Halloween Hellhounds with Savanna Kougar

Halloween Hellhounds ~ Hellbeastly Hot ~ The first 66...

Ever wonder about the secret life of hellhounds? How about what it's like living in our current world as a real witch. Ever wonder what it would be like if two hellbeastly hot shapeshifters -- in and out of bed -- wanted only you?

For a fun and fierce ride where no broomsticks were harmed in the writing of this erotic love novel, but the bad sorceresses and the villains are... well, here's a little treat: the first SIX sentences from the first SIX chapters ~

KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS

Chapter One:
Zolivar and Zindale

August 14, 2009

“Ready to unleash your inner being?” Zol asked his twin. Utterly naked, he pulled off his gold and onyx signet ring, twirled it once on his finger, then slid it inside his tuxedo pants pocket.

Zin stripped off his dress pants and tossed them inside their black sports car, affectionately known as the Twilight Mirage. He shut the door with a neat twist of his wrist. “I’m releasing my inner beast,” he returned with dry amusement.

Standing side by side, they traveled their supernatural gazes over the Mojave Desert’s moonlit landscape.

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Chapter Two:

Kandace Sylvia Winter

October 30, 2009

Kandace halted part way up the long curving staircase. “Lightball,” she whispered. Instantly, the luminous blue sphere she’d imaged before her third eye appeared.

Floating ahead of her, the blue ball guided her steps as she mounted the stairs. Kandace hoped her lightball wasn’t noticed by anyone attending the high society charity event, since it provided enough illumination for the darkened upper level.

Kandace sensed the man standing on the top landing of the stairway before she saw him.

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Chapter Three:

Ménage à Trois Red

Zin watched the witch slide down the grand staircase’s banister.

“Look at that,” he uttered, his gaze riveted by her perky peach-shaped ass. Covered only by the black silky material of her pantyhose, it was a temptation beyond compare.

“An arousing sight, indeed, as proven by the tight fit of my pants.” Zol particularly appreciated the small witch’s legs as she athletically flung them, maneuvering off the banister. “Gorgeous gams, slim and curvaceous.”

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Chapter Four:

Alien Tuxedo Twins

Kandace sipped on her ice-whipped drink. Flavored with apple liqueur and apple cider, it was her own recipe for a Candy Apple. Not only did she relish the taste, the color matched her dress.
Besides, she definitely needed the alcohol for her frayed nerves. Not because of her theft, no -- the Alien Tuxedo Twins, as she thought of them, had her spooked but good. Shivers cascaded through her as she glanced their way.

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Chapter Five:

Where is this Enduoir Prime?

“It will be my distinct pleasure.”

Zol couldn’t recall ever desiring the touch of a woman’s hand more, certainly not with this savage intensity. Speculation, wariness glinted within her bewitching indigo eyes, more appropriately described as shimmering orbs of cobalt blue and purple.

She approached him like a slow-motion scene, and when her hand alighted on his, Zol softly winged inside.

“If you don’t tell me, remember, I am wearing spiked heels.” She scowled formidably.

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Chapter Six:

Spellbound Hounds

Zin tasted the candy apple drink he’d purchased for himself out of rabid curiosity. Waiting on the edge of the ballroom floor, he watched his twin masterfully handle their lovely Kandy Apple. As the two of them spoke about her heritage, Zol enticed her closer.

So far, his brother mind-sent the words between him and the gorgeous witch.

As he drank, the icy apple-tart concoction interested Zin’s taste buds. Though, given the torrid state of his loins, he fantasized about pouring it on his nether column, then feeling the little laps of her tongue.

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Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
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Have a Magickal Season of the Witch!

~Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com
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Savanna Kougar is the best-selling author of twelve ebooks, with six books in print. She pens love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. And, she writes erotic romance because she ferociously enjoys ripping the damn doors off.

You can find her at her personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~ http://savannakougar.com ~ and at the following blogs as a contributor.

SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ http://shapeshifterseductions.blogspot.com
HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~ http://happilyeverafterauthors2.blogspot.com
LINDSAY’S ROMANTICS ~ http://lindsaysromantics.blogspot.com
Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly ~ http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com
TITLE MAGIC ~ http://titlemagic.blogspot.com
Siren-BookStrand Authors’ Blog ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com
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Questions…and Sex Magick Guest Blog and Giveaway with Kiki Howell

Working Out The Kinks

By Kiki Howell

Blurb:

Making an appointment with his ex-girlfriend under a fake name, David buys himself one hour to get her attention. Hoping to apologize and remind her of their time together, he intends to do whatever he has to in order to make Meredith, a practicing Wiccan, forgive him for being idiot enough to have listened to those around him which meant choosing his political aspirations over love.

Meredith is resistant to let David anywhere near her heart again. Desperate, David plays all his trump cards and suggests a sexual magick ritual which incorporates the BDSM lifestyle he and Meredith used to experiment with. The methods he uses may be unconventional, like sensory deprivation and sensation play intended to build trust and to achieve altered states of consciousness. But David is more than willing to do whatever it takes if he can just get Meredith to agree.

Genres: Pagan, Contemorary, Erotic Romance

Adult Content Warnings: Explicit Graphic Language and Sex Magic with BDSM Elements
from Rebel Ink Press

Flipping through channels on HBO recently I stumbled upon this naked woman giving what seemed to amount to a sex quizz.

The first question I caught was what combination of smells makes the blood rush to a woman’s pussy the fastest?

A) Men’s Cologne and Feet

B) Butterscotch and Mint

C) Cheese and BBQ

D) Cucumber and Candy (Pictured was Good N Plenty)

So, the answer was D which the woman said they should put in candy commercials. LOL

All joking aside, in a lot of my books, scents play a part in the spells or sex spells being performed. There actually is a science to this stuff, foods you can eat to increase sexual energy, colors and sounds that can do the same. I am a stickler for the details, and I do a lot of research to get those aspects right. One reader once said that when someone asked her for a recommendation for a book on sex magick, she told her friend to read my story The Healing Spell, it was more hands on and told everything one needs to know. I took that as quite the compliment. My latest story, which also involves sex magick (*coughs* and BDSM), is Working Out The Kinks being published by Rebel Ink Press on October 17th. I am dreaming of a Halloween, myself, that involves a little sex magick *winks*

Wondering how this works exactly? Well, beyond scents in these types of stories, sounds and toys and even positions also come into play in the rituals. Sex magick is quiet a complex thing, taken very seriously by those who practice it, as you will notice in my stories. To begin with there is usually a bathing ritual, to clean away daily life both physically and on an energy level.

The next step or two or three, building the sexual energy, tends to be different depending upon the spell being done. Anything from massage, to teasing certain parts of the body, to oral sex to BDSM can be used. This builds the energy used to power the spell from the body. It is during this phase also that ritual elements can be used from candles to oils to stones, etc. The intention of the spell is actually focused on during climax, most of the time.

So you can see why this would take some serious focus to do properly. I am still willing to give it a try. Actually, while you may be surprised to hear that I am not Wiccan myself, and I won’t get into all the complicated religion here. I am a certified Feng Shui practioner, and the Wiccan rituals are often very similar. So, I gather a lot of information from my writing research. A person is so much more powerful, manifesting their own fate, at the height of climax, no matter what you are practicing *winks again*

So, after all of this knowledge, anyone up for a contest?

I’ve created my own question of course *giggles* based upon a factoid I found on the internet.

All you have to do to enter is comment with your guess at the answer.

Two winners will be randomly chosen, one will get a PDF copy of Rituals, another sex magick novella of mine with some light BDSM, and the other winner will get a PDF copy of The Healing Spell.

So, make sure to leave an email address.

Giveaway Question:

Given today’s average frequency of sexual intercourse, it would take the typical American couple how long to try every one of the 529 positions described in the Kama Sutra?

Hint: Pay Attention to the wording of the answers ;) Hey, we should all make this a goal!

