Friday, April 24, 2015

Sexy Me Twice ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS89




Welcome to the 89th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Sexy Me Twice and this is where just once is not enough. Think lovers who can’t get enough of each other. Where they spend every waking moment together. And it’s in a very, very sexy way.

My debut novel “Bonded by Crimson” (now a sequel to "Rose of Crimson") is available in all formats at Black Opal Books, Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble Kobobooks and All Romance eBooks





“Talk dirty to me.” He slipped his hands underneath her and cupped her breasts, thrusting inside her like an animal in rutting season. His orgasm mounted fast with her risqué whispers until he exploded inside her. His body quivering, he braced his weight on his elbows so
he wouldn't crush her. “Kate, my love,” he whispered, brushing his lips over her shoulder. “What did you do to me?”
She panted beneath him. “I enjoyed you.”
“God, what force came over me?” He rolled onto his back, pulling her against his chest. “I can’t remember making
love with such vigor before.”
With her head on his chest, she wrapped one arm around him. “I hope this force comes over you again.”
He raked his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes. “You exhausted me. I’ll have to sleep.”
“I’m falling asleep too.” Her soft kiss on his chest coaxed another moan out of him as two short beeps pierced the silence. Her head rose. “Is that a fax machine I hear?”
“Sounds like it,” he slurred, half a sleep. “I’ll get it later.” “Who knows we’re here? Maybe it’s Fortuno. What if something happened and they couldn't reach us over the phone with us pleasing each other like animals?”
“Nothing’s happened, love. My phone is right here.” Matthias pointed to the night stand then continued combing his fingers through her long hair. “Besides, there are other ways my minion can reach me, if not by the conventional ones. Go to sleep now. It’s nothing important, I’m sure.”
A long breath escaped her, but she lowered her head to his chest again. The feeling of her smooth skin against his comforted him as sleep claimed him.


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Friday, April 17, 2015

Sexy’s Got You, Babe ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS88




Welcome to the 88th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Sexy’s Got You, Babe and is based upon the old Sonny and Cher song, I’ve Got You, Babe. This is all about the lovers who are always there for each other. Rent’s due, no money yet they have each other; life’s throwing them a curve ball, they have each other; job expectations aren't panning out yet they still have each other. You get the idea. Their external odds maybe be insurmountable, or seem that way, yet they have one another held firmly in their love.




Cindy barely glanced her way and continued to gawk at Tom, whose initial smile vanished, replaced by a frown. Great! Another woman drooling over Tom. Olivia yanked the washed-out, folded fabric from nurse’s hands. “My husband is not your patient. I am. I’m right here and I can speak and change myself.”
“Oh, in that case, I’ll be back in a moment. Please make sure your wife is ready.” Cindy coughed in her fist and her cheeks blushed. She left the room.
“Mrs. Medar, if I didn't know you better, I’d say you’re jealous.” Tom winked at Olivia. “Don’t worry. I only have eyes for you.”
“Me jealous?” Though she must admit, her lashing out at the nurse was an emotional
display, but Tom didn't need to know this. “The nurse couldn't be less professional if she wanted.”
“Could be worse, the hospital staff work long shifts. Cindy is trying hard to be pleasant.” He stood when Olivia slid the curtain open. “Do you need help getting to the changing room?”
“I can manage.” She stepped into the narrow bathroom. Hell, her broom closet was
bigger than this. In haste, she unbuttoned her shirt. She removed her blouse and trousers
then slipped on the hospital gown. Light blue was not her color. The two sets of strings
on the back of the gown presented a challenge, but she managed to tie them with some elaborate twisting.
“Mr. Medar? Or can I call you Tom?” Cindy’s sugar-laced voice drifted to Olivia through the closed curtain. “Your wife is not ready yet? Cold day today, isn't it? Getting ready for Christmas?”
Olivia snapped the curtain open. Tom turned to her. A smile lit his face, replacing his bored expression.
“If she’s ready, we can proceed,” the nurse said, twirling a few strands of her streaked blonde hair around her finger. When Olivia nodded, she pushed a wheelchair next to the bed. “Can she sit here?”
Olivia stared at her transportation. “I need a moment alone with my husband.”


