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Friday, December 20, 2013

Fantasy Friday with Heather Rainier!

Awakening Veronica

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, flogging, capture role play, sex toys, HEA]

Bullied all her life, Veronica Benedict has learned to withdraw rather than risk being hurt by those closest to her—but that’s not the only type of bully she has to deal with.

On a research trip, a fellow author introduces her to two Doms at a wedding. Travis McDaniel is disillusioned by life in Washington, D.C., and is back home in Divine, examining his future.

Driven by the need to keep the citizens of Divine safe, Hank Stinson has put his loneliness and his secret desires aside—until he meets Veronica. Hank and Travis are captivated by the introverted author. Hank must decide if he needs this special kind of love more than he needs to be elected sheriff again, and Travis must choose between life in Divine and an opportunity to make a difference in the world. When they discover the bullying Veronica is enduring, their protective instincts come roaring to the surface.

ADULT EXCERPT

Travis laid warm kisses on her abdomen before working his way back up, nuzzling between her breasts. “You smell so sexy, Nika. You make me hard just with your scent.”

“True,” Hank murmured.

As they touched her and warmed her, she relaxed, letting them do as they willed, until she was lying with arms and legs spread, willing to take whatever they offered. Her cunt throbbed with need as she hoped they’d touch her there. They came close too many times to count as they touched and teased. The tension built in slow waves flowing and ebbing like a tide as these two men aroused her to a point that she thought she was running a fever.

Hank must’ve moved around the bed because he was suddenly on her other side, paying the same attention to her hands and legs on that side. She arched her back and stretched and heard him growl softly. “Perfect.”

She smiled and opened her eyes. A tugging at her wrists drew her attention as he loomed over her, tying something off on her headboard. Both men smiled at her when she looked from side to side and saw that it wasn’t just a fantasy. She was tied down to the bed at both wrists.

Tugging with her legs, she realized Travis had been busily working at distracting her while Hank had restrained her legs, too. Her cunt pulsed and she gloried in the sensation as she tugged and couldn’t get free.

Hank laid his hand on her abdomen. “You’re ours to play with now, Nika.” Lust burned in his eyes. “We can do whatever we want to you.”

Intelligible speech fled as she embraced her predicament. She should probably play along and pretend to be concerned but all she could do was giggle as she arched her back, dying for whatever they chose to do next. “Do your worst.”

With an evil laugh, Travis leaned down until his mouth was inches from her cunt. “I’ve been looking forward to tasting your pussy ever since Hank told me about this afternoon.”

“Did he tell you all about it?” she asked as she lifted her hips.

“Yes, in great detail, little vixen.” He growled as he finally looked his fill. “So tempting and pink. And wet. You need me to touch you here?” he asked, lifting a fingertip and nearly touching her with it, until she panted and whimpered, tilting toward him. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching for a cock to fill her, a finger, anything.

She scooted closer to him until the silky bindings at her wrists halted her movements and all she could do was watch. Travis tilted his head and flicked his gaze to hers as he brushed his lower lip against her labia. Her body jerked as his hot breath streamed over her exposed clit and she wondered if she’d come just from his teasing and the way looked at her.

She glanced up and saw Hank kneeling on the bed, watching the two of them, his enormous cock jutting up from the nest of black hair between his spread legs. She wanted to reach out and touch him but couldn’t. Remembering their encounter earlier made her mouth water.

Hot breath at her cunt drew her attention and she looked back at Travis and he grinned at her. “You were about a split second away from getting your pussy slapped for not paying attention, Nika. Focus.” The thought of either of them doing that made her cunt clench tight as a vise and her juices dripped from her and slid between her ass cheeks.

Travis smiled as he saw her reaction and the knowledge in his eyes didn’t shame her. No, it turned her on even more. It made her bold. “You’d slap my poor little pussy?” She even managed to slide her lower lip out in a pout, a totally foreign motion.

He leaned closer, and she felt like she been touched with a hot poker as his breath streaked over her a second before his teeth slid smoothly on either side of her clit.

“Oh!” she screamed as her back bowed and the orgasm blindsided her. He sucked her clit, setting off a flurry of explosions that rocked her. His hot mouth lapping at her wouldn’t allow her to come down and the tension soared within her again. He seemed content to tease her, sucking at her clit and licking her opening until she was swollen and so aroused she wanted to scream for them to take her. She opened her eyes to find them both watching her and realized what they waited for.

“Fuck me, please! Please!” she begged.

