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Monday, July 6, 2015

Chasing Tiger Tail by Jane Jamison


Blurb

Danna Harris grew up in a family of weretigers. Too bad she was born human. Instead of hoping for her destined mates to show up like everyone else in Twisted does, she has bigger plans. She’ll become an attorney helping shifters with their legal problems. In the meantime, she has to deal with a drunk for a father and a feline bitch for a sister, neither of which is helping to keep their ranch from going under.

Weretiger brothers Cam and Phil Nordstrom know Danna’s the one. She even admits she’s their mate. The attraction and the primal connection between them are real, resulting in some ferocious fur-standing-on-end sex. So why won’t she give up her dream of going to law school and stay with them like a good mate should?

Will Cam and Phil chase her until they finally wear her down? Or is she the one Chasing Tiger Tail?


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Sunday, July 5, 2015

The Eyes of Bast by Lisabet Sarai; Plus A Fun Intro by the Author!


INTRO:  A Sex Toy Started It All

Funny how things work out. The first chapter of my new novella, The Eyes of Bast, started life as a disguised promo post for an adult toy vendor. 

A marketing person contacted me by email, asking if I'd be willing write a blog post about their shop and their products. In return, they offered me a gift certificate which I could either use myself or offer as a prize to my readers. 

At first I demurred. I don't like blogs that feel like commercials. (I even feel that way about posts that market my own books!) On the other hand, I was sure that a sex toy gift voucher would be an attractive prize, for at least some of my readers. 

So I made a deal. I told the marketing lady I'd write a story that featured sex toys instead. I'd offer the voucher as a prize for readers who commented on the story. And I'd include the toy store's banner and a link as part of the prize description.

That's why the first chapter of The Eyes of Bast  features a rather steamy scene of self-pleasure, utilizing a lavishly described dildo. 

I had no plans to expand the 2000 word blog post into a novella. Once I'd created the character of Shaina, though, she wanted more space. I pretty much had to continue the tale. So I made it into a serial on my website, posting a new chapter each month. (Okay, I admit I missed some months. The best laid plans and all that...!)

As the action reached its climax, I wrote faster. By now I'd realized I had an actual book, not just a one-off blog composition. When I put the chapters together into a single manuscript, I was pleasantly surprised by the story's continuity, drama and heat. Not bad for something originally intended to sell dildos!

I hope that you'll agree.

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Blurb

Trust your heart. Follow your dreams. 

Shaina Williams' grandmother bequeathed her that wisdom, along with a old pendant from the Islands, carved from an ocelot's tooth. When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she'd set in Central Park, she listens to that inner voice, She discovers she's caged a magnificent black tom, but the cat inexplicably vanishes after she tends to his wounds. Seeking the errant feline, Shaina encounters instead a handsome stranger whose slightest touch sets her body on fire. As the day dawns after a night of ferocious passion, her mysterious lover is forced back into his true shape - the tomcat she'd rescued.   

Born a cat, Tom was transformed into an unwilling shape shifter by a sorceress who craved a human plaything to satisfy her perverse lusts. Centuries old and irresistibly powerful, Delphine Montserrat will stop at nothing to find her runaway familiar. Shaina vows to do whatever is necessary to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and save the man she believes is her soul mate – even though it might mean losing him forever. 

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Excerpt

Tom finally broke the kiss and leaned back with a sigh. “Ah, Shaina! I should never have allowed you near me. But I was so very lonely... I wasn’t thinking straight. Now I’ve put you in danger too.”

“Danger? What kind of danger?” I reached over to flick the switch on my reading lamp, so I could read his expressions. Then I seated myself cross-legged at his feet and clasped his hands in mine. “Tell me, Tom. Tell me everything.”

“You will not believe me.”

“How could I not believe after – after what I saw this morning?”

His brows knotted together. “I never wanted you to see – I was careless...”

