Monday, August 25, 2014

The magnificent Naomi Clark is here with The Beast of Birch Hill!







Blurb

Wildlife photographer and cryptozoology blogger Emma Jordan came to Birch Hill expecting to find another urban legend. The rumours of a big cat stalking the woods around this quiet town surely had to be just that - rumours. But when the evidence starts to pile up that Birch Hill really does have a killer cat on the loose, Emma finds herself caught in a confusing game of cat and mouse. And her blossoming relationship with Abi Blakely might just be pushing her further into danger.


Excerpt

A couple of hours later, showered, changed, and feeling human again, Emma headed back to Abigail's Bakes. She told herself she was just looking to grab a quick lunch and sit somewhere pleasant while she updated her blog. Privately she had to admit it would be nice to just look at Abi while she worked.
            The place was much busier than it had been that morning; it was full of kids and families jostling for table space. Abi and a younger girl worked the counter with cheer and ease, and cafe was filled with chatter and laughter. Emma joined the queue, trying to catch Abi's eye. When Abi saw her, she waved and favored Emma with that infectious smile.
            “How was your hike? Did you catch the Beast yet?” she asked Emma as she served her.
            “Not yet. Maybe later.” Emma picked out a bacon and cheese strudel and a spiced apple muffin. “Do you have wifi in here? I need to get online.”
            Abi passed her a slip of paper with a password on it along with her food. “Help yourself. Catch you later.”
            Emma smiled, hoping the words weren't just a mere formality. She found a table tucked away in the corner and flipped open her netbook. Her main source of income was her photography, supplying stock images for websites and brochures, entering as many competitions as she could, and doing the occasional teaching course if she wasn't traveling. It was steady money, and a hefty inheritance from a grandparent she'd never met allowed her to live in comfort and indulge her other passion – the alien big cat stories. Her blog, After Dark All Cats Are Leopards, was one of the better-regarded in both the cryptid and sceptic communities and she had a steady following. When she'd announced last week that she was heading for Birch Hill, her views had skyrocketed, and even though she didn't have much news to add yet, it was probably a good idea to update now.
            She plugged her digital camera into the netbook and uploaded the photos she'd taken, eating as she worked. The strudel and the muffin were both perfectly delicious, and she allowed herself a brief fantasy of kidnapping Abi and making her bake for her full-time.
            She didn't notice Abi had joined her until the other woman pushed a cup of coffee to her. “Looks like thirsty work,” Abi remarked.
            Emma jumped, then grinned. “Bloggers are powered entirely by caffeine. Thanks.”
            “So I looked you up after you left,” Abi said. “Why big cats?” She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. Her dark curls framed her face perfectly, her expression attentive and interested. Emma squirmed a little under her keen gaze.
            “When I was a kid I wanted to find Bigfoot,” Emma confessed. “My dad used to take me out hiking in the Rocky Mountains and tell me stories about Bigfoot and skinwalkers, all kinds of stuff. I just loved it. Then I grew up and decided there wasn't much chance of Bigfoot really being out there. But big cats? Definitely.”
            “You're so sure? Even though nobody's found a breeding population of wild tigers anywhere?” Abi asked with a grin.
            “America's a big country. There's plenty of space for wide-roaming animals to hide. And big cats are generally elusive in their natural territories anyway. Yeah, I'm sure. People brought lions and tigers over here with circuses in the nineteenth century and there are thousands of people keeping them illegally today. There are orphanages for abandoned exotic animals up and down the country. It's not completely ridiculous that some escape or are released into the wild. And cats are so adaptable. Even if we're not talking big breeding populations, I think it's more likely that there are non-native big cats out there than not.”
            “You love this stuff, don't you?” Abi said, looking thoughtful.
            Emma flushed. “Was I rambling?”
            “No, it's interesting! I wish I could come out big cat hunting with you, but Jed probably wouldn't let me.” She stuck her tongue out as if she'd eaten something distasteful.
            “Well, he's not coming either,” Emma said. “I take it he's more than just prickly with you?”
            Abi shuffled Emma's empty plates around, looking embarrassed. “Oh, we just...clash. He's pretty conservative and I'm not. He thinks I lower the tone of the neighborhood.”
            “Not a fan of baked goods?” Emma joked.
            “Baked goods or lesbians,” Abi said with a shrug.
            Emma's heart gave a little twist, but she kept her tone calm and amused as she replied. “Oh dear. I'd better not answer any personal questions he asks me then.”
            Abi gave her a thoughtful look again that turned into a shy smile. “So what are you doing for the rest of the day? I'm off this afternoon.”
            “I'm going back into the woods this evening but I'm free til then. Maybe...” Emma searched for something that didn't sound too forward but still made it plain she liked Abi. “Maybe we could hang out?” Ugh. Lame.
            Abi didn't seem to notice. She flashed a dazzling smile. “How about a guided tour of Birch Hill? There's not much to see, but with the right company it has a certain charm.”
            “It's a date.”
            Abi stood, grabbing Emma's plates. “Give me an hour and we're on.”
            Emma watched her sashay away with a flutter of excitement. If the Beast of Birch Hill didn't show up, Abi might prove just as exciting.

