Release day and GIVEAWAY with Raven McAllan

The delightful Raven and me have swapped blogs today, cause as luck would have it, it's release day for both of us!

*joins hands with Raven and dances like a loon*

So the formidable Stella Giovanni is visiting Raven's blog here.

And we are very lucky to have Raven's latest hero Sael with us. Who knew devils could be so sexy? Take it away, Sael.

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Now why would you want to know more about your devils? Were you never told about them when you were a babe in arms? Never learned just how important they were?

Ahh humans are terrible. Because without us… Well, not to put a finer point on it, you would be screwed. And not in a good way. Not in a get stuck in and fuck me way. Oh no not like that. In a mad, bad, and sucky shit sort of way.

 You all need to find your devil within. (Or, oh dear, your inner devil)

My name is Sael and I belong to Livvy. But I could belong to each and every one of you, if you chose to comment. Livvy says okay, she will share. Temporarily. (and well, she is hard, shit scary and soft and well, okay I love her to bits.)

She told me to warm you. Say to tell you to find who is inside you. See if you want to release them or squash them good and proper.

But whichever, beware. Beware and be ready. Because whoever or whatever they will be waiting!

And now she's told me to show you just what she means… Ahhh I love my Livvy….

For the last year she'd woken up at least once a night like this, wet, clit thrumming, demanding attention and making her reach for her purple friend.

The damn vibrator was overworked, she thought gloomily, as she switched it on and began to play. All she wanted was to know was why she woke night after night in this state, sweating, grasping for something, almost with the knowledge of... of what?

It took mere seconds for her to come, sobbing and throbbing she thought as she wiped her tears. This seems to be my state at the moment. Why can't I remember?

She looked down at her chest and stomach. Even more freckles—well that's what she called them—had appeared. Every time. Every time she had the dream, she'd look and see.

I'll soon have the map of Australia on me in freckles, she thought as she got out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower and wash Freddie as she called her purple friend.

'Not Australia Livvy. Saffaul, my home. I'm waiting.'

Shit now I'm having conversations with my mind. In a different voice. Livvy, you need a holiday. Or sex. Wide-awake and participating sex. With a hot bod, not a hot rod!

'Hey Liv, I'm both. Are you ready for this yet? I've been waiting for you.'

She really was going to have to stop eating cheese before she went to bed. Maybe start drinking cocoa instead! The thought made her feel sick.

'Hell no. You feel like that because it's me you want to eat and drink. Eat my cock, drink my cum, milk me and make me shout. You do that every time my love. You just need to believe it. Then we can be together in our reality. You know you want me;

your body shows me. In the recess of your soul, you think of me. Look, see my marks and believe Livvy. You need to believe. Or pay the price.'

"Oh shit. Stop this. Get out of my head. Argh stop this, right now. Hell now I'm talking out loud to myself." Screwy. Seriously screwed. What next? Asking where Saffaul is? Or who owns that deep, dark and demonic voice I'm answering? Fuck. Grow up Liv. Get up, get out, and get a life.

Poor Livvy, and that was just the beginning. I pushed her, shoved her and by god made her face up to everything.

 It wasn't just her life…It was mine!

So what do you think?

 Livvy and Raven have decided one lucky commenter will find out just what happens if they comment…

Six Sentence Sunday

Tomorrow sees the release of Too Cold To Love (book two of the Giovanni), so here are six sentences from this story.


Marco has taken Elise to a Giovanni family gathering where he announced their engagement. An engagement Elise has been blackmailed into...

Why are you crying?"

Elise drew a shuddering breath and shook her head.

"It's nothing, Marco. It's not as though you care anyway, so kiss me already and get this over with."

Something hot and dangerous flashed in Marco's eyes, and he muttered, "I have no intention of just getting it over with, pasticcino, ever. In fact now would probably be a good time to tell you that I have every intention of taking you very slowly and any which way I can, just as soon as we are married."


He is a man of his word, our Marco ;-)


Till next week, folks.


Don't forget to check out the other participating authors here. 

Is it hunting season?

Forgive the ignorant townie question, but is it?

We walked on the school run today, having used the car all week, because it's been torrential downpour - wonder whether we should build an ark - week here. And yes, okay, I was lazy ;-)

But hubby has the car on Fridays, so no choice but to walk. The four year old has no nursery today, hence we're walking back from dropping the girls off at a snails pace, chattering away as you do.

Despite the drizzle it was quite enjoyable, seeing the world through his eyes, as he points out the worm on the floor, the water in the stream, the blossoms on the tree etc. All quite nice until we leave the park, having negotiated the huge puddle in the alleyway for the second time today. 

