We’re Celebrating the Ndulgent Bloggers’ 4th BLOGiversary!
4 Years of Reviews. 4 Years of Supporting Authors. 4 Years of Great Books. 4 Huge Bags o’ Swag.
Friends, please help me give a warm Tuesday welcome to romance author, Evie Jayne!
Hi and thanks for having me to visit. I’m thrilled to be here.
Scar Tissue is the second book in my Dominion Series and has been long in the making. I’m very proud to be presenting it.
A single black and white photo was the inspiration that finally broke through my writers block and got me restarted. I’d written several beginnings to Scar Tissue, none of which were working. The photo in question(which I’ve sadly lost) was of a woman holding a man against a rough brick wall. It got me thinking. Why does she need to be in control? Why does he voluntarily submit to her? And so the basis of my characters relationship was formed.
Read on and you’ll find the answers to these questions.
Caden James is a rare subspecies of vampire. That’s bad enough, but it’s only going to get worse. The 2nd maturation is almost upon him, when he will fall into the Dark Dominion. Unless he can find the female fated to save his soul.
Sounds simple, find her and stop his descent into horror.
Except with Parry O’Morrigan, nothing is simple.
Parry’s past has scarred her physically and psychologically, leaving her with a bone deep fear of vampires. Until she crosses the path of a fanged warrior who sets her blood on fire.
Thrown together, the pair track the creator of a new breed of zombie. As the hunt heats up, so does the passion between them. Can Parry overcome her past, or will she let the Dark take him?
Even if she can, Cade’s fate may yet destroy the only female he’s ever cared about.
Lust and aggression shifted under his skin. He needed to get her under him, to mark her and make her his. Her near death at the hands of the revenant had stripped away much of the control. Bloodlust roiled through him.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
“You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blasé arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
“You sure?” she said.
With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
“What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
“Get rid of it.”
He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
“What else?” she repeated.
He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
“I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
His lips curled. Good, that was good.
Fall is definitely made for romance so thank you Evie, for sharing your new release, and thank you as always to our readers who we hold so dear to our hearts! Lots more romance on the way this month and next so be sure to tune in and as always…
MMF Regency Novella by Tamsin Baker
Blurb: Can two possessive and passionate vampire’s make a relationship work with the one human they are both destined to love?
Benedict’s boring existence as a London gentleman is called into question the night he meets Lina, the madame of a local brothel. Under her dominance he finds pleasure so sweet he is hungry for more, but he is not the only one with an appetite to fill.
Lina entices the beautiful Benedict into her dungeon only to discover that he is her blood mate. Fear fills her as she enters the unknown, yet the lure of perfect bliss is too much.
Antony, Lina’s long time friend and lover finds Lina and Benedict and cannot help joining in the sexual bliss. Disaster strikes for the tortured hero when he too learns he is Benedict’s blood mate. He must face a past that still devastates him and find a way to make their ménage work. Continue Reading
Welcome to my cyber-home, Bethany-Kris! I hear you came up with a fun list of tens for us today and I’m really looking forward to checking that out so I’m quickly handing the reins over to you, my friend…
Before I tell you about the story, I thought I’d share ten facts about my hero and ten facts about my heroine to introduce them a little better.
The Hero: Gage Masselin
Green eyes, dark hair, approximately 6 foot 1 inch tall
Popular graffiti/street artist
From a tiny town in Eastern Canada, but currently lives in the city
Mentors troubled youth at a teen center during his spare time, but otherwise his attention and drive is totally focused on his art
(Le sigh…) Continue Reading
Hello out there. I’m taking a day to sit down and relax with the rhythm section of ultra-sexy rock band, Sin Pointe. And this day wouldn’t be possible had the talented and lovely author, Xio Axelrod, not invited us to join her blog hop so big cyber kisses to her. Check out a charming and smexy chat Xio had with her own characters last week HERE. Now for Stefan and Will from my latest release, Wicked Flower…
Me: Boys, it’s time. Please come on over and say hi to all the lovely people.
Stefan: Hey sweetie.
Will: Not funny, dude.
Stefan: What, I wasn’t talking to you, sweetie. I was looking out at all of Carlene’s sexy friends. Hey ladies. (Stefan’s giving you all a look that I want you to imagine would melt the polar ice caps right now. And of course he’s in all white, just for you.)
Will: Ladies, snap out of it. Carlene, was he not looking directly at me when he said that?
Me: …(author debating for a moment on what to say next and whether she thinks she’s going to be able to wrangle two of her favorite albeit ornery people in all the world to finish this little interview)… Will, you are pretty sweet. Maybe Stef was just referring to that fact. Stefan, be nice. Continue Reading
Thank you for stopping by my place for a quick romance snippet. And big hugs as always to the lady who brings the Tease to us each week, Ms. Sandra Bunino. From my current work in progress, Set for Two: A Winter Wish…
One of the rookies.
The tell-tale sign of the bitter cold annoyed him yet he understood. He would not show such a weakness and steadied his own frostbitten hooves, in example. There was a certain excitement, though, to fulfill their annual duty, carry on for the ancestors past.
Proud, he stood rigid, waiting. His neck stretched and his eyes fell closed once, then slowly opened as if to say this was just another day in paradise. These are the little discomforts that we shake off, whelp. Only the best could handle the rigors of this service and Anden had worked his whole life to assure his position amongst his duty-driven brothers.
Silver, relentless clouds of smoke hovered and shook above the huge herd as Siberia’s harsh weather surrounded him and his cohort. The cold ate away any sense of smell but he snorted anyway, adding the steam of his nostrils to the pack’s. He’d never had to wait this long before feeling the wishers’ paths settle into his internal compass. The stinging, filling sensation each buck harnessed was a distress Anden withstood without complaint. Although joy was not a word used amongst his kind, he supposed that was what he felt.
Hoping something would give soon and they’d be given the okay to depart, he closed his eyes and thought about one home in particular. The source of that joy his brethren were too proud to speak of. But he felt it. Felt her.
That’s my tease this week.
Now off you go for some tantalizing teases from some outstanding authors…