Travis’s face broke into a smile and he said, “She’s a quick one.”

Hank chuckled in reply, and instead of being offended Veronica laughed, too, and yelled, “Shut up and fuck me!”

The room echoed with Hank’s laughter and the shock on Travis’s face lasted for a split second before the flat of his fingertips landed right over her clit. More shocking than painful, the tap drew a startled scream from her.

Travis gaped at Hank, a devilish gleam lighting his brown eyes. “Such sassiness from our sub! Did you hear her?”

“I did, Trav. She just earned herself a spanking.”

Travis grinned and soothed her pussy with broad strokes from his tongue until she pleaded, “Please fuck me, Travis? Pretty, pretty, please? With sugar on top?”

“What pretty begging,” Travis said as he sheathed his cock. Hank had a condom in his hand as well, and a hungry look in his eyes as he watched them.

I get two cocks. Holy Moses!

Feeling ravenous for them both, she squirmed and writhed as she watched Travis stroke his hand down his thick shaft. I want that so much!

She realized she’d spoken out loud when Travis chuckled and said, “I’m about to give it to you, impatient Nika.”

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MEET THE CAST

Name: Travis McDaniel

DOB: 1972

Height: 6’

Eye Color: Brown

Occupation: Game Warden

Bio: I was born in Divine. I’ve had the same best friend my whole life—Hank Stinson. When I became a game warden, I moved away to Wyoming. In the intervening years I’ve served all over the country and eventually wound up in DC, hoping to make a difference. You can imagine how well that worked out and I’m currently back home in Divine, weighing my options for the future. Divine just seems to be where I belong at this point in my life.

Favorites

Food: Italian

Color: Green

Movie: Red and Red2

Band: Florida Georgia Line. Those guys kick ass!

Song: Cruise by Florida Georgia Line

Quote: “Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure…than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.” –Theodore Roosevelt

TV Show: Fringe. I’m still pissed they took it off the air.

Holiday: Because I like fireworks, I’d have to say Independence Day

Sport: Snowboarding

Lightening Round

Pepsi or Coke: Either. They taste pretty much the same to me.

Boxers or Briefs: Boxers

Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston: Jennifer Aniston

Die Hard or Terminator: Terminator

Ford or Chevy: Ford

Steak or Chicken: Steak

Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars (the first three movies only)

Beer or Wine: Negro Modelo

In Depth

What is your most cherished possession?

It’s not something tangible, but I’d have to say my integrity, which is part of why I left Washington DC.

How do you feel about being the center of attention?

I don’t enjoy it, but sometimes being in the limelight is important if you want to make a difference in this world.

What makes you blush?

Compliments.

How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?

Generally, pretty affectionate, though they can also be confusing. I’m hoping to find the perfect woman someday, with my best friend Hank, but given what we’re looking for in a woman, it’s a long shot.

How do you think your exes would describe you?

Driven. One or two might say I’m a workaholic but I think that’s an exaggeration.

How deeply does your job / social role define you as a person?

I became a game warden because I want to make a difference in this world, but my motivation reaches beyond my interest in game management and stewardship. I’ve also enjoyed volunteering at schools, helping to expand the next generation’s knowledge of good hunting, husbandry, and habitat management. I want our kids can enjoy the same abundance of natural resources that I did growing up.

What are you the most hopeless at?

Math

What would you never do, no matter the price?

Sell out my beliefs and standards for power or money.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Fantasy Friday with Olivia Black!

OLIVIA BLACK

OliviaBlackBooks@gmail.com

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I fell in love with romance novels years ago and read everything I could get my hands on, from contemporary to paranormal. Thousands of books later, I’m still an avid reader.

I started writing ménage romance a couple of years ago with Siren Publishing under the name, Alicia White. Recently, I decided that I wanted to branch out and with the support of my publisher, I started writing Man Love under, Olivia Black. This is my first series, Silver Bullet.

I love waking up in the morning, getting my iced coffee and sitting down in front of my laptop. Going on adventures with my characters, makes writing the best job on the planet. My hope is that readers will find something positive in every book I write and that they will enjoy the journey along the way. Happy reading!

The Alpha’s Mate: Silver Bullet, Book 1

Now Available from BookStrand!

Alpha Gideon Channing isn’t just the leader of his pack in New Orleans. He’s also the owner of Silver Bullet, a gay club that offers everything from a dance floor to a dungeon. The club caters to all of its customers from shifters to vampires and even humans.

