Free Print book giveaways! First up, The Ulfric's Mate

 

 

 

Hi!! Well, guess what? I've been a busy girl! I've done loads of things, from finishing a fancy dress that needs a fitting, 

 

 

 to finishing a super secret painting job,

(no, this is not the secret painting job. Just how thick do you think I am?!) *the above is painted with left over paints from the super secret job*, to putting out new books, to dealing with the over 100 degree heat with no air conditioner, and trying to replant my container garden which a neighbor kid destroyed, on top of health issues and physical therapy, let's just say my brain is a massive puddle of icky, sticky goo! Honestly, I'm trying to write! I had planned to have three shorts and panthers finished last month. Now it looks as if I'll have to do a major push to get it finished this month! Also, I had planned to do more blogging. Does it count that I did a few in my head? It's more than I was doing before LOL

Now, for the big deal. You have two days left to enter the Goodreads giveaway! This is for a print book, people! And, better yet, this one is open to GB, US, and CA!!!! So fly, my pretties! Add your name to the drop!

As you can see, although my amount of words have not been gratifying, I have been busy finding review quotes, getting print covers, setting up blog tours, marketing, etc for my writing. While all of this is a necessary evil (except getting the covers!! I love getting covers :D), and has to do with writing even, it does not fill the part of me that wants to be writing grand adventures and getting the world to read! Nor does it provide my brain with the outlet for the million and one worlds and people floating through it's head. I must get back to writing. I have it on my list now. Oh, what lists? Well see, I've started making lists. And they helped me through the horrific health issues this time. And though I still had bad side effects, I did much better! It also took less time to recover and become productive! I am a list making fool now! Watch out ;) World Domination in progress.

Now, since I haven't quite accomplished that bit, will you please enter and/or go buy your copy of the paperback, or, for the price of a good mocha, get your ebook here.

Anyway, time for me to go! Good luck :)

Faberge Nostromo, As Dreams Are Made On

Hi everyone :)

Today we have Faberge visiting us in his first ever f/f romance. And it's a doozy. He tells you a little about how the story came about, so I'll leave that to him. :)

*sniffs and grabs the hanky* Also a proud author moment for me. And he doesn't know it, but I'm currently writing another sci-fi, trying so hard to finish it by end of this weekend... *wails in happy author moment* Thank you Faberge!!

 Now for the star of this Succulent Saturday Stories. :D

It's so lovely to be here with Leona today. She's been enormously supportive of my writing and I am hugging her to bits over t'interweb.

So, I want to talk about As Dreams Are Made On, my sci-fi F/F update of Shakespeare's The Tempest (I like to think it's where the Bard might have taken it had he seen Star Trek) and the authors who've helped it on its way.

It was kicked off by a Facebook group floating the idea of a Shakespeare inspired anthology of short stories. The Tempest has long been a favourite of mine from when I saw the 50s SF movie 'Forbidden Planet' and someone explained that it was Shakespeare in space. I've seen the Royal Shakespeare Company do it with Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise) as Prospero.

I was also inspired by Leona's "The Captain's Christmas" but I've not told her that... yet. I wondered how romance in space might play so I read it to get a steer. My Captain Jane Ferdinand's not like Leona's Captain Faraway Hastings though, but I think they might get on.

As Dreams Are Made On also features a very adaptable android, R.E.L., and writing his interaction with both Captain Ferdinand and Miranda, my marooned alien girl, took me a few light years out of my comfort zone. Who better to check that with than Doris O'Connor, author of many, many books but especially "Man-Droid The Orgasmatron"? She didn't actually laugh out loud or suggest I bin it so I carried on.

I dived into Shakespeare on my kindle and hit Wikipedia and Google for dates, events and themes in Shakespeare and for images to inspire me. I also revisited Forbidden Planet and a lot of Star Trek. That wasn’t hard though as I am a total Trekkie and frankly, once I typed the word "bo'sun" it practically wrote itself.

Last, but soooo not least, port of call—or space port of call, I suppose—was Raven McAllan who, despite usually going nowhere near space, androids or starships in her work has written enough romance novels to stretch from here to the Andromeda nebula (and that's a long way). She really is the go-to girl on style, structure and steaminess. She snipped at a few –ing words here and there and also didn't laugh out loud.

