Normally this blog is to talk about my books and other people’s books. Today is a day to ramble.
Recently I was shaken to the core. My romantic rose colored glasses were ripped off my face. It’s caused me to be retrospective about my heart. It’s also caused me to workout like an insane person just to clear my head.
I am a very reserved person. By appearance it doesn’t seem like it because I am friendly. I don’t trust well. I’ve been burned before. I don’t let many people in my heart.
I’ve learned that, besides my family, I’ve let three people in, three people that mean more than the world to me. Three people that if taken from me would bring me to my knees. I learned this the hard way. And the thought terrifies me.
Part of me wants to walk away and protect my heart from being broken. That would be the most cowardly thing to do. It would be gutless. Loving hurts. Do I have the courage? That is the question.
Life is precious. Cherish it. Live it. Love it. Hold the ones you love tight. Let them know how much you love them.
And thanks for letting me ramble.
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Ignorance isn’t always bliss…
Handsome and diligent Avrum Brenin should have died in the fire with his mother and older brother. Instead, he is saved by the powerful and wealthy immortal, Lord Henri. Placed under his care, Avrum shares in his world of endless splendors. He must do one thing in return—look after Haven, a human and Lord Henri’s newest rescue.
The simple task proves to be more complicated than it seems. Haven is disobedient, ungrateful, and hostile, yet she is beautiful and mystifying at the same time. One night, when Avrum stumbles across Haven barely clothed and bound at the wrists, the world he has trusted in unravels before his eyes. He soon discovers that no one—from Lord Henri and Haven to his closest friend, Lysander—are who they seem to be.
Now faced with the truth, will Avrum choose to surrender to the man who rescued him, or will he have the courage to save the woman who captivated him?
Maybe I can’t do this on my own…
“Help me,” she told him, realizing it was her only real option. “Help me leave… You can help me now. Together, we can get to my father and we―”
His disheartened expression made her stop.
“You can never go back to your father,” he said. “It will be the first place Keagan and Henri will look for you.”
Terror made her mind race and her hands tremble. There had to be a way for her to get out. “You can bring me and my father somewhere safe,” she blurted out in desperation. “Please, there has to be some way. I can’t stay here.”
Avrum’s eyes drifted over her shoulder to where the manor laid quiet and still. He inhaled. “You have been bitten,” he said.
Haven took a slight step back.
“I saw the wounds when I found you,” he replied to her perplexed look. “Your blood is now entangled with Henri’s. For as long as they are together and flowing through his veins, you will be connected to him. He will know where you are, no matter how far.”
She gasped, her hand flying to the place on her chest where the two pierce wounds laid underneath. “How do you know this?”
“It is something we all learn when we are first changed.”
“Have you ever killed?” she asked but then hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer to that question.
“No,” he replied. “I have taken blood from humans before, when I was first turned, but I have made sure to never harm any of them. Now, I drink from a stock supply of human and animal blood in the manor cellar.”
The thought of consuming a person’s blood made Haven nauseous. “Can you ever stop? Never drink it again?”
Avrum let out a short laugh. “I have asked the same questions,” he said. “I still have to be reminded that I am no longer like you. I cannot stop the drinking because I am no longer fully alive. The living blood replaces what I have lost during the change.”
“What are you, exactly?”
“We are called vampires.”
She couldn’t speak. She had never heard the name before, but for some reason, it made her voice freeze in the pit of her throat.
“With your blood still coursing through Henri’s veins, you can be tracked. I need to get you back to the manor before he wonders where you are and realizes you’re gone.” Avrum held out a hand to her. She stared at the open palm with wide, fearful eyes. The skin there glistened against the amber lights of the manor windows. It was marked with faint scars. Each one seemed to overlap the others.
“We keep the scars we have earned as humans,” he told her, as if reading her thoughts. “I have many of my own to bear.”
For some reason, his words made the warmth in her chest grow even more and the pains in her body ease. She stretched her own hand out, the raw and marred marks around her wrist standing out against the paleness of her skin.
Avrum offered her a tender smile―a smile that told her that this time she wasn’t alone. “Come back with me,” he told her. “I will protect you with everything I am. I swear it. Please…”
Haven hesitated for a moment, their hands hovering close. In the space between them, all her doubt and fears lingered. Could she really trust him? He was one of them after all. A vampire.
She sucked in icy night air and, taking a step forward, placed her shaking hand in his.
