Quick Look into The Dragon & His Houseboy 2

Hi Everyone,

How many of you loved The Dragon and His Houseboy 1? Well I loved the world so much, I decided to write a second one that will be coming out from Sugar and Spice Press on Oct. 20th.

I hope you enjoy this new installment because I've started on a third one as well taking all the characters from the first two and putting them into the up and coming book. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.

Here is a quick except to steam your glasses and make you dream about sexy dragon shifters.

Blurb: 

Wyr is a dragon hybrid who has been alone for over a hundred years and an outcast among his own kind. When mistaken identity makes him the priest for a local village, he takes up residence in a cave within a volcano. While he gives advice to the town, he keeps his true heritage hidden.

Tahan is the son of a local merchant with an arranged marriage looming over his head. He wants nothing of his father’s business or the marriage. Instead, Tahan has a few secrets of his own and has eyes for the village priest. Tahan admits he knows the priest’s secret only to face his anger, but when Tahan touches him Wyr realizes his true affections for the man.

In order to save the man he loves from the volcanic eruption, Wyr must reveal his true nature. By doing so, his existence is threatened. Still he would do anything to make Tahan happy and see him safe. Even give up his life. 

Excerpt:

The miniature dragon jumped into the air and flapped around the room until it settled on the altar and nibbled on a piece of fruit. Wyr’s stomach growled and he realized he was hungry. He ran his hands over his thighs, and it was then he remembered he was still wrapped in the towel and it was fairly sheer.

“That is a marvelous talent. Something the god would appreciate,” he said and shuffled his feet, trying not to feel the attraction flaring through him.

“Is it good enough for me to stay?” He stared at him.

 All Wyr could focus on were those smoldering blue eyes under long cinnamon lashes. His throat went dry again. Wyr shook his head and found the words. “I really don’t think…”

Tahan slid his hand over Wyr’s growing erection and squeezed it. “I know the true reason why you sent me away yesterday. I understand your anger when I revealed that I knew what you were. You’ve been keeping it a secret because you know the villagers won’t accept it. Just the way they won’t accept me. Another reason why you were livid was because you don’t want to admit to yourself you’re attracted to me. Tell me I’m not right.”

He tried to clear his throat, but Tahan held him captive. His emotions whirled around his mind. His heart slammed into his chest. Wyr tried to back away, but Tahan placed a hand on his shoulder. The soft touch ignited the pull he had for the other man. The little dragon let out a small stream of fire and ignited one of the candles on the altar. Heat flushed inside of Wyr as his muscles contracted again with an oncoming shift.

Wyr tried to remain calm and focus on his breathing, hoping the shift wouldn’t overtake him. The transformation had already started. His back muscles were bunching along his shoulder blades, gathering mass to hold the weight of his great wings. His skin itched. When he glanced down, his tanned skin had already taken on a mauve hue.

“You should go.” He forced out the words.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Tahan said. “That should be evident by me coming here, falling to my knees and begging you to let me stay here. By touching you and kissing you the other day. I’ve seen how you looked at me when I’ve visited in the past, the longing in your eyes and how you stiffen up when I get close.” Tahan squeezed his cock once more.

A moan escaped Wyr’s throat. Beads of perspiration slid down his temple. He yearned to wipe them away, but didn’t dare move in case the sudden movement agitated his fragile state. “None of that matters.”

A devilish smile turned Tahan’s mouth up. He stepped closer and conformed his body to Wyr’s. “Yes, it does. You’re just fighting it because you don’t believe I’m really attracted to you. You’re thinking I’m only doing this because I want sanctuary. But I’m not. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time. All those times I’ve watched you, I saw the hurt you held inside. It was in the way you carried yourself. Anytime you come to town you try to remain aloof, but I see the longing in your eyes. The council doesn’t see it, but I do. Please let me stay.”

