Experience The Bond - Character interview with @Authornprince @ShylaColt #newrelease @evernightpub

I'm very excited to have not one but two of my favourite authors on my blog today. I just know that any book written by these two lovelies will be fabulous.

Nikki and Shyla are here with a character interview to make your toes curl - Enjoy!

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First we want to thank Doris for having us over. Today we thought we’d do something a little different and let our characters do the talking. We’ve had so much fun spending time with them. We just knew you would too. * winks.

Rafe and Sanura sit side by side completely engrossed in one another, though their attention is on us. He can’t keep his hands off her. He’s constantly touching her hand or stroking her skin. It’s endearing, and deserved after all the duo went through.

1.“Rafe, how about we start with you today? What’s your most distinguishing feature?” He glances over at us with smoldering brown eyes and grins. The flash of white stands out against his caramel skin. A delicious blend of Native American and Latin ancestor the man exudes sexy in waves.

“If I told you that, I’d have to show you, and my lady, she wouldn’t appreciate it.” His teasing tone is lightly accented. Nikki and I clear out throats before we move on to a safer question.

2. “What’s your favorite part about being a shifter?”

"I love being able to release myself from human emotions and just be the animal that we all have lurking on the inside." Rafe placed his hand on Sanura's thigh and he squeezed gently. "It is a primal feeling and it's made even more potent that I can share it with my lover and friend."

These two are seriously releasing pheromones into the atmosphere, but it’s sweet. So we let them get away with it.

3. “If you were granted three wishes what would you wish for?”

Rafael chuckled, "Truth be told my wishes have already been answered in the form of Sanura and being co-pride leader with her. The last thing that I make sure to work on with her on the daily...", he flashes a full grin, "Is our starting our own little pride."

4. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done and why? “

His eyes turn unfocused and he looks away. “ I harmed someone when I shifted un intentionally. Though it wasn’t my fault, its my biggest regret.” Sanura flashes us a look that tells me its time to move on.


5. “What do you want from Life?”

Sanura spoke up first and gave a soft purr as Rafael picked her hand up and kissed the back of her knuckles. "In all honesty I have what I want out of my romantic life with Rafael. He is everything I've ever wanted. As for the pride I can say that Rafe and I want our people to be brought into this century and to thrive."

6.” What’s your worst vice?”

Her eyes flicker toward Rafe. We can’t say we blame her. He’s luscious and exudes a sensuality that makes you bite the inside of your cheek and press your thighs together to keep from squirming. “I don’t know if I’d call it my worse vice, but its hell on my diet. Chocolate. Anywhere anytime, drizzles, dipped, coated on something or in a solid form. I can’t get enough.” We have a feeling that’s not all she can’t get enough of.

7. “What did you learn during your journey with Rafe?”

That if it’s real, love can endure anything and two people can find their way back to one another.


8.” Last question, Sanura. Tell us, What are you plans for the future of your people?"

Sanura is still looking at Rafael after his last answer, there is smile on her full lips. "The plans for our people is to make sure that they thrive and survive in this century and beyond. I expect part of that would be...to bring our own into the pride at some point as well." Rafael gave a growl and pulled Sanura up into his lap and kissed her hungrily.



And there you have it ladies and gentleman, the sexy, intelligent, driven duo from, The Bond.




Blurb

Sanura Bast is willing to risk everything to keep her Pride of Pumas safe from Logan’s scheme to sell their land off to the highest bidder, including masquerading as his fiancée. After almost a year playing a role that disgusts her, she gets the intangible proof she’s been looking for. Desperate to end the charade, she turns to her ally, Rafael.

Banished for losing his control with a human, Rafael’s been looking for a way back to his Pride and to Sanura ever since. The woman set his blood on fire before she was old enough to accept what he wanted from her. Together they plot to stop Logan before he becomes chief, and now she has the proof they need to save her Pride. With that goal in sight, Rafael is ready to take what’s always been his and claim Sanura as his own.

If you want to learn more about these two the links are listed below.

 

Amazon

All Romance

Evernight

Bookstrand

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director.  She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/NikkiPrinceAuthor

Twitter: @Authornprince

Shyla’s Author Bio

Told once ‘You have to be an author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three. Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans. If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at www.shylacolt.com.