Thank you all, ladies. As Dreams Are Made On wouldn’t have happened without you. I hope you like it.

 

BLURB -

A stricken starship, a captain lost in space; a beautiful alien girl, marooned and adrift in time; the perfect robotic servant. Can he help them come together and find the space and time for love?

Faberge Nostromo takes Shakespeare's 'The Tempest' far into the future and onto a world where two women find that love, with the aid of a very capable android, can be such a thing as dreams are made on.

EXCERPT -

 

"I am a woman, Miranda. Flesh and blood. The same as you."

Miranda breathed in slowly, her gaze flitting from Ferdinand's eyes to her lips.

"Yes. Yes. You are. Captain, kiss me again."

Ferdinand sought Miranda's mouth now, more eagerly, and darted her tongue inside. The kiss was full and deep, both girls probing and tussling with their tongues as Ferdinand ran her fingers through Miranda's long purple tresses. Miranda put a hand on the small of Ferdinand's back, pushing harder, and with her other hand stroked Ferdinand's neck. She used her hands to explore every inch of Ferdinand's back and shoulders, gently sliding over the silver of her uniform, tracing her spine and muscles through the tight material, kneading and caressing in turn.

Their mouths parted, tongues teasing until Ferdinand leaned to one side and danced a series of butterfly kisses on the smooth blue skin of Miranda's neck and throat. Miranda gasped and slid her hand around from Ferdinand's back and inched toward the curve of her breast.

"Captain..." Miranda whispered.

"Jane. It's Jane," Ferdinand replied in between the pattern of kisses she was placing on Miranda's neck. Miranda inched her fingers toward Ferdinand's breast until they gently brushed the smooth lower curve. She stopped.

"Jane, should I..."

"Yes, Miranda," Ferdinand replied. She placed a hand on Miranda's and gently moved it up until Miranda's slim blue fingers covered her breast. "Let your emotions and desires tell you what to do."

Ferdinand's nipple hardened as Miranda gently explored the curve and outline of her breast through the tight silver of her uniform. Ferdinand released her hand and placed her own on Miranda's pert, firm breast, feeling her nipple already hard through the silk. She circled the tight button with her thumb and felt Miranda mirror her movements.

They kissed again, deeply, as each felt the other's soft curves and hard nipples, Miranda's fingers exploring, Ferdinand's confident and insistent. Ferdinand was wet now and wanted those smooth blue fingers to explore inside her. She knew she had to gently lead Miranda there, to teach her, guide her.

 

Buy Link -

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=2&products_id=542&zenid=ad967b50531768ef0bc7d4da85c72363

 

Faberge Nostromo grew up in the East End of London before escaping to East Anglia. He has been a civil servant, a tea boy, sound engineer, a librarian and an IT consultant but always knew that he was a writer. He now lives deep in the heart of Suffolk with his wife, son and too many guitars.

http://fabergenostromo.blogspot.co.uk

https://twitter.com/FabergeNostromo

https://www.facebook.com/FabergeNostromo

http://www.pinterest.com/fabergenostromo/

Other great book by Faberge Nostromo and Breathless Press:

 

Panthers and Precincts ~ Deadra Krieger

Hi :)

It's time again for my Succulent Saturday Stories and I have my good friend and editor here today under her other hat: author! Great start to a series that will warm your hearts. And by the way, I'm not letting her around my dog or cat. The stories they would tell. She makes me go outside and pee or poop. She kicks me off the couch when I'm stealing her food. She spanks me when I eat the kids food. I mean, come on, we all know the kid isn't going to eat his broccoli. She made me get away from the stove when she was cooking. Was even rude about it! I never! Yeah, we'll hide the pets when she's here...

I give you, Deadra :D

A Little Magic in Us All

During edits, I brought up the fact that Magic is based on a cat I had the pleasure of living with (because let's face it, you never truly own a cat) a few years ago. The cat, large and black, sported the name Xerxes and could talk. "Yeah, no, Mom, down, uh-oh, rain, tuna, turkey, bath, now, pill (treat), and Frrrost (the name of my other cat who was his best friend)" are the words I heard him say most frequently. I'm not sure why Xerxes could talk so well, much less in context. Perhaps it was due to my son going through in-home speech therapy and Xerxes listening to them? Maybe it was because as a Siamese and Egyptian Mau mix, he was one of the more vocal breeds?