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“His Haven is a fantastic mix of historical and paranormal romance… Action. Romance. A touch of horror. You can’t put this book down.”–Cynthia Carole, author of the Cedarville Novella Series
“Exciting and suspenseful… sweet and hot all at the same time. I recommend that anyone that loves books about vampires read this and you won’t regret it.”–Crystal N., Reviewer from SSYL
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even as a young child, she has surrounded herself with good literature, so it is no surprise that her love for reading and writing has expanded into all parts of her life. She is a dedicated softball coach, student, teacher, and friend who enjoys writing about fantastical worlds when she believes real life gets too mundane.
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The New Brotherhood Trilogy
The Story begins at the end of a three year search for a man known as The Prophet. When FBI agents Rhetia Morgan and Michael Roane close in on his capture they find he is but one of an elite group of people known as The New Brotherhood, a secret society working in the background to insure their survival.
After the Prophet is dead they begin to uncover the plot of a crazy man and his ideals threaten to destroy everything Rhetia and Michael have sworn to protect.
The first book was released in Sept, 2013
Part two of the trilogy continues the story and with the new leadership comes changes. Howard has declared war on the FBI and brings the Brotherhood into the open. They have the money and the power to become the next mafia and to bring our nation to the brink of chaos.
This was released in Feb, 2014
After many battles and betrayals the FBI have managed to break apart the threatening Brotherhood. Only two of the seven ‘sons’ of Richard Holden are still at large, the others are either dead or in jail. Can the two that escaped capture rebuild the Brotherhood. http://store.sweetcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=225
About K.J Dahlen
I live in a small town (population495) in Wisconsin. From my deck I can see the Mississippi River on one side and the bluffs, where eagles live and nest on the other side. I live with my husband Dave and dog Sammy. My two children are grown and I have two grandchildren. I love to watch people and that has helped me with my writing. I often use people I watch as characters in my books and I always try to give my characters some of my own values and habits.
I love to create characters and put them in a troubling situation then sit back and let them do all the work. My characters surprise even me at times. At some point in the book they take on a life of their own and the twists and turns they create becomes the story. Of all the stories I could write I found I like mystery/thrillers the best. I like to keep my readers guessing until the very end of the book.
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Long Overdue – Madison Sevier
Long Overdue, River Jewel Resort, Book 3 by Madison Sevier
Hi Tamara and thank you so much for letting me appear on your blog.
My next release with Secret Cravings Publishing is ‘Long Overdue’ River Jewel Resort Series, Book 3, scheduled for pre-order on May 6, 2014.
Blurb: After a decade of working at the campus library, a scandal involving a student leaves Olivia Milan unemployed and able to spend much more time with her best friend, Matt. She’s always been attracted to Matt Osgood, but believes he’ll never feel the same about her. When he heads out of town for the weekend, Olivia takes the opportunity to visit the River Jewel Resort in the hope of getting a new job. However, what she finds when she arrives proves life can be stranger than fiction. Romance author Matt Osgood has been in love with the same woman for a very long time, but he thinks she’ll never return his feelings. Years of going to the River Jewel Resort have allowed him to live out his every fantasy. Still, he aches for a real emotional connection to the woman he truly loves. Can the River Jewel Resort turn fantasy into a reality for these two best friends? Or will they run in opposite directions when confronted with the truth?
Excerpt: “Not enough pay. Not enough hours. Not enough clothing.” She tossed the red marker across the room. “This newspaper is full of shitty jobs. There has to be something in this town I’m qualified to do.”
“Have you considered starting your own tantric-tutoring classes at the Y?” Matt waved his napkin as Olivia threw him an evil glare.
“Hardy-har-har. Are you ever going to let that go? It happened over a month ago.” “I know, but I still wish I had been there to see it. I’m afraid the images in my mind of you and the Professor rolling around in your office just don’t do the real thing justice.”
“You know it. I wouldn’t be surprised if the old man still sits around picturing the two of you getting each other off while he jerks off in that disgusting office of his.”
“Really? Did you have to go there? I feel dirty just thinking about it. Gross. I still can’t believe I let my libido take control of me.”
“Just kidding, babe. Tell you what, if you promise to go to River Jewel while I’m in Chicago doing actual work this weekend, I’ll stop teasing you about the senior-shag when I return.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Liar. You’re enjoying this.”
“Well, yeah, but I promise to stop. Besides, I overheard someone last night say that they’re putting a bookstore in at the Resort, on the third floor. That tells me they’re hiring and who better to run a bookstore than you?”
“No way.” She was speechless. A bookstore! It had been years since she’d been in an actual bookstore. Working at the library, reading Matt’s books and the ease of online shopping had supported her need for books for years. To be employed at a shop full of her favorite things would be amazing! Just the thought of working in one made her panties wet.