Where you can find her

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Blog:www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

Website: www.shylacolt.com

Spotlight on Vixen Healed by Shyla Colt #newrelease

It's always a pleasure to welcome Shyla to my blog. She's here to tell us about her latest release, Vixen healed. Having read the first one in this series, I cannot wait to make some time for this latest installment.

Shyla Colt is a sassy stay at home mom who lives in Southern California with her Marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not crafting, teaching Abc’s, or playing make believe, she writes full time, and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell she thinks sleep is overrated.

A fan of romance from the moment she picked up her first paranormal romance at thirteen, she strives to provide you with stories that bring the heat, make you fall in love with the characters, and show the power of true love. She invites you to come and get lost in her world.

Damaged, jaded, and toughened by life’s hard knocks, the last thing Detective Kelly Quinn and Claire Reading expect to find during their time in protective custody is love.

Blurb

Eight years ago Claire’s’ life was shattered when her fiancée lost his life in a robbery protecting her. She’s picked up all the pieces and moved forward when the past returns. One of the robbers has been caught and she’s needed to testify. The feisty roller derby girl agrees with no qualms, but the murders’ partner has plans to silence her for good. She turns to Detective Kelly Quinn to keep her out of harm’s way. The attraction between them gives protective custody a whole new meaning.

Kelly never forgot Claire. He promised her once he’d see the murderous savages brought to justice and he’s a man of his word. Feelings of protectiveness become passion, and the possibility of the one thing he’s sworn off, love. Can they come together to heal the hurts of the past and carve out a future filled with happiness?

Excerpt

“We all have our dark side, C. You and I, we’ve seen some of the worst life has to offer. It changes a person.” He shook his head. “There’s no shame in that. Wear your scars like a badge. You’re still here, standing even though life knocked you flat on your back. That takes a lot of strength. More than some people have.”

“You saw me at my lowest.”

“Truth is that night you saved me. I was coming off of a long stint undercover and questioning the meaning of life, asking myself why I was still in this career field. When you’re a part of that seedy underbelly for so long, you lose hope. Especially, when money greases the wheels of justice and men who should be buried beneath the jail cell and not simply placed in it walk scot-free.” His chest ached as he was taken back to that time. “Then I met a beautiful girl who’d had her life destroyed by senseless violence, and it lit a fire under me, reaffirmed my decision to help others. When I made you that promise I meant it. I never forgot for one second. I’d pull the case file occasionally. See if any new leads had come up. Then I got a match, called you in to the office and had my mind completely blown. The young girl had grown up. But she was still hurting. I wanted to take that away. I still do.” He reached out to trace the curve of her heart-shaped face.

“This is me, who I am. I want you to see me the way you’ve allowed me to see you. All bullshit aside. I’m fair if I’m anything.” She studied him with dark eyes that held mysterious still be discovered.

“I like what I see, Kelly Quinn.”

“Aaah, I was hoping you’d say that.” He moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, moaning when she took control and nipped at his bottom lip. The love bite unleashed the passion he’d been holding back. He rolled her onto her back, making quick work of the tiny pearl buttons that kept her soft yellow baby doll pajama top together. He peeled back the layer, likening it to wrapping paper keeping him from candy. The bra she wore was a sheer, pink number that made his mouth water and his cock threaten to pop out of his boxer briefs.

Her Hershey kiss nipples strained against the material.

“Beautiful.”  He leaned down and sucked a swollen nub into his mouth, exploring her curves with his hand. He slipped inside her waistband and traced the underwear.

“Mmmh, your underwear is soaked. Will your pussy be even wetter?”

“Why don’t you find out?” She stared down at him from her position, leaned back on her elbows. Her hair tumbled around her face and down her back like a raven waterfall. Her eyes had darkened to an almost black that smoldered.

He slipped a finger inside her panties and watched her lush lips part as he stroked her sodden lips.

“Well?” Her cheeky bravado made him chuckle.

“I think we can do better.” He circled her with his thumb before he eased inside her tight sheath. “Look at how tight you grip me.”  He stroked her inside, circled her walls and licked his lips when she arched and gasped.