It could be that, like my character Zeara, I'm an animal empath.

There, I said it. I let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. How does one know they are an animal empath? Well, I didn't. Not at first. I spent the first seven years of my life believing everyone could understand the animals in the same way I can. I learned their language the same as any toddler learns their natural language. I had great teachers. My mother's cat, Theodin who was old and wise at the age of 12. My father's German Shephard mix, Necron, who was enthusiastic and talked all the time. And then there was Pepi—a border collie who watched over me from the moment I was born and who taught me many things. The woods are full of coyotes who will kill and eat you. The road is made of things that will smash you to pieces and kill you. The abandoned chicken house is full of snakes that will bite you and make you sick. Pepi drove me crazy as a child. He wouldn't let me go anywhere or do anything. I distinctly remember wailing in my backyard at the age of four because, once again, Pepi drug me away from the edge of the woods by the seat of my pants.

Now you are probably asking how I am able to understand animals. It's not Doctor Doolittle where the animal opens their mouth and speaks human. I've always explained it like this: if you are fluent in a secondary language, do you mentally translate it to your native tongue when you read or listen to someone speaking the second language? That's what I do. Every ear perk, every chatter or growl, every tail lift or lower has meaning in the language of animals. I can tell from looking at a cat's pupils if it is excited and ready to play, or frightened. I can tell from a dog's bark if it is bluffing about the bite, or if it honestly means to follow through. Then there are the pictures and emotions. I could go on and on about it, but if you truly wish to learn what it's like to live through the eyes of an animal empath, then I can only suggest reading the Faxfire Series. Otherwise, I'd end up high jacking poor Leona's blog, and as much as I love her company, I don't want to be rude.

As is, thank you for having me, Leona. And remember, be aware of what you say or do around your animals. You have no idea the things they blab about when someone like me visits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gorgeous cover! BP covers really do stand out, don't they? Now, if you're wanting to get social with her, or buy her books, you can STALK her here:

 

 

Social links:

 

Website: dfkrieger.com

Official Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/D-F-Krieger/177107165643929

Faxfire Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FaxfireSeries

 

Buy Links:

Breathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=13&products_id=531&zenid=0b5bb1524c39b159e630dcc39d90789b

ARe:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-panthersandprecinctsfaxfireseriesbook1-1405502-143.html



Decadent Kane on Succulent Saturday Stories

Today's Succulent Saturday Story is with Decadent Kane and her mischievous elves. I asked her to talk about her Series a little bit for it is more a collection of stories about a world with many facets. Here's what she had to say. (well, after a quick peek at her delicious cover.)

The trouble with elves series.

 

I wanted a line or catch phrase for a set of books I wanted to write. Not a set that would flow one from the other. More a catchy phrase to use for every standalone elf related paranormal romance book I wanted to write- I wanted it all to be under a 'series title'

Every book in this series is about elves.

Every book in this series includes some aspect of the elven realms.

The rest- well that’s where it's not so series related.

My trouble with elves basically gives me room to play with elf couples, to mingle in nearly any aspect I want as long as trouble and elves are involved.

You can pick up any of my books and go from there- you don't have to back track. The first one is about Christmas elves, the second one is about a goblin cursing an elf. The next one I wrote has pirate elves, after that bounty hunting elves.

See the last thing I want is for every story to have the same exact elements.

When you pick up a book in my series I want it to surprise you.

 

 

 

Here is the blurb:

 

Breaking a goblin's curse is more difficult than Clover thought. Especially when love and nightshade are crucial ingredients.

For two years, Clover has been at a goblin's beck and call. Two years of no orgasms. Until she heard a rumor the sage witch could help her break the goblin's curse. There's only a few minor details, like how would she find love on short notice and how deadly are nightshade berries?

Reed's life was simple—own a bar, walk to work, fight a little. He didn't expect to tangle with a wanton elfess who disappeared on him not once but twice. Let alone save her from a depraved goblin. He'd sworn off women like her for good, so why did he feel the need to protect her?

