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Yep, you know that Vivian Arend’s Wolf Signs is currently being offered as a freebie at Kindle.
But did you know, it’s also free at Barnes and Noble?
For a limited time, you can download the book free, direct to your Nook.
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For the next two weeks you can download Vivian Arend’s Wolf Signs free at Kindle!
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The link will take you directly to the Amazon Kindle page for Wolf Signs.
You have until Feb 28th to get your free copy, and thereafter you have to buy it.
And the exciting bit? This is the first book in the “Granite Lake Wolves” Series.
Happy book shopping.
Unfortunately, living in Australia, we don’t get the book for free. But we do get it almost 50 % off!!!
She’s blogged here often enough that you know I love her to bits. Please welcome Selena Illyria back.
Relationships: When there’s trouble
What do you do when your relationship with the man you love hits a snag?
Kitty and Robbie are Barkus’ version of Romeo and Juliet, dating in secret while their families hate each other for past wounds. Kitty is tired of the sneaking around. She wants to date out in the open, she’s told her parents, Robbie’s been avoiding the issue. Fed up, she kicks him out.
Robbie returns home to win her back. The question is will she accept his apology and take him back?
I love writing about relationships. I had mentioned Kitty and Robbie in Homecoming my first contribution to the Prairie Dawgs multi-author collection from Changeling Press. It was fun to go back to Barkus and explore Kitty and Robbie’s relationship.
The question is when there’s trouble with the person you love, how do you do deal with it?
In Dawg Town’s first novella length release:
Robbie’s a prairie dog shifter… Kitty’s a Scottish Terrier shifter. They’ve been friends since they were toddlers, and lovers since high school. Unfortunately, when their parents, who used to be best friends, had a fight, Robbie and Kitty became the Romeo and Juliet of Barkus, Kansas. They’ve been hiding their love affair for years. Now Kitty’s decided she’s had enough. It’s time to put up or move out. Robbie’s off to tell his parents and has now returned to claim his mate.
Dawg Town: First Snow Selena Illyria
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Kitty rolled over and groaned. A glance at the clock revealed it was one in the morning. She’d been awakened yet again by an erotic dream of Robbie, only to come back to reality. With a sigh, she punched the pillows and tried to get comfortable again. It didn’t work. She missed him, missed his long, hard body pressed against hers. She yearned for the scrape of his hairy legs against her smooth ones and wanted to hear the soft, soothing sound of his breathing as he slept.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she dashed them away angrily. He hadn’t called in a month, and it seemed as if he was avoiding the bar altogether. She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or angry at his absence. Sure, she could do her job in peace, but it wasn’t the same not seeing his smiling, happy face among the boys. Kitty would even put up with his horrible jokes if that meant he’d come back to the bar.
The boys refused to tell her what was going on, which only pissed her off more. Silently, she thought they blamed her for Robbie’s disappearance from the bar. She wasn’t sure whether to be pissed with them for blaming her or mad at herself for not quitting after she’d broken things off with Robbie. Now she was left in a quandary. Did she continue to waitress at the Prairie Dawg bar or move on? There were a few jobs in town she could try her hand at, but none of them would be as much fun as the bar.
She rolled onto her back and let out a soft sigh. The minutes ticked by, and sleep didn’t tug at her eyelids. With a groan of frustration, she threw back the covers and padded out of her bedroom and downstairs. Kitty went into the kitchen and made herself a mocha cappuccino. While the milk heated up on the stove, she went to the window and peeked out. Delicate veins of frost decorated the panes and showed an opaque picture of bleak ground of dull colors. Only the evergreens planted in her front yard and around her house gave some relief from the bleakness. Even the sky was a sad gray instead of deep, dark blue.
Kitty missed seeing the stars winking and sparkling at her as the moon traveled across the sky. She turned away from the scene, took the milk off the stove and poured the boiling liquid into her coffee mix. A small smile curled her lips as she thought of what Robbie would say had he witnessed such a sight.
“That’s not coffee; it’s crap. Let me make you a real cappuccino.” This would of course create a mess in her kitchen and all for a small cup of coffee that wasn’t even hot by the time he served it. She used to tease him about his coffee snobbery, just like his beer. He couldn’t drink just any beer. It had to be a specific brand; even then, it wasn’t perfect. It had to be nice and cold, not in a can but a bottle. Lastly, he refused to just throw it back; it had to be drunk nice and slow.
She took a sip of the cappuccino, savoring the bitter sweetness of the coffee. With a sigh, she wandered over to the fridge and opened it. There, on the top shelf, was a six-pack of his favorite beer, untouched. She hadn’t had the heart to give it away.
