poured into. The pouring ended in a slow dripping and the
basin was brought across and laid by her side on the bed. She could hear it sloshing around and she
tried not to move. If she spilled the
contents, her strange host might be angry and in her current predicament, that
could be exceptionally bad.
The
light scent of lavender and cherry bark wafted through the room on a still
breeze. Slow dripping, warm water over
hot flesh. Cali gasped as the drops hit
one by one across her chest. Almost
deliberately they beaded just over the curve of each breast and then slid down
lazily to heavenly valleys below her sternum.
A single bead alighted on the rose point of each nipple. They hardened immediately, as if reaching out
for the source of the wet heat. Cali
wanted to moan, but she bit down on her lip hard enough to bring blood, afraid
that if she made a sound that this delicious sensation would end. Whoever was with her had perfect control and
knew just how high to place the drops so that the warm, scented liquid kissed
each erogenous zone as he continued this gradual, sweet Chinese water
torture. A dotted path led the way down
the curve of her belly to the subtle dip of her navel. Her captor dribbled more of the warm water
into the tiny cup until it spilled over and began to gently flow down the slope
and into the nest of fine, downy curls that hid her femininity. This time she gasped. She couldn’t help it. She pulled at her bonds, lost in the delayed pleasure
and frantic desire. “Touch me,” she
rasped, but still he did not speak. Only
the sound of the basin being moved aside would answer her command.
(Horror Excerpt):
He
waited a few moments, wondering what would happen next. With each passing minute he became more
agitated, thinking of Cali being chained up somewhere, a warped vision of the
princess trapped in the tower. But
André’s days of knighthood were over and it had been a very long time since
he’d had to rescue anyone. He hoped that
he was up for it. A deep breath and he
started forward. His footsteps made
heavy sounds on the floor and he mentally counted them out as he moved down the
long tunnel toward the orangish light that cast a dirty illumination on the
floor up ahead. As he approached, he
could smell the sulfur and decay that permeated the landscape of Sheol. It was a burning smell, but not the pleasant,
earthy scent of someone burning a woodstove or leaves in late fall, but the
inside of a crematory. It was so strong
he could taste it and he nearly gagged on the thick, acidic atmosphere. Everyone knows that a vampire’s only fear is
death.
André
emerged onto a craggy, deserted landscape.
The ground was mostly ash and jagged shards of obsidian. That sulfuric smell was stronger here, but
he was getting used to it. There was no
path, just an empty wasteland as far as the eye could see. He turned, looking around as if to get some
kind of bearing, but there was none to have.
André realized that he would simply have to keep moving forward until
some kind of clue emerged.
There
were portals all over The Nether to reach Sheol and places beyond. One only needed to know where to look. These portals were both physical and
ethereal. Sam, who was a Reaper, needed
only to think and know an incantation to shift between one world and the
next. Vampires, though very powerful in
the physical world, had very little impact in the ethereal. Their talent was knowledge. Most vampires were highly intelligent
creatures who could think their way in and out of any situation. That’s not to say that stupid people didn’t
become vampires. They just didn’t last
very long. Thinking was how André would
find Cali. He only hoped he could
out-think Salazar.
Suddenly,
the tiny hairs on the inside of André’s ears began to vibrate. A small voice came softly, carried by the
warm breath of wind that whipped constantly around. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound and
trying to make sense of it. All other
noise went away and was replaced by a whisper of silence as he focused on the
tiny voice. “Help me…” it whined, the
voice tinny and desperate. “Cali?” he
called, knowing before he even got the word out that it wasn’t. This voice was more like a child. André tried to ignore it and move on, but the
further away he went, the closer the voice seemed to get. A tiny whimper followed and André stopped,
surveying the desolation, turning this way and that looking for the source of
the cry. His vision blurred at first and
then rushed to stunning clarity that seemed to zoom in on the focus of his
attention. A child, small and dirty, was
crawling across the field of broken glass.
André was unsure of the gender, as the child’s hair was shorn to near
nothingness and its body emaciated. He
began to walk toward it with cautionary steps.
It was very likely some kind of trap.
About Alexandra Christian:
Alexandra Christian is an author of
mostly paranormal erotic romance and horror.
In case you don't know what that means, she writes about not-so-nice
girls getting it on with out- of- this- world heroes. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, angels and
demons-- and that's just recently!
A self-proclaimed “Southern Belle from
Hell,” Lexxx is a native South Carolinian who lives with an epileptic wiener
dog and a pet ghost hunter. She has
published several novels, novellas and short stories with Ellora’s Cave, Purple
Sword Publications, Mocha Memoirs Press and most recently, Seventh Star
Press. She looks forward to sharing her
twisted view of reality with the masses through erotic paranormal romance and
horror. Lexxx’s long-term aspirations
are to one day be a bestselling authoress and part-time pinup girl. Questions, comments and complaints are most
welcome at her website: http://lexxxchristian.wordpress.com/ .
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