You can get the latest rendition in The Trouble With Elves world in multiple formats here.

 

 

Want to stalk follow her and learn a little more about her? Here's her bio.

 

 

Bio

If I had to describe myself, it would be in a word that has infinite meanings with a complexity which falls off the tongue.A word made up of many elements, is deceptive in appearance, and creates an illusion from the imagination. My word would be Phantasmagoric.

 

You can find Decadent Kane at:

FB : https://www.facebook.com/DecadentKane

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DecadentKane

Blog: http://decadentkane.blogspot.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/23398789-decadent-kane

Newsletter: https://www.facebook.com/DecadentKane/app_100265896690345

 

 

Raven McAllan Miss Simpkins' School: Miss Flora

Hi all!! *Waves Madly* I'm so so so sorry! I missed posting this at the release time, but now, she gets to be the very first in my new blog feature, Succulent Saturday Stories! Whether looking for a quick read, or something more, you'll find new stories here every week!

Hot writer, and a regency favorite, Raven McAllan brings us a whole new series to love. Take it away Raven!

Sometimes an idea jumps up and metaphorically bites you in the bum. Sometimes it creeps up and taps you on the shoulder. And then again (note, the editor in Leona will be cringing at all these 'sometimes', oh how I love to torture her), sometimes it does both.

With Miss Simpkins' story it was most definitely both.

I don't know if you're like me but sometimes, (sorry couldn't resist it) a minor character catches your attention, and you think "oh I wonder what happened to her?" That's how it was with Molly Simpkins. She was a very minor, but a pivotal, (you know I've wanted to use that word for years) character in one of my earliest books, A Most Unusual Mistress. Without her, there would have been no book, but we only met her very briefly.  Ever since then, I found myself wondering what she got up to.

Well, now I know. She opened a 'school'. Where Seduction's the game, and success is the aim. Flora ia her first student.

Ex mistress to an Earl, who better than Molly Simpkins to show Flora how to ensure she gets what she needs from her marriage?

Flora's intended has idea she doesn't agree with. Angus thinks she should be happy to live at their Scottish estate whilst he spends his time in London.

It may be the way of the ton, but it isn't going to be Flora's way. This is her chance to show Angus what he'd miss if he leaves her alone. There's only one thing, she doesn't know how.

Luckily Miss Simpkins does.

 

Here's a wee taste…

 

“Ah, so good. Fraser. I need to know.”

“Know what? Tell me, Flora, show me what you want.” His finger moved in her, and yet more stings and tingles enveloped her. She began to lose the ability to speak, let alone think. What had he asked?

“What? Ah, everything, I have to experience everything.” Her tongue seemed to have developed a mind of its own, and she had trouble forming her words.

He moved so fast she didn’t have time to look and admire his body as he pulled the banyan over his head and stretched out on his back next to her.

“Then take what you need.” He spread his hands out wide.

What? He expects me to touch him? How, I wonder? She decided that perhaps to mimic some of his actions would be acceptable. But she was naked, and so was he, what if? Stop thinking and just do something. Before she had a chance to change her mind, Flora scrambled onto her knees and knelt by his side. As she dipped her head her hair brushed his chest and he groaned. She pulled back in alarm, but he grabbed her arm.

“Oh no, don’t stop. I’m interested, very interested to see what happens next.” He rubbed her arms in a soft soothing manner. “That gentle caress had to be the prelude to so much more. Touch me, as you like to be touched.” He guided her hand to his chest. “I promise you won’t give me pain—not in a bad way.”

Emboldened by his words and actions, Flora circled the dark male areolae one by one, and pinched his nipples in much the same way he had done to her. His eyes deepened in color as the nubs hardened under her touch.

“More.” Just one word, designed to make her feel empowered. She bent her head again and laved the area with her tongue before taking one nub into her mouth and grazing it with her teeth. It was his turn to gasp.

“Heaven.”

She had to agree with him. Each touch she gave him made her ever more excited, and her juices increased, to coat her thighs. She shifted her body, and he grasped her waist to hold her closer, until she was half on top of him. Something hard pressed against her side. She did a mental inventory of where she was and realized his cock was rubbing her.

“I think my pego is ready for you, my dear. Eager and in dire need of attention.”