“It’s been a while.”

“How long is a while?”

“Eight years.” The words were so low he barely made them out. He paused mid-stroke. 

“No, don’t stop.” She covered his hands and moved his fingers inside her. “I want to feel, to remember what it is to live fully. I’ve been surrounded by too much death and fear. It’s your turn to bring me back from the brink.”  I’d never seen a more erotic sight than Claire getting herself off with my hands. His balls grew heavy, and he ached to move inside her. I have to make sure she’s ready, and take care. Make the most of the special gift she’s giving me. He hooked his finger, found the g-spot inside her, and she exploded. A creamy rush of honey spurted out and ran down his fingers.

“I’m going to need to see that a few more times at least.” He brought his hands up to his lips and popped them into his mouth. Salty, sweet, and delicious.

“Lift your hips.” She complied, still dazed, and he pulled down her underwear and shorts in one go. “Spread those sexy stems of yours for me.” A bashful expression crossed her face as he spread her legs even wider. He kneeled down and admired her neatly trimmed cunt. He spread her lips, dipped his tongue inside her molten core, and hummed his appreciation. He thrust inside and sipped her, swirling his tongue around as he played, pausing to flick her clit as he enjoyed his feast. Her throaty cries and moans inflamed him until he was fucking her with his tongue. She clamped down around him. Her thighs shut around his ears as she came. He drank her down. Her body went slack, her legs flopped open, and he sat back on his knees, pulling his stiff member out of the cotton containment. He rubbed the tip, dipped into the wealth of moisture that escaped from his slit.

“Are you ready for me, Claire?”

“God, yes.”

He leaned over to the left side of the bed and pulled out a square foil. He never fooled around with the women he brought home in his bedroom. That was his space. I’ll have to change that now. She sat up.

Coming March 15^th to www.evernightpublishing.com

You can find Shyla on the web in the following places

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Website: www.shylacolt.com

Blog: www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

Book Spotlight on Shyla Colt's Vixen Claimed #Contest

I give you the fantabulous Shyla Colt today. I've read this story over the weekend and Phew It's hot. So, if you're looking for a hot little menage with a back story that tugs at the heart strings, then check this out. I'm looking forward to the rest of the series.

Shyla is offering one lucky person a chance to win a free copy. Just comment and tell her what you, the reader, like to see in a Menage.

Good Luck, folks!

D x

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Bio Shyla Colt is a sassy stay at home mom who lives in Southern California with her Marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not crafting, teaching Abc’s, or playing make believe, she writes full time, and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell she thinks sleep is overrated.

A fan of romance from the moment she picked up her first paranormal romance at thirteen, she strives to provide you with stories that bring the heat, make you fall in love with the characters, and show the power of true love. She invites you to come and get lost in her world.

A pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it's the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens.  Devlin, Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes, and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love.  In Vixen Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.

Blurb

When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.

Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.

Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex.

Excerpt

Teaser

“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”

“No I am—very attracted.”

He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.

“Wow.”

“I second that, dear.”

“I want to do it again.”

Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.

“Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.

“This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.

“Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.

“Look at how wet she is for us, Trist.”

She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.

“You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.

“Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.

“Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.

“We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”

“Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.

“Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.

“Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.

“I-I can’t,” she huffed.

 “You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.

“I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again.

“I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick?

“Shit, yes.”

“Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”

“Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”

“Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.

“You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.

“Yes.”

She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.

“You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Vixen Claimed can be purchased at the following places :

 Evernight Publishing

Amazon

 All Romance

Book strand

Want to know more about Shyla and her work ? You can find her at the following places.

www.shylacolt.com.

Twitter: @shylacolt

Email: Sassy3134@gmail.com

Be sure to keep an eye out for her upcoming release from Amira, Sorrow’s Muse

Book Trailer : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGltBdhb47s&feature=youtu.be

Previous Works

12 Days of Xanthus

No Man Left Behind

Lessons From the Professor

Cursed

What the Heart Knows

Recovery

Wicked Temptations

The Wanting

Wolf in Waiting

Don’t Fear The Reaper

"Cursed" - A guest blog with Shyla Colt

I'm rather chuffed to have the fabulous Shyla Colt back on my blog today. She is sharing a snippet from her new release, Cursed.

