Showing posts with label Arya Grey. Show all posts
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Friday, 24 October 2014

Fright Night Hop - Join in the Halloween fun #giveaway Eclipse of the Blood Moon @evernightpub #vampire



Join us for a little Halloween fun in the Fright Night blog hop! Stop by each blog to check out their favorite paranormal or spooky reads and enter their giveaways!

Hello lovely, peeps and welcome to my corner of the Fright Night Hop. With Halloween just round the corner, I had to join in now, especially as we had a recent blood moon.


You see, a few of the members of my critique group got together and came up with the idea of an anthology set around the Blood Moon, and The Eclipse of the Blood Moon was born.

We had such fun writing these stories! As part of the Hop I'm giving away an e-copy of this anthology. Just leave me a comment and tell me which paranormal creature you would love to spend Halloween with. Please make sure you leave me an e-mail address so that I can contact you should you win.


When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.

In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?

Be Warned: multiple partners, anal sex, spanking

Available from Evernight  Amazon  ARe  Bookstrand

Here is a little hot tease from my story Destined Lovers:

"You're not running away screaming."

He raised their linked hands over his heart, and she leant into the palm cupping her face.

"I wouldn't get very far if I tried, now, would I? Not with whatever is out there." She held her breath at the fury contorting his features as his fangs ran out just a little, and her pussy contracted in response. This was insane. She didn't react like this to men, ever, only in her dreams. Come morning she could never remember the pleasure inducing shadowy figure; only the nightmares remained—nightmares that now invaded her waking hours and had her facing a real life vampire.

"Besides, if you wanted to eat me, I dare say you would have done so by now."

The hold on her hand grew painful, and the deep growl pitched her arousal higher still. Damn that was sexy.

"You have no idea how much I do want to eat you."

The growled words should have sent her screaming, but they seemed to have the opposite effect on her wayward body. She gave in to instinct and standing on tiptoes ran her free hand through his slightly too long hair and tugged his head down. He went as still as a statue when she touched her lips to his and whispered, "Then eat me."

He let go of her fingers and cupped her face with both of his large hands. The intensity of his gaze held her spellbound, until she forgot all about where they were, what he was, and what was waiting for them outside the shuttered house. All that mattered was the insistent throbbing between her legs, the blood rushing in her ears, and the need to be claimed by this man. It's as though she'd waited all her life for this moment in time, the connection she felt to him so strong it took her breath away. The room swayed, and she would have fallen had he not chosen that moment to pick her up and set her on the kitchen table, sending the parcel and her cup of chocolate flying. Splatters of the dark liquid shot up the kitchen wall, but neither took any notice.

Drake ran his index finger over the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and his fangs ran out further. Her insides clenched in excitement, as he ran that digit lower, over her collarbone, until it skimmed the top of her breasts visible in the V of her pajama top. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples turned into little hard bullets straining against the fabric. She instinctively rocked her hips to grinds her aching pussy into the hard table top, but his hand on her thigh stopped her.

"Don't. When you splinter it will be under my hands and tongue, so I can eat your cum, and then bury my cock so deep inside you, you'll never want me to leave."

His voice held an edge of steel, and he pulled her legs apart and placed his hand on her moist core. His smile turned wicked at her instant moan, as a fresh wave of her juices turned the crotch of her flannel nightwear as damp as her panties. He inhaled sharply and stroked her through the fabric with slow, measured movements that had her squirming anew. His other hand expertly unbuttoned her top until her breasts fell free, and she gasped when he blew across the tight nipples.

"Drake, please." She didn't know what she was begging for exactly, too caught up in her body's reaction to the sensations overtaking her. Drake claimed her mouth in answer, his tongue exploring her mouth with a breathtaking tenderness that brought tears of joy to her eyes. The slight sting from his fangs added another dimension to the experience. His hand massaged one breast and then the other, before he broke the kiss, whilst his other hand kept up the maddening strokes to her pussy. She ground her clit into his hand, desperate for him to increase the pressure and to free her of the clothes she was wearing. She moaned her frustration when he released her instead. Drake used both hands to push her breasts together. She clung to his shoulders and locked her ankles behind his butt. He smiled against her skin and scraped his fangs along the sensitive skin of her neck and down towards the valley between her breasts. His tongue delved between, and his thumbs brought the already hard nubs of her nipples into aching peaks of sensation. By the time he sucked one of the sensitive bullet points into his mouth, she was once again shamelessly thrusting her hips into his groin, the resulting friction against her clit having her pant her arousal.