"Do you think sharks live in there, Mummy?"

*smiles*

Fortunately what follows next said four year old missed, as he was looking the other way, but...

Waiting to cross the road I noticed a raven had just caught a pigeon, claws in its wings, he's hacking away at the poor thing's neck. I'm no fan of pigeons, but the pigeon was still alive at that point. We cross the road and the raven picks the now dead pigeon up and flies over to the other side, drops it and attacks it again. Made me feel quite queasy, I tell you. Thankfully my four year old is still oblivious. Phew!

He's very sensitive and I wouldn't have fancied having to explain that one. However, we turn the corner and what happens. Another blooming Raven is in full attack mode chasing after another pigeon.

Really? Twice in minutes? Fascinating aerial display aside, am I missing something? Hence my question.

*ducks head and checks skies warily for any more ravens*

We do get a lot of ravens around these parts, as well as sea gulls (why would you get sea gulls in the middle of town- that's another question I always ponder to myself) and we quite regularly encounter urban foxes, but I'm not usually reminded of nature's pecking order that forcefully.

Anyways, onto a happier kinds of hunting. If you like your bargains then you'll be pleased to hear that my sexy fire fighter Alex from Too Hot To Handle (Book One of The Giovanni) is still only 99c on Amazon.com and just 77p on Amazon.co.uk

Quite a bargain for a 60K book :-)

It won't be that price for much longer, so do grab your copy. Alex's cousin Marco is coming on Monday!

Blurb

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

Click on the cover to read an excerpt

You sort of meet Marco in Too Hot To Handle, he's the father of the newest addition to the Giovanni Clan at the time, newborn Mimi. 

Too Cold To Love is set about eighteen months later, and as well as Marco's story you get a sneak view at Alex and Kitty, Stella, Francesca and the next cousin, Giorgio. A bit of a bad boy, whose story will be told in book three...

So, if you haven't caught up with the Giovanni yet, now is your chance :-) Each story stands on its own, of course, but they're best read in sequence.

And whilst we're talking reading material for the weekend, I'm on a bit of Mini Blog Tour for Riding Her Tiger, which released on Tuesday.

Today I'm with the hugely talented Adonis Devereux and I'm giving away a copy of this novella to one lucky commenter.

So, just in case it is indeed hunting season, go bargain hunt ;-)

Have a great weekend everyone!

Book Spot Light - Allison Grey with GIVEAWAY

In the Book Spot Light today Allison Grey with her new release Half-ling, a must read if you like your vampire stories!

Allison has kindly agreed to run a Giveaway, so make sure you leave a comment to be in with a chance to win :-)

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BLURB

Newly wed half-vampires Reney and Ahulani have just had their first child, and they couldn’t be happier…if they didn’t live in constant fear of the vampires Jane and Marian. The cousin of the vampire Richard, Marian is a notoriously sadistic intellectual who will stop at nothing to please his lovers. When the half-lings find out Jane will only be satisfied with the murder of their daughter, they must travel to the homeland of the vampires to try and make the first move in a horrifying race to save their daughter.

Only a head vampire stands a chance in a fight with Marian Popescu, and Reney can think of only one with any incentive to assist…. He wants his throne back. Reney wants her life back. But will their worst enemy really team up with them without turning on the half-lings himself?

EXCERPT

He kissed her, and they embraced for a moment before Reney became aroused as her body caressed her lover’s. The pregnancy hadn’t taken much of a toll on Reney’s figure, and the weight had wilted off her tall frame in a matter of a few weeks. Even if it had not, Reney wouldn’t have minded. ‘Olina was everything she had ever dreamed of. The moment her baby was born, an intense and instantaneous love struck. It overtook her so much she found herself in tears at moments. With Ahulani beside her, it was somehow easy to forget all the horrors they

had seen since they had met last year. Richard was the hardest to try and stop thinking about. He was the vampire who had lured Reney to the Hawaii in order to drink the blood of a half-vampire, and Reney hadn’t even known what she was yet. She was a half-ling, a half-vampire, and the blood of her kind was like ambrosia to the full vampires. They had faced him again in Romania. It was there that Reney’s former best friend, Jane, had killed him. The two women had worked together in New York as interns at So Glam magazine. Their cubicles had been side by side, and a close friendship had formed between them. But their entire friendship had been no more than a ruse, a plot to lure Reney into Richard’s hands. Jane was also a half-ling, but had known her entire life. She had been obsessed with Richard. Infatuated to the point of madness. She had killed Richard when she found out about….

