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Monday, October 31, 2011

Guest Blog: Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne

Oh, I love this time of year. From spooky events to the thought of All Hallows Eve – it’s terrifying and tempting and especially to a writer. From the time of being a little girl I loved spooky and scary movies. Sure, I was the kid who was afraid of the boogeyman in the closet and slept with the light on but you have to admit that vampires and werewolves were almost magical creatures. Through my teen years and into adulthood vampires remained my creature of choice. Okay, that does sound a bit odd, doesn’t it? But it’s true. I’ve been writing since I was barely able to hold a pencil and through all the stories and books (yes I actually wrote 18 full length novels by the time I was 16) a thread including vampires remained.

Back in those years vampires weren’t glorious sexy creatures but flesh and blood sucking monsters you were supposed to fear like a serial killer. All of a sudden something happened during the tenure of Anne Rice – being bitten became sexy. And then when you threw in the imagination of writers who allowed the creatures to have sex? WHEW – that’s all I can say. Sexy bites, sex with a creature who can go all night long literally and the thought of immortality is a powerful aphrodisiac – don’t you think?

In recent years the standing joke is that “my vampires don’t sparkle” but I have to say, what’s wrong if they do? The Twilight Series reminded us that authors have a vivid imagination and can take their humans or creatures of the night into another world entirely. I think that’s when my vampires were born. I have an entire series I’ve written as the real girl – Cassandre is a pseudonym – but I’m holding them back for a while until the popularity comes back. BUT…I penned a trilogy and another m/m BDSM piece that allows vampires to be a bit more of what they were while including sexy and sometimes terrifying aspects of the life of kink. Throw in the popularity of m/m pieces and both pieces you’re going to get a taste of were created.

I also love the lore of ghosts and human witchcraft so I incorporated a favorite board game that I played as a child – The Ouija Board – do you remember talking to spirits? It’s the perfect time of year for it so… both of the excerpts are PG rated but you’ll get an idea of how spicy they truly are and be very afraid – my vampires can and will drink your blood.


Jax Steele was a haunted man. A Detective by trade, damning visions of a wretched event had taken not only his soul but also the family he loved dearly. Living a shadowed life, he accepted every wretched case given with a vengeance, determined to right the wrongs of his horrible past. When young men began showing up slaughtered like animals, the nightmares began all over again pulling him into his own private hell. All clues led to an elusive erotic artist of Russian decent who enjoyed the dark arts of BDSM and Jax believed he’d found his killer, yet intense hungers buried deep within were awakened and he wanted nothing more than to become Aleks’ student.

Aleksandr Vasiliev carried dark secrets of his own. A monster to some, the vampire had forsaken his past and the family regime in search of a new life away from murdering humans. Unfortunately his previous subjects turned up gutted and he was the only suspect. As Jax and Aleks forged a bond to try and find the murderer, each suspected something that neither could control. As the power of domination and control swirled around their relationship, Jax was forced to face not only his ugly past but also hungers that burned deep in his soul. Betrayed, Aleks was determined to save Jax, his true mate but powerful vampires from his past threatened not only his lover but the entire human race. In a race against time, few would survive.


Savannah Lily was bored with her everyday life and hungered to spice up her life. Her job as a fashion consultant left her little time for a social life so when her three best friends suggested a game using the Ouija Board and a naughty dare, she initially scoffed until she heard about the prize. She’d dabbled with the occult since her childhood, curious about all things that went bump in the night and Halloween was fast approaching. Hungry for one man who filled her every night with sinful visions, winning the prize just might help her achieve her ultimate fantasy, immortality.

Constantine Avion was considered by many to be a warlock specializing in the extreme torture of men and women. Some said he held the key of life and death in his hands and he was rumored to have a male lover. Feared by everyone that knew him, his secret club catered to the darker side of sex infused with magic. Entrance by invitation only, few were selected to go behind the hallowed doors.

For some reason Raging Shadows was having a Halloween party open to the public in groups of four or more. The only catch? One member of each party would be required to perform an act of seduction or kink if requested with no questions asked and Constantine determined how the game was played. As the night fast approached, Savannah was determined to entice the man some called a monster. Unfortunately she didn’t understand his level of power and his desperate needs until one night reminded her she was very much alive. Would Savannah decide to succumb to the man of her dreams and give up her soul or was there a darker power working against the tortured lovers?

Cassandre writes highly erotic romance stories and novels in the contemporary, science fiction and paranormal flavors. Currently she has eleven erotic romance novels published with Rebel Ink Press and several more under contract. Her recent titles include, Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper, Her Sinful Long Legs, Revving Her Wild Engines, Shadows of Panic and Wicked Desire, Wicked Wager Among Friends - Tales from Lucifer’s Lair – the first in a series, Breakfast Eye Candy, and several m/m pieces including Game Over, Power Struggle and Punch Back. Her first full length novel was released in August titled Truth, Dare or Dangerous Intent and her first f/f piece was recently published entitled Fire of Submission. Her first print release – a compilation of several pieces titled The Feast of Temptation was released in September. Sinful by Design is being released in November followed by St. Nick’s Night of Xstasy and Shattered – another gritty m/m piece in December.

She also recently had her first release with Naughty Nights Press – Spankdown with Red Fire – Surrender and Raging Shadows released in October and Forced Fantasies and Mr. Mistletoe coming in December.





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What happens when you leave the hutch door open, my last post.

