Today’s guest is the dynamic & playful author, Stella Berkley! She’s here to tell us about her Hot New Evernight Release, I’LL BE DAMNED. But before we get down to that good stuff, let’s see what Stella had to say about my Valentine’s Kissy question for February’s Guests:
♥KISS N TELL WITH STELLA♥
Is a kiss meant to be more romantic or more heroic? Meaning do you think a kiss is meant to be pleasing or is it to say you are staking a claim to that person?
This is a really interesting question, one I had to step away and really think about. I stripped away what society suggests a kiss should be and what many of my friends wish it would be, and let myself imagine my ideal kiss. And yes, it would be a brand of sorts, a mark of mine.
I’m not a romantic. Never have been and probably never will be, and I know that sounds funny coming from a romance author. If you’ve read my stuff you would know the happily ever after comes after a lot of forks in the road, after heartache and tears. I’m enamored with dominant males, so naturally I would lean more toward the claiming than the romance. I do, however, think a kiss can change after a while, after certain emotional events, and can become that tender thing that weakens most women’s knees.
(I love this! Thank you for sharing your kissy thoughts with us, Stella! Now onto your hot new release!)
For one night, love is enough to bridge the distance between heaven and hell.
In Devil Be Mine, Lucifer’s soul whore, Delilah, is tempted by her favorite submissive, Micah, an angel as pure as she is naughty.
In Fire and Ice, heaven’s black sheep, Qenna, meets her match in Pyro, chaos incarnate and devilish charm in a designer suit.
In Raven, a reaper forces the Guardian, Mara, to accept what’s in her heart or say goodbye to her Raven forever.
In Hunting Pleasure, Lucifer’s Lieutenant, Selene, indulges in heaven’s highest ranking sentinels, Michael and Arael, who turn the hunter into the hunted.
And finally, in No Mercy, God’s right hand, Gabriella, must convince Lucifer to abolish the law standing between her brethren and their lovers. To right a wrong she played a part in, Gabriella agrees to a private meeting with the object of her darkest fantasies—the devil himself.
Excerpt from Fire and Ice
Giant snowflakes drifted down around me, where I perched on the ledge of the war monument. The wings of the stone angel at my back, along with the growing darkness, would mask my own silver wings from any humans who might wander through Centennial Park.
Beneath me, Micah, one of my brothers on high, walked by cloaked in a black trench coat and a fedora.
“You’re not going to Lu’s titty bar, by any chance, are you?” I shouted down to him while suppressing a snicker. “Gabriella’s going to be pissed.”
Micah stopped and turned striking blue eyes up at me, cutting across the winter twilight like beacons. “I—how did—it’s none of your concern, Qenna.” He rolled his head until his neck cracked. “What are you doing down here? Gabriella told you to remain in the upper realm tonight since she’s with Him and Lucifer and can’t keep you out of trouble.”
No wonder she was so crabby earlier. She totally wanted to bone Lu—it was written all over her every time someone mentioned his name. I quirked up an eyebrow and shrugged. “If you won’t answer me, why the hell should I answer you?” I snorted and leaned forward, my long, white hair tumbling over the edge of the monument in spirals. “And you’re one to talk. She told you to stay put, too.”
His eyes darkened before tilting his head forward, obscured once again by the brim of his hat. He gave a disgruntled huff. “Just do us all a favor and keep out of trouble, though saying that to you is like telling a kitten to stay away from a dangling scrap of yarn.” Micah continued in the direction he’d been going. “Lucifer isn’t around to watch his kind tonight, so you’re on your own.”
“Say hi to Delilah for me.”
Micah’s shoulders hunched up, but he never turned back. “And give my regards to Pyro.”
Stella Berkley’s Bio:
Stella Berkley grew up in small town Ontario as a farmer’s daughter, usually up to her ears in some kind of trouble. A career daydreamer, Stella has a vivid imagination and a love for fantasy, especially the dark and steamy kind. Two of her novellas have been published with Cobblestone Press, and two novels by her tamer self were published last year. When she isn’t writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.
Stella’s Blog Tour Link:
Dear Readers: You are welcome. That is all. Sigh. Just kidding, today I’m welcoming the lovely Evernight Author Sandra Bunino and her dangerously delicious new release, The Submission of a Mafia Princess. Enjoy!
The Submission of a Mafia Princess Blurb:
Duty, Respect and Honor thy Family…
As the only child of notorious mob boss, Tony “The Chief” Azzari, Antonietta lives her life by this mantra. Toni never questions the world where decisions are made for her, until she meets Harley-Davidson riding bad boy, Braxton Malone. Ever since their fiery first kiss all those years ago, she can’t deny the desire to submit to his control.