Josh Gordon is human. He’s just graduated college and is ready to party. He knows that paranormal’s exist. In fact, everyone does, it’s not a secret. After drinking and dancing with his friends, large arms wrap around him and he’s instantly blown away that a huge wolf shifter would be interested in him.

The two men spend a wild night together, but when Josh wakes up, he’s scared of the awkward morning after. He can’t understand why his heart hurts with each step he takes toward the door. Before he can sneak out, Gideon stops him and convinces him that he needs more than just one night.

Gideon Channing scanned the crowd through the monitors, looking for any signs of trouble. It was his job to make sure that all the shifters, humans, and vampires mingled well together. No one had ever been injured or forced to do anything since the opening of his place, Silver Bullet, and as owner and pack Alpha, he planned on keeping it that way. From his office, located above the club, Gideon couldn’t hear the pounding music, but he could enjoy the view. Sitting back, Gideon watched gorgeous, half-naked men gyrating across the dance floor rubbing against each other, creating a sea of delicious, sweaty flesh.

His pack of red wolves had changed so much over the years and he was content with the way things were. Before his father became the Alpha, the wolves had been ruled with an iron fist. Members of the pack were punished and put to death for whatever infraction the tyrant of an Alpha considered to be disgraceful or wrong. Families were broken a part, children slaughtered for stepping out of line, and men and women were held to different standards.

He could still remember the night when he came clean and told his father he preferred men. He didn’t expect the man to accept him as easily as he had, with open arms. That same night, his father told him a heart breaking story about an uncle he never knew existed. The man had been killed for his sexual preferences, murdered, before his father was old enough and strong enough to step in and fight. Since then, his father felt guilty over the loss of his older brother. A man that, from what Gideon heard, he resembled in a lot of ways.

When he took the reins from his father, the few families that remained went with his parents to Europe. Now, his pack consisted of gay men, a haven for anyone that needed a safe place in honor of the uncle he never knew. Some of the men he’d grown up with and others found and joined them over the years. Their numbers were growing and he always welcomed anyone who needed a place to call home.

The clubs success could be attributed to the entire pack and their hard work. The Silver Bullet had become well known for catering to everyone and their tastes whether conservative or wildly kinky. The large profits not only helped them all live a life of luxury, it also paid the way for the younger members to further their education. College and traveling were important elements in a young pup’s life and he didn’t want any mistakes closing this place down.

Ever since the paranormal world had been exposed to human kind, years ago, they’d lived in relatively peaceful conditions. There were rogues, but they were policed closely by a group called, F.P.A. or Federal Paranormal Agency. The paranormals couldn’t be blamed for everything though. Humans committed crimes and killed all the time. There were radical groups also known as PARA-haters out there, but their numbers were small and Gideon’s pack hadn’t had any problems with them for a while. Where ever those trouble makers were, he was glad they weren’t in New Orleans, harassing his pack.

After human-kind got over the shock that shifters and vampires were real and not a myth, most humans became curious about paranormals. Over time humans started trusting that they weren’t in any danger. Gideon named the club, Silver Bullet, as a little joke since many human’s believed that shifters or werewolves could only be killed with silver. He wouldn’t confirm or deny that rumor.

Gideon’s hope was that the Silver Bullet would bring everyone together, paranormals and humans alike.

Having a club was also a good excuse to help his pack find their mates. He’d been searching for his own far too long in his opinion. At thirty-five, he was ready to settle down with a good man by his side.

Scanning each screen, he watched his employees for a few minutes before checking each dark corner, the dance floors, and even the private rooms. Security and safety would always be his top priority. Everyone coming inside his club knew that, and all the players agreed to the discreet surveillance. It was one of the reasons they were always busy. The other was due to the fact that they were the hottest gay club in the state, and quite possibly the country.

The Silver Bullet was a sprawling building almost a block long in the warehouse district in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was a well-known hang out and attracted lots of different clientele. Luckily, they could accommodate everyone’s tastes. From quiet relaxing atmospheres to extreme forms of BDSM, the club had it all.

Gideon made sure to do his homework before opening. He wanted this place to be the go-to for paranormals and humans alike. The sprawling club was cut up into different mini-clubs, some more private and exclusive than others. In fact, in order to get into the dungeon, each member needed a background check and a psych evaluation. If they passed, then they were given their own four digit code.