Wyr’s muscles trembled as Tahan’s warm breath blasted against his flesh. The other man rested his head on Wyr’s shoulder, placing kisses along his collarbone. The ache to wrap his arms around the other man nearly crushed him, but Tahan had said exactly what was on his mind. He was showing him affection because he needed a place to escape from the world and he had hoped that Wyr could provide that. Of course the more he thought about it, the more he yearned to have him for a companion. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone. Tahan flicked his tongue along Wyr’s Adam’s apple and spikes of delight rammed through him nearly overcoming the twisting of his muscles from the change. His cock grew firmer from the contact and he was burning up from the inside out.

“Let me stay,” Tahan whispered. He met Wyr’s eyes.

His will was crumbling. He sighed and tore his gaze away. “Fine. You can stay, but don’t think that you have to…”

Tahan placed a finger to Wyr’s lips. “Trust me. This is what I want to do. Just relax. Please.”

Wyr saw the need in his eyes. The desire ran rampant through him. All he wanted to do was give himself over to Tahan, but the shift was happening. “Relaxing is near impossible when I’m about to shift.” He stepped away and rolled his shoulders, feeling the dragon scraping along the inside of his skin to get out.

Tahan touched his back and massaged his muscles where the tension was held the most. He arched his back and began to calm down. As Tahan rubbed the area, the dragon retreated. He studied his arms and saw the flesh was no longer shaded purple. It had never happened before. The weight of his wings receded. He had heard whispers among the shape-shifter community of these things happening, but he thought they were just a myth.

“Does that feel good?” Tahan asked.

“Mmmm…very good. Stop for a moment.”

Tahan groaned. “If you enjoy it, then why do you want me to stop?”

Guest Blog Post: Justine Elyot- Preacher Man

A big thank you to Crymsyn for hosting me today – it's great to be here.

I've always been interested in a man in black. Whether it's a billowing cloak or evening dress, there's something about the man who dresses like a sober shadow, especially if that man is a buttoned-up preacher man.

The male protagonist of my Xcite paranormal novel, Saxonhurst Secrets, is just such a fellow. As well as wearing a lot of black, in the form of his clerical garb, Adam Flint is as repressed and uptight as they come. Saxonhurst, with its flagrant sensual atmosphere, is destined to kill or cure him. Which shall it be?

Here's a little bit more about our Adam:

What exactly it was that drew him out of the vicarage study and into the unseasonably warm April air was never clear to Adam Flint. One minute he was unpacking a crate of theological texts, lining them up in neat subsections along the dark wood shelving. The next, he was sweating and giddy, inhabited by the most powerful urge to get outside and be part of the village springtime.

"What's this? Some kind of spring fever?" He spoke to himself, a habit he had got into over the years of rehearsing rhetorical questions for his sermons. Nobody else ever gave him properly satisfactory answers besides. "Well, a bit of fresh air, what's the harm?"

But if somebody had been there to answer that question, before he grabbed the old-fashioned hat and walking cane he liked to affect, despite his being only thirty one, perhaps he would have stayed indoors. What was the harm? He would know soon enough.

Saxonhurst certainly didn't look like the outpost of godlessness he'd been led to expect. The circle of honey coloured cottages nestled around the church had all the correct bucolic fixtures and fittings – flowery trellises up the walls, diamond-paned windows, thatched roofs. He breathed in the aroma of hyacinths, the sweetness steadying him somewhat, bringing him back to his senses. There was nothing odd or sinister about this place. It was simply a village that had fallen prey to the common twenty-first century syndrome of entitled materialism and the consequent atrophy of faith. They were good people who looked after their homes. They were capable of redemption.

From the corner of his eye, he caught the twitch of a lace curtain. A black cat ran across his path by the National Trust pub. The strong feeling that he should be walking out towards the arable farms on the northern outskirts of the village overwhelmed him, turning his footsteps away from the recreation ground and the infants' school, along a narrower lane.

The cottages soon gave way to acres of polytunnels housing tomato plants and courgettes. On his left loomed the ruins of Palmer's Barn, where local legend had it that a man had killed a girl then hanged himself. He almost fell over the wishing well, hidden by weeds, as his curious eye outlined instead the brutal skeleton of the mythic building. It looked evil and brooding. Perhaps he should perform a consecration there, bring the grace of the redeemer to that burnt out wreck. Or perhaps he should just write to the council and suggest its demolition. What was the good of keeping it there, a reminder of wickedness past? It couldn't be good for village spirits.