   So there I am working on a story and wham!  Out of the blue come these other characters.  Side characters that just have to get in the limelight.  What’s an author to do?  I guess some just ignore them but I find that really hard sometimes.  This happened last winter as I started Wolfman: Judgement.  I’m not sure what started it but there I am thinking about trouble that Daniel and Mace get into and up pop this trio.  Yup, two young wolfmen and their blind mate.  Huh, and now their backstory is crowding out my current story.  So I went with it and Blind Passion was born.
   Does that happen a lot?  Oh, yeah.  All the time. 
I’ve got partially written stories for two new sets of characters already and I haven’t even finished with Mace and Daniel yet!  Or Mei and her wolfmen.  I didn’t know Daniel had a nephew until I started thinking more about his backstory and family.  I’ve got a good bit written for him.  And then there’s my first omega hero who’s looking for that special wolfman, that’s what I get for reading too many broken hero and/or BDSM stories.
   Took some effort but I got book 5 done first. Not much choice since my new guys come later.  But I'd better hurry up and get writing because plots, like bunnies multiply when you aren’t looking.
  Thanks everyone for taking time to read my posts!  Happy Halloween!

  Here’s a sample of my up coming release, Wolfman: Genesis.

  The pack stirring around us in the waiting room pulled me from a deep sleep. Predawn light filtered in the window and bathed the room in a pale rosy glow. I groaned and buried my head under a pillow.
  Mace laughed and slapped my ass. “Come on, mate. Time to get moving.”
  “Fuck, fine. But I’m getting a shower first.”
  Mace snorted. “Make it fast . New packs to meet, rabids to hunt.”
  Did he have to sound so cheery this fucking early? I yawned and stretched. “I’m moving and there better be breakfast before we leave.” I was in no fucking hurry to leave. Which struck me as odd. That hollow feeling… Fuck, I $was going to miss this place. Reluctantly, I headed down the hall to the shower.
  Leaning against the sink, I pulled the razor down my face. $Wonder when we’ll run out of blades?
  Everything had an expiration date -- the day we’d use the last one. The day we’d have to find some way to make our own, do the same thing differently, or just do without. Personally, not shaving wasn’t an option.
  I turned my head, looking for any sign of the bruises I’d carried for weeks. They’d all faded to nothing, even the deep ones around my nose.
  Nothing remained on my shoulders and ribs but a few pale lines left from the raking Fang had given me. Even those would fade to nothing soon. Four raised red scars peaked from under the edge of the towel wrapped around my waist, like a primitive tattoo celebrating my survival. I’d carry that little present from Fang the rest of my life.
  I twisted my shoulder to see the angry red pucker where I’d taken a bullet meant for Mace. Time would fade the color, but the raised ridge of flesh would remain.
The door swung open while I was poking at my shoulder. Shit. Mace was ready to leave and here I was fucking around in the mirror getting all mushy and introspective. What the fuck was up with me lately?
  Mace nuzzled my neck, breath ghosting across my skin. A shiver ran through me and my cock twitched to life. “Mmm. You smell nice, Daniel.” His arms slid around me, stroking my ribs and around to palm my flat man nipples. I sucked a breath. Tingles of desire radiated out to settle deep in my groin.
  Water dripped off my chin to land coldly on the arm holding my razor. “Umm, Mace, I… Ah, fuck that feels good!” He continued his assault on my body and senses. A sexy growl vibrated across my shoulder, drawing a moan from me.
  He stepped back, grinning. “Did you want to finish shaving?”
  “Fucker!” Couldn’t help the amusement in my voice.
  He rewetted the cloth I’d been using with hot water and gently placed it over the unshaved side of my face. His palm cupped my cheek through the warm fabric. A simple touch I felt deep in my heart, and clear to my cock. He dropped his hand away from the warmed skin.
I smeared more soap on. My hand trembled slightly as I raised the blade to scrape stubble away.
  Mace took the razor from me. “Here, let me. Before you cut yourself.”
  “And who’s fucking fault is that?” I met his heated gaze in the mirror, hazel eyes to his yellow-gold ones.
  He smiled and growled again, drawing the blade firmly and surely down my cheek. I’d never had someone shave me before. Who knew it could be so fucking sexy?
  I watched Mace in the mirror, focused intently on his task. His lips parted in concentration as he drew the blade down my cheek. A swish in the sink to clean it and then along my jaw. My cock rose and filled like a flower opening to the sun’s warmth. Shit, I was in a fucking weird mood, or I’d finally snapped and become a pansy-assed romantic. Next I’d be wearing eyeliner and high heels.
  I raised my chin without breaking my focus on Mace. He pressed closer to reach under my sharp jaw. I took advantage and rubbed my ass against his very hard cock.
The blade wavered and he gasped, then growled. “You $want me to slit your throat?”
I chuckled wickedly but stilled so he could finish. A last wipe with the warm cloth. Done. He ran the back of his hand down my smooth cheek. “Hmm, smooth, soft. I wonder what the rest of you would feel like this smooth.
  I laughed and turned around. “You first! Just the thought of a razor near my manly bits makes them want to crawl inside me.”
Mace palmed my cock. “Seems hard enough to me.” He squeezed firmly. “I want this, mate.”
I gasped. Lust raged through me, remembering our mating, his tight heat surrounding my cock. And when he came, squeezing me so hard it almost hurt.
  “You want…”
  His lips brushed mine, stopping me mid-sentence. “Yes.”
  With that one word, I groaned and nearly ripped his shirt getting it off. Mace pushed me back. Before I could protest, he stepped just far enough away to lock the door, insuring our privacy.
  I leaned against the counter, watching him stalk back toward me, slowly unzipping his jeans as he went. Ah, fuck!