He loved New Orleans. It had it all. The big city, music, food, swamps, and open spaces that allowed him to shift and run freely. To him, Louisiana wasn’t like any other place in the world. There was a certain magic that hung in the thick air and clung to a person.

After a few minutes of watching the sexy men on the screen, he heard a knock before the door opened. Gideon swiveled his chair around and grinned as his Beta, Sean Griffin, strolled in. His best friend could easily be mistaken for his brother. They looked similar in a lot of ways.

“Enjoying the view I see. You should come down and see it up close and personal.” Sean winked.

BEHIND THE SCENES WITH OLIVIA BLACK

Q: Do you write full-time or part-time?

I write full time right now, but that will be changing very soon. I’m going back to school to continue my education. I’ll always write, but my schedule will be different.

Q: Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

I get my daughter off to school, hit the gym, grab my iced coffee, and then, its writing time. I spend the morning getting as many words in as I can. Some days are better than others.

Q: Do you write every day?

Yes, I spend at least a couple of hours writing each day. On the weekends, I usually spend the day with family, but in the evening, I open my laptop.

Q: Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?

My daily goal is between three to five thousand words. Sometimes that varies depending on how motivated I am. J

Q: Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

For this series, Silver Bullet, I did a lot of plotting. I wanted to make sure that each story was unique along with the characters. I also looked through pictures of hunky men and used them as inspiration for the characters. It makes describing them a lot easier.

Q: How long on average does it take you to write a book?

The time varies and depends on how inspired I’m feelings. Some days, my fingers glide across the keyboard and others, I stare at the screen.

Q: Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

I move to a different WIP (work in progress). If I’m staring at the screen and the words aren’t coming to me, I close the document, and open a different book I’m working on.

Q: For your own reading, do you prefer ebooks or traditional paper/hard back books?

I have a nook and a full shelf of traditional paperback books. I’m a huge reader and have been for many years. Reading is an important part of my life.

Q: What books are you reading at present?

There are so many books. I read constantly…anything romance.

Q: What would you say are the main advantages and disadvantages of self-publishing against being published or the other way around?

Honestly, I don’t know a lot about self-publishing to really weigh in. I enjoy writing for Siren, they are a great company. The folks there are always willing to work with me and they are very supportive. I write ménage under Alicia White and now, I’m writing Man Love with a brand new pen name, Olivia Black. I feel very lucky to be a part of the Siren family.

Q: Which social network worked best for you?

I’ve never been a big social networking person, but since writing, all that changed. I love connecting with the readers and other writers. Facebook has been the big one, but I’m also on Twitter.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Fantasy Friday with Cara Covington!

Lusty Texas: Love Under Two Quarterbacks

By Cara Covington

Now Available at BookStrand!

Ari Stein is certain that romance is nowhere in the cards for her. Carrying the scars from a traumatic childhood, she’s wandered, rootless, until she landed in Lusty. Now her restless spirit has calmed and for the first time since she was teen, she feels safe and at home.

Twins, Cord and Jackson Benedict, have built rather amazing careers in the NFL, earning themselves the moniker, “The Wonder Twins.” Then Jackson takes a hit in training camp and it’s time to start over.

Grandma Kate convinced them to come to Lusty and meet this side of their family. One look at Ari and they know they made the right move—and once they see the way the Lusty branch of their family lives, they know what they want their future to be. Will they succeed in getting Ari to open up and trust them? Or will a specter from her past, and an annoying little pissant from theirs, stop them from finding their happy ever after?

STORY EXCERPT

“You’re both of you my dream come true, and I am going to be the best wife, and the best mother to our children…and I’ll try not to give you too many more gray hairs.” She grinned and then her smile softened. “I will honor you and love you both for the rest of my life, and yes, into the next one as well.”

Then Andrew placed a ring on Chloe’s left hand, next to the one from Grant she already wore, and she gave one to him, too, similar to the one she’d given Grant. Ari recalled the day Chloe came back from Divine, all excited, and showed them the matching wedding bands she’d bought for her men. She also had been lucky enough to have seen Chloe’s wedding rings. Grant and Andrew had been proud of the two bands of etched gold that fit together as one.

Chloe and her men turned to face the older women. Samantha nodded to Kate. “Please, do the honors, Kate.”

Kate Benedict spread her hands, palms up. “And now your journey begins, and your adventure awaits. May you forever remain steadfast, each one in the others, and may love light your way, always. Congratulations!”

Cheers and applause and shouts of congratulations filled the air. People started to move in, wanting to congratulate the happy triad. Ari thought to move back, but the two Benedicts who had a hold of her hands had a different idea.