The beer was just like his stuff, all over the house. Kitty had asked him get his things, but he had never stopped by, and she hadn’t wanted to call him for fear that she would take him back. Robbie’s worn leather bomber jacket still hung on a hook near the back door. His hiking boots were in the living room right next to his backpack. In her bathroom, she still had all his toiletries.
When Kitty’s thoughts turned to her bedroom, she let out a soft sob. His shirts still hung in her closet along with two spare pairs of jeans. His brush sat on her dresser, and another of his jackets was slung over the back her overstuffed wingback chair. The candles he liked were still scattered around the room. Everywhere she looked in her home, she saw him, them.
Her knees and hands shook. She sat down in the nearest chair and put the mug on the table before covering her face with her hands. Kitty began to sob uncontrollably. ”I wish I could forget you,” she whispered.
Looking for something to warm up your winter, or celebrate the summer heat Down Under? Vivian Arend and Lexxie Couper are spanning the globe to bring you two stories that are sure to make you sweat. Viv and Lexxie are both members of International Heat, and while their stories are not connected in anyway, they happen to have drawn the same release day at Ellora’s Cave.
What better reason to get together to celebrate?
I’m very excited to be able to have Claiming Derryn available to you. This is my first futuristic novella, my first m/m/f, and my first release from Ellora’s Cave. Claiming Derryn is about three friends–and lovers during their days at the Space Institute–who were suddenly separated. Now rejoined in the midst of a rebel uprising, the lines between the good guys and the bad are extremely blurred. Surviving is going to be tough even as they find love. Oh, and if you’ve ever seen Star Trek’s ‘The Trouble with Tribbles’ you’ll understand when I say the ‘sharysa’ are my salute to Star Trek.
It’s a hot, wild ride through the galaxy. Be prepared for a passion that’s out of this world.
There must be something seriously wrong with me. I love writing stories that are dark and twisted, quite disturbing and full of wild dangerous sex. Enter Timeless Wrath. I wrote Timeless Wrath years ago and it was previously released as a novella called Deadly Sins: Anger. It won numerous awards (including the JERR Silver Star Award) but remained unknown to the reading public. However Evron and Ricki’s tale DEMANDED to be heard and, after quite a lot of rewrites, my most erotic book to date comes to you from Ellora’s Cave.
Timeless Wrath has just about everything you’d expect in a Lexxie Couper book – lots of explosive sex, tormented heroes, lots of wild sex, a villain that’ll scare the pants right off you, lots of passionate sex and a love story fated by the Highest of Powers (oh, and lots of sex. Did I mention that?)
I should warn you though. Timeless Wrath isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s violent, at times scary and has been known to cause nightmares…and wicked, wet dreams J
Snippet from Claiming Derryn:
They were pains in the ass. How had she put up with them for five years at the Institute? More importantly, how had she ever done without them? She had to guard her heart because there was no way she would to open herself up to the pain of being left alone, no matter what Trev said about loving her. They’d let her down once, they could do it again.
The best defense was offense.
“Take a walk outside, Davis, you’re so full of shit it stinks in here.”
Davis roared with laughter. He smirked at Trev, their elbows jostling together. “She’s obviously learned to relax her rigid sense of propriety a little.”
He really was impossible. “Go to hell.” She turned to look for a sign of which direction to go, anything to escape from here. From them.
“Tsk, tsk, is that anyway to talk to your new commanding officer?”
Melina froze. No way. She sucked in a breath of air and tried to stop the world from spinning. “You?”
Davis nodded. “Me.”
“No fucking way…”
“What? So I’m a little colorful and inventive in my leadership style. I think after you settle in you’ll enjoy working under me.” His eyes flashed dark, his gaze dropping to her breasts. “You’ll enjoy being under me again.”
Melina turned her back on him. Her heart pounded, panic not far away. Adjusting from being alone to having both men reenter her life in less than a day—it wasn’t happening. They pushed buttons she didn’t want to deal with. Trev appeared by her side, sympathy on his face. She wanted to deny the connection between them, ignore the desires rising as each minute passed. Only a whisper made it out. “I need to get back to the War Eagle. I can’t serve with a man who I’ve…that we’ve…”
“Lived with? Had sex with? Oh yeah, we were amazing together, Melina, admit it.” Trev moved closer, his intentional laziness gone, a dangerous spark that trickled heat through her core warning of his intent.
“Trev!” Melina stepped away.
He gave no quarter, circling her slowly in the hallway. To her right, Davis approached like a prowling beast. Trev chuckled, a warm molten sound that hit her in the belly and spread melting fingers through her. “We’ll just have to work at keeping the bedroom and the bridge separated. I was a little surprised myself, but Davis is an excellent captain.”
“I give great oral…direction.” Davis’ husky tones set a shiver down her spine.
She shook her head rapidly in denial. “How can I take orders from a man I’ve seen naked?”