Reney shook away the thought. It was all in the past now. A mistake. Jane, now a full vampire after drinking Richard’s blood, hadn’t made contact with them thus far. But Reney had feared retribution from Jane, who became furious when she found out Richard had seduced Reney. This had all taken place while she was with Ahulani, further galling Jane and mortifying Reney to the point of denial. After she had slept with him, Richard revealed to her that a special half-ling like Reney would be unable to resist the charms of a full vampire. He had used it to his advantage, to try to mate with Reney and produce an heir for himself.

It was better that he had died. Reney had been terrified of an attack from Jane while she was pregnant with ‘Olina. The pregnancy had passed peacefully though, if one did not count morning sickness. Reney suspected now that Jane had regretted killing Richard shortly after the fatal staking. Hopefully she had gone too mad with grief to even seek revenge. Jane had never been one for biding her time. Reney took solace that Ahulani’s family, all powerful half-lings, surrounded her. She may be able to raise their daughter in a rather normal, safe environment. At least, she hoped so.

But for now, they had a rare moment together. The first few months of ‘Olina’s life had been constant waking and feedings, and she treasured her private time with Ahulani in a whole new way.  She breathed in Ahulani’s scent. That sweet cinnamon fragrance he seemed to exude from his very pores. Reney kissed her husband, the man who had put a ring on her finger immediately after discovering the pregnancy. It had all been so fast, but Reney was fine with that. She knew in her heart she was meant to be with Ahulani for eternity.

    “Kiss me, you fool,” Reney said, and rolled away from him. 
    He grabbed her by the shoulders and she giggled as he flipped her over.
    “Yes, Ma’am,” he smiled.

He pressed his mouth to hers, engulfing Reney in his charming aroma, coveting her. She sighed. Within a few moments, her satin nightgown lay on the floor next to Ahulani’s clothing. Reney moaned, enjoying every touch as his warm hands explored her breasts. He handled her body as if she were a new and fascinating lover every time he was with her.

    It was faster than either of them would have liked. Ahulani writhed his warm, soft hips into her own, shaking her insides faster and faster until he ground her pussy into a shuddering orgasm. She bit her lip in an attempt to not wake the baby Her efforts were foiled by a knock on their door. In the middle of the night, it would most certainly be unwelcome news.
    Ahulani jumped under the covers while Reney struggled to get her nightdress on. She tried her best to pull her hair back into something suitable for company, a smooth style that wouldn’t give away their activities. ‘Olina had awoken, and Reney picked up the squealing infant. She pressed her daughter close to her heart. More than anything, motherhood had come
naturally to the half-vampire. The birth of ‘Olina had sealed her bond with Ahulani to the core, bringing new life to their love.
    She was surprised to find Ahulani’s father at the door.
    “Akua,” she said. “What brings you here at this hour?”
    Akua, who was usually in bed by nine, rarely came by the apartment. He favored meeting in the common area downstairs, as his limbs were stiffening and he found it hard to make it upstairs. He did not partake much in the drinking of animal’s blood with the rest of the family. Akua wished to die at a typical human age, rather than live out the two hundred plus years he might acquire as a half-ling. Reney moved ‘Olina to her other hip in nervousness. If Akua had come up to the apartment, he must have important news for them.

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/half-ling-bloody-promises-by-allison-grey/

http://www.amazon.com/Half-ling-Bloody-Promises-Half-lings-ebook/dp/B007YV36CW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1335853073&sr=8-1

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-halflingbloodypromises-786803-139.html

http://www.bookstrand.com/half-ling-bloody-promises

Find Allison on the web here:

http://allygrey.blogspot.com/

Release Day!

It's Release day for Riding Her Tiger today, my paranormal BDSM novella.

*squee*

Blurb:

Can one night change your life forever? 

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

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I love release day, the excitement, the chance to connect with readers, the clogging up of virtual Air miles as I do my mad hopping all around the internet for days on end, the sipping of champagne...errrr, yees...

I do love all those things, but, today it is more like matchstick.com than bouncing. Now, some of that is self inflicted. Hubby, teen son, budda, and I went to see the Avengers last night, and didn't come back from the cinema until gone one in the morning. Cue one wide awake budda once we got home. He loved the film btw, well the bits he saw, when he wasn't sleeping, or buried in my cleavage :-)

If you haven't seen it yet, then go and see it! I thoroughly enjoyed it, plenty of action, plenty of eye candy, and some laugh out moments. Really, the whole cinema erupting into hysterics, kind of moments. We were caught in a torrential downpour on the way home, and as a result budda's cold is much worse this morning. Well, it  may or not may be the result of that hysterical, and very long dash to the car, that resulted in budda and I waiting it out in a bus shelter, and hubby sprinting off to collect the car.