“Let’s go and give our congratulations, and then we can grab a table and a couple of beers and get to know each other better.” Cord Benedict wore a smile that she bet in the past had allowed him to get away with a multitude of sins.

“Get to know each other better? We don’t know each other at all,” Ari said.

“Exactly my point!” Cord beamed at her and damned if her heart didn’t give the barest little flutter.

“She’s likely too chicken to spend a couple hours talking and dancing with us,” Jackson said.

Ari would have turned on the man then, but they were next in line. They did let her hands go so that she could hug each of the grooms, and then really hug the bride. But since they still bracketed her, she wasn’t able to get away.

Oh, and you’re really trying hard to do just that, aren’t you, you little hypocrite?

One of these days she was going to choke her inner imp to death.

The men had her hands again, but before they took too many steps, Ari twirled around, surprising them both into releasing her.

She stepped right up into Jackson’s face. “It’s not the drinks or the talk or even the dancing that I mind. It’s the fact that the first chance you get, you’re both going to try and play naughty dog.”

Jackson’s dark gaze held hers and she felt a shiver run from her nipples to her clit. “Well, now that you mention it, the thought had entered our heads.”

“Your little heads, you mean?”

“Honey, they ain’t that little.”

Ari opened her mouth, and shut it fast when Cord placed a finger under her chin and turned her face toward him.

“A couple of beers, a couple of dances, and some talk. That’s all. We’ll save the first round of naughty dog for another time.”

“The first round?” It was pretty hard to remain sounding indignant when all she wanted to do was laugh.

“You’re worth a hell of a lot more than just one round, Red.” Cord sounded very sure of himself.

Maybe it was the use of that nickname that did it, or hell, maybe it was all the sensuous pheromones in the air. Ari had the sense that she was about to get herself into a shit-load of trouble.

Realizing the fact didn’t stop her.

“Oh, there’s no doubt at all that I am worth the trouble, and much more. I’m just not so sure that the two of you are.”

ADULT EXCERPT

The sound of a zipper opening caught her attention. She turned over just in time to watch Jackson Benedict drop his pants to the floor.

Ari couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of his erect cock. She’d suspected the man had a larger package than she’d ever seen before. Now she knew for certain that he did.

She licked her lips and realized that he was standing stock still, letting her look her fill. Cord came back into the bedroom and stood beside his brother.

“My, my, Red, you look just like a kid in a candy store.” He reached for his zipper, drawing her attention to him as he, too, shucked his pants.

Good Lord, he’s huge, too!

“Well at least now I know why they call you two The Wonder Twins!”

Both men burst out laughing, and then they climbed on the bed. Cord ranged himself on her left side, and Jackson stretched out beside her on her right.

Ari had used humor to cover up a very real spurt of nerves. Sex had never been a comfortable proposition for her. She wasn’t stupid enough to think it was painful for every woman, every time. She had never really been aroused, or very wet. Both of those conditions she’d experienced a little already today. She had hope that she’d get hotter and wetter and that with these men, the experience would be different.

But she only had hope, not experience, not yet.

Cord turned her face toward him, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “What has you worried, sweetheart?”

She couldn’t prevent those nerves of hers from finding voice. “Will you even fit?”

Ari wasn’t certain what emotion flashed like quicksilver across his face. He cupped her cheek and raised her face until he could meet her gaze. “We’ll fit. We won’t hurt you, Ari. If we think there’ll be a problem, we’ll use lubricant.”

“You brought lube with you to Lusty?”

“No, Tinker Bell,” Jackson said. She looked at him. “We went out and got ourselves all sorts of interesting supplies right after the first time we laid eyes on you.” Jackson continued to meet her gaze for a moment. “And no, we didn’t buy them here. We went into Waco, to one of the malls.”

Cord stroked her cheek again, and she turned back to look at him. He bent over her, and gave her a soft, chaste kiss. Then, his gaze on hers, he slid his hand from her cheek, to her neck, and then down, softly, between her breasts. His fingers slowly stroked the underside of her left breast. He let his fingers gently trail over her nipple.

That little bud drew up and became even tighter than it already was, and the sensation bordered on painful.

“Which one of us do you want first, sweetheart?” Cord asked.

“No. I…I only want to decide yes, or no. I want the two of you to figure things out between you. I know that sounds like that wimpy woman you both don’t like.” She didn’t know if she could explain to them in a way that wouldn’t sound pathetic. She really did just want to be taken care of, a little.