Take it away, Shyla :-)

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First I'd like to say thank you to Doris for having me over! It's always a good time but with a name like Tardis Scribbles how can it not be?  This is a fun take on a family  myth running around on my Father's side.  I intended to make it darker, but characters have a mind of their own and these were too hilarious not to  go along with.

Summary

It’s common knowledge the Edgeworth men are unlucky in love.  Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiles moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s up to him to persuade the women to remove the curse.  He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn Voiles for himself.  Now he just needs to make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood...

Avalyn’s spent her whole life hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to be her perfect match.  Should she take a chance on love and risk history repeating itself?

Excerpt

She came to stand in front of him with her hands linked behind her back. She titled her head to the side and peered up at him from beneath long black lashes.

“I’ve spent the past month miserable because of a past I had nothing to do with. I’m done with that.”

He held his breath, afraid he might have misunderstood.

Her gaze met his, and her dark eyes were filled with an intense longing he knew would be mirrored in his own. His thoughts had centered on this woman day in and day out. Even now his hands itched to wind themselves in her hair as he pulled her body to rest against his own. He swallowed. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet room as he waited for her next move. Avalyn stepped closer.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” Her voice was a whisper of silk, low and sensual. It washed over him. She trailed the tips of two fingers from his clavicle to his chest, where she spread her palm over his heart. He lowered his lids to half-mast as arousal began to weave its wicked spell. “I’m done with that.” She leaned in closer; her body rubbed against his, burning him through the material of his clothing as she went on her tiptoes. Full lips brushed grazed his Adam’s apple, and he gasped when her tongue darted out to flicker over his pulse point.

“Tasty. I knew you would be.” Her breath was warm as it swirled over the wet path she’d created moments before, making it tingle. His head spun. How had he gone from aggressor to this? His cock hardened and strained against the zipper of his jeans. He was about three seconds from taking her on his desk.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”

Her husky voice made his eyebrows shoot up toward the ceiling. Had she just read his mind?

“No, I read your eyes. I want every ounce of the lust I see in those pretty green orbs, Colton. I’ve been celibate a long time. I’m ready to be filled, ridden, and wrung out to dry. Do you think you can do that?”

Was she serious?

“Don’t worry, this isn’t a trap. You’ll find I say what I mean.”

A trail of goose bumps broke out over his body as she rocked her hips into his and nipped at his bottom lip. He groaned. Shouldn’t they talk? She issued another sharp bite. The soothing feel of her slippery tongue knocked all rational thought from his mind.

Fuck it.

He bent over to grab her thighs, and she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Her nails scrapped across his scalp, and he grunted when she gave a light tug on his hair. “Damn, your hair is softer than I imagined it would be. It’s like red satin.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” he asked.

She laughed, a raspy sound that made his stomach quiver. “Oh, I’m an equal opportunity kind of girl.”

“God, you’re sexy.”

“Mhmm, the feeling is mutual.”

She nipped at his neck, and her nails dug into his shoulders. He hissed. The pleasurable pain made the tip of his dick harden further and leak. Damn, she’d made him wet!

“Are you trying to mark me, woman?”

“I like everyone to know when something’s mine.” She rotated her hips and purred low in her throat.

“Is that what I am?”

“Oh, yes, I think that’s what you’ve from the moment we first met.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the rotation of her hips strangled his words in a choke hold.

“Don’t worry, Coly, the possession works both ways.”

The whispered words made something inside him snap. The need to claim what was his goaded him into action. He spun them around, bent over, and swiped the desk with his right arm. Paperwork, pens, and folders flew through the air, landing helter-skelter around the room. He placed Avalyn’s body onto the desk with a soft thud. A mewl left her lips, and she arched her back. It was obvious she enjoyed the roughness. Her eyes opened. A sinful spark smoldered in her fathomless eyes.

“Don’t worry, I won’t break.”