For Olivia, books had always been everything. The way they smelled when one opened them and the feel of them in her hands was like a drug. This was one of the many reasons she’d loved her job at the library. She could be closest to the things that made her happy.
One night after the library closed, her love of sex and fiction came together in an amazing way. She’d snuck in with a guy and they’d made love on top of one of the long, mahogany tables. Olivia had never felt more alive than that night. She’d been surrounded by new and old authors, their famous works standing at attention, surrounding them. Their stories of happily-ever-afters calling to her as she milked every drop from her ex’s shaft and after that, screwing in the library had become the only thing that came close to satisfying her.
Her fiancé, Randy, had never been into anything she wanted or needed and for a long time, she’d thought it was her fault. Olivia had tried to be everything Randy Davis desired and it took her a long time to realize that no one could have made him happy. His insatiability rivaled hers but he preferred to satisfy his needs with other people behind Olivia’s back. If she had known what he was doing, she never would’ve stayed with him for as long as she did. Looking back, she had wasted so much time and she’d cried enough tears to fill the Ohio River. If only she had met Matt sooner. Maybe their lives would’ve been different. Straddling Matt on a library table, riding him until they were both raw and exhausted…
“Hellooo. Earth to Olivia.” Matt snapped his fingers in her face. “Where’d you go? Oh, you were thinking about Tim, the quarterback again, weren’t you?”
Busted. “Not exactly. Okay, maybe.”
“You were! Library sex flashbacks? I’m so jealous!” He teased. “I’ve never known anyone to hold on to a memory of an ex like you have.” Did she sense a bit of real jealousy in his tone? Maybe it was a fantasy of you that I was thinking about. She’d seen how well-endowed Matt was. Helping him get into and out of the shower safely every other day had played a huge part in her need to be taken by a man, any man. Thinking back, she should’ve spoken up sooner. Maybe their lives would be different if she had. An author and a librarian were a perfect match. She’d give him plenty of inspiration for his books and he’d fulfill all of her fantasies. But what if she was wrong?
Madison’s days are spent homeschooling her daughter, while her nights are spent weaving naughty, romantic tales. She writes unconventional endings which have been loved by some and hated by others. Madison is a firm believer that love is never predictable and she loves to show that happily-ever-afters come in many forms. Madison’s words to live by; “Have fun and enjoy every moment in life. You never get a chance to do the exact same thing twice. She loves to hear from her readers and fans.
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When Peter decides to advertise for a housemate to share his cabin in the woods, he doesn’t expect a woman to answer and is surprised when Kate, a beautiful, sexy woman, young enough to be his daughter, shows up. He is determined not to let anything happen, but is tantalized by her seductive ways. Still, determined not to allow his passions control his behavior, he finds himself unable to resist when they have dinner and she gets drunk from too much wine. Still, reluctant to accept what is happening, Kate tells him she loves older men and he should see her as a gift sent to him. Though much older, Peter realizes this younger woman has much to teach him and learns what happens when you give up expectations and give in to what comes your way.
I live in a cabin in the woods that my wife and I built several years ago. She moved out last year and we got a divorce after twenty-five years of marriage. We’re still friends. We married young and gradually just drifted apart and life goes on. I’m a writer and have a couple of books published and a collection of poetry. I have a little following, but nothing major by any means. I teach writing at a local college and a few online courses. I’m fifty-two and in pretty good shape considering I love to eat and hate to exercise—except for working in my garden. I work hard out there and grow most of my own food. I live a pretty simple life, but one day I decided to get a housemate, someone to help with the mortgage payments. I put up a sign at the local food co-op with little slips at the bottom with my phone number that said ask for Peter. I didn’t get any calls, but when I checked my sign at the co-op a few times I saw that a few slips had been taken.
One Sunday afternoon, the phone rang and someone asked for Peter. I heard a woman’s voice, which sounded young. Answering her question, I said, “Yes, I am looking for a housemate, but didn’t think a woman would call.” I asked if she’d mind sharing the place with a man.
She said, “It all depends. I just arrived in town and need a place to live.”
I told her I was five miles out of town and gave her directions. While I was waiting, I picked up things, wiped the kitchen counter, put some dishes away and ran a brush around the toilet bowl. The place looked pretty good. About fifteen minutes later, a red Saab pulled up next to my old Subaru. I saw a young woman walking up the path, looking down at the ground, then up at the cabin. She wore a short denim skirt, a jean jacket and boots that came to her knees. She had long brownish hair, almost blonde. I opened the screen door as she approached and she looked up and smiled, “Hi. I’m Kate,” she said and shook my hand.