“Ari?”

Jackson’s voice, deeper and sexier than usual, drew her gaze.

“It doesn’t sound wimpy at all. To us, it sounds perfect. So just relax, baby. We’ve got you, and we’re going to take care of you.”

He lowered his head toward her. Ari sighed, closed her eyes, raised her face to meet his and parted her lips.

Jackson’s lips wooed hers. Back and forth, the wet heat seduced her, drawing her in, drawing her down so she became immersed in him completely. His tongue slid against hers, a gentle kind of stroking that urged her to open wider, to surrender.

She loved his flavor and the tiny little bit of suction he used, as if he would fuse their mouths together with not an ounce of air between them.

Though different, he and Cord were hands down the best kissers she’d ever known.

When he lifted his lips from hers, her eyes drifted open. The heat that glittered back at her from his gaze warmed something inside her that had been cold for a long, long time.

“I like the taste of you, Ari. I’m going to taste you some more—all over.”

He began to kiss a trail down her chest, and when he swirled his tongue around her nipple, a sound of pleasure teased her throat. Cord turned her head and met her gaze. His lips were spread in a sweet smile.

“I like that look on you. Like you’re letting yourself go, and just enjoying. I want to see more of it.” He laid his lips on hers. His kiss went from light to carnal in a heartbeat. She still had the essence of his brother on her tongue and for an instant the flavors combined, the taste of two men of strength, and it was the most erotic sensation ever.

She returned his kiss, her tongue eager to slip and slide. Arousal built through the tongue of one man that danced with hers and the tongue of the other that lapped at her skin and swirled around at her nipple. Her hands needed a part of this wonderment, too, and drifted down, one around Cord’s neck, and one down to rest on Jackson’s head.

Cord eased his lips from hers and delivered butterfly kisses to her eyes, then moved down her face to her cheeks and her chin. He licked a path down her neck. When his mouth settled over her other nipple, she cried out and laid her hand on his head.

Both nipples being sucked at the same time felt incredible, arousing her as she’d never been aroused, sending exciting tingles throughout her body. She’d believed her breasts held no pleasure for her, but she’d been wrong.

“Oh, oh yes.” Relief and excitement, joy and an achingly precious horniness, these emotions and sensations arose and swirled inside her. She undulated her hips, the movement practically instinctive. Hands moved on her as lips continued to kiss and tongues laved, and Ari let go for the first time in her life. She let go of control and just let herself be carried away by the pure pleasure permeating her every pore.

“That’s it, baby. Just give yourself to us.” Jackson’s deep voice reverberated against the wet flesh of her nipple.

“You taste so good. You’reso responsive, Red.” Cord brushed his hand down her stomach, and then strummed his fingers back and forth over her mound. “So smooth, like silk here. I like that you keep this naked. I like that you don’t want to hide your cunt behind your curls.”

“Oh, God.” The combination of their fingers and lips and words transported her to a realm of erotica, a realm she never thought to visit.

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Friday, November 29, 2013

Fantasy Friday with Alanea Alder!

Alanea Alder

alaneaalder@yahoo.com

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KINDRED OF ARKADIA 5: FATED HEALING

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Felix Kilpatrick survived years of hell in a mad Alpha’s cage and has finally made it to the safety of Arkadia. To make things even better, his best friend Sebastian has also found his way to Arkadia and offered to let him live with the Arkadian lion’s pride. He is living it up when he meets his mate. One overly neat, OCD, fastidious doctor.

Dr. Maddox Claybourne is content with his life in Arkadia. He tends to the occasional broken bone or contusion that is commonplace in a shifter only town. He is not prepared for a redheaded mate that wrecks his clinic, ignores his orders, and tries to serve him microwavable pizza!

It will take every ounce of skill between Felix and Claybourne to combat a mysterious illness that threatens to steal away the lives of those most precious in Arkadia. No one is safe when people begin to fall ill. Can Felix and Claybourne discover a cure in time? And when they can’t, can they live with the deaths this virus will leave in its wake?

Story Excerpt

Felix was about to say something to his rude mate when Rebecca popped into the tent.

“Hey, Doc, do you have any human blood?” she asked. Claybourne nodded.

“I’ve been keeping a stock of it since it’s neutral to shifters and vampires,” he said putting the bandage rolls into a neat row.