Flora took a swift glance downward and then looked back up to his face. He was correct. She wasn’t sure she was ready to take his prick in hand yet. In the moonlight, Fraser’s eyes glittered and the smile he gave her was one of encouragement. “Don’t give up now, my love. Finish what you’ve started.”

That was the problem, what had she started? “I don’t know how,” she said. “Will you show me?”

“For someone who doesn’t know how, you have a gift be- yond price,” Fraser answered her, his voice deep and smooth, like liquid chocolate. “My body is oh so ready to fuck. I would very much like to feel you around me, to feel my cock deep inside you, and bring us both to climax. However, there are a couple of things that need clarifying first.”

There was? Flora wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. The deep grey eyes now had a hint of steel in them, and his mouth had firmed. How he could turn from lazy-eyed lover to this implacable dominant male she wasn’t sure. She pulled back to kneel on her knees and Fraser didn’t stop her.

“I also wish to understand something.” She did her best to sound in control of herself, and not a quivering mass of need.

“Like what?”

She guessed the loud thumping she could hear was her heart as she decided how to reply. “Why do you want to marry me? Why me and not any other acceptable female? What makes you think I’m the right person for you? To bear your children, continue the line, and to do all your countess should.” Would he answer her? If he did, would it be what she wanted to hear?

The silence lasted for all of the count of thirty noisy heart- beats. Flora began to worry. Had she done everything wrong? She began to edge backward. He shot out his hand and caught her un- aware and she toppled forward onto his hard body once more. His cock wedged between them and tickled her quim. Then he smiled slowly as he rolled her under him, and looked down on her as he rested on his elbows. The scant inch between them heightened her arousal, until her body was a mass of tiny pin pricks and ripples.

“Because I only want you, have only wanted you since you so prettily asked me to marry you all those years ago. Hell, I’ve waited with as much patience as I could muster. So many years as I watched and hoped no other would catch your eye. The older you grew, the prettier you became, the harder it was for me to stand back and wait. But I promised John I would let you grow without preconceived ideas of your future. No longer, let me show you.” He knelt up, and grasped her ankles.

Her legs were parted as he placed one foot on each of his shoulders. Flora watched wide-eyed, her throat tight, and her mouth dry as he took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly from glistening tip to hard balls. She bit her lip. His prick was so big, its purple head slick with his juice, and the veins along its length stood out and beckoned to her.

“Are you ready?”

*****

you can buy Flora here…

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=17&products_id=508

 

http://www.amazon.com/Miss-Simpkins-School-Flora-Seduction-ebook/dp/B00GUAUJ1Y/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1385111640&sr=1-3&keywords=raven+mcallan

 

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Miss-Simpkins-School-Flora-Seduction-ebook/dp/B00GUAUJ1Y/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1385111640&sr=1-3&keywords=raven+mcallan

 

http://www.bookstrand.com/miss-simpkins-school-flora

 

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-misssimpkinsschoolflora-1352197-340.html

 

And check out Raven at www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading,

Love R x

 

 

SJ Thomas Naughty Nursery Rhyme

Hi all!

I have the lovely SJ Thomas's Naughty Nursery Rhyme today :)

As you know if you follow my blog, I have one as well. *dances* SJ's is Haye Deborah Diddle and the cover is fantastic. It may be my favorite cover in the Naughty Nursery Rhyme line!!

Want to see it? Of course you do. Pics are fun, and covers are the bomb.

When Deborah Diddle leaves her quiet village to escape a forced marriage, she soon comes across Haye, the most seductive and mysterious male she has ever seen.

Haye offers to teach her about the desire she craves, but he is not of the mortal world, and to know his touch Deborah must face the challenges of his forest; a world of bizarre and fantastic creatures, seductive temptations, and dangerous enemies.

Will Deborah succeed and win Haye? Or will she succumb and lose both herself and the male who stirs her body and soul...



That sounds exciting! A definite keeper in the Naughty Nursery Rhymes!!!

This is release weekend, so be sure to say hi, and go get it! If you go here you can see the whole line of them. We're up to eleven now with this wonderful addition.

If you love a little spice in your life, and you like things tantalizing, you'll want to own all of them! If you're looking for a little taste, Haye Deborah Diddle is a good place to start.