Blurb: Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning, corporate executive officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of her career. But in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her Down’s syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her. Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s room for love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are separated again.
When they awaken from their alternate world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Hot for Friday: Hot Encounters




Despite a painful-looking sunburn on his face and neck,he managed a grin. “Oh, thank God, you saw my signal.” A hint of fear rushed across his face. Could he be one of
Gaspar’s men?
She crept closer to him. Her women, armed and ready, followed two paces behind. Soot covered his face, but the deep turquoise of his eyes stood out and locked on her. No human could have eyes blue like his, as if they were made from the very waters they sailed on. Could he be a merman? Even
though the tales embellished her and the crew as mermaids, she had heard of real sea creatures capable of growing a pair of legs instead of their fish tail and venturing out onto dry land. In all her twenty nine years she had never seen one, but she feared the tales nonetheless. Those breeds between men and fish possessed powers that could bewitch them all and take their souls to the depths of the sea for all eternity.
“Water,” he whispered hoarsely. “Please.” The young man raked sooty fingers through his blond curls and stared at them as if they were the mythical water nymphs called Rusalki. “Do you understand my tongue?”
He couldn’t be a merman. Every tale she had heard depicted the sea creatures as mute. This one spoke, not in pirate’s lingo, but as an educated man. Still, she must exercise caution. Her sword slashed the air between them as she pressed the blade to his neck. “Are you a man?”
His eyebrows arched. Tattered lace rolled from his wrists as he threw his hands up. “What in the name of god—”
“Answer!” Sirena barked putting a hint more force to the blade.
Hands above his shoulders shook while his Adam’s apple twitched with a hard swallow. “Last time I checked, I was,” he said with high pitch voice, but as he continued, he seemed to regain his composure. “And in the presence of beautiful maidens, I am always a gentleman.”
Giggles came from the women standing on the shore. Pebbles crunched under Sirena’s boots as she stepped behind him, sliding the blade to the back of his neck. Facing her crew gave her the advantage of rear and frontal attack, if need be. A few of the women covered their sheepish grins with their
hands and ogled him. She flashed a look around, half expecting to see his comrades stepping out from the pine trees a few paces from the beach, but no one appeared. This was no man. She had seen the bravest of them shaking in their boots under her cutlass. This one had barely flinched. “Why are you here?”
His shoulders lowered with his exhale. Hands still in the air, he turned to her. His eyes traveled along her blade now pressed to his chest. “My crew abandoned me on this desolate island.” But his casual tone didn't match his tensed body. He could be lying. Hmmm, but she had thought his cockiness had cost him his ship. Unable to stand the intensity of his stare, she lowered her glance to his bare feet on the sun-bleached pebbles. Shiver her timbers, never before had she succumbed under a man’s gaze. Even her late husband, god bless his soul, had always said she’d made him work hard for a morsel of her love. With great difficulty, she forced herself to look at the marooned sailor’s piercing eyes. “You are seeking safe passage, I presume.”
“You presume right.” He lowered his hands to his hips. “To Ragusa, if that is your heading.”




My second novel, a pirate’s romance titled “Treasured Chest” released on November 24th is available at Black Opal Books Amazon Barnes & Noble AllRomance eBooks Smashwords and Kobobooks


BLURB

The last thing Captain Sirena expected to find on a desolate island was...him!

When Carmen Ventura takes up her post as commander of the Strega, she becomes the new Captain Sirena, the legendary pirate most people think is just a myth created to scare children. Her first quest is to search for the “treasured chest” hidden by her predecessor. But before she can even begin the hunt, she runs into Marko Lucin, captain of the Levant and Carmen’s most insane adventure yet.

How can the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen be a bloody pirate?

Never one to pass up an adventure, especially where pretty women are concerned, Marko finds his ultimate challenge in Carmen. Not only does he fall for her courage, spunk, and intelligence, but the lady pirate can also help him get what he wants—the famous treasure everyone whispers about. His only problem—how long can he play the charming captain before she discovers his true intentions?

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1. Mel Curtis  5. J.A. Coffey  9. Jennifer Wilck  13. Jane Leopold Quinn  
2. Melinda Curtis  6. Daryl Devore  10. Lizzi Tremayne  14. Kate Hill/Saloni Quinby  
3. Victoria Adams  7. Zrinka Jelic  11. Abigail Owen  
4. Zanna Mackenzie  8. Writing Dreams  12. J.M. Maurer 



Friday, April 10, 2015

Are You Sexy? ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS87



Welcome to the 87th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Are You Sexy and those characters who are sexy yet very comfortable about it. They’re comfortable about being in their own skin, being the best at something, heck, they’re comfortable on almost everything. But there is one thing they having quite mastered: love.