“Can I have a bag of it?” she asked. He nodded again and pointed to the small portable medical mini fridge. She went over, grabbed a bag, and left. Felix watched the entire thing in gross fascination.

“You didn’t even ask why she needed it,” he said, watching as his mate started organizing the bandages into three rows of four instead of four rows of three.

“It’s Rebecca, sometimes it’s better not to ask,” he said, sounding distracted. Felix walked over and bent his head slightly to stare at his mate’s ass. Feeling slightly mischievous he reached out and grabbed a solid handful of his mate’s round, muscular cheek. Claybourne gave an undignified yelp and turned to face Felix. He was about to say something when Rebecca raced back in.

“Hey, Doc, can a human ingest small, diluted amounts of human blood?” she asked, She gawked at Claybourne’s flushed face before looking over to Felix.

“Yes.” Claybourne’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. “Yes, in small amounts human blood is safe to ingest,” His voice returning to its normal lower octave.

“Yes!” she said as she raced back out. Claybourne watched her leave, and a thoughtful look came over his face.

“Okay I have to admit, I’m intrigued,” he said, facing Felix wearing the first real smile Felix had seen since walking into the tent. Felix could feel his inner animal morph into a tiger. He was reacting to being close to Claybourne.

“Tell me you feel it too,” Felix said quietly. A shocked look appeared on Claybourne’s face.

“Of course I do. All I can think about is getting you on the closest flat surface, but seeing as how you and I are the only medically trained people in town, we cannot disappear on Field Day of all days,” Claybourne said as his breathing became shallower. His eyes shifted from his normal crystalline blue to a light sky blue.

“I thought you were a tiger,” Felix asked, feeling his body respond to his mate’s growing need.

“I am. I’m a white Bengal tiger. My eyes are blue, not the normal orange of a regular Bengal,” Claybourne explained.

“I’m a hybrid,” Felix said He looked down, unsure how his mate would react.

“I think that hybrids are the very best that shifters can be,” Claybourne said. Felix felt tears prick his eyes. Being a hybrid had opened him up to scorn before, and he was relieved that his mate accepted him as he was.

“And of course your genetics and physiology are fascinating,” Claybourne said, turning back to his table. Felix was looking around for something to hit his mate with when David and Daniel came running into the tent, Roman hot on their heels. The twins ducked behind Claybourne, trying to use him as a shield.

“You do know I won’t help you, right?” he said dispassionately.

“Yeah, but if Roman does to us what he is threatening to do, we want you close by,” Daniel quipped. Seconds later an annoyed Gabriel glided into the tent. He stood next to Roman who was glaring at the twins.

“Ah, it’s the sarcastic doctor. You didn’t by chance give Daniel and David blood did you?” Gabriel asked walking up to stand next to Roman who was glaring at the twins.

“Of course not. I gave the blood to Rebecca,” Claybourne said reasonably. Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s actually not bad,” Rebecca said, licking an ice cream cone as she walked into the tent.

“Wait, is there blood in the ice cream?” Felix asked as he watched Rebecca lick the cold treat. She nodded.

“Yup. I saw that some ice cream parlor out on the west coast has been using animal blood in ice cream. I thought that since this is a shifter town that might not be a good idea, so we used human blood for the vampires. It’s actually pretty good,” she said, looking at her ice cream cone, then she looked at Gabriel. Standing on tiptoe she pushed it onto his lips. He simply stared down at her with an eyebrow raised, the smear of ice cream on his face taking away from his normally regal appearance. Reluctantly he licked his lips and a surprised expression came over his face.

“You two made this?” he asked. The twins nodded.

“I’ll have to call Ms.Brayburn back and apologize for the shock she had when she saw the twins pouring blood from a medical bag into the ice cream machine. She was complaining about wanting her chocolate ice cream to Ashby who then in turn called me since he knew I was here on the vampire panel we created to answer questions from the townspeople. I’ll also have to buy Ashby new equipment for the shop,” Gabriel said, glaring at the twins before reaching for Rebecca’s ice cream cone and taking a bite.

“That way we can keep the equipment you used today at the coven house to make more. This is truly decadent.” Gabriel held the ice cream cone in one hand and with the other offered the crook of his elbow to Rebecca who took it daintily. Rebecca winked at the twins before they both walked out. David and Daniel exhaled loudly.

Adult Excerpt

“I’m going to get you to relax. Leave the mess. The world won’t end, I promise you.” Felix took their plates and put them on the coffee table. Claybourne stared at them. His right eye began to twitch slightly. He turned to Felix.