He placed his forearms on either side of her head and leaned down to taste her lips. She was like a shot of espresso, sweet and exhilarating. He tilted his head to deepen their lip-lock. Their tongues wrestled for dominance. The back and forth power play had him more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never imagined things could be this way. They came apart to suck down air, and she pushed against his chest.

“Naked, now.”

Her commanding tone made him growl. The rumble echoed in his chest. He stood and began to unbutton his flannel shirt as she shed her tank top. He pulled the flannel off and ripped the white T-shirt underneath it. Her breasts were firm and high with large, milk chocolate-colored nipples that called him in like a homing beacon. Unable to resist their siren’s call, he walked over to the desk, pulled her to the edge, and feasted. He sucked a hard pebble into his mouth and massaged the other. She arched her back like a cat, and he knew he’d hit an erroneous zone. She roamed his body with her, scorching his skin as she explored

Sharp nails sunk into his flesh, and he bit down on her nipple. She released a squeal that made his chest swell with pride. He wanted to please this woman more than he’d ever wanted to do anything else. He pulled back a few minutes later, eager to taste more of her skin. She was a fire in his blood, in his very veins. He could only extinguish the flames by having every part of her. He kissed his way down her firm stomach and paused at the button of her jeans.

“Oh, don’t stop now. It’s just getting good.”

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This sounds a great read, Shyla. Thanks for sharing!!

Find Shyla on the web here:

Website:www.shylacolt.com

Twitter:@Shylacolt

Blog:www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

Interview and GIVEAWAY with Shyla Colt - Lessons from the Professor

I am delighted to have the very talented Shyla Colt on my blog today with her new release Lessons From The Professor

Great to have you here, Shyla J

Make yourself comfy.  Ready for my nosy questions?

:Pours a glass of Dr. Pepper and props up her feet: “I’m ready”

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

I’m a thirty something stay at mom, editor, writer and all around super woman.. lol seriously my name really did come from super girl in the Super man comic world. I like to read, write, listen to music and travel. My hubby is a marine so along with motherhood and my career, dull moments are few and far between.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

Alan Rickman. I’m a huge fan and one day this story sparked for me and refused to go away until it was written.

Hmm love it. There is something so very sexy about that man, isn't there!

Q. Tell us about your cover.

Oooh I love it. It’s exactly what I imagined. My hero, Sidney Rothman is a  Human Behaviors Professor with a pension for BDSM.

Love the sound of this. I must say I would buy it from the cover alone. It's fabulous.

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A typical writing day for me can be very productive or not so productive, depending on my lil, lol. ( I stay at home with a two year old). The way I write is usally broken down into “Scenes” Each one has a “Scene card” I’ve written up so I know where I’m headed. I aim for at least one  Scene a day which places me about 2k , give or take unless I’m really flowing. 

I usually write in spurts. One  or two hours here, then a break, another hour than a break.  It allows me to move forward, but give my kiddo adequate intention.  It’s all about balance in our house. This is the mantra I tell myself when its hectic as all get out, and I’m wondering how I’m going to get anything done lol.

Once the little one goes to bed I like to put in a few more hours of writing or sketching out what I want to do the next day.

I hear you, writing with little ones underfoot is always challenging

Q. What inspires you?

So many thing bring me inspiration. From music, to movies, or real life events I hear about. At times even my own life can bring inspiration.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

I would still be a stay at home , editing,  and working in the  publishing industry.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

All the time! The contemporary romance I  am currently writing just turned into a paranormal because one of my characters refused to behave.  Sometimes  I feel more like a narrator than a writer.

Lol, I so know that feeling!

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

I would say an outline. Even if it’s vague I need to know where I’m headed. That could be a sentence, a paragraph or in some cases a concept in my head.

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

Never stop writing. Learn as much as you can, gather betas you trust around you, and take the final leap to submit even though you’re terrified.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

Wow given my mobile lifestyle it’s hard to say. Hopefully writing full time, marveling at the things my pre-teens are accomplishing, and loving my husband.

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

Hmm, not really.

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Oh boy, yes. That’s usually a sign that I’ve been burning the candle from both ends of the wick and I need to have a rest. I stop to watch my fav shows, movies, get out of the house and not think about writing. It’s so easy to get caught up in telling my tales I forget how much it takes out of me.