A. More than one year
B. More than two years
C. More than three years
D. More than four years

Guest Blog, Excerpt and Giveaway with CJ Ellisson

Roxanne has organized my blog tour for the past month, so it seems only fitting that we should wrap it up here on her blog. She’s encouraged me to share a sexy excerpt for her readers and I had a hard time choosing!

If you all are like me, you enjoy the sexy bits of a book spread out throughout the whole story. If it takes 200 pages for the heat to start then I will probably lose interest. I’m not saying a writer should throw the main characters in bed and force the moment, but I would like to see something spicy to hint at what’s to come, even if it is not our main characters.

One of them could stumble on an unsuspecting hot and heavy duo, or she could eaves drop on a dirty conversation, he could participate in some extreme flirting… or, the author could have a character doing what so many thousands have done before them—using sex as a weapon.

In this scene from my summer release, The Hunt, we have the sly and crafty Joanna who has been acting strange lately. In the previous chapter, she’s come down to the basement and started to seduce Asa, a fellow vampire, by getting on her knees and unzipping his fly to… well… you know… Read on to see a large glimpse of chapter four.

Warning: Graphic descriptions of sex.

Chapter Four

Joanna

Men are so damn easy. I’m glad I thought to come downstairs and seduce this newbie. As the skin of his cock slowly passes between my lips, I gradually get into the moment. The scent of clean Ivory soap with an undercurrent of strong, male muskiness assails my nose.

Losing myself in the rhythm of pumping back and forth over his thick meaty erection, I try to decide on how to next introduce the topic. I need Asa on my side in regards to getting Vivian’s blood. That bitch keeps refusing me and I’m going out of my mind with need.

Pulling off the young vampire, I lean back a bit and stare up at him through my eyelashes, my hand still wrapped firmly around his hardness.

“How’s that, baby? Do you like it?”

His answer is a grunt and a thrust of hips toward my face.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Slipping his silky head between my lips, I resume my attentions. The presence of vampire blood below the surface of his skin carries a rich undertone of power. Rare in one so newly made. Instinct and desire cause my canines to lengthen, and on a backward motion I nick the side of his cock.

A groan sounding like half-pleasure, half-pain reaches my ears as the scent of copper pennies fills the air. Not one to waste, I push down on his prick, covering the small cut so every drop can trickle into my mouth. Increasing my suction grants me a taste of pre-cum mixed with his delicious, potent blood.

I can taste her! She is in the very blood rushing through his veins. The desire to have more of her urges me on in my speed. My quickening attentions must be too much for the young man, because he pulls out of my mouth. Sitting back on my haunches, I pout up at him. I really was enjoying the blood.

“Too close,” Asa whispers.

He pulls me up and into his arms, angling me for a kiss. The touch of his lips feels soft and enticing. Semi-warm hands run down my back and fumble for my bra release. Reaching back to help, I pull the fabric forward, allowing my breasts to spill free.

“Nice,” he coos as his hands grasp my newly revealed skin.

“Why don’t you suck on one and give it a bite as well?”

“You mean to feed?”

My slim thong is already soaked from giving him attention; if he has enough sense to… ahhh… his finger pushes aside the fabric and delves into my wet folds.

“Yes… like that.”

Asa bends down, tentatively taking one pert nipple into his mouth. With a twist of his mouth, a sharp fang breaks the skin. The slight puncture barely stings. Pressure and warmth increase as his mouth works to pull blood from the wound.

One hard digit pumps deep inside me, while another strokes my already aroused nub. The wound on my breast heals all too quickly and I want to go over while he pulls blood from me.

“Bite me again… please,” I choke out between ragged breaths.

This time, I feel two nicks, one on either side of my nipple. I grab the back of Asa’s head, thrusting my whole body toward him. His free arm whips up to support my back as I arch over backward, pulling his muscular frame with me.

His hot mouth locks on, sucking and swallowing, while his busy fingers drive me ruthlessly to a peak. Warmth cascades through me and my skin prickles as the subtle shudders of release overcome me.