Wolfman 5: Genesis   One thing stands between Mace and I.  A psycho super rabid with a small army bent on killing us all.
      Brannan Black 
      Epic Romances, Fantastic Fantasies of the Paranormal kind 
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      Sunday, October 30, 2011

      Character Interview: Stephanie from Weekend at Wilderhope Manor

      In my third and final blog post for the day, I'm interviewing one of the characters from Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, Stephanie.
      Hi Stephanie. Thanks for agreeing to be interviewed. Firstly, could you tell us a little more about yourself?
      Hi. I'm Stephanie, 30 years old and a lesbian. I live with my girlfriend Jenny and am PA to a complete moron.
      *coughs* uh, okay. 'Nuff said about the job then. So, tell us about your recent visit to Wilderhope Manor. We understand it was a weekend to remember.
      That's the understatement of the century. Jenny and I visited for a special weekend with a combined murder mystery and Halloween event. The place was gorgeous, but the living breathing people weren't the only ones inhabiting it, if you get my drift.
      Are you saying you had some ghostly encounters?
      In a word: yes. At first when I heard some weird noises I thought it was someone messing around trying to scare me, what with it being Halloween weekend and all. But it turns out there's more to that place than meets the eye. There was some seriously creepy stuff going on that weekend, and that doesn't include the Halloween events!
      Wow. Spook-tastic. Can you tell us more?
      Well, I'm sure you appreciate the author is going to be pretty pissed if I tell you the entire story, but let's just say Wilderhope Manor has more than one presence, and I encountered more than one. Probably the most terrifying was the incident in the maze, which could have turned out a lot worse than it did...
      Well, you are a tease, aren't you?
      Me? No – you're thinking of Jenny. She's a minx, and loves to tease me on a regular basis. Sexy little wench. Gets me every time, like that one time in the library... what? Too much information? Sorry. For those of you that would like all that information, you'll have to read the book. It's ghosts, girls and hot sex galore. The perfect Halloween read, if I do say so myself.
      When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?

      Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

      Weekendat Wilderhope Manor is on Goodreads, so if your bank balance is already groaning under the weight of all the books you're buying – please add it to your to-read list! If you follow me on Twitter and/or Facebook, too, as well as checking out my website, you'll be able to find out about any giveaways I'm running.

      Thanks so much for popping by to read my posts. Don't forget to leave comments in order to be in with the chance of winning the prizes being given away as part of the event. Also, don't forget to head over to the Goddess Fish Blog where I'm sharing spooky excerpts and talking settings.

      Where’s the heat? Steaming up the bunny hutch.

      I write erotica or so I’ve been told.  Wasn’t my intention and I don’t think of my books that way but I do love writing those hot sex scenes.  I see sex as part of life.  People in bed get naked not just physically but emotionally.  It’s a great place to show deep emotions.  And it can help them to grow and bond with each other.  In Wolfman 4 and 5, we see deep into Daniel’s psyche when he’s alone with Mace.  Outside the bedroom, he’s got too many ways of hiding what’s really going on.  But Mace can strip him of more than his clothes!  Daniel finds he has no defense against the emotions Mace evokes. This scene from Wolfman 4: Salvation shows Mace helping Daniel to heal deep wounds.

      Adult Excerpt contains M/M sex that may offend some readers
         He studied my face and for the first time in a very long time, I let it all show: the fear, the remembered pain, the very real humiliation. The feeling of complete helplessness and worthlessness that bastard had beat into me.
         “God, Daniel!” He gathered me close. His strength surrounded me in security and love. “This, this is what I need to feel, Mace.” I whispered against his chest. “Just like this, and then, I think it might be OK. I want to try.” My throat clamped on the sob threatening to rise. “Losing you would be the worst thing to ever happen to me, Mace. I won’t let that motherfucker take you away from me.”
         He laid his cheek on my head, rubbing it in that way they did to sooth each other. “I don’t know if I can be gentle enough.” The deep, gravely words, that monster hard cock rubbing along mine, no fucking kidding he wanted me bad. Heat surged through my cock. He wasn’t the only needy one.
         I reached for his mouth with mine. Passion set loose wrapped us in its whirlwind. Clothes flew everywhere. We tumbled together on the bed, and any thought of taking it slow vanished. Shit, any thoughts at all became impossible.
         Stroking, rubbing, thrusting every inch of ourselves together in a heated wrestling match. I found myself on my back, Mace’s big body covering me, his hard cock slick with precum thrusting along mine. I spread my legs, arching up against him. Wanting. Fuck, yeah, wanting him in me. He kissed down my body, teasing my cock with the tip of his agile tongue.
         I scrambled for the lube. Mace growled, low and sexy, but his claws bit into my skin, trying to hold me.
         “Fuck, lube, Mace!” I should just make a fucking recording so I wouldn’t have to say it again. He grabbed it from me and smeared a finger. I pulled my knees up, giving him access. He moaned, licked his lips while he rimmed me with just one finger.
         I pushed back, wanting him inside. Now! He thrust and the burn stole my breath. He found my prostate and stole it again. My cock nodded its approval, a string of precum oozing from the slit. Mace bent, licked it off while he fingered me, harder, faster.
         I moaned, writhing under his onslaught. “Fuck, Mace, gonna come soon.”
         He snarled, pulling his fingers out. Our gazes locked. This was the moment of truth. Could I turn myself over? He backed up to give me room, soothing me with his touch.
         “I’m OK, Mace.” I breathed through a wave of near panic. I wanted this. This was Mace. My lover, my mate. I relaxed under his touch. Right up until he urged me to my knees. My breath caught and my head spun. No, I could do this. I wasn’t going to freak out. I could take it.
         “Go on, Mace. Just do it.” I looked over my shoulder at him. Tried for a sexy come on smile and knew I failed. My cock wilted under the strain of holding still for him.
         He arched over me, hard body pressed to mine, harder cock sliding between my ass cheeks.  He groaned, thrusting across my opening but not in yet.
         I shook with the effort to stay still, let it happen. This was Mace. I could give him this.  
         He rubbed his head on mine. “Daniel, not like this, can’t take from you like this.” He sounded calm. Which didn’t mesh with the urgency of his body. He moved off me. I heaved a few deep breaths, fighting back the panic. He lay next to me on his side, stroking, kissing, and murmuring soothing sounds. I turned to kiss him and he rolled to his back, opening his body to me.
         “Yes, Daniel. Ahhgggnn.”
         I kissed my way down his body to take his hard, weeping cock in my mouth. He rocked into my mouth. I sucked as he pulled back. “Unnggnnn. Yesss. More, Daniel, in me.” He pushed the lube into my hand. My cock leapt taut to my belly at the mere thought of fucking him. Deep, just like he said he wanted me.
         Urgency flooded me, my balls tight and aching to spill. One greased finger penetrated him. He pushed back, taking me in. Tossed his head back, mouth open gasping his pleasure.
         “Hair, let your hair out.” Was that my gravelly voice?
         He moaned and ripped the tie from his braid. I followed his every move as he freed it to spread around him like a fucking halo.
         Wrapped against his side, I buried my face in it, luxuriating in the silky feel, all while stretching his ass to take me. He rolled to his belly, gaze locked on mine full of need, full of love.
         “Fuck!” That tight, muscled ass flexed as he rose to his knees.
         Yellow gold eyes gazed over his shoulder, sending a rush to my cock. “Mate me, Daniel.”