"Please, Drake, I need to … oh God … yes, yes."

She fell apart when he bit down, and his fangs sank into her breast. The most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced coursed through her veins, every strong suck against her nipple, shooting straight to her empty pussy. Drake's deep growl as he thrust his still covered cock against her vibrated through her, and she shuddered against him. He released her nipple with a pop and wiped the trickle of blood off his chin with another growl at whatever he saw her in her expression.

She shrieked in surprise when he whipped her pajama bottoms and panties off with lightning speed so that her bare pussy hit the cool surface of the table. He licked the trickle of blood trailing down her quivering lower tummy, and her eyes fell shut at the first contact of his tongue on her tender nether lips. 

"You're so wet for me, and you taste fucking spectacular, Suz. Come for me again."

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Hope you enjoyed this look at our tale. Now hop onto the other fantastic blogs in this hop.

Stay naughty, folks.
D xx



Saturday, 6 April 2013

Meet @AryaGrey's characters from Every Second Counts #newrelease @evernightpub


I am rather excited to have pinned down the hero and heroine of Arya Grey’s latest creation, Vintage Ink — Every Second Counts.



I wish you could see these two together. Their love is palpable, I tell you.

Q. So, Brody, Faye, thanks so much for coming to visit me today. What’s your poison?

(Faye) Bourbon, straight. Old Grandad preferably.

(Brody) Scotch Whisky, twelve years or older, on the rock—singular.

Q. Faye, you run a tattoo parlor, right? What drew you to that profession?

A. I certainly do! Art has always been my forte, and what better canvas than the human body? I love to give people a memory that lasts forever.

Q. What did you first notice about Brody?

A. Before I even met him I was fascinated. Jackson, my lady-killer best friend, let me see the sketches for Brody's tattoo. Anyone who appreciates incredible art and Norse Mythology is someone I'd like to get to know. And damn, am I glad. J But if we are talking strictly physical here, then I'd have to say his height. I like a man that towers over me; which is not always easy for a girl of my height!

Q. Brody, you have some interesting tats. Explain the meaning behind them.

A. How long you got? I'm guessing you are speaking of my most recent work. Wrapped around my back and ribs is a black and gray piece of a gutted Fenrir, the giant Norse wolf. It symbolizes strength and overcoming your fears and worries. I won't go into detail on why, before Arya smacks me. ;)

Q. Why Vintage Ink to get them done?

A. I'd heard and seen great things coming from Jackson's chair. I booked the moment I had his details. He's a talented guy, but Faye doesn't hire just anyone at Vintage.

Q. What did you first notice about Faye?

A. Those pale green eyes that told more about her than anything else. I grew lost in them.

Q. Question for the both of you. When did you know she/he was the one?

F. His no-bullshit attitude. It was the third piece to the perfect pie. There's nothing worse than a liar, and Brody wears his feelings on his sleeve for all to see. It's a trait I'm jealous of. He could care less what anyone thinks about him.

B. You're more like me than you know, baby. Your strength is what helped me, so don't doubt yourself so much. Plus, -turns to Doris- have you seen her sketches? My girl knows how to tear shit up, if you know what I mean. J

Q. Will you make an appearance in future books in this series?

A. We certainly will!

Q. Okay, some fun questions, I would like both of you answer.
Favorite sexual position?

F. Against the wall, my hair in his hands, legs spread…

B. That's my girl! It changes every time though, if we're gonna be honest here…

Q. Ideal Tat?

F. I've not got much room left but I've got an appointment scheduled with Jackson tonight, in fact! Zombified Ariel from "The Little Mermaid" on my neck. It'll be my last for a while.

B. To finish the Fenrir piece, most importantly. But after that I'd like to start on my arms. I'm thinking the Yggdrasil tree.