Brax always knew he’d be walking a dangerous tightrope if he fell for Toni, but like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t stay away. Barely surviving the wrath of the mob within an inch of his life, a scorned Brax has vowed never again to allow a woman under his skin.
Three years later, Brax is a top Dom at The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s posh BDSM club. When Toni shows up to fulfill her fantasy of submission before being forced into a loveless marriage, that vow is in just as much jeopardy as his life. Can they overcome the crimes of passion from their past and change Toni’s fate forever?
(Don’t you love when they just can’t stay away? I do!)
Adult’s Only Excerpt:
Toni lay in darkness, left alone with her thoughts and listening to the air flowing in through her nose and out through her mouth as Mia had instructed. Candles were one of Toni’s demands, especially when she discovered the submissive pose would push her ass high in the air. She couldn’t handle a harsh spotlight on her full cheeks. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, the dim lights also served the purpose of keeping her Dom of choice, Mick, as anonymous as possible. Not that she needed candles for that; his last minute demand was to blindfold her. Something that they hadn’t talked about while reviewing her soft and hard limits.
Toni wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Mia left the room after preparing her for the scene. She tested the restraints connected to her wrist bindings. Only an inch or two of slack allowed her to shift slightly on the sumptuous bed. Crisp linens cradled her shins, which were spread slightly. Deep breaths pushed her leather-covered breasts into the soft mattress. Her position of submission caused the leather strap between her backside cheeks to tighten against her sensitized folds.
The click of the lock and slide of the door caused every nerve ending to stand at attention. Heavy footfalls sounded on the suite’s plush carpeting. Concentrating on her breathing, Toni willed her heart to stay within the confines of her chest.
Inhale through her nose. Fingers caressed the back of her calf and eased her shoe off her right foot.
Exhale through her mouth. Her other shoe slid from her foot and a single finger drew a slow line down the bottom of her foot.
Inhale. The ticking of a zipper filled her ears.
Exhale. Shit, the breathing thing wasn’t working.
Inhale and hold. She squeezed her eyes shut. I can do this. I can do this.
The floodgates opened with a sobbing exhale. “Fire! Fire. I’m sorry. I can’t. I just…can’t. I thought I could. I thought it would be like before. But it’s not.”
“Before?” a low voice whispered. There was something about that voice.
“Yes, before. With Brax. I’m sorry. I just can’t, not like this.” A sob wracked her chest and tears soaked her blindfold.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Hands stroked her hair enveloping her into a comforting sensation that was as familiar as breathing. She picked her head up and perked her ears toward the source.
“It’s me, Antonietta. You’re safe.”
The bed dipped next to her and the blindfold slipped off her head. She blinked a few times to focus her eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“Come on, you know me a little better than to think I’d sit back idly and allow some random man have his way with you.”
Toni sat up on her heels causing her tethered hands to rise awkwardly.
“Here. Let’s get you out of these.” Brax unhooked the restraints from her bindings and took her hands into his. He untied the satin cords and slowly uncoiled them from her wrists. Rubbing them in between his hands, memories came flooding back. Back when she was his.
“You look beautiful,” he said, surveying her body.
She focused on his face, attempting to sear every feature of him into her memory: the planes and light stubble of his cheeks, his tousled hair, and his eyes that had always been able to read her like a book from the first day they met.
There was so much she wanted to say, but it was pointless. “One night is all we have.”
Brax took her chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled her close. “I know. Get up and get dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“Your fantasy of submission starts now. No questions,” he said and playfully slapped her ass. Grabbed his jacket from the chair, he strode to the door before turning around.
“You have ten minutes. Wear a dress and these.” He pulled a flash of red and lace from the jacket’s pocket and tossed it to Toni.
Find THE SUBMISSION OF A MAFIA PRINCESS here:
Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.
These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at email@example.com. As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino).
Stalk Sandra here:
Remember, following is sexy!
Yes, Following really is very sexy! Thank you so much for letting me play hostess to you today, Sandra. Best of luck with the book ♥
♥Welcome to the month of LOVE ♥
I’m delighted to share that Evernight Publishing has picked a half dozen of their sweetest, most sigh worthy love stories to share with
you in the run up to Valentine’s Day.
Including Sidewalk Flower!
from the 1st to the 14th of Feburary they will be half
them all and let yourself be swept away in the Evernight
AND THEN GET READY TO DO SOME HOPPING BECAUSE…
♥Evernight’s Valentine Snippets Blog Hop runs from February 10-14!♥
I’ll be participating and this one’s gonna be a goody. We’re talking sizzling sweet excerpts, fun Q & A’s, and Prizes!