Anyways, why am I rambling on about all this, you may ask?

Ah, well, there is reason to my madness, I think, anyway... You see Riding her Tiger was born on a day much like this. I had been up all night with a teething baby, had the coffee set on intravenous drip (if only), and then I learnt about an Anthology call from Evernight Publishing.


Keyboards and Kink, three little words that made my very strange muse go 'Kaboom'. The original idea was for a contemporary short BDSM story for this antho, and despite being really tired, I sat down to just pen the opening. Before I knew it I had the first chapter and my short developed into much more, when my hero announced that he was in fact a tiger shifter. Having long since learned to listen to my characters, the original plan went out of the window and Riding Her Tiger is the result.

*grins*

Be warned, this story is hot!

In celebration of Release Day I am giving one lucky commenter a chance to win a copy of my naughty tigers. There will be several more chances to nab a copy in the days to come, as I'm having a mini  blog tour, so if you don't already, like me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter to see where I am hopping around that day.

Today Grisha, one of my tigers, is hanging about on Raven McAllan's blog. Do pop by and see what he has to say, if you dare. He's in a rather mischievous mood it seems.

I leave you with an Excerpt.

"Lean back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.

Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit! He hadn't given her permission to come. 

"Ah, sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.

As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.

"Indeed we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.

"Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart." He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes.  He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.

Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in front of her.

"Focus, sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.

"She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.

She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.

"How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."

Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.

"Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.

"Good girl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. "Now count."

The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.

"Count, Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.

"O…one." She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. "Two." Slap. "Three…"

Grisha's hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened. Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing, clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.

With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."

"Good girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink's arms.

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/riding-her-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007Z9DDH6/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk

http://www.amazon.com/Riding-Her-Tiger-Club-ebook/dp/B007Z9DDH6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1335868786&sr=8-2

Don't forget to leave a comment, and pass the coffee, please ;-)

Guest Blog and GIVEAWAY by Danica Avet

I have the lovely Daniva Avet on my blog today and she is talking about kick-ass heroines. Now, personally I love a sassy heroine. Those Alpha heroes need to be brought down a peg or too, and who better than the woman they're destined to be with. Can't make life too easy for these males ;-)

Read on what Danica has to say on it all and make sure to tell her who your favourite kick-ass heroine is. Danica is giving away a copy of her new release to one lucky commenter.


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Thanks for having me today, Doris!

I have a weakness for strong heroines. I have to say I’m thrilled that the heroines of old (the ones who were too helpless to save themselves) have evolved into kick-ass women who can not only save themselves, but others as well. They don’t even have to start off as warriors. Sometimes the evolution of an average heroine into a strong, kick-ass woman is even better than one who starts off that way.

Some of my favorite kick-ass heroines are Kat from The Night Huntress series, Xhex from The Black Dagger Brotherhood series, and Holly from the Immortals After Dark series. Kat starts off as a fighter, but becomes a better one with help from Bones. Xhex has only known fighting and survival and she doesn’t stop once she’s fallen in love. Holly is clueless about her potential until she hooks up with Cade. Each has something special about them that makes them irresistible heroines to me.

Roxana Love of my newest release, Immortal Love, has had to become a strong woman because of past betrayals and love for her younger brother. Meeting Mason Landry starts the change in her from harsh and crude to reveal the more compassionate woman hiding beneath the rough exterior. It’s why I loved writing this story and hope my readers will enjoy reading it.

Do you like kick-ass heroines? Who’s your favorite heroine of all time? I’m giving away a digital copy of Immortal Love to a lucky commenter.

Blurb:

Enforcer Roxana Love works for Olympus, Inc., the corporate face of the Greek pantheon, and knows better than to trust anyone in administration. Assigned to find and protect the newest member of Olympus, Inc., she figures it’ll be a grab and go job, until she discovers her assignment is the same man she slept with the night before. Keeping things professional will be near impossible when she can’t decide if she wants to kill or kiss him.
One night with Roxana isn’t enough for Mason Landry, despite how crazy she seems. However, he isn’t given much choice when he’s thrown through his window, attacked by mythical beings, and told he’s part-immortal. Roxana’s explanation is too fantastical to believe, but if it keeps him by her side, he’ll go along for the ride. Meeting gods and dodging monsters from lore is nothing compared to the fight he’ll have winning Roxana’s heart.