“Oh, wow, I love all the wood and the skylights,” she said as she entered and looked around.
She had a pretty face, high cheekbones, intense green eyes and freckles. Her long dusty-blonde hair came down well past her shoulders.
“So where would I stay, if I took it?” she asked.
“You’d have the whole other side of the cabin. Follow me and I’ll show you.”
When we entered the bedroom, she unzipped her jean jacket. She was wearing a tight black turtleneck and I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples showed through her shirt. She’s really built, I thought, noticing how her grapefruit-sized tits strained the material of her shirt.
She finished her wine and asked if I minded if she poured another glass. Luckily, it was a large bottle. I shook my head, and she poured herself another glass and filled mine. I liked that she was feeling comfortable. When we finished eating, she picked up our bowls and took them to the sink. I noticed that she staggered slightly. Again, I couldn’t help looking at her luscious ass while she washed our dishes.
She glanced at me looking at her. I think she knew I liked what I was seeing. She smiled then went back to washing the bowls, humming to herself.
I moved to my recliner in front of the wood stove, turned on the lamp behind me, picked up my magazine, leaned back and tried to read it, trying to get my mind off of her body. I’ve got to control myself. I can’t let anything happen. She’s younger than my daughter.
While I was reading, Kate came to where I was sitting and stood in front of me, pressing her knees against my legs. She looked down at me with a little smile. Her crotch was at eye level. I looked up at her and tried not to look at her tits and the nipples poking her tight shirt. She didn’t say anything but just pressed her knees harder against my leg. “I think I’m drunk.”
“Oh,” I said.
“And horny,” she added. “When I get drunk like this all I want to do is fuck.”
I was stunned by her bluntness. She got down on her knees, took the magazine off of my lap, spread my legs apart and put her hand on my cock. She bit her lower lip and looked into my eyes. I was already aroused from looking at her, but when she started rubbing my cock, I could feel myself getting bigger and harder. I didn’t move. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t let this happen.
“I saw how you were looking at me, Peter.” She gazed into my eyes while she moved her hand up and down my bulging cock. “Hmm, I love how your cock feels. It feels so big and hard.”
I didn’t know what to do, but loved how her hand felt and couldn’t believe how hard my cock was. I knew I should stop this, but couldn’t. My cock was throbbing.
She stood up and straddled my legs, sat down and pressed her crotch against my cock and started grinding.
I should push her away and stop this from happening.I was trying desperately to control myself, but instead of pushing her away, I grabbed her round ass and pulled her into me and started grinding my cock into her as she rubbed herself against me.
“Oh, fuck. This feels sooooo good,” she moaned before leaning forward and kissing me. Her insistent tongue penetrated my mouth. “Come on, Peter, kiss me,” she said, looking hungrily into my eyes.
Bio for J.E. Wiseman
J.E. Wiseman is a prolific author of erotica and romance who has lived an adventurous life as a merchant seaman, teacher, farmer and baker. He started writing poetry and stories when he was nine and is now widely published. His many books are filled with keen observations and provocative ideas that explore the hidden needs and desires of intriguing characters. After living in the woods in an off-the grid cabin for twelve years where he grew most of his own food, he is now living in a small pentagon shaped cabin overlooking a trout pond where he writes every morning beginning at four o’ clock.
Too bad he isn’t on board with the idea.
But when she’s offered the job opportunity of a lifetime, and it just happens to be located in his town, she’s ready to tempt fate. Fate is fickle though. If you don’t move at her speed she’ll give you a good push.
A woman in distress doesn’t sit well with Ash, and the one being accosted is the last person he expects to see. At least not on this side of a computer screen.
Jess’s first in-person meeting with Ash doesn’t go exactly as she hoped. Will he let her explain herself when their paths cross again and forgive her?
Does their future stand a chance?
“Dan, you need to move your hand.”
He pawed at her as soon as they got around the corner of the building, into the shadows. “Stop it, Dan. Go home. This isn’t happening, not tonight, not ever. Am I being clear enough for you?”
She heard people leaving the bar next-door and hoped the interruption would make Dan give up. Apparently, he wasn’t bothered by the possibility of being caught assaulting someone. He continued to push her, trying to get under her jacket.
“You don’t mean that, doll. We clicked, didn’t we? We just need some privacy to get to know each other better.”
She pushed at him, trying to shove him away. “Knock it off, you asshole. I said no, and that’s what I meant.”
“Hey, buddy, the lady said no. Back off!”
