birthday bashToday I turn the big 3-0! Yeah I know, crazy right? Time is going by way too fast! But lucky for us book lovers, we have amazing books at our disposal to slow down time and escape reality for a bit. I’m so excited that some of my favorite authors have decided to stop by and share some excerpts from their fantastic books and also give away some prizes! Let’s get this party started…..

First up we have Alannah Lynne who is sharing an excerpt from book 1 in the smoldering Heat Wave series, SAVIN’ ME!


Erik stood on Kat’s doorstep, carrying a pizza box and beer, wearing that stupid-ass grin again, and vaguely aware of the self-preservationist frantically waving his red flag. Erik knew this no-touching policy seemed counter intuitive to getting Kat back in the sack, but it wasn’t just a ploy to spend more time with her, as the self-preservationist seemed to think. It was part of the bigger plan. If things went according to plan, by the end of night, she’d be cursing that no-touching policy and ruling in favor of full-on contact sports.

“Hi there,” she said, opening the door and stepping aside so he could enter.

His gaze swept over her pink T-shirt, ass-hugging jeans, and bare feet, where a toe ring twinkled mockingly. The self-preservationist muttered, “See, dumbass, you’re in over your head.”

Erik gulped, finding it difficult to argue. Forcing his gaze away from her, he stepped over the threshold and scanned the mountain of boxes littering the floor. “Holy shit.” Some were open, with newspaper hanging over the sides where she’d rummaged through them; others were stacked in neat piles three and four high. “We’re gonna need more beer.”

She laughed and shut the door behind him. “Are you sorry you insisted on helping?” Without waiting for an answer, she took the pizza box from him and led the way to the kitchen.

Hell no, he wasn’t sorry. This was even better than he’d expected. With any luck, he’d be here all night, which gave him more time to make her regret that stupid rule. “Maybe,” he said, laughing so she’d know he was teasing. He glanced around the kitchen, which was slightly less disastrous than the living room. “Do you have a plan of attack, or is this a free-for-all?”

She sat the pizza box on the counter, then looked around. “I think finish the kitchen first, then move to the living room?”

It was more question than statement, so he shrugged and nodded. “Sure. You’re the boss.”

She grabbed paper plates and napkins from the cabinet and set them on the counter next to the pizza. “In that case, I say we eat first. I’m starving.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling a slice from the box. When she reached for it, he shook his head no and held it up to her mouth. “Open.” She eyed him suspiciously—smart girl—but opened anyway and took a bite.

“Oh, my God. That’s so good.” She grabbed another bite, then closed her eyes and chewed like it was the finest food in the world. With her head tilted back, eyes closed, and pleasure rippling off her, she looked much like she had on the boat. Soaking up the sun, the wind blowing her skirt high on her thighs, her hands stroking her legs… she’d been an erotic vision if ever there was one.

He took a deep breath and set the slice on her plate before grabbing a couple of slices for himself. “Vinnie’s makes a great pizza. They have killer lasagna, too. We’ll get that next time.”

She opened her eyes, grabbed her slice, and took another large bite. Between chews she said, “I love lasagna. It’s one of my favorite foods.”

He grabbed two beers and grinned. She hadn’t flinched at the “next time” part of his statement; he was making progress.

She hopped onto the countertop and continued to eat while he opened the bottles. As he turned to hand her one, a drop of pizza sauce stuck to her lip caught his attention. Pizza sauce wasn’t sexy. But when she flicked her tongue out to lick it from her lip, a gulp and a groan collided in his throat. A shot of adrenaline hit his system, and blood rushed to his dick.

He took a long, cooling drink from his bottle and considered his plan—which wasn’t working as he’d intended. In fact, so far, the whole damned thing seemed to be backfiring.

“This is really good,” Kat said, grabbing a second slice. “Thanks for bringing dinner and coming to help. It’s nice to have the company.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Did you grow up in Riverside?” she asked.

“Not in Riverside, but across the river and down a ways. About a mile past the plant.”

Kat picked up her pizza to take a bite, paused, then set it back down. “I have to be honest. Once I let go of being pissed off…,” she smiled sheepishly, “…I really loved being on the water. It’s so peaceful out there. I understand why you prefer travelling by boat.”