      Now available from  from Changeling Press
      Wolfman Series
      • Wolfman 1: Apocalypse  Captured by vicious wolfmen, I expected a quick death. Or a slow painful one. They had other ideas.
      •  Wolfman 2: Revelations  What could be worse than getting captured by wolfmen? Try taking one home to meet mom...
      • Wolfman 3: Judgement  The course of true love never runs smooth. For Daniel and Mace it runs red with a river of blood...   
      • Wolfman 4: Salvation  Living with Mace is killing me. Can't eat. Can't sleep. What could be worse? Losing Mace.
      • Wolfman 5: Genesis   One thing stands between Mace and I.  A psycho super rabid with a small army bent on killing us all.

      Wolfman Tales Series

      Viking Seduction Series
      • Blood Slave   It's the twenty-first century. Who keeps slaves anymore? Other than really, really old vampires...
      • Blood Hunter   Boytoy for a sexy blond vampire? No way. This cop has a job: find his daughter, hunt rogue vamps...


      • Soul Bound  Can Ilario and Wulf claim Raven for their own before she gets them all killed?
      • The Wild One, Eireann's Tale Enslaved but not cowed, Eireann would rather die than submit to the Northman determined to tame her.
      Brannan Black 
      Epic Romances, Fantastic Fantasies of the Paranormal kind 
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      Last Post: For The Bite Of It - new vamp series - m/m by Viki Lyn and Vina Grey

      I had fun posting today, and thank you for commenting! I'll leave you with an excerpt from a new release from Liquid Silver Books. Also, don't forget to visit my blog for a chance to win a cuddly white tiger cub - yep, it's really cute! Viki's blog

      FBI is the first book I've written with another author. At first, I wondered how it'd work out. We each took a character, wrote the scene in their POV and then went back and edited each others scenes. I really enjoyed the process - never knowing where the story was heading! Vina is also a good friend of mine, and we have the same humor, so we really enjoyed writing this book! We had a few laughs over it, and then fell in love with Vincent and John, and let's not forget Vince's best friend, Angelo, and John's meddling sister!

      This is the first book published by Liquid Silver Books, and we hope it will becomes a 3 books series. We really want to explore Vincent's vampire world in book 2.

      Buy link

      Here's a quick blurb and excerpt (R rating!):

      John tossed and turned in the cocoon of covers, his skin sweaty, body too hot. Suddenly he found himself standing beside a king-sized bed, looking down at a sleeping Vincent, red sheets pooling around his knees. His breath caught in his throat. How the hell did he end up in this man’s bedroom?

      He scanned the room noticing the stark framed photographs on the walls and the baby grand piano by the sliding glass doors. This was such a vivid dream, none like he’d ever had before or remembered having.

      Damn this was more like a nightmare, his hard-on pressed against his khaki shorts.

      He ran his hand down the worn cotton of his t-shirt. At least he was dressed, but Vincent only sported black silk boxers and a white sleeveless tee.

      The sight of a half-naked Vincent made John extremely uncomfortable, extremely confused and extremely horny. The size of the bed engulfed Vincent. The lean supple body sprawled across the mattress, one leg dangled half off the edge. The man had muscles for being so lean. Vincent’s chest heaved in a relaxed manner, his skin glistening from his night sweat. John let his attention wander downward, the thin silk outlining a good-sized dick making his mouth water. Oh sweet Jesus, he was staring at Vincent’s hard-on and getting all hot and bothered. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. He licked his lips and wondered why he was dreaming this? It was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be.

      Please, for fuck’s sakes, let it be a dream.

      He gazed at Vincent unable to tear his eyes away. Vincent had beautiful thick hair now mussed around his smooth oval face, a face far sexier than any man he’d ever fucked. Yeah, definitely sexier.

      Jesus, what happened to his willpower? He had a choice to control the crazy maelstrom of lust building inside him or give in. Then his gaze honed in on Vincent’s bulging crotch again and his resolve fizzled like a bottle of flat soda.

      Pulling at the hem of his shorts didn’t ease his discomfort. His balls were hot and heavy against his skin. Sweat trickled down his neck, between his shoulder blades. His heart thundered like a racehorse picking up speed, his breath rasping in his chest. If his body had anything to say about it, he’d be jumping the man’s bones any minute now.

      Vincent’s eyes opened and he half sat up, elbows propped behind him. He smiled and John gave in to his impulses. He sat on the bed, his knee touching Vincent’s ribs. When Vincent stroked one finger down his neck, he groaned without meaning to. This wasn’t real. It was just a dream—so why not enjoy it.

      He closed his eyes and took a very deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, nothing had changed. Vincent touched him everywhere, his warm fingers trailing fire in its wake. Vincent pinched and teased his nipples, that ultra-sensitive spot, fueling his lust.

      A gentle brush across his abdomen sent tiny zingers of electric current down his spine. He didn’t care. Didn’t care Vincent’s nimble hands were exploring his body, or that his tshirt was pulled over his head and discarded, leaving him bare-chested, his shorts half opened.