Not too shabby for a young guy. He may have potential.

The cuts heal and I straighten up, drawing his head away.

“Not bad. But I want more.” I smile and kiss his mouth, tugging his bottom lip out for a little nibble. Hands reach up to cradle my face, gently caressing my cheeks.

“You got it.”

No sooner do I have a chance to piece together what he means than I bounce up onto the desk and my thong rips away. Pale, strong hands push my thighs apart and his eager, seeking lips latch onto my wetness.

A pointed firmness circles my clit, pushing me back up again with the promise of a higher ride.

“Have you ever done this with Vivian?”

Good God, did that just come out of my mouth? Even now, I can’t get her out of my head.

Asa hesitates in his ministrations, peering up at me, raising one eyebrow.

“Um… no. Vivian is mated to Rafe. I think he’d try to kill me.” His face scrunches up as he thinks more on my question. “And she scares me.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Understatement of the year. Why don’t you just admit that you crave her with every cell of your body, even though you never had true lesbian tendencies before you fed from her?

Stupid! Stupid!

It’s like the one small taste from the drop on Asa’s cock has got me all riled up again. I can’t get the feel of her power out of my mind. I want it. I want to have it, and her, every damn day for the rest of my undead life.

And Asa will help me.

“She’s pretty,” I say, “don’t you think?”

“Yeah, like a tiger.” He kisses the inside of my thigh. “Let’s get back on track here, okay?”

With that, he slides two fingers deep into my pussy. The slick sensations and his pumping motion drive thoughts of Vivian from my mind. Soft, butterfly kisses creep slowly higher on my leg until Asa perches over my femoral artery.

“How about right here, baby?” The warmth from his breath tickles my leg. “I bet I can get quite a bit right here…” His tongue traces the crease where my thigh meets my torso.

Asa’s fingers tease and tantalize, pushing me closer to my second peak.

“Yes. Do it!”

Searing pain grips me as he bites voraciously into my skin. Wetness trickles down my inner thigh, as a sloppy, sucking noise greets my ears. The pain once again tangles with the pleasure and the flow of my blood into Asa’s mouth sends me racing toward a second crest.

I throw my head back and shout my release to the room. The soundproof walls swallow the noise.

Gasping, I sag against the desk. “Whew, that one was much better. For a young guy, you’re definitely good.”

Asa looks up at me with the seductive promise of more in his eyes. He stands, showing me once again his hairless and well-muscled chest. God, he looks good enough to eat. Pushing his pants down his slim hips, he reveals more muscles and a full view of his long, thick, lightly haired member. I bet he shaves. Then again, that means less hair to get stuck in my teeth, so I have to admit it’s smart. He takes himself in his hand and steps closer to my position on the desk.

“How about we try for number three? And this time you bite me.”

Blurb of book two, The Hunt:

Vivian thinks she can control every aspect of a deadly game with her usual manipulations... but what if she can't?

Seven vampires and seven werewolves pay to hunt a supernatural criminal across the cold, vast grounds of an Alaskan resort. The one to catch her, and live through the encounter, will increase their power by feasting on hers.

The tiny vampire they track is more than she appears, however. To escape a fate of twelve years in silver chains, she'll do anything to survive the weeklong excursion. This time, the darkness holds more than just the stinging bite of the Arctic--it holds death.

Journey along, in this next installment of The V V Inn series, for a wild ride as the tale is told through the eyes of all the new seethe members.

Warning: This book contains some explicit sex scenes and is not intended for readers under 18.

Amazon Kindle, Amazon Print, Smashwords

Blurb for book one, Vampire Vacation:

Meet Vivian. She’s a 580-year-old vampire who exudes sex, has a talent for drama, and is passionate about two things: her human husband, Rafe, and their resort for the undead. Her ability to project physical illusions has created the perfect vacation spot—a dark, isolated Alaskan hideaway where visitors can have their wildest fantasies come true.