“But I did see. And now I know, at least something about you. But I don’t know enough to help you out of whatever trouble you’re in. Tell me the whole truth. I promise I’ll keep it private, if that’s what you want. And I promise I won’t be shocked.”

Tom’s lush mouth twisted in a grimace of disgust. “You might not be able to keep that promise. But never mind. You’ve asked. I’ll tell you.”

He stared off into the distance, above my head. “I was born in a small town in coastal Maine, about seven years ago.”

“Seven years...?”

“I was born a cat.”

I choked down my cry of surprise. How could it be...?

“Yes. I was born under a wharf. I spent the first six months of my life as a black kitten, a stray living off the scraps from the fishing boats and clam shacks. Then she caught me and made me her prisoner.”

“She?”

"I don’t even want to utter her name. There’s danger in the very word. She is a witch, centuries old, a practitioner of the darkest arts – the epitome of evil. Out walking one evening along the rocky shore, she caught sight of me and wanted me as her familiar. It was easy for her to lure me into her clutches. 

“At first she just used me to facilitate her spells. The rumored powers of black cats are more than just legend. Before long, though, she began to experiment.” 

His ominous tone sent a chill through my naked body. I pulled the towel around me.

“You see, her advanced age hadn’t diminished her lust. Quite the opposite. She wanted a sexual plaything, someone she could use to satisfy her perverted desires. A male body she could own and control. So she delved into her books of magic, seeking a spell that would turn her poor innocent feline familiar into a man – at least when she wanted him that way.

“Her first attempts failed.” Tom shuddered at the recollection. “She barely managed to save my life. I guess she’d grown fond of me at that point – in her own twisted way.” 

“Oh, Tom...”

“Finally, she found a ritual that would change an animal into a human during the hours when the sun was banished from the earth. I’ll never forget the terror of that first transformation, when I found myself wobbling on two legs in front of her naked body. It was even worse than what came after.”

“What was that?” 

“Oh, Shaina – I was human, but scarcely a man. I was barely thirteen.”

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Adult Excerpt

It was near dawn when I woke again. In the pearl-gray light filtering through the blinds, my familiar furnishings were strange and ghostly, shrouded in shadow. Stretching, I realized I was no longer on the floor. My bed had been unfolded, and I lay stretched out on the sheets, nude. Alone.

Groggy with sleep, I raised myself on my elbows to scan the room. It appeared to be empty. “Tom?” I whispered. There was no answer. A sense of unreality seized me. Had I dreamed the entire scene – the handsome intruder, the overwhelmingly sensual kiss, the orgasm that had shot me straight into the stratosphere? I recalled my devastating arousal in the stranger’s presence. What was going on? Could I be suffering from some kind of hormonal imbalance? This seemed like something more than the normal horniness of a woman who’d been celibate for a while. 

Thinking exhausted me. I sank back into my pillow, closing my eyes as if that might make my doubts and confusion vanish. Sleep, I told myself. I’ll figure things out in the morning. I was already drifting back into slumber when the sound of running water roused me. 

I peered into the dimness. A tall, male form emerged from the bathroom. My heart did a somersault in my chest. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

His low, musical voice melted me. I propped myself up to a sitting position, heedless of my nakedness.
“You! You’re real...You’re still here?” 

He’d discarded his clothing as well. In the half-light, I drank in the sight of his smooth, muscled limbs, becoming more intoxicated by the moment. He seated himself beside me and circled me with his arms. Heat radiated from his dark skin. 

“Why would I leave, my beautiful one?” he murmured in my ear. Bending a bit, he flicked his tongue across one of my nipples. Lightning tore through me. “There are still a few hours left to the night.” 
Before I could reply, he’d fastened his luscious mouth on mine. His firm lips coaxed rather than demanded a response, one I was only too willing to give. I opened to the prodding of his rough tongue, letting him taste me, savoring his wild, sweet flavor in return. 