Erik’s chest tightened at her soft smile and the sincerity of her words. It shouldn’t have meant anything, but he was thrilled she’d enjoyed something that was such a big part of his life. “We’ll go out again. Soon.”

She nodded, then grabbed her pizza and took a healthy bite.

He smiled and did the same, enjoying the moment.

The self-preservationist dropped his head into his hands and wept.

General conversation ensued until Kat finished eating. She tossed her wadded-up napkin onto her plate and brushed her hands together. Since he’d finished long before her, she asked, “Ready to get busy?”

Erik grinned at all the ways he’d love to get busy, but kept the thought to himself. “Absolutely.” He picked up their plates and dumped them in the trash while Kat dropped to her knees and began sifting through one of the boxes. Finished putting the leftover pizza in the fridge and wiping off the counter, he stood next to her, awaiting further instructions.

She pulled a mixer from the box and turned toward him. “What—?” The question remained unasked as she found her wide-open mouth level with his crotch.

His dick instantly recognized the advantages of the situation and rose with vigor and enthusiasm.

Her gazed fixed on his fly, watching the subtle shifts of his clothing caused by all the behind-the-scenes action taking place. She licked her lips and the impact was as powerful as if she’d physically stroked her tongue over his flesh.

Every muscle in his body tightened in response. Sweat popped out on his forehead and across the back of his neck as her gaze began a slow, leisurely stroll up his body. Her looking up at him—through dark lashes from this position on her knees—caused his cock to swell to near bursting, and its throbbing matched the whooshing in his ears.

No touching.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes. While taking a few deep breaths, he prayed she’d find the good sense to get off the floor before she found herself flat on her back with him buried to the hilt inside her.

When he finally opened his eyes, he found her standing in front of him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks. “That was a great view,” she said, smiling sweetly.

He’d given his word on the no-touching bullshit, but the little minx didn’t realize how close he was to giving his fucking honor the boot. “I’d be more than happy to provide you with an even better one,” he said, his voice raspy, his tone clipped and harsh.

She sighed heavily as her shoulders slumped. “That would be really nice, but I’m afraid it would be terrible… just terrible”—she batted her eyes and did her best Scarlett impression—“to have something so incredible to look at and not be able to touch.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and bent over, reaching for the goddamned mixer she’d left on the floor.

“Jesus Christ!” A man could only take so much. She yelped as he snatched her up around the waist and sat her on the counter. “Sit there and don’t move. Don’t bat your eyes. Don’t lick your lips. Don’t get on your knees. And for God’s sake, don’t bend over.” He snatched the mixer off the floor. “Where the hell do you want it?”

The little she-devil clapped her hands together, threw her head back, and laughed with abandon. The act was more threatening to his emotional stability than all her sexy moves put together. Laughing like this, she was absolutely radiant. And he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone.

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flourishNext up we have the amazing Lexi Blake with her upcoming New Release in her Thieves series, STEAL THE DAY!

StealTheDay_highres Coming October 22, 2013!

The world’s most unusual thief faces her greatest challenge—stealing a soul from the depths of Hell… When a member of her crew is dragged to Hell by a demon, Zoey plans the most dangerous heist of her career. With her team at her side, Zoey intends to sneak onto the Hell plane and steal Sarah back. The job seems impossible until a new client makes them an offer too good to refuse. If she can find an ancient artifact called The Revelation, she can use it to locate an angel who holds Sarah’s redemption in his hands. Surrounded by warring angels and demons, the greatest threat may come from one of her own. Torn between her Fae lover and the vampire who has always held her heart, Zoey finds that she and Dev are trapped in Daniel’s web of secrets, and it may be Zoey who has to pay the ultimate price.


I stretched as I rolled out of bed, trying not to wake the man next to me. I caught sight of Devinshea Quinn and couldn’t help but stare. His tan skin made a stark contrast to the white sheets. His dark hair was mussed from our activities, and though his face was relaxed, there was no way to soften that perfectly shaped jawline. The sheet was around his waist leaving most of his lean, muscular body on display. Everything about Dev Quinn was perfect, from his washboard abs to his cut chest, to those ridiculously sensual lips. I felt a smile cross my face as I sat there and just watched him sleep.