From "Treasured Chest", a pirate's romance released on November 24th is available at Black Opal Books Amazon Barnes & Noble AllRomance eBooks Smashwords and Kobobooks



And just like last night when he’d promised to show her his love each and every day, her expression changed. She appeared scared as her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Did she think his love for her would fade in an instant just because of this scroll? If any of this held any truth, there were those who’d dispute his claims and stop him from
reclaiming the rank. Marquis had not existed in decades and over the years the title diminished.
He wrapped her in his embrace. “If anything, it should be me who will bow before you.”
Brushing her lush lips with his, he nibbled her soft skin. She sucked in a breath and welcomed his kiss. Her mouth took his mind on a whirlwind of pleasure and he let the scroll slide from his fingers. He dug his hand in her mane and continued to tease her tongue with his. The pressure building in the crotch of his breeches urged him to lay Carmen down on the nest of blankets once more.
He’d thought he’d satiated his hunger for her with last night’s love making, but in fact it only had left him yearning for more. “I want you, Carmen,” he breathed against her lips, and her surrendering sigh confirmed she was willing to be his again.
He would satisfy her with all the pleasure she deserved, hour after hour.
“Cap’n.” Marta’s raspy bark echoed through the cavern.


BLURB

The last thing Captain Sirena expected to find on a desolate island was...him!

When Carmen Ventura takes up her post as commander of the Strega, she becomes the new Captain Sirena, the legendary pirate most people think is just a myth created to scare children. Her first quest is to search for the “treasured chest” hidden by her predecessor. But before she can even begin the hunt, she runs into Marko Lucin, captain of the Levant and Carmen’s most insane adventure yet.

How can the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen be a bloody pirate?

Never one to pass up an adventure, especially where pretty women are concerned, Marko finds his ultimate challenge in Carmen. Not only does he fall for her courage, spunk, and intelligence, but the lady pirate can also help him get what he wants—the famous treasure everyone whispers about. His only problem—how long can he play the charming captain before she discovers his true intentions?

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Hot for Fridays: Hot and Bothered



Today's theme is Hot & Bothered 

From "Rose of Crimson" 


He caressed her shoulders, pulling down the lace. “They expect us to make love and we shall not disappoint them.”
She gasped and her face turned crimson. “You want to indulge them?”
“Why not?” He shrugged. “After all, this could be the only opportunity we have.”
A sigh left her lips, but in the next instant a brazen grin appeared on her face, confirming she wanted him. “It’s improper before we are wed, but my father won’t have any choice if you ruin me. I waited years for this and those two shameless hussies should not be the only ones who will get their dose of their man tonight.”
“Making love to me will not ruin you, only make you better.” He cupped her face in both hands, brushed his thumb over her lips then crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue explored her soft and warm mouth. He teased her by plunging deep until her body tightened against his. She reached for him, snaked her arms around his neck, coaxing a groan out of him. He lowered his hands to the small of her back, pulling on the bodice of her dress, leaving it hanging loose on her waist.
She withdrew and gasped covering her breasts. “I’m like a tavern wench.”
“You’re nothing of the sort.” He cupped her nape and urged her back to his lips, while he struggled to step out of his boots. His feet rejoiced once freed from the stiff leather wear.
She returned his kiss and slipped her hands under his shirt. To his amazement, she pulled his tunic up and over his head, then glided her hand over his bare chest.
“So big, firm, and smooth.” Her whisper was husky with desire.
Each of her kisses ignited white sparks behind his closed lids. She tugged on the waistband of his breeches. He covered her small hand with his large one and helped her undo the knot. The pressure on his groin eased as the garment slid from his waist and legs. He crushed her to his chest. She arched against him, and their hips thrust. A fierce ache built deep in his gut.
He scooped her in his arms, and she gave a small shriek. “Oh my God, Miles, loving you freely is so beautiful.”
“I told you the riches don’t matter if we’re not free.” The bed squeaked as soon as he lowered her to the straw filled mattress.

KATE ROKOV‘s grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head or she will flunk her finals.
MATTHIAS ZRIN, a three centuries old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rušinić, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing Kate from sleeping and her ignorance is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his wife’s earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rušinić castle.
Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse, and in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire. In this tale of two life times and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.
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Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2)
Samhain Publishing
Published: April 7, 2015
ISBN: 9781619226340
Categories: Romance, Paranormal & Alternate Worlds, Paranormal

Blurb:
If love can’t save them, there will be hell to pay.