Once again a sort of delirium swept over me. It seemed we were back in the park, sheltered by trees more than a century old. My nostrils filled with the perfume of dew-soaked grass and damp earth, laced with a hint of animal musk. I felt light as dandelion down, drifting in the night wind. Only his strong grip kept me grounded. The moon rode above the clouds, invisible but palpable, stirring tides in my flesh. Desire ebbed then surged, cresting higher with each cycle.

His hands molded my breasts like moist clay. Blind with need, I groped along his furred chest and taut belly, down to his gloriously erect cock. When I squeezed, he moaned into my mouth and bit the corner of my lip. The iron-tinged flavor of my own blood simply added to the stew of sensation.

I smeared my thumb over the slippery bulb. His answer was a savage twist to an already aching nipple. Moisture gushed from my pussy. I tumbled backward, dragging him down on top of me.

“Shaina...” he murmured, breaking the kiss to lick his way along my throat. His saliva felt like liquid fire. He nuzzled in the hollow of my cleavage, then captured one breast and began to suckle. Electric pleasure arced through me when his hardness brushed my inner thigh. I squirmed beneath him, trying to align his cock with my hungry cleft.

“Please....” There was no need for me to say more. The stranger rose above me, supporting himself on his powerful arms. His eyes gleamed like phosphorescent jewels in the grayness. He smiled down at me, baring those sharp, white teeth that had already drawn my blood. An almost inhuman glee painted his features. 

He hovered at my entrance, his rigid flesh teasing my engorged clit. I spread my thighs wide. Without a word, he sank his cock deep into my drenched pussy.

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About the Author


When I was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me, fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers, heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and miraculous. 

Now that I'm grown up, I create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire with its potent enchantments. In my paranormal tales, love works the most powerful magick. 

Find out more about me and my books at my website, Lisabet's Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) 

and my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).


I also have a VIP readers email list where I share release and contest information and run exclusive monthly giveaways. To join, just email me: lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Something Unexpected by AJ Jarrett. A Nehalem Pack Novel



Blurb


After years of captivity and being treated as a science experiment, Dax Garrett is free. He’s scared of the world around him but he refuses to be a victim anymore.

Colt Perry is a hunter who’s been placed on a mandatory leave of absence. Not what Colt wanted and he’s complaining to anyone willing to listen. All he has is his work and without it he feels lost and alone, two things Colt despises more than anything.

Everything changes when Colt meets a shy Dax. Dax isn’t sure what to think of this strong and sexy man but he can’t refuse what is so clearly right in front of him.

Life’s short and Colt is sick of living alone. Loving Dax means everything to Colt but along with that love comes an unexpected surprise. Will Colt be able to handle the changes about to descend on his life or will he disappear back into a world of loneliness?


Excerpt

Colt couldn’t get enough. He stabbed his tongue at Dax’s tight opening over and over again until finally it gave way and Colt could get the tip of his tongue into Dax’s tight hot channel. The sweet, musky scent of Dax’s body filled Colt’s nose and he growled against the soft flesh.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.” Colt ran his tongue up and down the length of Dax’s crack then spat at the small bud. Using one finger, Colt slowly pushed at the tight barrier. He felt as Dax’s body went tense then slowly relaxed once Colt had his finger all the way inside. “You feel that, Dax?” Colt asked as he pulled his finger in and out of his tight hole. “I’m inside you. God you’re so tight and hot.” Colt’s breathing sped up and his chest rose and fell hard with each intake of oxygen.

Dax raised his arms above his head and grabbed at the blanket beneath him. His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his thick, hard prick twitched against his stomach with every inward thrust of Colt’s finger. In all of Colt’s years of having sex he had never seen a more delectable sight. It was as if Dax felt things with his entire being. Every small touch, every kiss, Colt could see that Dax hungered for more. Dax’s body responded so acutely to Colt’s and it made that warm gushing sensation filling his gut explode until all Colt could think about was fucking Dax. He wanted, no, he needed to be the first and only one to ever know what it was like deep inside Dax’s body.