He shifted, rolling over in bed, and I decided it was time to go. As much as I liked to look at him, I really didn’t want the argument that was sure to come when he realized where I was going.

I stood up and was finally able to get out of the Christian Louboutin’s Dev had gifted me with earlier in the evening. I flexed my feet. The shoes were ridiculously gorgeous. My eyes had widened when I opened the box, and my heart had fluttered. It hadn’t taken Dev long before he had me in the shoes and nothing else. Those shoes were exciting and sexy, and just the slightest bit uncomfortable. They were a little like my relationship with Dev. The sex was incredible, and while I was in bed with Dev, I didn’t think about anything but him. The minute I rolled out of bed, I wanted to get out of those shoes and put on a pair of Converse. That was our problem.

Well, that and my husband.

I walked through the grotto, collecting stray clothes along the way. Dev’s apartment was at the top of a building he owned in the middle of downtown Dallas. The bottom of the building housed his club, Ether, the hottest club of its kind. But it wasn’t the kind of club that showed up on the “Best of Dallas” lists since I’m one of the only humans to be permitted entrance.

Ether was the place where the supernaturals of the world went to mix and mingle and do a little business. It was an official place of peace, despite my last year’s best effort to burn it down. I hadn’t meant to, but then I never do. Trouble just follows me. That had been my first date with Dev. At the time, I wasn’t married. It didn’t take me long to remedy that.

I slowed, unable to rush through. Dev’s “condo” took up the whole top floor of the building and was the most decadent space I’d ever seen. The first time Dev had taken me up the private elevator from his office in Ether to his penthouse, the doors had opened and I’d gasped. I called the whole place “the grotto.” It was something like an indoor forest, complete with a brook that ran through the various rooms of the apartment. When the sun was out, the whole place was lit with soft, natural light. In the dead of night, moonbeams streamed through the overhead windows, shining down and making the room seem magical.

It’s odd for a faery to live year round in the city. They don’t like the feeling of being enclosed. It goes against their nature, but Dev was mortal. He was the only one of his mother’s children who had not taken after her, and because of his mortality, he’d chosen to leave the sithein and cut off ties to his family. Since the day we’d met, I could remember two conversations we’d had about his family.

This place made me think he missed them.

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The bathroom was bigger than my entire living room. The splendor of Dev’s home put in stark contrast our relative differences. Dev had money and a lot of it. I had recently finished a job that gave me enough money to buy a little fixer-upper in the country, but I was starting to hurt for cash. My account was down to the low four digits, and I didn’t have more money coming in.

I would have given up all the money I had made on my last job if I could have changed the outcome of it. Some jobs aren’t worth the payday.

I tossed my clothes on the sink and stepped under the rainfall of deliciously hot water. The water stroked over my skin, and I stretched again. Sex with Dev was inventive and exciting, and required a certain level of flexibility. I could see yoga classes in my future.

Suddenly two big hands came from behind and cupped my breasts. I sighed for two reasons—one because it felt so good, and two because there would be no getting out of a fight. I let my head fall back against his chest, his body nestling against mine. If we were going to fight, I might as well enjoy the first part.

“Zoey,” Dev breathed in my ear, his voice the sweetest of seductions. “I sincerely apologize. I have treated you poorly.”

I smiled because I knew what was coming next. “I disagree, Dev. I was treated incredibly well. At least three times.”

One hand stayed at my breast, plucking at my nipple, pinching and lighting it up. Another clever hand made its way lower. His fingers slid over my clit, and that was all it took. I was warm and wet again. “If I had done my job properly, you would have passed out. The fact that you can move means I have more work to do. I didn’t even get to the part where I tie you up and we play.”

Dev liked to play. He liked to play with handcuffs and toys. He had a whole closet full of naughty little devices, like an FAO Schwarz for kink. With a low growl, he shifted, turning me toward him. His mouth took mine in a deep, luxurious kiss. This was what Dev and I did best.

