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I have the lovely Elyzabeth VaLey on my blog today with her new release, A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood, and she is holding a GIVEAWAY. Be sure to leave her a comment and don't forget your e-mail address so we can get a hold of you.
Over to you, Elyzabeth :-)
I’m stoked to be here with Doris to tell you about my latest release A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood, a paranormal- fantasy that takes place in three different worlds:
- Earth (to be precise they travel to Madrid, Stockholm and New York)
- The Demon Realm
- The Dragon Realm
I’m going to tell you a little about Madrid, the city where it all begins and the city where I live. To illustrate the places in the city which the characters visit, I went around and snapped a few pictures. Bear in mind that most of the action through these streets take place at night but I took the pics during the day so you could have a better look. Let’s begin:
Tribunal: Victoria catches a glimpse of Adrian for the first time at the Plaza de Tribunal. The place is commonly used as a meeting spot since it’s so near to an assortment of pubs and bars.
They made their way back into Tribunal’s plaza. The square was still terribly busy at the late hour and he knew she’d feel safer where there were crowds. He held her hand, the personal gesture coming naturally.
The History Museum: Adjacent to the plaza lays the Madrid history Museum. Surrounded by metal bars, Adrian waits for Victoria to make an appearance.
Victoria shuffled her feet anxiously. She felt him staring at her. The monster of a man leaning on the museum’s metal bars, in a nonchalant pose, as if waiting for someone or something, kept his eyes trained on her.
Fuencarral , Gran Vía and Montera: On the run, the couple races through the commercial street of Fuencarral, across Gran Vía, known as the Spanish Broadway, and finally down Montera.
Sighing, he turned into Fuencarral, a large street, neighboring the city center. A street, presumably a safe one, yet he knew differently.
Plaza del Carmen: Sometimes bustling and sometimes eerily quiet, this little plaza used to be home to a Goth club I frequented. Unfortunately, it has longed closed, along with a bunch of other business, making it an even quieter place at whatever time.
In their search for safety Adrian leads Victoria to the parking lot located in the plaza but… Is it really safe?
I wish it were different, little one. Flickering yellow light guided their way as they snuck deeper into the parking lot.
Why are they running and from whom? Now that’s something I’ll allow you to discover on your own. *Wink*
He is a shadow in the dark, smelling your scent and sensing your fear...
Legendary bounty hunter Adrian Ormonde is no ordinary man. His life is filled with secrets and questions, blood and lust. His only concern for 150 years has been survival and discovering the truth behind his demon-dragon nature.
Until he meets his new assignment: Victoria Green.
Victoria Green has felt eyes watching her every move ever since she can remember. Then, Adrian appears. The eyes vanish but new dangers arise as she falls for the mysterious hunter. Cast into an ancient conflict between dragons and demons, Victoria must trust Adrian’s skill to be enough to protect her from both the outside world and that which grows within her.
Chance brought them together but will love and passion be enough to keep them joined? Or will the other forces at play in the dragon-demon worlds destroy them forever?
Glimpsing at the tent in his jeans, she gasped.
In an instant, he was upon her, his mouth devouring hers and making her legs weak.
“You make me lose control, sweetheart, and I’ll be damned if that hasn’t happened in years.”
His hands slid down her waist over her hip and onto her thigh. Her breath hitched as she searched Adrian’s dark eyes.
“Already, you ask?” He sneered, his calloused fingers rising higher and caressing the junction between her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her labia, finding her wet entrance. His grin became smug. Adrian’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed red as he dipped two fingers inside her, wringing out a breath she’d not been aware of holding.
“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.”
Bringing his lips down to her, he stole another short kiss that had her whimpering against him.
She hugged him, bringing him closer and searching for his warm touch again. His eyes scanned her face, his gaze softening.
“You don’t want this, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes I do,” she replied pushing herself against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit. Victoria tensed. Her orgasm hung from a cliff, ready to fall.
“I do want it.”
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her mouth, teasing the seams with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted him with longing. Sucking on his tongue, she made love to it as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her body became a mass of over-sensitized sparks as he coordinated his thumb with his seesawing digits. His hand on her waist, held her in place as she humped against him.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
His husky baritone triggered her release. Victoria cried out, her pussy convulsing in short waves, hot liquid dripping onto Adrian’s fingers. Her towel fell to a heap on the floor as she lost control, the cool breeze doing little to soothe her heated skin. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
Victoria moved to embrace him but he stepped away from her. Drawing his fingers into his mouth, he briefly closed his eyes emitting a barely audible sound of pleasure. When he opened them again, she gasped. Red sparks danced in his green depths.
“No, Victoria. You don’t want this.”
Shaking his head, he turned around and strode out of the room. Victoria stood rooted to the spot, watching in shock as he left the apartment, the main door slamming shut. Tears dampened her vision. Picking up the t-shirt he’d given her, she put it on. More tears trailed down her cheeks as the smell of detergent mingled with his scent. Taking a deep breath, she hastily brushed them away.
“Get a grip, Vicky.”
Wrapping the discarded towel around her wet hair, she strode to the kitchen, her stomach growling. She didn’t think she’d find anything edible in the small kitchen, but luckily Adrian kept a box of cereal and a few cartons of unopened milk. Digging into the meal, she shivered slightly as an unsettling feeling grew in her chest. The watchful eyes were back.
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.