Grateful for his mother’s human blood that cools the dark fire of his demon father, Eban Heckmaster has set up a medical practice in New Mexico territory. But there’s no hope of living a normal life until he rids himself of a seductive demon that’s been pursuing him.

Vanquishing it won’t be as simple as sharpening his demon-hunting sword. The clever creature is hiding inside his best friend’s head, and she has no idea of the havoc she’s been wreaking, especially with his body.

Beryl suspects Eban knows why she’s been waking up with no memory of where she’s been or what she’s done, but he’s not talking. But when she inevitably learns what he’s hiding—or rather, what’s hiding inside her—she wonders if her love for him is real, or an illusion created by the demon’s lust.

Eban is losing the battle to hold his rising desire in check. There may be only one way to extricate Beryl from the beast entangling her mind. Call upon his demon blood…and offer it as a sacrifice.

Product Warnings
Contains a half-human, half-demon doctor who can heal anyone except himself, and a woman who’d blush if she could remember the sensuous torture she’s been inflicting on him. Could make you wonder if you should start listening to the voices in your head…

Excerpt:
Eban Heckmaster dreamed of becoming tangled in a river of gold. Soft and silky upon entering, it turned deadly within moments. He couldn’t breathe as it filled his nose. It bound his wrists, his ankles, blocked his vision. So much and so warm, sweat broke out across his body.

He’d die cradled in a gilded nest.

And he was fine with that.

Anything was better than living with the knowledge that his brother had taken the woman Eban loved as his bride hours ago.

Eban’s lungs ached for breath and his eyes shot open. Startled by weight settling on his abdomen, he tried to sit up, but two small hands held him down. Thanks to his demon blood, it only took a moment to adjust to the dark. In the nonexistent light, he peered up at Beryl Brookshier’s angelic face. She gave him a wicked smile as long strands of wheat-blonde hair tickled his bare chest. He sucked in a breath when he realized she was naked and a sheet was the only thing separating her from his raging erection.

“What are you doing?”

The second the words were out of his mouth, Eban knew he wasn’t talking to Beryl.

“Ravish me, Ebaneezer.”

The demon used Beryl’s voice and body, but the thing talking to him was far from human. The notion of taking its head off and sparing himself a lot of trouble was tempting. If not for the real Beryl’s trusting green eyes and bashful smile.

“That stopped being funny the first time you got naked in front of me.”

She caressed his cheek. “You were dreaming. I was trying to make your dreams more pleasant.”

He slapped her hands away. “You thought you’d tempt me into bedding you and then letting some other parasite into my brain. That’s not going to happen, Rosemar.”

“You want this body. Why deny it, Heckmaster?” The lust demon glowered at him, her irritation creasing the smooth face she borrowed.

“Get off me.” He pushed her away, then grabbed the sheet as she slid off his chest. “What I want is for you to vacate it, leaving Beryl’s mind intact so I can get out of Berner.”

Her pique faded, replaced by a sultry smile. “We’ve lain awake at night imagining the coupling. This body twined around yours, the friction of skin on skin. Hard muscles meeting soft curves. Lips touching…lips.” Her green eyes brightened mischievously. “Miss Brookshier has quite an imagination.”

He tensed, flushing at her descriptions, but revulsion held his desire at bay. “She’s there with you, right now?”

Rosemar waved a hand. “She’s locked away, but she’s not as innocent as you seem to think. This body is familiar with masculine touch.”

Eban suppressed a groan. “It’s none of my business. Nothing I’m interested in exploring.”

“Your body suggests otherwise. A simple sexual escapade isn’t a lifetime commitment.” She twisted a strand of hair around her finger, pouting while she batted her eyelashes.

“It is where demons are concerned. You can’t stay in there forever, you know.” He sat against the headboard, trying to ignore the way she pressed her breasts forward.

“Can’t I?” The wicked grin returned. “You can’t get rid of me without killing her. You know that.”

“We’ll see.”

Anger sparked in Rosemar’s eyes, sharper and meaner than human emotion. “I don’t know why you care. She doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Pain stabbed Eban’s chest. He turned his face away, trying not to think about Rhia’s hazel eyes, her soft Virginia accent, or the way she laughed when he said something funny. Beryl was an attractive woman now that she was beginning to gain weight after her long illness, but she wasn’t the one he loved.

“You’re wasting time thinking about her.” Rosemar sounded bored.

“I’m not going to let you kill an innocent woman by wearing her body down to nothing.” He glowered, but nothing seemed to frighten Rosemar. Even Wystan, who’d beheaded his share of parasite demons, had no effect on this one.