Q. Tell us one thing about the other person that no one else knows

F. Brody giggles in his sleep.

B. I do? Fuck, you should tell me these things before telling the whole world, babe! Faye drools in her sleep, so we apparently make for an attractive pair in bed…

Q. Vanilla or Kink?

F. Kink, duh.

B. Kink, with moments of tender. J

Q. Couch Potato or Gym freak?

F. Gym freak, when I have the time! I like to run and play tennis from time-to-time.

B. Gym freak. I'd be lost without it.

Q. Fav childhood toy?

F. Etcha Sketch. I was getting pretty good at it when it broke from overuse. Whoops! Hehe.

B. My drum kit. It was a toddlers one and my first memory is spending every living second on that thing.

Thanks so much for stopping by today. I know readers will love your story!

F. Thanks so much for having us! I hope everyone enjoys reading about us. I kinda love my life, right now J

B. The best moments in our lives are just ahead, baby. -leans in and kisses tip of Faye's nose-

*****

Blurb:
Faye "Lux" Prescott has one passion in her life, her thriving tattoo business in the heart of Phoenix, Arizona. Creating art and working with her friends for a living — who has time or need for a man in her life?
All that changes when Brody Cameron walks into "Vintage Ink". The enigmatic stranger is booked for an impressive tattoo and Faye finds herself falling head over heels in lust — or is that love?
Brody's life has been tough, however, and when he reveals his secrets, can Faye help him move forward, or is their budding relationship doomed before it has even begun?

Excerpt:
It had been twenty minutes—give or take—since Brody and his band walked off the small stage. Faye kept her eyes on the door he’d walked through to start the show for his reappearance as Jackson and Raven bickered behind her about the same girl.
"Who says she's into girls?"
"Who says she's into sanctimonious pricks?"
"Them's fightin' words, girl."
"Both of you, shut up! Neither of you will get anywhere if you stand at the bar and have a drunken slag-fest with each other. Actions are what count. Right?" Faye stared at them both. Jackson's arms were folded and tense at his stomach, and Raven shifted on her feet with her famous scowl on display. "Right?"
"Right." They both replied, at the same time. Raven turned quickly and headed towards the petite blonde. A flustered Jackson was hot on her tail soon enough.
Faye laughed quietly to herself.
"What's so funny?"
Brody's voice wrapped around Faye's senses like a coiled ribbon.
"I was just thinking how lucky my friends are that they're a couple of lovable assholes." She turned and was unexpectedly close to him. Her nose grazed his, and a steel gaze fixed on her own.
"They're lucky to have you," he said. His eyes never left her and although Faye thought she should feel uncomfortable by this, she wasn't. His mere presence put her at a strange ease, regardless of how nervous she was.
"You say that, but you don't even know me." Faye looked toward the bar as she spoke, hoping to catch the bartender's attention.
"That's something I'd like to change. I planned on getting to know you inside and out. If you'll have me, of course."
A simple gesture such as tucking her hair behind her ear had her mind in a tornado of feelings. She held onto the edge of the bar. "Are you kidding?" She looked up at him. "Do you own a mirror? I'm just curious as to why you're so interested in me, or why some gorgeous Scottsdale blonde hasn't snatched you up yet?"
"What makes you think I'm into blonde Scottsdale girls? That couldn't be farther removed from the truth if you'd tried. If you really want to know, I like a woman who can hold her own and creating beautiful art on people's skin every day is just a bonus. Would you like me to continue, because I could go on all night about your beauty alone."
"No, it's fine." Faye smiled up at Brody, who slipped his arms around her waist.
"Good. Now, how many drinks do I need to catch up to you?"

  
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Friday, 20 April 2012

Release day!!!

Lots of demented hopping is going on here today, because The Alphas, Blood Bar Chronicles, Book One releases today. My contribution is Saving Hope.

“Saving Hope” 

Noelle has only one thing on her mind — how to save her sick daughter from a mysterious illness. The night out with the girls ought to be a distraction, but it turns out to change her life forever.