Excerpt:
She woke up in a puddle of drool. Roxana made a face. Her mouth tasted like a cat had taken a shit in it in the middle of the night. Ugh. Morning breath. She needed a toothbrush and a gallon of mouthwash. Now.
She rolled away from her drool, throwing her arm out. It landed on something solid and warm. She froze. What. The. Hell. She tried to remember what happened the night before. Yeah, it didn’t take long for the memories to come roaring back. Sex. Lots of sex. With a human! A human who had managed to keep up with her, twist her inside out, and made her come so many times, she felt like they set a world record.
A groan hovered. No, no regrets. She’d needed last night to work her frustrations at Zeus out of her system. And it had so worked. She felt more relaxed than she had in years.
She cracked open one eye and peered around the room. She was in his apartment. Thank gods it wasn’t hers. He was simply too good at making her come to injure by kicking him out of her bed.
Dried spit on the side of her face reminded her she’d been drooling. Drooling! Ugh. She pushed herself up and looked over at Mason. He was flat on his stomach, half of his body hanging off the bed. She looked at herself. She was a total bed hog, and she knew it. She’d probably pushed him that way at some point in the night because she was in the center of the bed with plenty of room. She smirked.
Served him right after that last round of mind-blowing sex.
Early morning light slanted over the bed, caressing his skin like a lover. She could stare at his body forever, but that would not work. She had a job to do. Heaving a mental sigh, she eased out of the bed. He’d been a good lay for the night, good enough to leave her a little wobbly when she tried to stand.
Okay. That never happened to her. She could usually go several rounds and still have enough energy and strength to kick ass afterwards. Mason had definitely been worth the time she lost the night before. Her thighs were stained with her juices and his cum. She sighed. Glad she’d conjured a pack of towelettes when she left the bar last night, she grabbed a few to clean herself. With the way they’d gone at it, it was a damn good thing she couldn’t get pregnant from a mortal. Her body needed immortal seed to conceive. She shook her head with a soft laugh.
She found her four thousand dollar dress crumpled on the floor. Eh, looked like she had another dress to donate to the cleaning service. She waved her hand towards the dress, sending it to her apartment on Mount Olympus. She conjured a pair of distressed Hudson jeans and an Aiko tunic because she’d be combing the streets for Zeus’s friggin’ grandson. She’d leave the panties for Mason. They were her favorite, yeah, but were so torn up she couldn’t wear them again.
Roxana smiled and dressed as quickly as she could. No use hanging around for Mason to get all weepy when he saw the best piece of ass he’d ever had walking out the door. She wasn’t cocky. She’d seen the enthralled look on his face. She stopped to buff her nails. Yeah, she was good. And in a damn good mood after yesterday’s self-pity party.
It took a little longer to find her shoes. She leaned on the bed to put them on, her gaze eating up the sight of a naked, exhausted Mason sprawled on the bed. He was so sexy. She sighed. His skin was so gorgeous, like dark satin poured over steely muscles. Yeah, she could get used to that sight. The scars littering his skin only made him much more attractive to her. She so loved a male who—
She blinked. Shook her head. A little laugh escaped her. She was imagining things, of course. Roxana stood up straight and swung her purse over her shoulder. She headed to the door, pausing in the doorway.
And looked back at the big man on the bed. His head was turned towards her, his face relaxed in sleep. She tilted her head to the left, then to the right. Her heartbeat spiked. No. No, no, no!
Her purse fell to the floor with a thud, but she ignored it as she stalked back to the bed. Upon closer inspection, the scars looked familiar. Too familiar for her peace of mind. The scar tissue on her back and chest itched. No, this could not be happening.
Her legs gave out, and she sprawled on the floor next to the bed. She stared up at the ceiling as her brain swirled with the implications of what she’d done.
She’d had sweaty, dirty monkey sex with Heracles’s son. She was so screwed, she’d be lucky if she could hold her head up at the next inter-company mixer. Her hands curled into fists.
She was going to kill Mason and make it look like an accident. She was an Enforcer; she was good at things like that. He’d never even realize it. The bastard. He’d probably tell his man-whore dad all about her begging him for his cock. Impotent tears burned her eyes as she imagined the hard-earned respect she’d gained over the last two thousand years slipping away from her.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Today's six come from Riding Her Tiger, my Paranormal BDSM novella, which releases on Tuesday.


In this scene Estelle is in her very first on line session with Ink and has been ordered to pleasure herself whilst in the office. The session is interrupted by her boss, the very man she hopes to seduce...

"Are you quite allright, Estelle? You seem a bit flushed."

"I…I'm fine thank you, Sir."

She flinched at the double entendre, and she knew her cheeks were flaming. She hastily crossed her arms over her traitorous nipples and clenched her hands to hide the wet evidence of her arousal. Time stood still, whilst he slowly ran his gaze over her body; and by the time he smiled, Estelle was sure she was going to combust with nervous energy and unfulfilled sexual need.

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