Here's the blurb:

On the surface, Saxonhurst is like every other sleepy English village in the Vale of Parham.

But what explanations are there for its unfailingly bountiful harvests, its amazingly successful cricket team, its bizarre and bacchanalian May Day rituals?

New vicar Adam Flint is bent on finding out why Saxonhurst has the nickname ‘most godless village in England’. With the help and hindrance of village siren Evie and the strange and remote Lady of the Manor, Julia, he uncovers closets full of skeletons. And not just skeletons – flesh and blood bodies rich in temptations as well…

Will the secrets of Saxonhurst be Adam’s ruin?

It's available now from Xcite Books: http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/6920/Saxonhurst-Secrets.html

Quick Look into Seduction: Devil's Tavern

Hi All,

Seduction: Devil's Tavern 4 will be out on Sept. 5th with Purple Sword Publications. I wanted to share a quick glimpse between the pages.

Enjoy.

Blurb: 

Valerie dreams of a man who ties her up and pleasures her all night long. When she wakes, his soft caresses follow her. All she wants is to sink back into her dreams and become his slave. 

Her sister, Niki conjures an evil djinn into their world. James and Valerie must stop the genie before it brings others of its kind into their world.

When her dream master offers a solution to defeat the djinn, Valerie is hard pressed not to take his proposition. If she does, will she be releasing the lesser of two evils?

Excerpt:  

The scent of cloves and oranges wafted through the room. She turned her face to the perfume and inhaled deeply. The spicy aroma signaled that he wasn’t far behind. Her anticipation level rose. A soft sigh escaped her lips. The warmth of the room put her in a languid state. The velvet of the comforter beneath her caressed her skin. I know he’s coming soon. Is it so horrible to want him to be here sooner? I crave him every second of the day. The bouquet of the citrus and earth drew closer. The increase in the fragrance made her wet. Her heart picked up a few beats. She drew in a breath, savoring the scent. A cold blast of air slid over her body. Her skin prickled from the introduction of his presence in the room. The ache of her expectation wound along her nerves, and it took all she had not to strain against her fetters and mar her skin. He liked her to be perfect every time he came to see her. Bare and naked. Silent and compliant, waiting for him. Always waiting for him. It was always about pleasing him. That was what she had been told since the beginning. That was what she had agreed to. All for him. All because he made her feel like no one had before.

“Hello, lovely one,” he said, purring against her ear.

His hot breath blasted against her neck. A coil of yearning unfurled inside of her. This was what she craved. Her time with him was precious. They had so little of it together. Everything he did only brought her more pleasure. His fingertips trailed over her belly, making her squirm. The tips of his sharp nails pressed into her skin ever so slightly, alerting her to the pain they could cause if he chose. Tonight she hoped he would be gentle. Sometimes he made her scream until her throat was raw from the orgasms he brought her. Other times he would be cruel, winding her tighter and tighter, leading her to the precipice of ecstasy and then leaving her wanting. She hated it when he was cruel, but knew there were times she just had to be punished.

Valerie knew better than to respond to his haunting voice. The last time she did, he had hit her ass with a studded paddle until she cried for mercy. For a moment, the skin of her buttocks burned from the sensory memory of the paddle. The joy of disciplining her was what had made the experience worth it. The pain faded away from her thoughts when he slid his finger over the satin blindfold that obstructed her view of him. The desire to see him gripped her soul. She’d never been permitted to glimpse his face. It was only his touch, smell, and taste that she was allowed. They had agreed, when he started coming to her, that he would be the one to set the rules. He governed her world while they were together. She had consented to all of his requests and never thought twice about it. When they were together, she became his. The only problem was that she never knew when their rendezvous would be.

The bed depressed from his added weight. His body heat warmed her naked flesh. The pad of his thumb glided over her bottom lip. Everything in her ached to suck it into her mouth and taste him, but she remained motionless.

“You remembered. Good girl. Maybe this time I won’t have to beat you.”