The deep voice booming from behind Dan was all too familiar. Oh shit! Just the person I didn’t want to run into. Jess had to think fast, she had to find a way to get out of the situation unseen.
“Mind your own business!”
“The lady said no, you need to move on, or I’ll make you move on.”
“Buddy, you need to leave us alone. We don’t need you butting in where you aren’t wanted.”
“I think we need to let the lady decide what she wants. Ma’am, now’s the time to leave if you’re going to.”
Ash walked toward them, and Dan dropped his hold. Jess took advantage of Ash’s interference and backed a few steps deeper into the shadows—hoping Ash couldn’t see her.
Keeping her voice a little gruff, she hoped he wouldn’t realize who she was. “Thanks, mister.” She took off for her car as fast as she could without running. She had to get away in case Ash walked to the back of the lot to make sure she got to her car, which is something she knew he would do.
Ash’s voice carried across the parking lot. “You better get out of here, before someone calls the cops. Don’t try to follow her either. I’ll be waiting for you to leave.”
“I’m going, asshole. The bitch isn’t worth my time anyway.” Dan stormed off to his car, gunned the motor as he started the engine then quickly tore out of the lot.
Jess tried to get her hands to still so she could get the key in the ignition of her vehicle. They weren’t cooperating. “Shit, come on, get yourself together. If he sees you, tonight is only going to get worse.” Talking to herself seemed to work. She slid the key into the slot, turned it smoothly, and the motor started immediately. With a quick look in her mirrors, she put the car in reverse.
Bam! The sudden stop confused her at first. Looking into her rearview mirror again, she saw the rear end of a truck illuminated in the red glare of her taillights. “Where did he come from?” There hadn’t been anyone behind her when she put her car in gear.
“Perfect!” She dropped her head to the steering wheel. “This is just wonderful. What else can go wrong?”
Tap, tap, tap. “Ma’am, are you okay?”
Oh my God, there is what else can go wrong.
Ariana Gaynor has worked in the literary industry for fourteen years.
She spends her time in Central Ohio, loving her kids, along with her dog Shadow, lizard Izzy, and helping other authors.
Once the house is quiet and work is over she spends her time writing.
She started reading her mother’s Harlequin and Silhouette romances in junior high, and then moved on to horror and suspense stories from Edgar Allan Poe, Steven King, Clive Barker, Ann Rice, and James Patterson.
Sewing, crocheting, and knitting are a few hobbies she enjoys.
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You’ve read excerpts here and now it is official – Breaking the Silence (Hard Drive Series #2) will be released with Sweet Cravings Publishing in September 2014!
And I have been dying to share this…
The Cover to Breaking the Silence! A huge, huge Thank You to Heidi Sieverding, Courtney Johnson, Jacquie Cuddeback and Rex Chiles for such an awesome cover!
Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love them and leave them attitude. That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine who lost her hearing when her transport is destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in Afghanistan. He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her. However, Avery’s hatred for all celebrities forces Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a secret. How long can he keep such huge parts of his life separate? And if she does find out will she leave him or put her stubborn pride aside to stay with the man she loves?
So stay tuned here – it won’t be long before you get to meet Rico and Avery!
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Book Description: After her uncle dies, Felicia decides to visit the family she hasn’t seen since she was a child. After years of therapy, she believes she’s ready to face her past and won’t fall prey to her family’s delusional beliefs about vampires. But a dark childhood wasn’t Felicia’s only problem. She’s in love with a man she sees only in her dreams. Calvin. She convinces herself that Calvin is a figment of her imagination and tries to erase him from her thoughts. She thinks meeting her real family will give her closure on her parents’ murders, but instead she finds that everything she convinced herself wasn’t real, was. Soon she is forced to choose between the man she loves and the vampire hunters who call her their own.
Tagline:She would do anything to find the lover who haunts her dreams, but is she ready to share his curse?
Author bio:H.N. studied art in college, but writing has always been her greatest passion. Most of her books are contemporary romances, but she is best known for her dark, paranormal romances, and unique take on the modern vampire. Her books have been best sellers on Amazon, Bookstrand and her publisher’s website. Some of her most popular works include; Check Mate, the Nightwalkers series, and the Christian’s Kisses series.
Aside from writing, she’s a mom and cat lover. She’s also an award winning graphic designer and co-host of the radio show, Freshly Booked.