“The kitchen is dirty.” He rubbed his hands on his pants leg. Felix boldly reached over to cup his mate’s crotch.

“Dirty is good. Want to make me dirty?” Felix asked dropping his voice down to a whisper. He almost did a cartwheel when he saw his mate’s eyes fade to a light blue. His tiger’s eyes were coming out. Claybourne pushed Felix back and crawled over him. Felix had barely a moment to take a breath before Claybourne’s mouth was on his and taking away his sanity. Their tongues dueled and twined around each other. Felix had to pull back, and he reached down and adjusted his jeans which had become painfully tight.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, I don’t want you damaged,” Claybourne said, grinning. Felix nodded and they both scrambled off the couch. Felix raced after Claybourne, grabbing his ass the entire way down the hall. When the cleared the door they both began stripping their clothes. Felix knew that Claybourne must be out of his mind with lust since he was tossing his clothes around the room. Claybourne, naked, turned to him, his prick jutting out from his body already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum down the hard length. Over the years trapped in his captor’s cage Felix had plenty of time to fantasize about his future mate. He had imagined everything from large bulky bears to lean lions, but nothing prepared him for the perfection of his tiger. The man stood nearly a foot over his own five foot five height and every inch of his body was covered in lean, tone muscles. His chest was dusted with dark hair that trailed downward and divided his six pack beautifully. Felix’s mouth began to water. The man had the body of a god. Claybourne walked around the bed to the nightstand, and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Claybourne threw the bottle to him. He caught it easily and waited until his mate was standing in front of him again.

“Can I taste you?” he asked. Claybourne whimpered and nodded.

“You never, ever have to ask that question. Forever and ever amen the answer is yes.” Claybourne grabbed the base of his shaft. Felix gave a sultry smile and began to sway his hips as he stalked forward before dropping to his knees before his mate.

“Good, because I love to suck cock,” Felix admitted before swallowing his mate’s impressive length down. Above his head Felix heard an unintelligible chant of promises and curses. While holding the base of his mate’s cock in one hand he flicked open the bottle of lube with the other and began to work his fingers into his own hole, stretching himself. He groaned at the sensation of having his mate’s cock in his mouth as he played with his own ass. Felix reveled in the taste of his mate. He ran his tongue up and down the soft skin of the long shaft. He loved every line, tracing the thick heavy vein. He swirled his tongue around the spongy head before dipping his tongue into the slit. He hummed his satisfaction. His mate tasted like nectar.

“Please stop, much more and I’ll come,” Claybourne begged, trying to catch his breath.

Felix stood. “It’s a good thing I’m all stretched and ready for you. I don’t think I can wait another second to have this gorgeous cock in my ass.” Felix climbed onto the bed, and made sure he wiggled his ass every chance he got. Claybourne let out a loud rumble and pounced on him.

“Turn over, my mate, I need to see you when I take you,” Claybourne said, his voice deep. Felix shivered when he saw that his mate’s canines were out. Felix rolled over onto his back and pulled his knees to his chest before spreading his legs wide. Claybourne stared down at him.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he whispered.

BEHIND THE SCENES

Q Do you write full-time or part-time?

I write part time. I have a full time job where I normally put in between 50-60 hours per week at.

Q Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

I like to write in the early morning when I get off of work. I works overnights on the East coast, so my hours are completely backwards to everyone else.

Q Do you write every day?

No, some days it’s book planning or outlining. I also try to balance that with time on Facebook chatting with my peeps and web building. Social networking is a huge part of being a writer.

Q Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?

No, I don’t like to feel like I HAVE to write. If I try to force it, I’m usually unhappy with what I’ve written.

Q Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

I do both. I have a rough outline, but when I sit down and start typing sometimes my characters are in the driver’s seat.

Q How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?

I’m using a wider range of words to describe things. To help with steamy scenes I started an Explicit Word spreadsheet LOL

Q What was the hardest thing about writing your latest book?

Fated Forgiveness which is being released Nov 7th, was pretty straightforward. But the one after that was hard due to medical terminology. It’s also my tear jerker and emotional roller coaster book. I am warning my readers in advance. Have tissues ready.

Q What is the easiest thing about writing?

Talking to my characters

Q How long on average does it take you to write a book?

On average I would say 2-3 weeks

Q Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

Either I start outlining something new which may trigger needed plot points in the book prior or I skip to the end of the book and write it backwards J

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