He lifted me up, settling me on the ledge of the shower. I was sure the contractors who had built the place thought the wide shelf was to store shampoo and soap, but I knew better. Dev had designed it with sex in mind. He moved between my legs, the ledge placing my pussy at the perfect height for him.

“I can’t get enough of you. I fucking crave you.” He’d come prepared. He slipped a condom on and worked his way in. It wasn’t long before my back was up against the natural rock of the shower and I was screaming out number four.

“Let’s dry off and go back to bed,” he whispered as he held me up because my legs weren’t quite working yet. It wasn’t easy keeping up with a man whose grandfather had been a fertility god. “I’ll tell Albert to send up breakfast for two in the morning.”

I hugged him close to me, hoping that my affection would make the next few minutes easier. “I can’t. I have to go. I have a meeting with a client.”

Dev stopped, his whole face lighting up. I suspected one of the reasons he liked me was my unusual job. I was a thief who specialized in procuring objects of an arcane nature. Stealing from supernaturals made my job one of the riskier fields. It was thrilling when the job ran well, and completely terrifying when anything went wrong. Dev had run one job with me and had been bugging me ever since to let him go again. He’d gotten off on the adrenaline rush.

He winked down at me. “That’s great, sweetheart. I’ll get dressed and go with you. I promise to keep my mouth shut and be good eye candy. Should I take the Ruger or the Glock?”

I pulled away from him because no amount of affection was going to fix this. “Sorry, but I have to go alone.”

His deep green eyes formed suspicious slits. “Alone? You never go alone. That’s your first rule.” He took a step back, his mouth turning down. “So if you’re not going alone, you’re going with Daniel.”

And there it was, the one word that could wreck our day. “He is my partner.”

“He’s your husband.” Dev spat the word out as though it was poison. He stalked out of the shower, leaving me with an incredible view of his preternaturally glorious ass.

I picked up a bottle of something Dev liked the smell of and then put it back down in favor of plain old soap. I told myself it was because I needed to be professional. I didn’t want to go into a client meeting smelling like a woman who had just had sex four times. If I was honest with myself, and I tried not to be, I didn’t want to hurt Daniel.

I finished up in the shower and turned it off, wrapping a warm towel around my body. Dev was sitting on the sink when I went to retrieve my clothes. He’d slipped into silk boxers and looked at me with a sad smile.

“Sorry,” he said. “I know I’m being an ass. I’m just jealous.”

“You have nothing to be jealous of.” It sounded like a reassuring lie even to my ears. “If I could get a divorce, I would.”

I’d come to accept the marriage I had been tricked into. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice. Tricked is a harsh word. Daniel had been trying to protect me at the time. It was his excuse for everything. I didn’t resent the protection. I resented the fact that he’d left me ignorant. I had to find out from a demon that we were married. There’d been no vows of love and devotion, no white dress or fabulous reception. There had been blood and sex and a transfer of ownership between Daniel and myself.

And there was no divorce when you were married to a vampire.

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flourishNext up we have Sylvia McDaniel with her Christmas Angel Romance – The Reluctant Santa!

SylviaMcDaniel_TheReluctantSanta200synopsisSince his mother abandoned him on Christmas Eve never to return, Colin McDermott has hated Christmas and sworn never to have children. But this year two angels are giving him everything he didn’t want. A Santa suit, a child and a chance at love again. This is his last chance to learn the true meaning of Christmas.