Other published books:
Initiation (Christian’s Kisses #1)
Seed of the Master (Christian’s Kisses #2)
The Bloodlust Prince
Blood Kisses (Nightwalkers #1)
Forever Black (Nightwalkers #2)
Blood War (Nightwalkers #3)
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On learning they have new shapeshifter powers, Tatiana and Rich return to his log house in the woods. No sooner do they arrive than the Spirit materializes to give them amazing news. Wishing to stay safe from harm, Tatiana, at Rich’s urging, decides to go into hiding at his lakeside home.
As days slowly turn into weeks they settle into a comfortable life, each looking after the other both emotionally and in the bedroom.
Finally, the big day comes when they get to see what the Spirit told them.
How this revelation will change their lives, they can only guess.
This will get both of your brains into what I want, she thought as she started to come, not realizing he was standing in the doorway.
“That’s not going to work except get you to come again. Look Tatiana, I’ve got a feeling we could be in real trouble and we need to figure out how to handle it.”
Not even getting caught made her blush, but she knew he was right. Against her baser needs she stopped and covered herself.
“Sorry. I guess I’m wanting to hide from what I learned, which is the same as you.”
“I understand, darling, but we have to deal with it before it gets out of hand. I can tell you this, though, I’m not leaving you. As we learned at my house, we are meant to be together and bring a new generation of shifters into the world.”
“I’m glad you want to stay with me because I can’t ever see leaving you. I’d rather die first,” Tatiana said, taking the offered wine glass then taking a sip.
“What did your mistress tell you?”
“Like the Spirit told us, there’s a new shifter coming which will change our lives forever. Fortunately she didn’t seem to focus on me but everyone in the conclave. That’s what has me worried though,” she started.
“I don’t understand. If she didn’t target you, why would that make you nervous? I’d think you’d be relieved.”
“She seemed to be concentrating on one of the older clan members, which makes me wonder if, besides us, something or someone else might be coming.”
“You mean to endanger us?”
“Yes. What if another type of shifter is coming which can hurt or kill one or both of us? Then everything would be lost.”
“I find this interesting because my master led us to believe what was coming would be the dawning of a new age. Either one or both are lying to get us to come out into the open.”
“Rich, what did he mean by new age, since it’s similar to what my mistress told us?”
“That’s something I’m not sure about. Like with your mistress, he didn’t set his sights on one shifter in particular, but all of us.”
Tatiana took another sip of her wine, enjoying the fruity taste of it, and settled back against the thick pillows. Between what she’d learned at her clan meeting and what Rich now told her, she knew, or at least suspected, someone was lying. What she did know was it wasn’t him as she’d learned if he was while staying at his log house.
Was it possible both clan heads knew they were part of the new change, which threatened their leadership and power over everyone? Studying Rich, she could tell he was having the same thoughts, which was good as it would put them both on the offensive if necessary.
Bonjour ladies and gentlemen.
I’m originally from the US where I grew up in your typical small town in middle America. Now in my late 20’s I live in France with my two lovers, Renard and Monique. We share a lovely apartment in Paris where I study interior design and my roomies are enrolled in art school.
I don’t know what the normal erotic author looks like but to set your mind at ease I have waist length red hair, long toned legs and a body most women would kill for. To that end several times clothing designers pleaded, on their knees, for me to model their clothes. I refused them as I found them lacking in many area, one in particular.
About a year ago I took up writing at the encouragement of Monique. She thought the world should know how in love the three of us are. When I stared to put pen to paper, so to speak, I didn’t want your typical erotic stories so I searched for the best way to express our emotions. It was Renard who suggested shapeshifters as he’d just finished a series of paintings on the subject.
I’ve found that I love writing so much I plan to cut back on my classes so I can devote more time to giving you hot, steamy erotic romance.
Awakening- Book 1 in Clan Wolverine series
Beginning- Book 2 in Clan Wolverine series
Is Proud to Present
Jaeger Reineiner is a vampire on a mission. No more lurking in shadows or hiding in the middle of nowhere – the tattooed, pierced black denim and leather clad bad boy wants a more normal life. He wants to win the heart of the little Goth spitfire he feels can redeem the red from his soul – the red stain of blood from centuries working as an assassin for hire.
Emily O’Connell, the youngest Deputy Coroner in state history hasn’t had time for love until Jaeger walked into her life and she couldn’t imagine him walking out. When his psychotic past hunts him down to kidnap her, cause chaos and bloodshed, and use her as bait to get to him, Emily will fight for him and beside him.
Is Jaeger’s love for her strong enough to find her in time? Will Emily’s love for him prove pure enough to redeem his soul?