Guest Blog: Gemma K. Murray

Hi Everyone,

Let's take a minute to welcome author Gemma K. Murray to the blog.

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl born. She was raised to love books and was enthralled with them at a very young age. In fact, there is a story of the little girl being seated at her table at the age of 18 months, where she would “read” for hours if her mother would let her. This child grew into one who would blow through her reading assignments in school at such a pace that her teachers eventually had to move her into a reading group a grade ahead of where this girl’s classmates were.

English, spelling, and reading were her passions. As she entered high school, she added foreign languages to her hobbies. Her mind swirled with words. She passed math and science but this young woman simply loved words. Lunch hours were spent in the library instead of being with her friends. When she got home from working after school, she’d retire to her room where she’d devour whatever book she was reading. Her favorites were Victoria Holt novels, though she made sure to read the classics where she fell in love with Oscar Wilde. Her senior English teacher assigned her class a poem to write. The young woman whipped hers off in a matter of moments. She went on to write the poem for her senior class (though that is a secret many don’t realize even 20+ years later).

She married and went about her life. Her dreams were vivid and realistic. They haunted her days. So, this woman applied pen to paper and jotted her dreams down. They flowed from her pen and across the paper. She wrote for her own amusement. Then, this woman’s husband had an idea. “Why not try to get these published?” he asked. The woman scoffed at this idea and refused to believe in her talent. Then, one day, something happened to change her life. She began to believe. A publisher wanted to publish her story and Gemma K. Murray was born.

Gemma’s first book is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance titled Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart.

The Upper Peninsula of Michigan seems like it is another country. The rawness and beauty of the land draws people from every walk of life. What most people don't realize is there is a little town nestled on the banks of Lake Superior that an entire group of supernatural beings call home. Shifters of every shape and size live there. They raise their families there. Tourists come from near and far to visit the quaint town of Cedar River, Michigan. The tourists never realize they are walking among some of the most unusual beings on earth.

Bowie Golden is a dragon shifter who is in charge of Cedar River's safety. Until now, the biggest threat to anyone's safety was Anastasia Plum, a witch/puma-shifter. She has been the town hellraiser since she was a teenager. Now someone has discovered the secret the residents of Cedar River keep for one another. These radicals are determined to eradicate the entire town. It's up to Bowie to keep them all safe.

Ana has always idolized Bowie. She may have stirred up trouble from time to time, but Bowie or one of his brothers would always get her out of the trouble she was in. One day, it happened. The unthinkable, the unimaginable occurred. Anastasia Plum fell for the "golden" boy. What an unlikely duo- the sheriff and the hellraiser! 

Just as these two discover their passion for one another, a group of people is determined to keep them apart. It's up to Ana to prove that she is the only Keeper of the Golden Dragon's Heart.

You can read the excerpt for Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart on Gemma’s website. 

Does this sound like your kind of book? You can purchase Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart at these locations:

Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Leap of Faith Publishing, Coffee Time Romance

Natural Born Enemies- Book 2 in the Cedar River series will be released this fall.

Want to hang out with Gemma? Here are the places you can find her:

Facebook

Website

Pinterest

Goodreads

Gemma even started a Facebook page where readers can visit with the characters from Cedar River. 

Stop by and see what antics they are up to.

Who loves big, sexy, hairy men and aliens? A glimpse into Hairy & Hung.

I wanted to share a little of my latest, unedited, title called Hairy & Hung. The idea started off as a conversation between some friends and then developed from there. I mean who doesn't wonder if Bigfoot is real and what would be do if he came across an alien. Well I decided to try and answer that question. Enjoy the except.

Phillip stopped at the mouth of the cave and glanced behind him, hoping the alien woman could keep up with him. It seemed the steep incline up to the surface was not bothering her. Maybe her six toes give her some kind of super grip on the rocks. The image of her naked body danced through his mind. He shook his head, trying to push it aside. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. It did not really matter because he had, and would always be faithful to the woman he loved. As Phillip thought about his beloved, he tried to call up her image within his thoughts. All he could see clearly was her wonderful smile and the long, dark hair that hung in a braid down her back. He clenched his fists together and tried to recall her more clearly, but the details of her face had paled. Kaylana had slowly been fading from his memory for years even though he had tried to hold onto her. The love burned in his heart, but it did not account for the loneliness he had suffered all these years. It was nice to have some company in the cave even though she was a woman from another planet.