*nods in agreement*

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

My book Lessons from the Professor will be releasing on June 4^th.

That's today, folks. Aren't we lucky! 

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

I’d be happy to.

   She felt heat fill her cheeks as she peered up at him and nodded. The thought of his decadent voice

 directing  her actions  made her panties wet. She’d practically taken to carrying an extra set of

underwear around in her purse when they were together. There was something about him that kept

her  in a constant state of arousal.  She had never been able to put her finger on the reason before,

but now she might have an idea.  She’d always liked a man who made her feel safe and well cared

for. Where she’ d grown up that was what made a man a man. Sure some girls didn’t like the old

fashioned and at times domineering type, but she’d chalked up to city girl versus country. She took a

hasty swallow of her wine before she met his gaze and responded.

“Yes Sidney, I believe I would.  I’d like more … details about what you’d like to try sexually. I- I don’t

have much experience in that department.”

“Have there been … casual partners?” he asked.  He studied her intently as he leaned forward to

caress her jaw with his knuckles.

“No.”

“Good. I’m not sure where things will go between us Sutton, but I can tell you it won’t be casual, and

there will be no one else while I’m with you.”

“Does the same apply for you?”

“Yes. You’ll find I’m a very fair Dom.”  His caresses continued, and trailed down to her throat.

   Breath  hitched in her throat. She pressed her thighs together as her center throbbed painfully.

He’d never taken things any further than kisses, and it’d left her achy and tense.  Pleasuring herself

had become a daily necessity accompanied by an almost violent release with his name on her lips. 

“I- I should tell you something Sid.”

“Yes?”

“There haven’t been any partners.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes, is that a problem?”

“No, we’ll take things slow. There’s plenty  we can do in the meantime. Would you like a

demonstration?”

“God, yes,” she moaned. 

 He gave a low chuckle that made her juices flow like lava. She’d never thought of

herself as brazen, but right now she was fighting down the urge to spread her legs wide and offer up

a buffet of one. No one man should possess this much swagger without trying.

“You’ve been such a good girl pet. So patient while you settled for kisses and a light caresses.” 

Sidney leaned in to kiss the pulse point in her neck, and she dropped her head back onto the couch

to allow him full access. Sutton purred as he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. 

“I bet if I slipped my hand underneath your skirt right now you’d be soaking wet wouldn’t you?”

“Ye- yes.”

“Did you touch that tight little pussy of yours while you thought about me?”

“Oh god.”

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what pet. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I touched myself and thought about you.”

“Show me.”

“W-what?”

“Show me how you frig yourself while you think about me.”

“I- I don’t know if I can.”

“You can do it love.” He coaxed. “I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours on display.”

Sutton swallowed as she complied. Her hands shook as she lifted her hips up and pushed her black

pencil skirt up around her waist.

“I’ll take care of these,” he said.  He hooked his thumbs into her thong and pulled them down her

Legs and over her heels.

She felt exposed and exhilarated as she opened her thighs and he leaned back to study her. 

“Wider, love.”

 Sutton trembled as she spread her legs shoulder length apart and he growled his approval.

“It’s just you and me here, nothing we do together is wrong.”  

She bit her bottom lip, feeling nervous as she allowed her hands to creep down to her slick folds.

“That’s a good girl.”

There was something satisfying about the gleam of approval in his dark eyes as he watched her finger dip inside to get a sample of her honey. She brought the liquid back to circle around her swollen nub. She felt like a hare in the path of a cobra as she continued to drive herself higher and higher, unable to look away from his eyes.

“ Put your fingers inside that tight cunt.” Her breath came in pants as she moved her fingers inside her slick channel.

“That’s it. You wish it was my thick cock don’t you.”

“Ooh!”

“Answer me.”

“YES!”

“You’re obeying nicely pet, for that you deserve a reward.”

 “A reward?” she rasped.

“Yes.  This time, I’ll let you come.” She bit down on her lip as her fingers pounded into her weeping

pussy double time. Her hips rose up to add extra friction and within seconds she was coming harder

then she ever had in her life, screaming his name.  A feeling of shame and embarrassment washed

over her as the haze of arousal faded. How could she do that in front of him?