Jaeger thought of Emily constantly. It was true there was nothing but black in his wardrobe, but he’d begun adding chains and spikes to switch between Badass Biker Assassin ‘just-leave-me-alone-and-I’ll-let-you-live’ look to be a little more Goth like Emily. He hoped she took the change in his look as a compliment, and not as being a copycat or creepy. He inhaled her scent—jasmine, vanilla and woman—it made his head spin. “Alone at last,” he chuckled.
Emily sighed as she tossed the magazine to the table. “So we are.”
His blood pressure shot up when she coyly looked down at her lap, then slowly back up at him through her lashes, lowering her voice to just above a whisper.
“Jaeger, thank you again for finding Marlin and bringing him home to Mary. She was so worried she’d screwed up their whole relationship.”
Jaeger shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. There’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do to help him or Paul. They’re my brothers. I’m already happier here in Pennsylvania than I ever was in Ontario. The scenery is much prettier.”
Emily’s jaw dropped a little and she started to blush. “Are you flirting with me?”
“Yes. I am.”
“Why?” Emily immediately went on the defensive. With her record-of-accomplishment of users and liars, it was almost natural for her to question anyone’s motives.
“Because there’s something about you that caught my attention, caught me when I first saw you and heard your voice. I’m told women today like honesty, so I’m being honest. I’m not used to attempting to win a woman. The women I was used to, years ago, weren’t big on the word kind of discussion.” He waggled his eyebrows to be sure she got his meaning, and laughed when she narrowed her eyes at him. “Paul and Marlin said you know about us—you’re aware of our family kind, I should say. You should know that we’re all hunters at heart. Just some are better at it than others.” His German accent became thicker the more he was aroused by a woman, a hunt—or in this case, both—or a fight. He smiled at her nod of understanding. “I am glad you understand all this. Know this as gospel truth, my Emily. As I said, there is something about you that has caught me, and I will catch you.”
“You plan to lead me into temptation then?” Emily laughed, with a devilish twinkle in her silvery-grey eyes. “Or is it the other way around?”
He wanted so much to pounce on her, to wipe that cocky grin from her face, make her whimper for him and prove who would win the temptation game. “Temptation? I cannot be led into temptation, my dear girl. I am temptation.”
Emily only laughed, as if she’d figured everything out beforehand and already made up her mind. “You are temptation? What if I’m not so easily led?” The challenging gleam in Emily’s eyes was too much for Jaeger to deny.
“Then I shall have to prove I’m worth it.”
Emily laughed. “Men are after one thing. When they finally win that pussy prize and get tired of it, or see a prettier piece of ass walking down the street, off they go. You want me to think you’re different, or that you’re not another one of the out-of-work bums looking for a new cash-mama to take care of him so you can lay on my couch watching television all day.” She shook her head. “You’ve got a long hard road ahead of you, buddy. This girl don’t trust men any farther than she can throw them. There are just way too many bad experiences when the word trust was involved.”
“Buddy? I am not ‘buddy’! I am Jaeger Baldwyn Reiniener. Would it impress you to know that was once the Markgraf of Speyer? I ran an entire city-state, like an emperor or a king.” He laughed bitterly.
Emily shook her head. “Are all you guys some kind of European royalty? Damn! But no, Jay, it don’t impress me.”
He smiled. “Jay? I think I like this shortening of my name. Especially with that foul alcohol on the market. People add ‘meister’ to my name all the time, and find it funny. I think I will like to use Jay.” His grin broadened. “I also like a woman who isn’t impressed by something so silly and outdated. You are a smart woman, my Emily. Your intelligence shows in your eyes.” He drew a finger down her cheek, causing her to lower her eyes and hide them from him. “Why do you hide from me now? They are an amazing color. In all my centuries, I have very rarely seen silver eyes in a human woman. I like to see them sparkle with laughter, and can’t help but wonder…do they darken to the grey of storm clouds when you get truly angry, or caught up in the throes of passion and lust?”
Jaeger looked down to find devotion shining in Emily’s eyes back up at him. His heart swelled with his cock, but he didn’t want to finish in her mouth—even if it was what she had planned for right now. Her wicked little tongue flicked over his Prince Albert, making his knees go weak. Pushing her back gently, Jaeger pulled her up against his chest to kiss Emily deeply, holding her as close as he could. He shut the water off, since it was starting to go cold, and lifted her out of the shower to set her on the vanity top beside the sink. As they both dripped onto the tile floor, Jaeger toed the throw-rug under them to keep from slipping around, then pulled her to the edge of the counter and kissed her hard. He pulled back and smiled. “Thank God the other woman on this floor is damn near deaf.” He smiled as he knelt before her, and his face disappeared between her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, alternating left and right. Each kiss landed a little higher until he reached his goal, and without delay Jaeger busied himself licking and sucking Emily’s clit, gently tugging on her hood ring until she had a death grip on the edge of the vanity counter and panted his name. Panting wasn’t good enough for him. He stood and pulled Emily against his chest, kissing her deeply while his fingers toyed with her hood ring. Almost roughly, he spun her around and bent her against the counter, entering her in one firm thrust.