Buy info for her book specifically is here.

If you've been lucky enough to have picked up and read it already, I'd love to hear what you think in the comments. :)

Thanks SJ for a great addition to our fun line.

Dianne Hartsock and Breathless Press Round Robin

So hey! Thanks Leona for hosting me on your lovely blog again. Welcome everyone to my last stop in this fun filled Breathless Press Round Robin! The hop continues without me for another week, but I'm stepping off the merry-go-round. Hope you're enjoying the ride as much as I am.

I've learned a little bit more about the fabulous authors at Breathless Press and got to read some super-hot excerpts of their books.  If you've missed any days, use the hashtag #BProundrobin on Twitter to find some of them listed. The rest you can find on Breathless Press' Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/415561531812860/

Also, if interested, you can find my books with Breathless Press listed here: http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&zenid=v0920qvi64l3tj2sicg5ea1q77&keyword=dianne+hartsock&x=47&y=13

I write sweet, hot m/m erotic romances for the simple fact that I find men delicious, and how else can I make love with several of these gorgeous creatures without getting into trouble?  *glances over shoulder* I tell my husband that he doesn't need to be jealous of the men in my books. After all, they're gay and would have no interest in a girl like me.

What I don't tell him is that in my somewhat naughty imagination, every day rules don't always apply. *wink, wink*

I've also gotten a little braver this year and have a story with Breathless Press coming out later this summer where I've taken the plunge into the volatile erotic world of m/m/m.  Yes, I went there! I'll give out more details when I have a release date and cover art.

In the meantime, I'd like to leave you with a snippet from my Free Read, DAMON'S TOUCH. If you'd like, pick up a copy for yourself. Thanks so much for stopping in!

 

Damon's Touch

ARe Books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-damon039stouch-1005996-139.html

Damon's hunger gnaws at him. He needs to feed soon before desire overrides caution and he enters the village.

For Lacey, the sight of Damon drinking from his brother's throat should repulse him. Instead, he's oddly aroused. Damon is all his fantasies come true. Lovely and dangerous.

As Damon's prisoner, Lacey's love for his beautiful captor grows, but will love be enough to set them both free?

Excerpt

“God can’t find you here.”

Lacey stumbled back as a figure detached from the door where he’d leaned unnoticed. Lacey’s blood raced as his body responded to the unique beauty of the face and form of the man.

Heat flushed his skin as his sudden erection pushed against the thin material of the sleeping garment he wore, blatant, aching to be touched.

The lovely vision stopped before him and eyes dark as coals looked him over. The tip of a pink tongue licked full lips as the man’s gaze lingered on the unmistakable bulge at his groin and then slid upwards. Lacey forced his body to stillness as the man’s slim fingers undid the laces of his tunic and exposed his chest.

“That’s better.”

Lacey swooned as the melodic tones of the man’s voice wound through his head. “Who are you?” he asked, desperate for some hold on reality. His mind screamed in warning, but his body reacted as if they’d been long time lovers. He ached for the stranger’s touch. He wanted those luscious lips on his body. Oh God.

His gaze lowered to the floor and he saw the shackles tying him to Caleb’s bed. “Are we prisoners?’

A finger under his chin brought his head up and he met the hot desire in the man’s dark eyes. “Only until I’m sure of you, my love,” the man murmured and touched their lips together. “I’m Damon.”

Shock ran through Lacey, swift hunger. Damon slid his hands inside his tunic and Lacey moaned as his nipples were fondled, pinched. He hadn’t known the pricks of pleasure that could give him. Fear slammed into him when Damon’s hands slid over his ass and under the garment, to come around and caress his balls.

He pulled away and Damon lifted his hands. “You don’t desire my touch, Lacey?”

Lacey’s thoughts were a sea of confusion and lust. He should be repelled and outraged by the man. Instead he stood captivated and wanting. Shame burned him and he had no answer.