“I was talking about Rhia.” She put a warm hand on Eban’s shoulder. “Seere orchestrated their meeting so the three of you could defeat Noem. Without Rhia and Wystan, there is no Berner. There’s no Heckmasters. No future.”

Eban shrugged her hand off. He closed his eyes, sifting through memories of the battle with Noem and his legion of lesser demons. Years ago, Eban had tried to make a normal life for himself in another city while getting his doctor’s degree, but his younger brother Tell had called him back to treat a vicious wound Wystan had obtained at Noem’s hand. Tell and a weather deity had run Noem out of town that time. Eban had stayed, putting his dreams away. They’d been guarding a sealed portal to Hell for as long as he could remember, but Astaroth, the reigning prince, constantly sent his minions through gaps in the seals, offering them great rewards for bringing the Heckmasters back. Their father’s redemption had doomed the three of them to remain in this cursed town forever, fighting monsters until they died.

Then when it seemed like Rhia Duke would give Eban the chance to escape, she went and fell in love with his boneheaded brother. Worse than that, she’d unwittingly allowed Noem to drive her right into Berner, where he planned to capture her and give her to Astaroth. In the fight, Wystan had been gored by a minotaur, but he’d used his demon blood to overcome death and save the day—with Seere’s help, because the normally neutral Gray Side couldn’t keep their noses out of Heckmaster business.

Rosemar claimed she was inhabiting Beryl’s body at Seere’s command, and she’d proven herself useful in a fight, but none of the Heckmasters trusted her. It was clear that no matter what her orders, she had her own motives for choosing Beryl as a host.

Angry when he should be grateful—he didn’t really want Wys dead—Eban balled the sheet in his fists. “I doubt Wystan and Rhia would be too happy to know Seere thinks he’s God now.”

Rosemar chuckled. “We all aspire to godliness, don’t we? You by playing doctor, me by manipulating feelings. That’s what makes us so perfect for each other.”

She ran her finger over her lips and rose, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner as she left. Eban swallowed hard.

He’d always known demons would be the death of him, but he’d never imagined it would be at the hands of one who looked like Beryl.

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About the author:
A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she's not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.

Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that's gathering dust after it was determined that she's better at writing fluff than hard news.

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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesday




Welcome to another Paranormal Love Wednesdays blog hop. A weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. From witches to werewolves, vampires to beserkers, you name it, we have it. This blog is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. Works in progress or WIPs. are also welcome. So joins us every week and check out our cool stories. 

Today's excerpt is  from Rose of Crimson




KATE ROKOV‘s grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head or she will flunk her finals.
MATTHIAS ZRIN, a three centuries old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rušinić, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing Kate from sleeping and her ignorance is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his wife’s earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rušinić castle.
Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse, and in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire. In this tale of two life times and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.
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Kate dug her fingernails into her palms. The loneliness must be getting to her at this dead hour or she wouldn't imagine the incoherent whispers had taken a deep masculine tone. Impossible, she wasn't that lonely or loony and she had been conversing with him for the past twenty or so minutes. He seemed less threatening and that smooth voice of his eased the tension between her shoulders.
A spark of curiosity ignited to a full blaze. She must find out more about him. “Need me? What for?”
“To tell my story.” There was no mistaking this time as his fingers raked gently through her hair, making her chest heavy and spinning her mind. How could he have known she was a sucker for head massages? He moved his fingers down her neck and shoulders. Yes, dig in right there and loosen up the knot. Damn this was good, she must stop him or she’d write down the complete saga.
He eased the pressure on her skin. “How does that kink in your shoulder feel? Better?”
“It’s almost gone.” Bless him, the man worked magic on her in more than one way. “Hey, how did you know I had a kink in there?”
“You rubbed that spot before.” By now he brushed his fingers over her neck.
Hmm, what else had he seen her doing? Oh no, those few times she’d stepped out of the shower and realized she’d forgotten to hang a fresh towel and ran to the linen closet wet and naked. Heat rushed to her cheeks, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth. The invisible visitor remained silent. Perhaps he hadn't been in her flat during those incidents.
“So, what’s your story about?” She arched one brow, tilting her head under his pressing fingers. Of course everyone had a story, so why was she surprised an un-dead ghost consulted her to tell his tale?
“You’ll find out soon enough.” A tickle ran along her arm once more. “And it can’t be told in one night.”




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