Emily screamed his name as her first orgasm crashed over her almost immediately. She wasn’t expecting his rough handling, and she liked it. Looking into the mirror at him, Emily could see that his eyes were bloody red, and it triggered a smaller orgasm to know he was that turned on, that hungry for her. “Oh, fuck me…” she said on a long drawn-out moan.
Jaeger checked himself. He didn’t want to feel as if he’d taken her against her will. He’d felt and heard her orgasms, but he didn’t want to hurt his precious Emily or get too rough with her. She wasn’t turned, she couldn’t handle him losing control. Leaning against her back, he set his teeth on the back of her neck and clamped down hard to mark her, before easing up his thrusts to lift her legs like a wheelbarrow. “Flip over, baby.” Still buried deep inside her, Jaeger helped her turn over to face him and set her ass on the counter. He smiled against her panting mouth when she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips.
Emily wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was so afraid I was going to lose you,” she whispered. She kissed him with a hunger that would leave her lips swollen and bruised, but she didn’t care. “I love you Jaeger. I need you. I’ve never learned how to really love anyone but Mary, and that’s a different love. I just know I don’t want to be without you, ever.”
Jaeger slid his hands under her ass and carried her to her bed. They were both still wet, but neither cared. “I’ve never truly loved, either. We will learn together. I’ll not let you go. Not when I feel that you are the one to make me a better man, the one I’ve searched for to redeem my reddened soul. My heart is yours, Emily. You make me feel whole.”
She unlocked her ankles and slid back on the bed until she was centered, and stacked a couple of pillows under her head. Spreading her thighs and looking into his eyes, Emily beckoned him closer.
Jaeger’s eyes held the predatory gleam she loved as he smiled. “Ich bin da loei, sie zuessen, bis sie schreien.” At her puzzled look he chuckled and continued. “Vador a mangiare fino a quando non sigrido.” When Emily rolled her eyes at him, Jaeger pounced on her, his hands splayed across her hips to hold her still. “I said I’m going to eat you until you scream. First in German, then in Italian.” He gave her one long slow lick then looked up at her. “Then I want you to ride me baby. Be my cowgirl, and show me what it means to feel alive.”
For hours they went at each other like rabbits—if rabbits got freaky, that is – from licking here, stroking there, changing positions until finally Jaeger stood Emily on shaky legs beside her bed. He had her hands on the wall, slightly bent over as he entered her slowly and pulled her right leg back up almost around his hip.
“Yes, Jaeger, yes!” Emily panted, barely able to keep herself up. She could feel the orgasm building. “Don’t stop, baby!”
Jaeger grunted. “Not stopping till you come for me, love. Give it to me.” He groaned, feeling her inner walls tighten against him, making him hyper-aware of his piercings.
No more words were coming from Emily. She moaned and screamed as ecstasy took control of her body. She’d been trying to tell him she loved him, but the words wouldn’t form in the midst of orgasm. As her body tightened around his, and her cream began to flow in time with her screams and violent body shudders, Jaeger threw his head back, bellowing his own release deep inside her, his own body shuddering almost as violently. He caught Emily before her jelly legs gave out, and flipped them both to her bed.
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About the Author
A long time ago Nicole decided there were too many perfect characters in the books she read. She decided that she would add imperfections to her characters to make them feel more real, even if it was only in her own heart, but she hopes you enjoy reading about them as much as she loves creating each and every one of them. Whether in the foothills of the Laurel Highlands in Southwest Pennsylvania or in the little worlds of her own making, Nicole is happy to be at home with her husband, her children, and rambunctious dogs. After all, every day is an adventure and you should live it as such. Tomorrow is never a guarantee – live for today and be sure to tell those you love that you love them. You never know when you won’t have that chance again. Never stop dreaming – never stop believing – If you want the moon and stars – go get them… They won’t just land in your lap without a little bit of help.
Other books by Nicole Campbell
Arabian Night Walker Loving A Dark Soul (Dark Souls Book 1)
Salvation for a Dark Soul (Dark Souls Book 2)-(Ebook and Print)
Teacher’s Pet: Let’s Make Music Together
Warriors of the Veil: Flower Fae Series Book 1