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  flourishNext we have Eliza Gayle with SUBMISSIVE BEAUTY! SubmissiveBeauty_Finals225 excerpt Gabby turned her car down Franklin Street, and her anxiety soared to an all-new level. She’d gotten dressed per instructions and rushed out the door to meet Master Thomas. A glance at the dashboard clock said ten minutes until her deadline, and she still wondered what the hell she was doing. Every possible scenario she’d imagined led to nothing but more questions. What would he do to her if she went through with this? Surely he would touch her, but how far did he intend to push her in one night? Her mind raced with myriad possibilities as fear gripped her so tight she found herself strangling the steering wheel. Get a grip Gabby. This is what you’ve been waiting and wishing for, isn’t it? A gamut of emotions coursed through her; fear, excitement, arousal, curiosity, and…her arms trembled…more fear. A bark of nervous laughter pressed through her lips. Angel had assured her repeatedly that nothing bad would happen to her, and that Thomas could be trusted with her safety. She’d learned that he held a considerable position in the community and commanded a generous amount of respect from the members of the club. Those assurances had been enough for her to get this far, but as she searched the numbers on every mailbox, she considered giving up and returning home. No one would think less of her if she wasn’t the right type for Thomas’s unorthodox demands. Who could blame her for wanting to get to know a man before letting him dominate her? Yeah, too late for that Gabby. Whether you like it or not, he’s been dominating you  since you first heard his voice. Gabby sighed. She spied the number three hundred and ten on a black mailbox encased in brick and quickly turned to the right into the drive. A wrought iron gate stood open as if awaiting her arrival. She slowly drove beyond it and up the winding drive. The house loomed in front of her, large and old. If this was indeed Thomas’s house, he had very expensive taste. She’d guess the stately brick home was built in the late 1800s and had been restored sometime in the last decade. The few gaslights that were lit out front did little other than cast shadows across the footpath that led to the front door. Compared to her modest uptown townhouse she was way out of her league. She parked her car close to the walkway and strained to see through the inky darkness. No other cars were in sight. She shook her head and banned the negativity from her mind. Just because she didn’t see any other vehicles didn’t mean they weren’t there. These houses typically had hidden garages around back. Gabby took a deep breath and rested her forehead on the steering wheel for a minute, releasing the air one short puff at a time. If she didn’t calm down, she’d be shaking like a leaf by the time she got inside. Get a grip, Gabby. You decided you’re going to do this so buck up already. She stepped from the car and carefully balanced herself, wondering once again why she’d worn ridiculously high-heeled shoes. Because they’re pretty, that’s why. She walked to the front door and automatically reached for the doorbell. Lucky for her, she caught herself in mid-air seconds before she pressed it. He’d said to enter the residence unannounced and proceed instead of waiting for an invitation to come in. She struggled with her social conditioning as she complied with his directions. Nerves jumped in her belly at the thought of walking into the wrong house and finding herself in more trouble than she could handle. She opened it noiselessly and peeked through a crack in the door, afraid someone would catch her. Just inside she spied a long narrow foyer leading to what she presumed would be the living area. Gabby crept through the door and quietly closed it behind her. She tiptoed toward the back of the house, trying not to click her heels on the hardwood floor. The room opened up into an inviting space filled with comfortable furniture and a large screen television as the focal point. Where she’d expected expensive antique furniture, she found a comfortable space that looked lived in, especially the large overstuffed couch that dominated the center of the room. Gabby glanced at her watch and realized she had about thirty seconds to get in place, or she’d be late. She hustled over to the coffee table, set her purse and keys down and stepped to the end of the couch as instructed. Her body curved around the large rolled end as she wiggled into place—head down, ass up. Nervous didn’t begin to describe how she felt. She took a deep breath and lifted her skirt on the exhale. Cold air swept across her naked bottom causing goose flesh to erupt across her skin. Gabby squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to be afraid. She’d followed his instructions to the letter despite the fact she was in a strange home with her bare butt and pussy exposed to anyone who walked into the room. She prayed it would indeed be Thomas who found her. Minutes ticked by. She squirmed and fidgeted against the sofa, beyond restless and antsy. If she had a lick of common sense, she’d leave. Go back to her own house, her safe life and reconsider why this had seemed like a good idea. She should have her head— A large, warm hand caressed her right butt cheek, sending a hard shudder up her spine. Gabby sucked in her breath. Her adrenaline spiked. She bit at her lip and strained for some sign that it was indeed Thomas who stood behind her and not a complete stranger or even a crazed maniac.  buy links AMAZON | B&N giveawaytime     a Rafflecopter giveaway

flourishNext we have the wonderful Leia Shaw with book 5 in her Shadows of Destiny Series, DESTINY FORGIVEN!

df_lgDestiny Forgiven, the long awaited fifth book in my paranormal romance series, is releasing on Halloween! I’d love to share with you the blurb and a sexy excerpt from the book!