With a hiss and sudden movement, Damon climbed on the bed and straddled Caleb’s prone body. Lacey watched with jealous eyes as Damon caressed Caleb’s breast and threaded his fingers in the golden hair spread on the pillows. He kissed each closed lid and touched their lips together. Passionate kisses trailed across his cheek then Damon buried his face against Caleb’s neck. Realization broke Lacey from his spell. “No! Oh, please…”

Helpless tears stung his eyes and he held out pleading hands as Damon continued to suck at his brother’s throat. “Please, Damon. I’ll do anything…”

Damon lifted his head and Lacey’s drew a harsh breath. The man’s eyes gleamed, wide and wanton. Blood stained his lips. He was the most beautiful creature Lacey had ever seen. Uttering a low growl, Damon crawled across Caleb’s still form and took Lacey’s mouth in a brutal kiss. Without pause, he climbed from the bed and pushed Lacey down on the soft furs and twined their bodies. He kissed and touched and sucked Lacey everywhere until he became tangled in the passionate dance.

 

Round Robin - Tea Cooper

A Winning Streak by Téa Cooper

 

Will the path of true love incur the wrath of the virgin Goddess Artemis?

Abandoned at birth, Atalante, protege of the goddess Artemis, is forced into an untenable position by her estranged father, the King of Arcadia—renege on her vow of virginity or condemn her suitors to a sacrificial death. The aristocratic courtier, Melanion, cannot believe anyone would be foolish enough to put their life on the line for the dirty little predator whose reputation for speed and cruelty is legendary. That is until he falls under Atalante's spell.

Consumed by desire and jealousy, Melanion is determined to win Atalante's hand or die trying. He calls upon Aphrodite to assist him, little realizing that her noisome brat, Eros, has the pair of them in his sights and is determined to inject a little spice into their lives. Spice that will devastate the path of true love and incur the wrath of the virgin Goddess Artemis.

 

 

Digital Edition: $2.99 | ISBN: | Length: 20,000 words

Publication Date: June 14th, 2013 | PDF – MOBI – EPUB |Timeless

Sales Link: Breathless Press

Copyright 2013, Téa Cooper

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Excerpt:

The sixth day of Thargelion

Mount Parthenius, Arcadia

 

Purple thunderclouds swirled, and lightning slashed the sky. Artemis the Huntress, goddess of the forests and the hills, stood astride the mountaintop, staring in fascination at the frail human figure edging its way to the cave.

The figure gazed around furtively, then placed a tightly wrapped bundle beneath the shelter of the rocky overhang before stepping stealthily away through the glade of moon-white cyclamen flowers.

A flash of lightning illuminated the interior of a cave. Bounding effortlessly down the mountain, Artemis raged at the folly of mankind.

"Great Zeus above!"

Impossibly huge cerulean eyes stared up at her—the epitome of perfection. Artemis reached down and picked up the swaddled bundle. The scent of the fresh, sweet skin and the flawless rosebud mouth tugged at her heart as she cradled the tiny body close to her breast and raised her fist to the heavens. "This I vow, my little one, you shall become fleet of foot, a huntress, second to none and guided by my ever-watchful eye."

Pulling back the tightly wrapped swaddling, she gazed in awe as the plump, perfectly formed limbs pounded the air. "I name you Atalantê, my princess, for we are as one. In perfect harmony you will grow in my image, your maiden divinity never to be conquered by Eros."

Artemis listened as in the valley below, the Arcadian people held their collective breath. She stilled the lightning and dismissed the thunderclouds. Finally, when the pale sun rose, the frustrated cries of Lord Iasius filled the palace. "Gods! Take back your girl. Give me a boy to inherit my kingdom!"

The acts of men are rarely unheeded by the gods, and Artemis vowed compassion for her little foundling, seeing to her warmth and nourishment until the girl grew tall and nimble, slim of hip—a virgin huntress, in her own image.

 

 

Biography:

 

Téa writes contemporary and historical romantic fiction featuring strong-minded women and sexy heroes who have to fight long and hard for what they believe in before they reach their happy ever after.

A Winning Streak is Téa's first Ancient Greek novella. She has written three contemporary romances Tree Change, The Protea Boys and Passionfruit & Poetry. She is currently working on a series of nineteenth century historical romances set in Australia. The first Lily's Leap released in May 2013 and Matilda's Freedom, will be released on 1^st July 2013.

To keep up with all of Téa's news visit her website www.teacooperauthor.com where you will find links to her blog and social media pages.