“I’d like nothing more than to bury myself between your thighs and taste you right now, but it’s not

time for that yet.  This was about giving you a sample of what it would mean to be with me.”  He

words were even, and gentle as he leaned forward to ease her skirt back down her body to rest just

at her knees. 

He smoothed out non-existent wrinkles before he moved to sit beside her, gathering her close to his

side as he stroked her hair.

 “Did you enjoy yourself pet?”

“Yes, but what about you?”

“Your pleasure is my own.”

“But you didn’t –.” she trailed off.

“Come ? No. I want you to be sure about your decision when we take that next step, because once I

taste you and make you mine, there’ll be no turning back.”

 *fans self furiously*

I so need to read this! Thanks so much for sharing with us today, Shyla.

Thanks to Doris for having me over for a chat, and you the reader for taking the time to ramblings and commenting to enter the giveaway.

http://www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

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Guest Interview - Shyla Colt

Today I would like to welcome the lovely Shyla Colt to my blog with her new book The Wanting

So, glad you could join us, Shyla :-)

Hi Doris, thanks for letting me visit with you today!

You're very welcome.

Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

I’m a 30 year old mother of one with an overactive imagination and a marine husband. Music and the written words have been my two major passions my entire life. So when I turned thirty I knew it was time to take the plunge and give publishing my best shot.

:D

What made you write ‘this’ story?

For the longest time I’ve been obsessed with all things alien.. There’s just something about life from another planet that intrigues me. What would they look like? Would they have powers?  All of those unanswered questions are like a treasure trove of potential. I even spent my 25^th birthday in Roswell, New Mexico, and it was there in their library I came up with the concept of a family of royal aliens who are forced to leave their home among the stars when their sun begins to die.  The Wanting is the first story in that series I’ve entitled  The D’Shar Men.

Describe a typical day’s writing for us

Well I’m a stay at home mom to a 18 month old so it really varies. I write during her naps, and when she’s entertaining herself. But the bulk of my writing is done after everyone including the hubby is down for the night. I usually aim for a chapter a day but if I’m having a rough patch with writing it might be something as simple as at least a scene.

What inspires you?

A little bit of everything. Music is a huge inspiration, but so are movies, films, newspaper articles, etc. The strangest inspiration I’ve ever had was an old fashioned auto shop I spotted while on a walk with my daughter.

If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

Can I say no telling? Lol. One thing I’ve learned is life has a way of happening on its own terms.  I would still be a stay at home Mom, but after my kiddo started school… I’m not sure what would be next for me.

Do your characters ever surprise you?

All the time! I’m notorious for saying,  I had no idea that was going to happen, or my characters took over my writing last night.  For me, characters are almost like living beings. They have their own personality, and agendas, and if you aren’t true to that they’ll gum up the works when you try to write.

What could not do without when you’re writing?

I’d have to say music hands down.

What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there with your work.  The only thing a publisher can do is say no, and if they do, they often tell you why they won’t’ accept it. Which helps you hone your craft, and your story to re submit.

Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

Wow. Hopefully with 2 more kids added to my brood, and a successful writing career in full swing.

Do you have a favourite quote?

Oh I have many, but right now  “ If you’re driving through hell keep going.”  I’m currently working on the sequel to my first book ,Don’t Fear the Reaper. So heaven and hell are on my mind on a daily basis.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Oh yes! It’s the bane of every writer’s existence when it rears its ugly head.  It’s usually a sign to me I need to enjoy another hobby or stop trying to force my characters in a direction they don’t want to go.

What other books can your readers look forward to?

If they haven’t read Don’t Fear the Reaper there’s that. I also have a book from Breathless Press due in December called Wolf in Waiting.

And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

I’d love too!

Excerpt

“I don’t know what kind of alien sleight of hand you worked on me, but it needs to end.”

“D’Shar men mate for life. I told you this,” he said.

His demeanor softened by her shaken voice.

“I can’t eat or sleep, and when I do my dreams are filled with you,” Zasha said.

The darkness settled over them and wrapped them in its embrace like a blanket. The false intimacy it created along with their position between the trees concealed them from prying eyes. That knowledge made him bold.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said. His large hand slid up to free her hair from its constraint.