What the hell am I thinking? Colt’s body froze as his mind started to have a silent tug of war inside his head. This was all getting too serious but Colt couldn’t stop. All the reasons he should put an end to this right here and now just weren’t enough. Colt wanted Dax so badly it hurt.

Dax’s whimpering and quivering body pulled Colt out of his silent musing of what was right and wrong. If being with Dax was wrong Colt would deal with that later, but right now everything felt so perfect and right. They both needed this.

Colt bent back down and licked around his finger, then added another. Dax’s muscled clenched down tight but Colt continued his inward push with his fingers until he found that secret little nub inside Dax. Colt massaged his fingertips over Dax’s prostate and Dax’s let out a loud deep growl that sent the birds in the nearby trees to flight.

“Colt.” Dax grunted, his eyes clenched tight, hands fisted by his head. Colt let his gaze roam down the pale flesh of Dax’s body, his pink, round nipples hard and his cock red and thick, filled with his unspent desire. “Colt, I need—” Dax thrashed around on the blanket as Colt added another finger, scissoring them in and out of the tight opening.

“What do you need, baby? I’ll give you anything you want.” Colt scooted closer and leaned down to kiss Dax’s lips. He could taste the faint traces of blood from where Dax had bitten his lip. “Just tell me,” Colt whispered as he kissed along Dax’s jaw.

“You.” Dax’s hands came up to grab onto either side of Colt’s head. “I need you, Colt.”

Colt stared down into Dax’s light blue eyes and in that moment there was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t. Colt pulled his fingers free of Dax’s body and went to work on his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Having sex wasn’t something he had anticipated when Colt invited Dax out for dinner. He wanted things to go slow and he wasn’t properly prepared but he’d go slow, give Dax time to get used to him.

Colt spit into his hand, using that combined with the oozing pre-cum leaking out his tip to lube up his cock. Dax’s pupils were blown wide as he stared up at Colt, his legs spread wide open. Colt held onto the base of his cock and slowly guided it forward.

“Dax, baby, this will hurt at first.” Colt positioned his body over Dax’s, their sweat-soaked bodies sticking to one another. “I need you to relax and breathe, okay?”

“Okay.” Dax nodded his head, his eyes still wide open.

Colt ran the wet tip over the small opening. Dax’s eyes rolled up into his head and his breath whooshed out of him. Colt thrust his hips forward, guiding the swollen cap at the center of Dax’s tight bud. Colt moved slowly, pressing against Dax’s resistance until the head popped inside. Tight hot heat engulfed Colt. Dax’s grip was so tight it was as if Colt’s dick was being strangled but in a very good way.

“Ouch, Colt!” Dax’s fingers scratched at Colt’s back. Sharp claws dug into his skin.

“It’s okay, baby.” Colt lifted his hand to comb Dax’s floppy blond hair out of his eyes then leaned down to rest his forehead against Dax’s. “I’m here. There’s no rush. If you want to stop we can.” Colt lifted up just enough to look into Dax’s eyes. So many emotions seemed to filter over Dax’s eyes, pain, happiness, fear, and hope.

“No,” Dax whispered. “I want this.” Dax took a deep breath then wrapped his legs around Colt’s hips. “I want you.”

“I want you, too.” Colt went in deep, pushing his tongue deep down Dax’s throat as he pressed forward with his cock. He swallowed down Dax’s cries and held still once he buried his entire length into Dax’s scorching channel.

Colt held perfectly still, giving Dax time to get use to his thick, long cock. Ever so slowly he felt as Dax’s body relaxed around the invasion and Colt pulled out slowly then pushed back in. He never once tore his eyes from Dax’s.


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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Something-Unexpected-Nehalem-Publishing-Everlasting-ebook/dp/B0106NUQNG/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1435007942&sr=1-7&keywords=aj+jarrett


BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/something-unexpected
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