Vivian knows the best performance requires perfect timing, but the powerful vamp is put to the test when she discovers a corpse in a locked guestroom minutes before the next arrivals. Always cool-headed, Rafe hides the body, convinced he and Vivian can find the culprit without disturbing their guests.

Juggling the increasingly outrageous demands of their customers while tracking a killer isn’t easy. Will their poking and prodding give them the answers they need, or will it uncover secrets Vivian would kill to protect?

Warning: This book contains some explicit sex scenes, intended for mature readers only.

Amazon Print, Amazon Kindle, Smashwords

Author Bio:
C.J. Ellisson writes erotica and urban fantasy. Her vampire series, The V V Inn, mixes a heavy dose of erotic elements with suspense, action, a little bit of mystery and some light humor. She lives in northern Virginia with her husband, two children, two dogs, and a fluffy black cat who makes her sneeze.

To learn more about C.J.'s books (where you can read half of the novels for free), please visit her website at www.cjellisson.com

http://www.facebook.com/c.j.ellissonfanpage

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Naughty Halloween Story and Giveaway with MK Elliot

Today we have MK Elliot as a guest for our Very Naughty Halloween event- she has a steamy hot and extremely haunting short story for us and a giveaway of her ebook Deadly Beauty

Incubus
M.K. Elliott

The moment I saw the house I fell in love.

Standing in its impressive driveway, my hold tightened on my husband’s hand. My breath was suddenly shallow and hard to catch. My heart racing.

Both imposing and formidable, the house loomed over us like some giant tombstone. With a heavy, double fronted door and ancient sash windows; the property was probably a surveyor’s nightmare. Yet something about the place caught my attention—an instantaneous attraction.

The house wanted me.

My husband hadn’t understood but everyone knows ninety percent of house buying is done by the woman, and after all, he spent all week away with work. It was me who would be spending all my time here.

Within six weeks the house became mine.

How was I to know it wasn’t the house that wanted me, but something inside the house..?

I knew from the beginning I wasn’t alone. The moment I opened the front door, a breeze breathed through the building, lifting the net curtains in such a way, it was as though they whispered my name.

My husband had to leave that night, full of apologies about not being able to stay longer to help us settle in. But I wanted him to leave. I wanted to be alone in the house. It never occurred to me to be frightened.

In the evening, standing at the stove, cooking dinner, the gentle pressure of a hand rested upon my shoulder. I was filled with the certainty that someone stood behind me, but I turned to find the kitchen empty.

Still, the presence in the house was obvious to me. I sensed it as clearly as if my husband was in the room. Part of me knew I should be scared, but somehow the entity’s presence itself was enough to ebb clam and lust in equal measure into my system.

Later, naked, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the sensation of arms encircled my waist, my nipples puckering in response to the touch. Behind me, the shower thundered; steam fogging the mirror. The cold drift of fingers lightly feathered their way across my stomach and I parted my legs, heat rising up from between them. I wanted to feel its touch there. I wanted to experience sensation of cool pressure pushing its way up between my thighs, but as soon as I parted my thighs the presence was gone again.

Stepping into the shower, my arousal hadn’t dissipated. The water cascaded down my breasts, my nipples still hard nubs, despite the heat. I used my own fingers to do the work of hands I had only sensed. I ran my hands across my stomach, reaching between my thighs. I dipped my fingers into my hot, wet folds, stroking. With my thumb, I ran lazy circles over my clit, heightening my arousal, until I ended up leant against the cold of the shower tiles, my forehead resting on my other arm. I imagined my fingers were those of the entity I sensed around me, that I was not bringing myself to orgasm, but the person I was certain existed with me in the house. Gasping, my whole body shuddered as the power of my orgasm ripped though me, leaving my legs shaking and weak.

I hoped he had watched me, whoever was in my house. I hoped he had watched me make myself come and it had turned him on as much as it had me.

That night he came to me.