“Naked and aroused.” Trev reminded her, capturing her from behind. He brushed aside her hair and nuzzled her neck. Memories rose of them surrounding her, wrapping her in their fire and desire and passion. Holy hell, she wanted this and dreaded it at the same time.
“Naked, aroused and mighty fine, admit it.” Davis stroked a finger down the placket of her shirt, and heat shot through her core with a rocket’s blaze.
“It’s never happening again,” she swore, clutching her fingers at her sides to stop from reaching for him.
“Never is a long, long time.” Davis stepped forward and claimed her lips in a kiss that ignited her soul. He drew their bodies together, his spicy male scent enveloping her as his hardness took possession of her softness. He forced his tongue past her teeth, pressing rough and fast, twining with her, consuming her. He dragged his fingers through her hair and pinned her between him and Trev, two solid barriers of scorching heat. When he finally released her lips, Melina gasped for air, clutching his uniform for stability. It had always been like that with Davis, a no-holds-barred attack.
Then he reached past her to where Trev suckled on her earlobe, exploring the sensitive tissue of her neck. Grasping the front of his shirt, Davis hauled Trev forward until he hung over Melina’s shoulder. Their mouths met and tongues explored, a kiss as deep and hard as the one Davis had bestowed on her moments earlier. Her pussy clenched as a rush of fluid flooded her body.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Her heart pounded at the sight of the men together and the heat of passion rising from them, their rigid cocks pressing her on either side. She wanted this—wanted it more than her next breath. Screw the consequences, the backlash from her family and friends. Like any of them cared anymore. Watching the two men she’d always loved kissing for the first time in forever finally set her world back on the right trajectory.
They pulled apart slowly, Davis nipping at Trev’s lip before backing away. He grumbled low in his chest, caressing his thumb over lips swollen from his assault. “I missed you.” His gaze darted to meet Melina’s. “I’ve missed you so much. No more of this stinking talk about never. I want you both back where you belong—at my side and in my bed—and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Snippet from Timeless Wrath:
The drive to Evron’s house was silent, unlawful and torturous. Neither he nor the stunning creature beside him spoke, perhaps still too rocked by the force of their meeting, perhaps too scared to break whatever mystical force had brought about its occurrence. The woman’s car—a bright red rental compact complete with yellow-and-black label still stuck to the dash—moved through the dark streets of Sydney at a speed way beyond the posted limit. If the cops nabbed them they’d both end up in jail. She for driving like a maniac, he for finger-fucking her as she drove.
His cock, longer and harder than it’d ever been, ached, scalding blood pumping through its length. If it weren’t for his jeans, it would be a pulsating poker pointing straight up. Christ, he was in agony.
And it felt wonderful.
He wiggled the three fingers of his right hand again, index seeking the sweetest spot within her sex. The woman’s sodden pussy contracted and a swift gasp slipped past her lips. Shifting back to fourth gear, she flung them around a corner into a dark, narrow alley and hit the brakes, screeching to a stop under a flickering street light.
She stared out the windscreen, hips rocking slowly back and forth. “I can’t wait.”
Her blunt proclamation sent a surge of heat straight to Evron’s cock and he moaned. “Neither can I.”
In the span of a heartbeat, her hands jerked at his belt and yanked down his fly. His straining cock sprung free, the cool breeze of the air-conditioner biting at its fevered flesh. Yet before he could shiver, full, soft lips wrapped around its throbbing length and ecstasy flooded through him.
“Oh, God Almighty.” The words were almost lost in his groan, a groan that grew raw when long, sure fingers slipped around his balls. Ramming his head back against the car’s headrest, Evron stared at the roof, blood roaring in his ears. The warm, wet cavity surrounding his cock slid up and down, teeth and tongue teasing the glans just below the head until he was on fire. “Goddamn it!” he rasped, teeth clenched. “If you don’t stop…”
Evron felt the woman smile.
And then her tongue curled around the base of his cock and licked at his balls.
It was too much. Utter bliss pervaded his body. Hot, squirming and alive. In spurts of jolting pleasure, he came. Eyes closed, heart pounding. “Holy fucking Christ!”
Still she didn’t stop. Her mouth worked at his pulsating shaft, sucking its length, teasing its head. He writhed in the seat, one hand fisted in her glorious, silken mane, the other thrusting harder against her wet, creamy sex. Slurping sounds filled the car’s cab, from her talented mouth and her sodden pussy.
Unbelievably, his spent cock began to stiffen. Barely minutes after erupting his balls were swollen, heavy and ready to burst again. God, how can she do this to me?
He didn’t know.