Fate is not something Henri, a two thousand year old vampire, takes lightly. When he steps into the bar teeming with Supernaturals, there is only one scent he finds. Noelle was the one woman he’d never forgotten. She held a secret that could cause a war. With time finally ticking in his ear, there is only one decision he can make — he has to protect her or die trying.

*******

To say I am excited would be an understatement, but today I am in good company. You see the ladies who are in this anthology with me belong to my amazing Critique Group UCW. 

You will have heard me wax lyrically about the UCW girls on more than one occasion, and I will no doubt continue to do so for years to come. They are so much more than 'just' critique partners. They have become firm friends and my second family and I know I wouldn't have achieved half of what I have, without their support, critique, whip cracking and holding of hands that happens every day in our group.

Don't believe me? Look at this UCW Banner our resident IT Guru Cherie Nicholls made to celebrate the group's achievements over the last year.


We are adding to those covers all the time! 

Talking of Cherie Nicholls, it was one of her random ideas (she's famous for them) that is to blame for this anthology. We were all in a bit of a writing slump, and waiting on submissions and Cherie said, "I had this idea..."
We all groaned and then sat up and took notice when she explained it. Just for fun (famous last words)let's take a group of ladies round a table in a bar, we all take one lady and tell her story.

We swapped ideas, came up with a theme and off we went. Breathless Press heard about our group project, said could they have a look and the rest is history. All three books in the series have now been accepted, so look out for them in the months to come.

Pretty awesome stuff all round. I had such fun writing this story and working closely with my mates and we are very proud of the Alphas. If you like shifters, vampires, fire elementals, time travel and a bit of Egyptian history and prophesy thrown in and lots of heat, then give the Alphas a whirl. You will not be disappointed and yeah, I am biased, but as Cherie would say, Bite me!

*grins*
The Alphas are all giving away an e-copy of our new release, so you have four chances to get your little hands on one. Just leave a comment below and then hop on to Cherie Nicholls, Arya Grey, and Jorja Lovett. If their posts aren't up yet, they soon will be, so do check them out. 

*gets her whip out to get the other three to blog*

All that remains is to leave you with a little excerpt.

"Belle, as much as I would love for you to undress me, there is no need. I'm fine." His large hands on hers stilled her feverish attempts, and the mocking words finally registered over the frantic beating of her heart.
"How can you say that? You're not fine, there is too much blood. We—" His grip under her chin forced her to look up at him, freezing her protests. As she watched, the lacerations on his throat and cheek closed in front of her eyes. But that was impossible, unless…"What in the world are you?"
The man—thing, whatever he was—froze at her whispered words, and the brief glimpse of pain she caught in the indigo depths of his eyes before he looked away, spoke to her more than any words could have. The coolness of his skin seeped into her hands still resting on his shirt, and she bit her lip to stop from reacting further as all the puzzle pieces clicked into place. It all made sense now. From the minute she had spotted him all these years ago, she had been unable to resist him, and even now all her body wanted was for him to bury his cock deep inside her, and damn the consequences. Her hands moved over the muscles in his chest of their own accord, traveling up to his throat over the just-closed tear. They skimmed along the strong jaw, stopping just short of his full mouth. She watched his fangs descend with a soft click.
"What do you think I am, ma belle?" His deep voice washed over her, increasing the tingles in her core. Moisture pooled between her legs, and she couldn't quite stop her low moan of arousal. He tightened his hold on her arms for a moment before he pushed her away. "Noelle, listen to me, there is something you need to know. You're not yourself." He paused, shaking his head at her as she strained to get closer to him. "If you were, you'd be running away screaming by now, not looking at me with come-fuck-me eyes."
Instead of appalling her, the crude words sent a renewed burst of her juices into her already drenched knickers. She locked her fingers behind his neck, but he wouldn't budge, even as she tried to close the distance between them.
His voice was a low rumble in her ear. "Noelle, listen, you're under a spell. What you feel right now, it's not real."
Damn him, he talked too much. She so needed to come. Of course she was under a goddamn spell, one of his doing. She hardly recognized the needy voice coming out of her mouth, pleading with him. "I don't care, just—Please, I want you."


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