I woke to find the room cold, freezing even, in the warm summer night. My skin was a sensitive rash of goose bumps, and my nipples stood painfully hard and erect against the silk of my night slip. Unconsciously, I reached down to pull the covers back over me, my half-asleep mind not yet registering something was wrong. I pulled the duvet around my body trying to escape the sudden chill of the night and I started to fall back to sleep.

Suddenly the cold alerted me again. I realized in my doze, the bed covers were no longer covering my body. Instead, they hung off the end of the bed—as though flung there. Nervous butterflies worried my stomach, and I trembled in fear and anticipation. I lay frozen on the bed, unsure of what to do. A cool breeze blew from the end of my bed, its icy fingers creeping up the inside of my thighs, across my stomach and up to my breasts. I shuddered at its caress, my teeth gently biting my bottom lip.

I knew the presence was here.

Cold fingers touched the side of my face and a small moan escaped me. A weight lowered on the bed beside me, and I opened my eyes. The room was in total darkness. Black surrounded me like a living substance. If I were unable to breathe, I would have believed myself to be drowning in it. Fingers traced down my face and across my lips. I opened them slightly, tasting a sweet muskiness, and a wave of desire ran up from between my legs to spread its warm glow across my body. My hips pushed upward, desperate for some contact, but if my lover noticed he ignored my needs. The icy pathway continued down my neck and across to my nipple. A bitter tongue encircled the hard nub. The moisture from his mouth reacted with the arctic room, inflaming me.

Again I cried out, my body pinned to the mattress. I cried out in both fear and desire. I felt his tongue working its way down my body, and I wanted him—God, how I wanted him. My back arched up into his touch; my pussy already wet and swollen, ready to be taken. But instead of going where I wanted him most, he pulled his mouth away and pushed his body up against mine, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair, hard muscular legs entwining my own. His entire body was like a smooth glacier, sinews and muscle carved into every plane and curve. The hardness of his cock pushed against my stomach and I longed to touch it, to take his dick between my lips, tease the slit with my tongue.

But instead his mouth crushed down on mine, angry and passionate. I kissed him back, my tongue searching the cold of his mouth, his own tongue tracing the inside of mine.

I reached down, my fingers tracing the solid muscle of his body. How could this be real? How could I be touching something in my heart I knew did not belong to this world?

I ran my hands down his chest, his rippled stomach, and the hard length of his cock sprang up to meet me. My fingers tentatively stroked its curved length, feeling its satin smoothness. He trembled beside me, my contact creating the same sensations that he had in me.

Then he pulled away again. I groaned in disappointment, but then I felt his mouth upon my skin once more. He headed down now, cold lips nibbling the skin of my stomach, his mouth brushing the narrow strip of hair I left down there. I spread my legs wide, my body trembling in anticipation.

His mouth was on me, the coolness of his tongue a balm against my hot flesh. Starting at the base of my pussy, tantalizingly close to the tight pucker of my ass, he slowly licked upward, ending on the quivering nub of my clit. I gasped in delight. He moved down again, his tongue flicking my ass just briefly before traveling back up. Over and over, he licked me, each time paying just a little more attention to my tight hole. I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow, my fingers gripping the sheets.

Then I felt his finger circle my ass, gently probing, teasing me open. He pushed his finger inside of me, his tongue still working my clit. Slowly, he pumped his finger, slick with my own juices.

Cold in the heat of my tight ass.

I was on the verge, my orgasm so close it held me captive. I was unable to think of anything else but the sheer pleasure racing through my veins. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, pulling his face away from my pussy and finger from my ass, and traveling back up my body.

Still, some forced held me pinned to the bed.

He leaned over me now, his weight pressing into the mattress either side of me. My pussy was slick and wet, and, with a slight shift in his position, his rock-hard cock pushed into me. I gasped with pleasure, my hands pinned down either side of my head, unable to reach up and pull him deeper and harder.