Blurb:  When shifter rebel, Felicity, is thrown into the sorcerer’s prison, she meets the legendary torturerer known as Inkman. The menacing guard with the gruesome tattoos is almost unrecognizable, but she could never forget her childhood sweetheart, Maddox Blackwell.

But he has no memory of her. Brainwashed and broken, his human emotions have been destroyed, leaving him bereft, without an identity. Now only darkness remains. As she fights to make him remember their past, forgotten feelings reignite. Love was once a breath away. Can she save him before he must take that final step and execute her?


To his pleasure, she closed the few inches between them and their lips touched. She tasted like summer air and memories flooded him. Skipping rocks, laughing, always lots of laughing, wrestling matches that ended in long make-out sessions. Starry skies and flashlight tag. Wetness leaked from the corners of his eyes. He was still grieving for time lost – time he’d wasted in that hell hole when he could’ve been making more memories with her.

Felicity parted her lips and he slipped his tongue in. He dropped the towel and wrapped one hand possessively around the back of her slender neck, the other rested gently on her cheek. She felt so small in his grasp, and entirely his. Satisfaction welled up inside him and he kissed her harder.

Her arms slid around his neck and she pulled him closer, kissing him back just as eagerly. The small moan against his lips made him instantly hard. Flashes of when he’d tied her to his bed and tortured her till she came again and again seemed to shoot straight to his cock.

The door downstairs slammed and they broke apart. James must’ve returned. Damn him.

Felicity looked up at him, eyes glittering with desire, making him want to throw her against the wall and fuck her senseless. “I missed you,” she whispered.

He exhaled loudly, willing his erection to get under control. “I missed you too, sweet girl. And I’m not looking forward to leaving you again in a couple days.”

“I know. But once this task is over, we won’t have to separate again.” A smirk turned her expression mischievous. “That’s if you’ll have me as your partner. I could go back to Dalton, I suppose.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he threatened. With firm hand he gripped the back of her neck again. “Mine.”

Her eyelids fell half-closed and she melted against him. So she liked it rough? She liked being his?

“Understand, Felicity? Mine.”

Breathing heavy, she looked into his eyes, distant but aware, all trust and love. “Yes. I’m yours.”

He grinned, proud to own such a beautiful, intelligent woman. Whatever he’d done in his old life to win her affection must have been extraordinary. He wished he could live up to it. Though it was selfish, even if he couldn’t live up to who he’d been, he wouldn’t let her go. Not his salvation. She would always be his tie to sanity.


Please join me in celebrating the release of Destiny Forgiven on Halloween at my All day Halloween Book Bash! There’ll be other authors, prizes, Halloween stories, photos and more!

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Leia Shaw is the bestselling author of the paranormal romance series, Shadows of Destiny. Thinking up fae politics, plotting dragon power games, and calculating how fast werewolves can change forms has given her a way to express those dark places in her mind. More recently, she’s branched out into the erotic world and has written a humorous but heartwarming contemporary BDSM romance 31 Flavors of Kink. She is also co-authoring the bestselling Badass Brats series.

Leia lives in New England with her husband and two kids. Though she will go to her grave denying it, her husband insists she would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs.

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  flourishLast but not least, we have Eva LeNoir with her Underdogs of the Arena series! Stone Cold new excerpt

The writhing beauty began to moan and shake under his expert touch as her climax threatened to erupt. Stones could tell she was damn close since


the walls of her pussy clenched hard around his cock. Here we go doll, let’s go for a ride, he thought as the sound of Moves Like Jagger blasted on his phone. Not even fazed by the incredibly bad timing of the call, he picked up the cell and pressed the green button to connect.



“What’s up?” he said in a bored tone as if he weren’t bringing a female to the


final throes.


“What the hell are you doing?” The pissed off voice that so typically


“greeted” him on the other end was one he had heard every single day for the last two years. Ellen Banks, his prodigy and now the new Champion of the Underdog Arena was obviously up in arms about something. Up until two weeks ago, they had worked hard and diligently to fulfill her dream. That bit accomplished, they were taking a break so she could enjoy her life as a newly-mated vampire. Unbelievable.



