Welcome Elyzabeth M. VaLey! The Three Thieves & the Dom + Giveaway!

Greetings friends! I’m so happy to have a good friend back on the blog today. Her name is Elyzabeth and she writes some very AWESOME romance. Some of my faves by Elyzabeth are her anthology stories. Today, she’s hanging out, answering a few questions for us and sharing a juicy sneak peek at her latest Naughty Fairy Tale release! Oh, and there’s also a Rafflecopter giveaway for a $10 Amazon gift card. Told ya, she rocks. Let’s get to it!

Me: What do you love about the opening scene of your book?

E: The opening scene in The Three Thieves and The Dom gives us a deeper glimpse into the witches, Soussanna and Morgana, and the kind of magical ability they have. (Readers will notice that as the series progresses they become more and more important.)

Furthermore, we also get introduced to the three heroines in a different light that’s not exclusively the hero’s point of view.

Me: I loved the bits with Conall and the ladies from the Evernight Book Boyfriend Blog Hop so this is entirely too cool! What is one awesome thing about where you’re at in life right now?

E: I’m free to explore who I am and what I want in life at my own pace. The only thing holding me back right now is myself (well, and money, LOL).

Me: Haha, I hear you! So, my favorite part of a book is what the characters say to each other. What is your favorite exchange of dialogue in your book and why do you love it?

E: Oh boy! I can only pick one exchange? There are so many, but I do like this one between Conall and Isidora because well, it’s both hot and daring.

 

“Your good behavior might save you from being the first to

feel my wrath.”

 

“Wrath? Is this your wrath?” Defiant, she lifted her chin and

thrust out her chest. Her brown eyes flashed with both anger and

desire. “To come here and fuck us? Is that what you call punishment?

To seek answers by torturing us erotically? It’s a contradiction, Sir.

You seem to me like nothing more than a wolf blowing mindlessly

against a wall that will not crumble.” Her eyes drifted toward Grace,

standing quietly behind him. “We will not succumb.”

 

Conall cocked his head, holding back the laughter that tickled

his throat. Innocent creature, she knew not what he had in store for

them. “My sweet Isidora, you have always such a way with words,

but may I remind you that walls do crumble.” He leaned over her, his

lips finally stretching into a mocking smile. “Especially if they’re

made of straw and sticks.”

Me: That was a good one to pick!!! Now I’m curious, do you read your own books once they’re published? Why or why not?

E: No, usually I don’t. Once they’re published if I go back and read them, instead of finding the good, I only manage to find the bad. I start thinking about how I could have worded things differently, about how a scene could have been more descriptive, etc, etc. However, in the case of The Witches’ Mischief series, I do have to go back and skim through to make sure that I’m not inadvertently creating any funny plot holes.

Me: I’m so glad you mentioned the funny plot holes. I’m right there with you which is why I’m working on a series bible. Awesome and thank you for chatting, Elyzabeth! Now let’s check out The Three Thieves & the Dom!

 

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“Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf, Big Bad Wolf?”

Remember that tune? How about this?

“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

“No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin.”

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”

Sound familiar? It belongs to that old fairytale about 3 little pigs and a Big Bad Wolf that wanted to throw down their house.

Not scary right? But, what if the wolf was a man of flesh and bone determined to seduce your socks off and blow away your heart? What if instead of building houses you built defenses around your heart? What if the Wolf knocked on your door determined to find out what was within your soul and said this:

“I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

Would you open the door?

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Blurb:

The Three Thieves and The Dom

(The Witches’ Mischief, 3)

Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.

Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.

But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction

Available at
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Adults Only Excerpt:

“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”

“Yes, Master Conall.”

“Were you frightened then?”

She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”

Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.

“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”

Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted. Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.

“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”

Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.

Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”

“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.

“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.

“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”

“No.”

Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.

“Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.

Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.

“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”

Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.

“Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Master Conall, please.”

“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.

“I cannot.”

“Yes, you can.”

She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.

“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation. “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.

“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.

“I cannot, I don’t—”

“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.

They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door.

 

Author Bio:Elyzabeth
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Yay! That was fun. Thanks to everyone who stops by today and to the lovely Elyzabeth for sharing her Conall with us. Have a great weekend everyone and Happy Memorial Day!

Always love,

Carlene Love♥

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