He was a raging fire, all consuming, violent and hungry as he thrust deep inside. As I climbed towards climax, his fingers raked my back and his body slammed into mine. His desperation matched my own until I was unaware of anything but the mounting tide inside of me, straining to break its dam and destroy all thought, all knowledge. The upsurge flooded and as it did so I screamed out loud, my body jolting in spasms of sheer delight, my thoughts a torrent inside my head.

Suddenly I was alone once again. He had gone.

My experience felt like a dream. Was that all it had been? I had climaxed in my sleep before, but never anything like that.

I rolled over in bed, my fingers touching the empty space where my husband was supposed to lie. The movement caused me to wince in pain, my wrists still sore and bruised from where he had held me.

Just before I sank back into the arms of sleep, I heard the house whisper...


M.K. Elliott is the author of the bestselling short story collection, Rescued. A British author, she was born in Devon, England, where she now lives with her husband, two young daughters, a crazy Spanish rescue dog and four hens. Though she has a degree in Zoology, her true love has always been writing and she now works as a full time author.

Since Rescued hit the number one spot, she’s also had several other titles hit the bestseller list, including another short story collection, Some Love it Hot, and her erotic vampire novella, Deadly Beauty.

M.K. writes everything from contemporary romance to steaming hot erotica, and her love of travel and adventure is her main influence in her stories.

All of her titles are available to buy from Amazon and Barnes & Noble. If you would like to know more about M.K. then please visit her Facebook Page. Her short stories also appear in the Kindle blog and eBooks, Everything Erotic.

Deadly Beauty Description:

When erotic dancer, Nadine, is attacked and stabbed in a dark alley, the last thing she expects is to be ‘saved’ by lesbian vampire, Adrienne.

While Nadine had sworn off men as a human, now a newly turned vampire, she struggles with her new desire for both sex and blood. And when River, a sexy, but dangerous male vampire, is thrown into the mix, Nadine has to wonder if she really wants to be with another woman for the rest of eternity...

(Warning; contains scenes of explicit sex, including lesbian, anal, and ménage, and some violence. Intended for an over 18 reader only.)

This book is a novella and is 36K words in length.

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Tour Kick Off and Giveaway with Trish McCallan

The Birth of a Book

There I was back in February of 2010 hard at work on The Cat’s Meow (a light hearted paranormal romantic suspense along the lines of a psychic Stephanie Plum) when I got hit by a nasty virus. This virus kept me awake night after night. I lost interest in writing, eating, walking, gardening, watching television. I completely lost interest in all the ordinary things I had been doing for years. This virus was incredibly insidious; it attacked me in my most vulnerable area—my self control, or my lack thereof.

Yeah, this virus was hard-core and it had a name. The Black Dagger Brotherhood.

Once it infected me, it bore in deep and spread out. It compelled me to read all six books in less than a week. From Wrath’s book to Rooster’s book I existed on pop tarts, coffee and two hours of semi-dosing a night.

While that virus called the Black Dagger Brotherhood spread throughout me all I could think about were the brothers. Even my semi-dosing dreams were full of these vampire warriors. Once I’d turned the last page on Revenge’s story I went back and read the entire series again—first book to last. That took me another week. This was followed by yet another week of lying around and day dreaming about those sexy vampire warriors.

Except by this time lack of sleep, lack of nutrition and lack of exercise took their toll and I came down with a nasty cold.

After a couple of miserable nights where my head and body ached so bad I couldn’t even concentrate on my BDB love, I broke down and dosed myself up good with Nyquil and went to bed early. As usual the cough meds gave me vivid, hallucinatory dreams. Only this time they weren’t of massive vampire warriors. No, these dreams were of lethal, SEAL warriors instead.
They were the most vivid, three dimensional dreams I’ve ever had. Yeah, dreams—as in plural. I had variations of the same dream five nights in a row. In the dreams a blond woman arrives at the departure gate for a flight to Hawaii sees these three lethal looking, sexy men leaning against the far wall, and she almost faints. She recognizes them, which is impossible since she’s never met them before. But they are the same men she’d dreamed about the night before. Three men who died in a barrage of bullets while trying to prevent the hijacking of this very plane bound for Hawaii.