The heavy weight wrapped around his fingers. The contact between them served as a balm to the frayed nerves worn with each day that passed. Before they were civilized, his people’s behavior was deplorable. Public mating rituals were performed in front of the pack to prove their claim to all, and a fight to the death over the woman of their choice was considered normal. Much of the behavior had been bred out, and what was left was usually controllable. Her reluctance to admit their bond pushed him to the brink of his limitations. He’d never felt as alien as he did this past week.

“Relief, I need relief.”  Zasha’s voice had gone husky with need. Her slim fingers wound in his hair as her body trembled.

“Okay,” he said.

Phelan bent to take her lips with his own. The sweet flavor of peaches danced along his tongue as her nails scrapped his scalp. Her full lips were pillow soft against the gentle nips she administered turned aggressive as they moved from his mouth to his neck and back again. Tiny white teeth marked their territory, and he loved every moment. Zasha’s urgency was a delicious torture that overrode rational thought as he lowered her body down to the soft blanket below. Under the concealment of night they were nothing more than two lovers ensnared by the romance found in the classical chords.

“God, Phelan, I’ve missed this.  I’m so cold when you’re not around.”

“Then let me warm you,” he whispered into her ear.

His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear before he indulged in the column of her neck. Zasha’s content sighs and the feel of her nails on his back beneath his shirt spurred him on. His hips ground into hers, the hardness between them unmistakable.

“Phelan,” she moaned. Her long legs spread as wide as she could manage in the pencil skirt fit of her dress.

“Shh, you have to be quiet.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upward at her hushed protest when he rolled off her and propped himself up onto an elbow. His lips dipped to cover hers once more as he eased up her skirt. His hand skimmed beneath the crisp cotton of her dress, and ran along the damp cloth barrier. Her cream had soaked through her panties and rolled down her thighs.

“I love how wet you get for me, Zash.”

“Phe.” The sound of his name shortened on her lips made his cock twitch. The unconscious familiarization made him growl. A flick of his wrist popped the elastic band off the cloth that barred his entrance. Thick digits drove inside her flooded tunnel. Her slick walls tight around his fingers as she rocked her hips.

“That’s right, Zash, take me inside you.”

The fluttery response from her vagina made him smirk. She liked it when he told her what to do. When he took the control from her and pushed her boundaries. He added another finger and titled his thrust to hit the sweet spot inside her.

“Come all over my fingers, baby.”

He took her cries into his mouth as she convulsed, her pussy a vise grip around him as her cream overflowed. Phelan removed his hands and smoothed her skirt back down before he sucked his fingers into his mouth. The salty sweet flavor a tangy taste he relished as she slowly came back to Earth.

“Is that better, Zash?” he asked, voice strained as he adjusted his painful hard-on.

“Yes.”

Zasha voice had gone soft, and he could feel her mental retreat. He hooked an arm around her waist and eased her to set beside him as he tucked her beneath his shoulder. Damned if he’d let her run again so soon.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Giving you more relief.”

“Phelan—”

“No.”

“No?”

“Call me what you did before.”

“Phe?”

“Yes.” He breathed. “Why do you fight this, Zasha?”

“Because it’s too much too fast! I don’t know you, and I sure as hell don’t trust some alien biology I’ve never heard about before.”

“It’s not exactly a fact we bring up to people in polite conversation.”

“The point is you’ve had your whole life to wrap your mind around this. I’ve had seven days.”

“That should be long enough for you to realize this isn’t going to go away,” he said.

The silence that fell between them all the answer he needed.

“What do you want from me, Zasha? The Wanting will become painful if we continue to ignore it. You don’t want to come together in a blinded lust. It’s too dangerous for you.”

Loving that excerpt Shyla! Can't wait for the book :-)

Thanks again for having me over to visit Doris!

It was a pleasure :-)

If you’ve enjoyed the excerpt  The Wanting can be purchased at Evernight Publishing  on Sept. 30^th. Also keep in mind all Ever Night books will be on sale on Oct. 1^st.

www.evernightpublishing.com

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