Alika. The name flowed through his head like the river winding under the mountains. It was the only word he had understood from what she had said. The rest of it was nonsense. Her words had sounded more like a babbling brook with a few cricket chirps and bird whistles thrown in for good measure. There had been a grunt once and a while too, but he figured that was her frustration coming through. Even his name she was not able to pronounce so well. It seemed she could not put the sounds together the right way. She had communicated she needed to go back to her ship. Phillip figured she needed something there. Hopefully, there was a gadget there that could aid in their communications because pointing and drawing things on the dirt floor was not the best way to get his point across.

Alika met him at the cave entrance and smiled at him. He returned the gesture and knew it was more of a grimace, his lips peeling back from his sharpened teeth. Phillip had frightened many a person with that same look. But they mistook him for some feral animal about to eat them and not for the man under all the hair. His guest said something, but he shook his head and motioned her forward. Phillip took in a whiff of the cool night air. It helped to revive him and keep him focused. He glanced up at the horizon. The stars were in full blaze, beaming their light down to the earth. He wondered if any of them were the one she had fallen from.

His visitor rubbed up against his shoulder and tried to move ahead of him, but he gently grabbed her arm. She spun around and said something then pointed down the hill. He nodded and put up his hand hoping she would understand to wait a minute. Phillip touched her chest and then pointed at the sky. Her mouth turned down in a frown causing little lines to be etched into the corners of her mouth and even deeper ones into her forehead. And yet it made her all the more appealing. I have to stop letting my mind wander there. I can’t be with another woman and she will eventually return to her home planet. That is if the authorities don’t get her. I’m not going to let that happen anyway. Their fate would be the same if they were ever caught. Alika stepped away from him and gazed at the sky for a long time. She raised her arm and pointed, following a line of stars and stopped by the Andromeda constellation and gestured she meant beyond that. The sadness in her eyes was apparent. She was a very long way from home. Wetness lined her eyes and twisted Phillip’s heart even more. Sometimes he forgot he was a man underneath all the hair, big feet, and the animal instincts in him took over. Being with her, Phillip remembered he was also a man who had feelings. He swiped his finger over her cheek, bringing the tear with it. Alika stared into his eyes and he was captured by her orange gaze. It seemed like her eyes were on fire. It was a striking feature against her light green skin.

Alika pulled away and motioned back toward the hill. He nodded. Moving among the brush and the dense foliage made it easier for him to blend in so that no one would see him. Phillip moved at his normal gate and did not hear her behind him. He reached the bottom of the hill, he glanced back to see if Alika was keeping up with him. Over the years he had perfected nearly gliding over the landscape and barely leaving an imprint of his large feet. They traveled toward the crash site and when they finally got closer he heard the hum of engines and generators. Bright lights lit up the area where the ship had skidded and broken apart. The scent of churned earth and ozone clung to the area, but the aroma of gasoline and sweat overpowered his senses and made his eyes water. This was one reason he hated to get so close to mankind. They took over the environment and did not care about it. They invaded the land and perverted it, eating up the pristine landscapes that provided sanctuary for him and the animals that inhabited the Earth. He growled his dislike of the machinery. The ground rumbled beneath his feet from the heavy equipment being used. Once upon a time, the native peoples had probably seen him exactly the same way that he saw the men who were working on the crash site.

She slipped past him, heading off toward the site. Great! He raced after her and ensnared her waist before she slipped into view. A disgruntled cry escaped her lips and she struggled to get out of his grip. Wow, she sure is strong! Phillip wrapped his other hand around her waist and hauled her back into the shadows so they would not be discovered. She beat her fists against his chest and tried to escape his grasp. He hated that he might hurt her, but she had to calm down.

“Stop,” he commanded, but it came out as a grunt.