      Hands suddenly rested on his shoulders and Vincent commanded him to open his eyes. He didn’t realize he’d closed them. The sensations were too intense, too alien. Never had a man made him this crazy, this hot.

      And the winners are...

      Last post of the evening for me--I just wanted to thank everyone for commenting (and saying such nice things!). I wish I could have spent more time here today! Equally, I wish that I could award prizes to everyone who commented. Well, okay, I could, but then that would sort of defeat the purpose of a contest, right? :-)

      With that in mind, I'm here to announce the winners in my random-drawing-from-commenters contest!

      The winner of my upcoming release from Dreamspinner Press, Practice Makes Perfect, is hildejohanne!

      The winners of one story from my current backlist are: Stormy, Tabitha Rayne, and elain8!

      I have contact info for everyone except Tabitha Rayne, so if you'd like to contact me, Tabitha, my email is: akasarahmadison at gmail dot com. I will contact Stormy and elain8 and see which stories they would like to receive!

      It's been fun, guys! Maybe next year? :-)

      Free Reads -The colour of Night.

      I love a tall dark stranger and recently wrote a series of 4 flash fiction stories written in diary style by a young woman who meets a stranger and what happens as he gets erm, friendly with her. It has a little bit of a paranormal twist, so I hope you'll enjoy them!

      Please note these were written as part of Silver Flash and some of those links might not lead to the posts you'd expect, but the ladies who join in have excellent blogs worth checking out anyways!

      Excerpt from Raincheck (available on Dreamspinner Press): M/M paranormal romance

      The attack occurred so swiftly, Rodney almost didn’t see it himself. A shadow detached itself from the shelter of an alley and swung down something hard against David’s back and shoulders. David dropped with grunt of pain and lay sprawled face down on the sidewalk. The man standing over him grabbed him by the ankles and hauled him back into the darkness of the alley.

      Rodney dove. He folded up his wings and plummeted down to the street level, his eyes fixed on the spot where David had disappeared. He only pulled up at the last second to swing his feet forward and open his wings to break his momentum. He still landed hard, touching down with both feet and hands in a half-crouching position. He stood slowly, his wings outstretched in agitation, the tips brushing the walls of the alley on either side. His tail arched up over his shoulder, the tip quivering with the need to strike.

      He’d never been so angry in his entire life.

      The man who’d attacked David was kneeling beside him, rifling though his pockets, and shoving whatever he grabbed into his own. He’d paused just long enough to flip open David’s wallet and tip his head to peer at the contents in the dim light before throwing it down in disgust. He was reaching for the canister of blueprints when Rodney moved.

      He caught the mugger by the back of his jacket, his talons sinking into the man’s clothing, all the way down to the skin and underlying muscle. Rodney lifted him off his feet, even as he screamed and flailed blindly with a knife that Rodney hadn’t seen before. Rodney plucked the canister out of the thief’s hand and continued to suspend him in the air.

      “That doesn’t belong to you,” Rodney growled in the man’s ear before hurling him to the oily pavement.

      When the thief rolled over, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he gaped, stupefied, at the sight of Rodney standing there. He dropped the knife, crawling backwards on his rump, desperately scooting away as he worked his mouth, trying to make some sort of sound come out. Tears coursed down his face, gleaming on his skin in the moonlight. Once he’d put a few yards between himself and Rodney, he scrambled to his feet and ran, a half-strangled gurgle of sound escaping his body as he fled.

      Rodney swiftly crossed back to David and crouched, balancing neatly on his toes as he touched David lightly on the shoulder. David groaned and shifted slightly. Relieved, Rodney blew out a sigh before frowning as he assessed the situation.

      Raincheck is a modern-day fairy tale about Rodney, the lonely gargoyle, and his attraction for one of the tenants in his building. Will he ever be able to reveal his true self to the handsome and charismatic David Marshall? Will David be able to see beyond Rodney's horrifying exterior to the real person beneath? (Okay, chances are pretty good that he will, because I write romances, after all, but not all fairy tales have happy endings, you know!)

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      Vamp Series - Kresniks vs. Vampires - m/m paranormal, PG excerpt

      Fighting Chance is part of my Vamp/Kresnik series - it got great reviews for the fantasy elements and the hot temptation between the alpha heros, born enemies and impossilbe lovers...

      I enjoy writing series because it allows me to dig deeper into the characters and the world in which they live in. In Fighting Chance, I explored the Kresnik world and a little bit of the vampire world. I hope to explore Johan's world further in book three.


      Fighting Chance, copyright Viki Lyn 2011, excerpt:

      Chapter One

      Corbin Hamilton stared at the vampire sprawled lazily across his black leather couch. A chill rushed through him from the subzero temperature in his apartment. He averted his gaze from the naked chest and grumbled under his breath at the vampire-strix, who was impervious to the cold.

      "It's fucking freezing in here."

      The wraparound windows of his living area brought in the view of San Francisco Bay enshrouded in damp gray fog. While he loved his top-floor apartment and the leather and chrome furniture with its clean, modern lines, right now it added to the gloomy atmosphere created by the mist.

      Keeping on his wool coat, he raised the temperature on the thermostat. He turned and glared at Johan, daring him to… Oh hell, he didn't know what. Babysitting a vampire wasn't Corbin's idea of a good time; he'd rather kill them. A Kresnik's duty was to eradicate the bloodsuckers, not preserve their pathetic lives.

      Johan lifted his head from the pillow, his chestnut curls flattened on one side. As he sat up, he swept the loose strands off his shoulders, showing off flat, smooth abs.

      Picking up the vampire's shirt, which was carelessly tossed over the back of a chair, Corbin scowled. "Put your shirt on. I have a visitor."

      A spiky-haired redhead peeked his way around the doorjamb of the front door. "Is it safe?"