A dream within a dream.

That’s how Forged in Fire started.

At first I shrugged the dream off. But I kept having it night after night. It just wouldn’t leave me alone. Eventually, that damn dream started haunting me during the day. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. So I sat down and wrote the scene out, typed out everything that I’d dreamed through the previous nights. This was supposed to excise the dream from my thoughts. Instead, the characters rocketed to life and took over. And they had no intention of letting me drop the story. Nope, they demanded my full attention and they wanted their story told NOW.

From the beginning Forged in Fire was an odd book. I’d never dreamed an opening scene before. Nor had I ever started a book without the entire manuscript already plotted from beginning to end. In this case I had no clue who the bad guys were, I had no clue why they were so set on hijacking that plane and I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen once the hijacking was foiled.

Yeah, the book was a serious, hair-pulling challenge and I blame every moment of it on that virus called the Black Dagger Brotherhood.

Forged in Fire
By Trish McCallan
Genre: paranormal romantic suspense

Beth Brown doesn’t believe in premonitions until she dreams a sexy stranger is gunned down during the brutal hijacking of a commercial airliner. When events in her dream start coming true, she heads to the flight’s departure gate. To her shock, she recognizes the man she’d watched die the night before.

Lieutenant Commander Zane Winters comes from a bloodline of elite warriors with psychic abilities. When Zane and two of his platoon buddies arrive at Sea-Tac Airport, he has a vision of his teammates’ corpses. Then she arrives—a leggy blonde who sets off a different kind of alarm.

As Beth teams up with Zane, they discover the hijacking is the first step in a secret cartel’s deadly global agenda and that key personnel within the FBI are compromised. To survive the forces mobilizing against them, Beth will need to open herself to a psychic connection with the sexy SEAL who claims to be her soul mate.

"Forged In Fire is a smoking hot adventure with an irresistible alpha hero. Danger, action, suspense, and a steamy romance make a story that's impossible to put down!" ~Patti O'Shea, National Bestselling Author of Through a Crimson Veil

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About the Author:

Trish McCallan has been writing for as long as she can remember.

In grade school she wrote children’s stories, illustrating them with crayons and binding the sheets together with pencil-punched holes and red yarn. She used to sell these masterpieces at her lemonade stand for a nickel a book. Surprisingly, people actually bought them. Like, all of them. Every night she would have to write a new batch for her basket.

As she got older her interest changed to boys and horses. The focus of her literary masterpieces followed this shift. Her first full length novel was written in seventh grade by pencil in a notebook and featured a girl, a horse and a boy. At the end of the book the teenage heroine rode off into the sunset . . . with the horse.

These days she sticks to romantic suspense with hot alpha heroes and roller-coaster plots. Since she is a fan of all things bizarre, paranormal elements always seem to find a way into her fiction. Her current release, Forged in Fire, was the result of a Black Dagger Brotherhood reading binge, a cold, a bottle of NyQuil and a vivid dream.

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Do You Want a Man Who Can Make You Orgasm On Command?
by Stephanie Draven

This may be the most sexually suggestive post I’ve ever written while talking about my work, but having written a novel about a mind-controlling minotaur, I’m left with a question. Would you want a man who could make you orgasm on command?

Sexual satisfaction is notoriously more difficult for women to achieve than it is for men; because of that, lovers who are good at eliciting pleasure seem like they’re keepers, even if they’re not husband material. I think that’s what accounts for many romantic woes in the world. But rest assured, the hero of Dark Sins & Desert Sands is both happy to settle down and capable of eliciting mind-blowing climaxes from the heroine.

Now, he can do it simply by looking into her eyes and telling her to orgasm. And she does. Neat trick, no? Prone to abuse, I would think. Delicious, delicious abuse. That’s part of the sexual fantasy in this paranormal romance. And I give it to the reader in this novel, in spades. There’s a particularly steamy sex scene on a speeding train that I’m very proud of.

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