Stones never would have thought his fierce and fiery kick boxer would ever


settle down and actually be happy about it. Her mate, Nash Stanford, was also the owner and creator of the underground Arena, and the Sire of all the vampires on the East Coast. Once a male of eclectic tastes, Nash was, as of recently, a one-female kind of guy. Of that Stones had no doubts since Ellen would eagerly cut off her mate’s balls if the idea of ever getting it on with another even crossed his mind.
Yeah, Stones did not need that kind of leash on him; fuck you very much.


“Nothing. What can I do for you?” As though on cue, the female trembling


beneath him broke out in a scream worthy of the best porn video on the market.


Glancing down at her perfectly oval-shaped face, he was proud to have her coming with such enthusiasm. Push. Push. Grunt. Come. Done.


“Fucking hell, Stones! Are you getting laid right now?” Ellen practically


shrieked her disapproval almost causing him permanent ear damage. He pulled out of the female, handed her a bathrobe as he grabbed himself a towel conveniently placed on the leather chair next to his bed then promptly walked out of the room.
Like any gentleman, he winked at his partner-for-a-while before gently closing the door behind him, allowing her some privacy.


“Nope. Not anymore. What do you need, El?” Ellen mumbled something


he thought sounded like asshat, but he couldn’t be sure.”



Eva is also sharing an unedited EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from WHITE FIRE, book 3 in the Series!


“The first thing to register in Kyle Pearce’s hazy mind as consciousness began to rear its ugly head, was pain.  The second made more sense: a full blown hard-on.  Had one caused the other?  The throbbing on either of his temples was seriously starting to piss him off.  He was not a pussy by any stretch of the imagination but migraines put a definite damper on his morning wood.  At the top of his priority list was the need to open his eyes but the damned things would not comply with his wishes. Slowly, his senses began to kick in.  The coppery taste in his mouth clearly indicated blood had been shed.  No alcohol aftertaste so Kyle concluded that he had not been in fight with some drunken humans.  Willing his limbs to move, he realized that he was not paralyzed.  Thank fuck for that.  What the hell happened to put him in this weakened state of lethargy?  As his mind raced in its quest to comprehend his current state, an onslaught of familiar scents reached his nostrils making them flare.  The wolf in him tried to dissect the different aromas enveloping him like a warm blanket on a cold night, slowly recognizing one then another.  Wild berries and spring rain.  But there were more.  Lilies.  Yes, definitely lilies and maybe something else…Sniffing out the many perfumes attacking his senses, Kyle grinned when the comforting fragrance of clean crisp sheets brought him back to his childhood when his mother would tend to his every need, tucking him in at night after a long day playing outside.  Well, shit, that definitely killed his boner.   The rumbling of his stomach clearly indicated his appetite was on high alert, accentuated by the distinct aroma of raspberries making his mouth water.  With a sigh, Kyle opened one eye, instantly assaulted by the bright light of the morning sifting through what seemed to be the windows to his left.  A quick swipe of his tongue across his dry lips told him he had not drunk a drop of water in quite some time.  As his vision adjusted to the brightness of the outside world, Kyle willed his other eye to follow suit.   The sight that greeted his unfocused gaze was breathtaking and could only be described as white fire.  Blinking, Kyle tried to bring the vision into focus, making out the fine lines of the picture hovering over his horizontal body.  The ethereal light above him surrounded him with its physical heat but what truly made his entire body react was the touch of crimson that cascaded down, just inches above his chest.  Slowly, his vision cleared revealing what must have surely been a hallucination because he had no memory of bringing home a sexy-ass redhead.  Shaking his head slightly to chase the cobwebs, Kyle took his time drinking in the features of this creature that stirred every nerve ending in his body to life.  Fiery red hair was falling in waves, her delicate oval-shaped face a healthy milky shade with full lips made for kissing.  Staring straight at him were the deepest forest green eyes he had ever seen, the depth of which he could walk into and get completely lost.  As realization hit him that she was not a vision but truly there in the flesh, the female broke out in a heart stopping smile that could make any male stupid with need and desire.  Least of which himself.  At this very second, she could ask anything of him and he would deliver without question if only she promised to wrap those raspberry-colored lips tightly around his all-too aware shaft.”
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