      Corbin rolled his eyes and motioned for him to come in. "Shit, Simon, get in here."

      "Oh my…" Johan's amber eyes hungrily focused on the redhead. "Such a pretty lad. Come in, come in. I am quite harmless." With his long, slender finger, he beckoned the young man inside. "Corbin, you are forgetting your manners. Are you going to introduce us?"

      Johan, still shirtless, rubbed his stomach, letting his fingers splay across his belly. The vampire's hypnotic gaze focused on Simon's neck as he licked his upper lip. Simon gasped and stepped back as Corbin steadied him by the elbow.

      An inner light shone in Johan's eyes. "So the young lad knows what I am?"

      Simon cleared his throat. "Yeah, you're a vampire."

      "Well, well, you certainly do not mince words."

      A blush turned Simon's face bright red. Corbin pressed his hand on one bony shoulder blade and pushed the messenger toward his office. Once at the door, he shoved the teen inside.

      "Give me a minute. And close the fucking door."

      Corbin strode over to the chair and thrust the white shirt into Johan's solid chest. "Put this on."

      "Does my nudity bother you?" Johan traced a circle around his belly button.

      Corbin leaned in close, letting Johan get a whiff of his scent, and wryly smiled. "Get over yourself. You're not my type."

      "Of course, my Ice Prince. You prefer your lads young and vacuous." He sat up and brushed his curls back, his fangs protruding, shiny, white. "Heaven forbid they might actually challenge your intelligence."

      Was that a hint of jealousy in Johan's voice, or something else? Anyway, what did Corbin care? He flicked his finger on Johan's chest and ignored the low-timbre accent, honeyed and thick with possibilities. "Your fangs are showing."

      "And they fascinate you. You imagine what it feels like to have them buried into your soft neck."

      Nerves fluttered in Corbin's stomach. "You're delusional." But Johan words were too close to the truth. On some level, he couldn't deny the sexual attraction he felt for the strix. He had a curious desire to know how the vampire's heat would feel coursing through his veins.

      "Am I?" Johan stood and moved into Corbin's space.

      Tension ignited a live wire within Corbin as Johan's gaze burned into his crotch. He stepped back from the infuriating creature. Johan had to see the painful bulge in his jeans. It was too obvious for either one to deny it. This unwanted desire caused him nothing but confusion. How could he feel anything but hate for Johan?
      Because he did hate him. Shit, Corbin had wanted to kill him, not rehabilitate him.

      He quickly raised the barriers around his stormy feelings. "I have a stake with your name on it. Don't think I won't use it."

      The vampire's mouth puckered. "I'm hungry."

      Yeah, hungry for more than blood.

      Turning away, Corbin waved toward the kitchen. "It's in the fridge. Feed yourself. You're not helpless."

      "It's terribly vile tasting when cold."

      Grudgingly caving in to Johan's complaint, Corbin headed for the kitchen. He removed his coat and flung it over a chair. Then he yanked open the fridge door and took out the bottle of blood. After placing a pan on the stove, he poured in the liquid and heated it to room temperature.

      His task finished, he set the full glass of tepid blood on the counter and strode back into the living room.

      "Go on. I heated up the damn stuff. I'm not going to serve you too."

      Johan tilted his head. A slow smile spread across his face. He glided past Corbin, touching his arm before disappearing into the kitchen.

      Once in the office, Corbin snapped the lock in place behind him. He faced the door and took a minute to compose himself, then turned around. Simon looked up from a magazine, holding an iPod in one hand, earphones stuffed in his ears. He popped them out and closed the magazine, then tossed it to the floor.

      "It's about time. I don't have all night."

      Corbin sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms. "Don't start with me. I'm in a shitty mood. So who sent you?"

      "The Vaidi."

      The mention of the head of the Kresnik Council sent a wave of uneasiness through Corbin.

      Simon reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled envelope gilded around the edges. "Why couldn't she put a fucking stamp on it and mail it? Or better yet, it's the twenty-first century; just e-mail the damn thing."

      Cheeky kid.

      Corbin took the envelope with trepidation. To be summoned by the Vaidi usually meant he had fucked up. Lately he'd been so preoccupied with keeping an eye on Johan, he'd had no time for vampire hunting.

      Imprinted on the center of the flap was the crest of the House of Hawthorn—a blossoming sprig embossed in gold. He picked up the silver letter opener and slit open the envelope. The notepaper weighed heavily in his hand.

      As he read the message, his hands trembled.

      No, not a fuckup. Far from it.

      After years of hard training and duty, he'd finally reached the pinnacle of his rank. The honor of being chosen for the Siela from the list of qualified slayers filled him with pride. If he passed the trials, he would ascend to the highest rank of a Kresnik warrior, just like his father had. He'd have the special powers needed to go after Hor and seek out his revenge for his father's death.

      He steadied his hands before speaking and hid his excitement behind a brash smile. "Thanks for the delivery."
      Simon's eyes gleamed. "Are you bringing your pet with you?"

      Corbin's smile faded. "You read it?"

      "Steam works wonders, you know." The teen laughed. "I don't think it'll go over so big if he tags along."

      "I should report your ass."

      A chill dampened Corbin's enthusiasm. He couldn't leave Johan alone in his apartment, no matter how much the serum might have changed the vampire. And he wasn't so sure all the changes were good ones. Johan still had to be watched carefully.

      He scratched his chin. "It's not your problem."

      "There're rumors going around about you and your bloodsucker. He's not bad-looking, if you like that sort of thing."

      "What the fuck is it to you?"

      "Heard he's an experiment. You're injecting him with some kind of crap. Do you really think you can cure a vamp? I mean, man, we're supposed to kill the damn things."

      Corbin couldn't argue with Simon's reasoning, because he felt the same. "It's too complicated for your puny brain."

      Simon twisted his mouth into a doubtful scowl. He jammed his thumbs into his jean pockets and slumped farther in his seat. "Why would the Vaidi okay something like this?"

