Please Welcome Selena Illyria

She hasn’t been round to visit in a while, but I’m happy to say Selena Illyria is back! She’s had about 14 547 new releases since last she blogged here, and is about to tell you about yet another one.

Ready for it?

Then please welcome Selena!!!

Jess

Last Call Europe: Chocolate Shock

Drink Recipe: Chocolate Shock Cocktail Recipe

Ingredients

1 shot Cinnamon Liqueur

8 oz (Hot) Chocolate

Directions

Pour aftershock into a heatproof cup with hot chocolate, and serve.
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That was the drink I chose for my contribution to the fantastic Last Call Europe series a spin off of the fantastic Last Call series by Moira Rogers.
I had many ideas for my story, wasn’t sure where to begin and then the Love Fairy came along and with her a sexy jaguar shifter. Up until this point I hadn’t written a cat shifter even though, I’m more of a, *whispers* cat person. Shhhh, don’t tell my werewolves. *Chuckles and looks around nervously* Anyway, I wasn’t sure what to expect with this story.  I had the premise down but this couple just surprised me.
Garrison was a joy to write, so sexy, his sole focus on Alastrina, so intense and yet he has his shadows. One day I’ll delve deeper into what makes him tick. I just know there’s a tale or two there. And if you’ve read the story, you know that he mentions a brother, who is very much alive and is in fact a werewolf. Just thought I’d throw that out there. Hehe.
As for Alastrina, the Love Fairy angle just came to me. I pictured this petite, curvy fair with pink streaks in her curly hair who was just worn out. Her boss had been working her hard and she just wanted a break from it all. She goes to the Last Call Bar in London for a night away, some time to herself and what’s a bit of sex too top everything off.
This story was just too much fun to write and I fell in love with his couple and the secondary characters. I do plan on revisiting the Last Call Europe bar again, I’ve contracted a story called Dog Sled for it. I’ll let you make your own assumptions about what will happen there. But I also want to give Alastrina’s Fairy friends their own stories as well as Garrison’s brother. *Grin*

Here’s a peek at Last Call Europe: Chocolate Shock. Enjoy!

Out Now at Changeling Press!
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All romanced out, Love Fairy Alastrina is tired of putting together happy couples. All she wants is a little bit of “me time” to forget her job for one night. She strides into Last Call: London looking for some action.
Chocolate Shock: Heat packed sexin’ — no baggage required or desired.
Rebellious leopard shifter Garrison Fredricks may be the answer to all her needs. Some sexy talk and a bit of action is just what the love fairy ordered. Only problem is he has a teensy-weensy little secret that may piss her off. And a Love Fairy pissed off is not a good thing.

Adult Excerpt ®

Last Call Europe: Chocolate Shock

Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2009 Selena Illyria

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Garrison’s beer arrived. He took a pull from it and slouched in his seat, still bored, still restless. The door opened and out of habit he glanced toward the entrance, only to have his breath catch in his throat. His heart skipped a beat and then sped up. Warmth flowed over him as his body tightened. His cock hardened and pressed against his jeans.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned, as he watched the woman in the tightest jeans he had ever seen stroll into the bar and wind her way gracefully through the crowd. She had a corset that showcased her high breasts and a small waist. Her ass made him want to bite his bottom lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape.
She was a tiny thing with riotous dark brown curls streaked with pink. When she turned around, he saw her face. Her features were delicate with a small pert nose. Her lips were full and tempting, slicked with shimmering pale pink gloss.
Blow job lips, he thought, and he wanted those lips on him, covering his body in sweet love bites before she sucked him off ’til he shot his load down her throat. His cock jumped as the fire burning within him became an inferno lapping at his veins.
His leopard scratched at the flesh bars of its prison, wanting to go up to the woman it desired and mark her with its scent. She made things worse by turning back toward the bar, giving him another glimpse of her perfectly rounded ass. The corset left a wide strip of skin exposed above the waistband. Her perfect mocha skin was adorned with a colorful tattoo done in glittering pink ink. He had to strain his eyes to make out the glyphs and symbols on her lower back.
“Lean over some more, love. Give daddy a good look at what it says,” he urged softly. As if she heard him, she stuck her ass out further and he sucked in a breath as his pulse pounded in his ears and need roared through him. He had to shake his head to clear the lust wrapping around his mind like a gossamer web.
He squinted to see better and read the tattoo.
“Fairy Alastrina, daughter of Elan, servant of Labhaoise.” He stroked his chin, his fingers slightly burned from the abrasion of his stubble. Half of his brain saw opportunity to bring a genuine Fairy to Eros, and the other half wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her.
“Alastrina.” He tested her name on his tongue. The sound of his voice came out husky with the edge of a purr. An image rose of him pounding into her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy before he came himself, spurting his seed deep inside of her as he called out her name, and he swore. Their sweat-slicked bodies moved and ground against one another as they started yet another round.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted. This was not what he needed. Tomorrow he would be going to see Eros. A meeting with him was draining. The love god liked to pick and poke at Garrison’s mental shields. It was a game of chicken because Garrison would be doing the same. Five hundred years of servitude to Eros had taught him all of the god’s weaknesses but no way to exploit them, although Eros knew all of Garrison’s weaknesses and abused them every opportunity he got.
One of his weaknesses was standing a few feet away. This night was either gonna be hell or heaven. He wouldn’t put it past Eros to send him a sexy little gift in the form of this Fairy. Whether it was a trap or not, he was going to fall into bed with her. The question was how. There were others who had noticed her arrival. One of the bolder admirers strode up to her. Before he could even open his mouth he was shot down and sent on his way, a deep red flush of embarrassment on his cheeks for his trouble.
“Mmmm, sassy, I like that.” Garrison sat back and watched as, one by one, men and even a few women went up to curry her favor. After the fourth person was sent away he couldn’t help but wonder why they all wanted a piece of her. She was gorgeous but there had to be something else. He decided to test a theory.
With great concentration he dropped his mental shields a sliver and tasted her power. It was like the sweetest, thickest honey. There was a hint of spice, an indefinable quality that made its potency richer, more seductive to the palate. Power rolled off of her in waves.
Understanding dawned on him all at once; she was a Love Fairy. Legend had it that to be touched or even come in contact with one could bring you good luck in the love department. They weren’t hitting on her. They were asking for her services. He felt bad for them but most of all he felt sad for her. Must be tough never being off the clock to some people. Then again, he could understand how she felt. He was at Eros’ call night and day. Didn’t matter where he was, who he was with or what he was doing, if Eros summoned him Garrison had to go.
As he studied the woman, his desire burned through him. Instead of doing his usual saunter up and try his luck routine, he decided to wait and see what developed. If he played his cards right, there would be no need for him to do anything.

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http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1237

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