♥All in the name of LOVE♥
See you then
It’s February, the month of LOVE, and I am so happy to be kicking these next 28 days off with fellow Evernight author, C.R. Moss! Welcome, Chris!
Thanks for having me here today! My name is Chris, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy). My professional bio for C.R.: “An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love.” Basically I write stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…
CHRIS, BOTH YOUR WRITERLY SIDES SOUND INTRUGUING…
♥A KISS FROM CHRIS♥
Carlene, in the spirit of Valentine’s Day coming up this month, asked me: Is a kiss meant to be more romantic or more heroic? Meaning do you think a kiss is meant to be pleasing or is it to say you are staking a claim to that person? Well, in my opinion, I think it depends upon the situation and the partner. First time partner ~ Is he assertive and confident? Then perhaps it’s a ‘staking claim’ hot, deep passionate kiss. Is he more on the sensual seductive side? Perhaps the kiss would be more slow and pleasing, yet still staking claim. Is it between two people who’ve been together for some time and what situation are they in? Maybe they’ve had a huge argument and one of them is trying to prove a point with a ‘staking claim’ kind of kiss. Or perhaps they’re sharing a quiet moment and the kiss is soft, subtle and overall a pleasant smooch. Then there are the kisses shared amongst friends. And first kisses… Good-bye kisses… But all that’s probably a discussion for another day.
CHRIS, ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL KISS TALK, THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS WITH US!
Current release ~
Today I’m here to tout my latest C.R. Moss release, Lovers and the Fiend. It’s a story in Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairy Tale line. The characters, Jack and Kristina, appeared in my short story – Chasing Miss Kringle – that’s in an Evernight Publishing anthology – Stockings and Suspenders. This is the first of a handful of stories I have planned for the NFT line that revolve around the world started in CMK and Lovers. You don’t have to read the anthology story to read Lovers, but it’d be nice if you did.
Ex-cop turned private investigator, Jack Vorst, learns his elf girlfriend Kristina has been missing for a few days after being invited to an underground vampire club. He, too, is summoned to visit club Hexenringe and is taken captive. Jack finds Kristina bound and gagged in a human sized bird cage. They’re both thrust into a kinky world at the hands of Kol, the club owner. Kol, a vampiric beast, shifts into human form to be with Jack and Kristina and needs them to remember their pasts and to love him so he can return to what he used to be. Can Kol make the pair fall in love with him despite his current situation and the fact he’s keeping them captive or will they leave, making it too late for him to change all their fates?Warning: ménage a trios, M/M, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition
A peek into the beginning of the story…
I have your woman. A nice piece of ass she is, too. She tells me you’re not bad yourself. I would love for you to join us later. A car will be waiting for you outside your office at noon today where my assistant will fill you in on some details. If you know what’s good for you and your gal, you’ll take advantage of this invitation. See you soon. ~ Kol Ainmire
Jack Vorst’s temper went full tilt within a second. His blood pounded hard through his head and body. He’d told Kristina to be careful when she went out on her cases, but it seemed she still had gotten herself in trouble. Not good.
“Vic! Get in here!” Trying to check and rein in his anger before he popped a vessel, Jack grabbed the letter he’d found on his desk while going through a stack of mail and a couple of case files. The paper crinkled within his one clenched hand, and the envelope it’d come in bunched up in his other.
He kept his gaze downcast, ground his teeth. No sense in looking at the tan colored walls that were littered with stenciling in his office and be more irritated than he already was. The design and colors reminded him of the Native American beaded belts people sold at roadside stands.
Vic’s wife, Malory, who worked in the adjoining office suites, loved her southwestern motifs. All the rooms for both divisions of the business were decorated to represent Arizona and New Mexico. The decorating style with too many colors and crazy patterns made his head swim, gave him a headache. He hated headaches.
Staring at the crumpled papers in his hands, he sighed. Truth be told, Kristina’s whereabouts and her lack of checking in for several days only concerned him a little. She was able to take care of herself, and he trusted her. He loved her, wanted her to be safe, so of course he worried some. But being an elf gave her an advantage that mere humans didn’t have—the ability to escape situations by simply disappearing and reappearing elsewhere.
Except this time.
Find C.R. Moss here ~
HAPPY MONTH OF LOVE, CHRIS, AND THANK YOU FOR BEING MY GUEST TODAY! KISSES!