      Corbin had his suspicions, but he wasn't about to discuss Kresnik politics with a trainee. And he didn't like the way Simon looked at him with that distrustful twist of his mouth.

      "What's really eating you?" he asked.

      "Ah, well, it's just… They say you must be getting soft, letting a vampire live with you."

      Corbin stalked over to the chair and pulled up Simon by his shirt. "You tell them if they're so concerned about my ability to kill, to come and talk to me personally." He tossed Simon back down into the chair. "Now get out of my sight."

      Simon bit his lower lip. "Uh, where's the bloodsucker now?"

      Corbin waved away his concern. "Drinking a tall glass of blood by now." He peered at the freckle-faced teen and mocked, "Are you scared? Want me to walk you to the door?"

      Simon straightened his scrawny shoulders. "You're an ass, you know that? I'll let myself out."

      The messenger fumbled with the lock but got the door open and flew out of the room. Corbin sank into the chair once occupied by Simon. Why wouldn't his peers wonder about him, housing a vampire, for Christ's sake? He wasn't sure who knew about the serum besides the Vaidi.

      Corbin picked up the magazine off the floor and rolled it tight.

      When his brother, Stu, had met Aric, Corbin had no idea how it would affect his own life. Aric had been infected by Johan and was slowly turning into a strix. Being a biologist, he'd scrambled to find a cure. Miraculously, he had. The serum had stopped the process of transforming Aric into a full-fledged vampire and also reversed most of the side effects. Convinced the serum could save the damn bloodsuckers, Aric convinced Stu not to kill Johan, but to rehabilitate him.

      Somehow Corbin got stuck with guard duty. Standing, he tossed the magazine into the wastebasket. Bad luck for him.

      Yet if the serum worked, eradicating vampires by turning them into humans would be a powerful weapon in the Kresniks' arsenal. The Vaidi had to understand the serious implications of having such a weapon in their possession. He wasn't ready to face the moral dilemma of turning vampires. Wouldn't that make them just like their enemy?

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      Kresnik vampire slayer, Corbin Hamilton, has vowed to avenge his father's death and kill the prince of the Red Serpent clan. Instead, he's stuck with guard duty for vampire Johan Maier who is becoming human, thanks to a new serum. What's worse, the sexual attraction between him and his prisoner is getting harder to ignore.

      Johan Maier's chance to regain his humanity is a dream come true. If he only he could get Corbin to trust him, they would have a chance at love. Yet, his vampire powers are getting stronger instead of weaker, his blood markers morphing into something that isn't quite human.

      As Corbin hunts the prince, Johan insists on aiding him. He secretly vows to protect Corbin even if it means his death.

      A lusty interlude - Unending Desire - erotic paranormal


      Easing her hands beneath his topcoat and jacket, Regina pushed both off his shoulders. “You like that?”
      He liked what she was doing. With a nod, he shrugged out of his garments. They tumbled in a heap on the hardwood floor. Arms freed, he reached for her.
      Deftly, she escaped his grasp. “I’m not through with you yet. I haven’t even begun.” Sinking to her knees, she pulled his sweater up, her hands going to the circular leather item her people called a belt. With impatience, she worked at the buckle.
      Nikoli’s belly quivered at her knuckles brushing his skin. For weeks, he’d fantasized about her touch. Now that it was reality, he could barely endure the pleasure.
      Drawing her fingertips over the short dark hairs that arrowed beneath his pants’ waistband to his groin, she purred. “Nice.”
      It was far more than that, a word that didn’t exist in her dimension or his. Each stroke of her fingers sent a storm of sensation racing through Nikoli. His scalp tingled, and his legs went watery. Gulping air, he locked his knees to remain standing, then bit back a groan as Regina pressed her face against his flat belly.
      “How about this?” she asked. “Is it what you imagined all the times you watched? Having me at your feet, yielding to whatever you wanted? Taking me anyway you desired, anywhere you chose? For as long as you pleased?” Not waiting for his answer, she explored his flesh with her tongue, sweeping it across his navel only to pause on the small depression.
      As though she hadn’t expected him to have one.
      Drugged by her touch, desperate to keep her at the task, he wanted her to know she had nothing to fear. “Only my palms are different,” he promised, sighing out his words. “There’s no reason to be afraid. We’re all conceived and born the same.”
      A small, indistinct sound escaped her. She rested her forehead against his belly. “I was stupid to think otherwise, Nikoli.”
      He stroked her hair. “You didn’t know.”
      She rubbed her cheek against him. “I want you to understand something—I don’t care how different you are. I’m not afraid.”
      As if to prove it, she eased back and took his hand, folding the cuff of his sweater, exposing his wrist.
      “Regina, no.”
      Willfully, she pressed her mouth to the puncture wounds left from Sazaar’s fangs, her tongue exploring them, her concern only for him, not herself.
      Never had a woman honored him like this, driven by emotion not duty. It was too much for Nikoli to comprehend. He knew he should have pulled his hand back, should have simply taken Regina, relieving both of their needs, but he could not. During the time that remained for him, he craved what she’d willingly give.
      “Will they ever heal?” she murmured.
      Only if he were to live another few months on this side, giving his system a chance to fight all of the poison. Wanting to give her hope they didn’t have, he lied. “Yes.”
      She gave his wounds one last, lingering kiss, then finished unbuckling his belt and unzipped his pants. With her fingers beneath the stretchy undergarments known as boxers, she pushed both items to his knees.
      Freeing his cock and balls.


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      Greenwood Manor--Adult Excerpt

      Author: Shannon Leigh
      Publisher: Amber Quill Press
      Genre: Paranormal Erotica/Ghosts
      Laura Flannery needs a vacation from her boring life and a break from nosy neighbor. So when a postcard arrives in the mail announcing the grand opening of a bed and breakfast in New Orleans, she decides to give it a try. Deposited on the doorstep of what appears to be a beautifully restored mansion, Laura finds it odd the cab driver is so eager to drive away; and that’s just the beginning.