The word whispered through his mind like pure light. Undeniable and serene. He pressed his palm to the exquisite curve of her spine. “Come up.” The words fell from his lips in a ragged breath. Hell, he didn’t believe it was possible to feel like this, as if he’d been turned into a being of concentrated pleasure. He wanted the woman responsible to experience that same rapture. “I want to…”
He didn’t need to finish. Blue eyes flashing, the woman lifted her head. For a brief moment her honey-blonde hair seemed to blaze with red fire, and then the illusion vanished. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Do you have…?” She let the question dangle, the smile on her lips cheeky.
Without further provoking, knowing exactly what she was asking for, Evron dug his wallet from his back pocket and fumbled out a condom.
“Hmm, perfect.” She took the small foil square in one hand as she reached over his lap with the other, her hand slipping down beside his seat. “Let’s get more comfortable, shall we?” Her shoulder bunched and, with a sharp upward tug, she pulled on the release and dropped his seat flat.
Long legs straddled him before he had the chance to react, negotiating the handbrake and gear knob with ease. Gaze holding his, she brought the condom packet to her mouth and tore it open with her teeth, slipping the small circle of latex from its packaging. Wordlessly, she slid the slick sheath over his erection, his muscles coiling in anticipation as her fingers stroked his hard length. Despite being cramped in the confines of the car, she moved with a fluid grace that made his already straining cock twitch with eager interest and his breath grow more ragged. Goddamn, he was going to asphyxiate with raw lust and he didn’t even know who she was.
It did. A distant part of his brain—the rational part so often strangled by his rage—told him it did matter. He looked up at her, his pulse slamming against his neck, his hands automatically going to her hips.
Ask her name. Before she—
She positioned herself over his lap, stared him straight in the eye and impaled herself on his cock.
Caught your interest? Raised your temperature? Come and see the official blurbs and read longer excerpts at Ellora’s Cave. Both books are now available.
Ever get the sense you’re living in a cloud?
It’s been raining here for days. Haven’t seen the sun in forever – and it’s the middle of summer.
Everywhere I look there’s water.
This is a photo of the park in front of our house. It’s totally waterlogged.
My poor dog. Usually he gets to run for ages through the field and into the bushes, where he chases every living thing he can find. (And buh-lieve me, there is a lot living on those bushes.) Now he has to make do with a ten to twenty walk between rainstorms. He’s going nuts. And so am I!
Today Steve’s Story released in print. And to celebrate I took a couple of pics of my very own books.
Wanna see them?
The first three are, of course, of Steve’s Story:
Then I thought, hmmm, well Steve’s Story is the second in the Circle of Friends series, so I took a couple of pics of Only Tyler too:
And, well, once I was snapping away anyway, I figured, ok, why not take photos of all my print books together…
And then I took more photos of Photo Op, Ask Adam and Three’s Company. Lots of them. But since this blog celebrates the release of Steve’s Story, I won’t post the rest here. (Although the temptation is killing me.)
Please – no nasty comments about the quality of the photos. I’m a writer, not a photographer. So I apologize for the shiny glints reflecting off the covers. While the books might look glorious and glossy in my hands, apparently they don’t translate so well into camera talk.
So, want a little reminder about Steve’s Story?
Sure. Here’s the blurb:
When love is threatened by truth, every moment counts…
Circle of Friends, Book 2
Steve Sommers is having a gut-wrenching week. His fiancée has left him, the woman who broke his heart is back in town—and they’re all gathered at the bedside of his best friend, who’s in a coma. The emotional ties between them are strained to the breaking point. Like it or not, it’s up to Steve to find the strength and compassion to support the four of them through the toughest ordeal of their lives.
In the midst of the turmoil and trauma, passion unexpectedly flares anew between Steve and the woman he loves. Suddenly the future he’d believed lost lies within his reach. But she still carries the secret that once tore them apart, and determined to protect Steve from the truth, she fights their rekindled relationship every step of the way.
Now the fragile bond they’ve developed hangs in the balance, threatened by a reality that love may not be strong enough to overcome…
Product Warnings: This book might just make you cry, but it’ll make you smile as well. The story will probably get you all hot and bothered too. It contains naughty activities in the car, sex on the kitchen counter (and up against the wall), a quickie in the garden, a little experimenting with scarves—oh, and some hot loving in the bedroom.
Did you notice I put the first sentence of the warning in a different color? Well, there’s a reason. The book is pretty sad. It’s also realistic and may not be everybody’s cup of tea. If you’re looking for a light-hearted, fun romance – this isn’t it. Yep, there’s a happy ending (helloooo? I write romance), but it’s certainly not your classic And they lived happily ever after ending. If you’re looking for a hero who knows where is heart lies and refuses to give up on his heroine – no matter what obstacles they face, then this is the book for you!
If you’d like to read an excerpt of Steve’s Story, just click here.
To buy the print book, go to My Bookstore and More.
If you’d prefer the book in e-format. No prob. Click here.
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