      From a butler who seems to avoid any physical contact what so ever, to a housekeeper who floats rather than walks, Laura can’t help but start questioning her sanity. Then, when a man she’s never seen before appears before her and claims he’s her dead husband, she has to decide if it’s time to head for the hills or stay and discover what secret past she has with Greenwood Manor and it’s handsome, albeit deceased, owner.


      “What are you?” she demanded, stepping a little to the side when the skin on her backside began to smart. “A ghost?”

      Barnabas chuckled. “If that’s what you wish to call me. Then yes.”

      Suddenly feeling exhausted, Laura rubbed her palms over both eyes. “But I don’t believe in ghosts,” she murmured. “They’re not real.

      You can’t be—”

      Before she could finish her lame protest, Barnabas had closed the distance between. “I’ll explain it later,” he said, pulling her roughly, almost violently against him. “Right now, I want to use my energy to feel you. To touch you. To love you. It’s been so long, Laura.”

      Unable to deny the pleading in his eyes or the need in his voice, Laura subtly nodded her head. It was obvious their joining was inevitable. Why delay the longing in her heart?

      His mouth came down over hers in a shockingly possessive kiss. Frightened and elated at the same time, Laura merely clung to his broad shoulders while his lips worked magic over hers. Her mind began the whirl, and she felt as though she were floating on clouds, her feet hovering above the floor.

      Breaking away from his mesmerizing kiss, she chanced to look down. Sure enough, Barnabas and she were suspended several feet above the cushy carpet below. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her body slightly away from his.

      Feeling as though she would fall, Laura let out a yelp of terror and clutched frantically at his arms.

      Barnabas smiled. “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

      Relaxing a bit, Laura let herself drift freely. The air around her was strange, heavy. And yet, she felt weightless.

      While the sensation was certainly bizarre, it was, at the same time, surprisingly exhilarating. When she tried to stop her backward glide, Laura lost her balance and tumbled forward awkwardly. With just a wave of his hand, Barnabas righted her stance.

      “It takes some getting used to,” he said softly. “Just relax, let me guide you.”

      He slowly twirled his index finger, and her body began to turn in response. Laura giggled. “I feel like I’m on display.”

      “Only for me,” he purred. “Only for me.” The husky rumble in his voice made her insides shudder with expectancy. Laura closed her eyes, letting her head fall back slightly. Her long curls brushed against her waistline, tickling her skin. Never had someone’s scrutiny made her feel so alive, so invigorated, so—

      “Beautiful. You’ve not changed a bit.”

      Laura met his heated stare with a shy smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, feeling warmth stain her cheeks.

      Another wave of his hand and she was suddenly moving forward. Her body stopped only inches from his. Her breath caught in her throat when fiery sparks danced in his eyes like the undulating flames of a roaring fire.

      His hands shot out to grasp her upper arms in an almost painful hold. Then he pulled her against him, their bodies colliding with a tantalizing smack as his mouth came down once again to possess hers. “I can’t delay any longer,” he breathed heavily against her lips. His hands transversed the planes of her back, then moved lower to her hips and thighs.

      Laura sensed there was more to the urgency in his voice than merely carnal need. He’d mentioned the constraint of time twice now, leading her to believe he would soon have to leave. Shoving aside her ambiguity of the circumstances involved, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself more firmly against him.

      “I’m ready.”

      His fingers curled around the cheeks of her ass in a firm grip. Then he hoisted her upward, bringing her breasts to his eager lips. While his palms caressed her outer thighs, his tongue laved around one rosy bud, making it harden into a taut bead.

      A deep moan escaped Laura’s lips when he nipped at her throbbing peak. Eagerly wrapping her legs around his waist, she arched her spine, forcing her breast more fully into his surprisingly warm mouth. Barnabas responded with almost feral hunger.

      With their bodies floating weightlessly about the room, his hands were free to explore. Cupping one breast within his palm, he alternated between sucking her nipple and twirling his tongue about it in a

      tantalizing swirl, before lavishing an equal amount of attention on the other.

      Ever so slowly, he moved downward, gently lifting her buoyant frame higher into the air until she could nearly touch the ceiling. His mouth left a tingling trail along her flesh, from the crevice between her breasts, across the flat plane of her stomach, and finally to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

      At the first brush of his tongue against her feminine lips, Laura shuddered. She gasped as electrical sparks of pleasure shot through her apex, radiating to her belly. Her fingers reached for his hair as she spread her legs, encouraging him to taste her core.

      Wrapping his hands around her outer thighs, he coaxed her body to lie flat, nearly parallel to the floor several feet below. No longer afraid of falling, Laura relaxed backward, letting her weightless frame float freely.

      Carefully slipping one knee and then the other over his shoulders, Barnabas began a pleasure-evoking stimulation of her clit that made her head feel as light as the rest of her.

      Laura moaned and writhed against his face as he sucked at her swollen nub, gently drawing it in and out of his mouth. Then he flicked his tongue against it in an up and down motion, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her insides. When he slipped in a finger and started caressing the sensitive spot just inside her sheath, she began to tremble.

      “Barnabas…” she breathed heavily, feeling her feminine juices slip down the crack of her ass as her body tensed.

      But Barnabas ignored her. The tip of his finger moved in circles over that tingling spot inside, while he continued to stroke her clit with his tongue. He obviously knew exactly what to do to bring her to culmination.

      Laura’s stomach clenched. The muscles in her arms and legs tightened as her whole frame started to vibrate. Energy pulled to her pelvis, preparing for release. She tried to hold off, to prolong the pleasure as long as she could. But her mind whirled and she felt as though she were spinning in

      circles. In the next instant, her insides convulsed; there was no stopping


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