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About the Author

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Raven's here with Nina's Dom!


But first a word from the wonderful Raven McAllan herself!

It's funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won't work.
By trial and error, I've now accepted that.
Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.
However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.
I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.
This is the result.

Blurb: 
Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?
When the two meet at her friend's hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?
Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.
With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?
Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.


A wee tease…

"Breathe, anima mia, watch the wax, see how it comes to caress you. Take the sting, let it into you, let it flow."
That was the only warning she had. Nina opened her eyes, and looked upward to see Nic, wax candle in one hand, tilt it so the flame stood at an angle from the candle. Then like a raindrop on a windowpane, a tiny teardrop gathered and slid towards her.
Nina couldn't take her eyes off it. For what seemed an aeon the wax dropped through the air, and then it kissed her skin.
She hissed as the kiss turned into a pain so intense she wanted to scream. How the hell could anyone say it was pleasure? She bit her lip to stop the cuss words spilling out. If it hadn't been the look of total absorption on Nic's face as he twisted his hand to increase the speed of the droplets and create a cobwebby pattern over her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, Nina knew damned well she'd have cried red. She held her breath to stop the pain spreading.
"Breathe, anima mia, let it fill you. Now." The last word was harsh. It broke into her panic, and Nina let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The candle flame wavered as the whoosh of air she expelled reached it, and she looked at it in dismay. It couldn't go out, not now, not when…
When there was no pain. Just a radiant heat that spread over her skin, and dipped deep inside her. She smiled, licked her lips and cleared her throat, as Nic steadied the candle flame and stared down at her, his eyes watchful, his expression showing a tiny hint of vulnerability, and, she decided, pleading.
"More, Sir. I want more."
He smiled. "Topping from the bottom, anima mia?"
"You bet."
"In that case." He tilted the candle again.
She flew. Every sting, every tap of pain became pleasure. Nina had no idea when Nic ceased his twist and drip act with the candle, until she felt the ties on her arms and legs removed, and she was snuggled in a blanket on Nic's lap.
He stroked her hair as she sighed, and blinked a few times. The room was still in shadow, and silent. Any watchers had either left or were being very quiet.
"Good?"
Nina considered. Was good the right word? It seemed too mild for what she'd just experienced. Her body buzzed with tiny darts of pleasure, and her brain was fuzzy, as if she'd eaten too much, and drunk one glass too many. But in a perfect sated, complete way. As a sub when she had played before, she'd never ever felt so deeply. Never lost her sense of surroundings or what was happening. This time had been oh so different.
"I don't know that good is the right word, Sir." She yawned and put her hand over her mouth. She could sleep for a week if she had the chance. "Good is too weak. I've never felt like that. I floated, I felt, and I just let myself be." She hesitated, unsure of how to express that feeling of rightness. "Be part of the pleasure that the pain gave me. Nothing mattered except knowing you were giving me the experience. That my Sir wanted me to gain all of it and more. That I pleased my Sir."
Nic's arms tightened around her.
"Oh you pleased me, anima mia. More than that. You gave your all. What more could a Dom want but to see his pet, his partner, his anima mia fly?"

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Monday, July 7, 2014

Don't miss out on your chance to find A Ticket to Love!

I'm back with a new Editor's Pick Romance on the Go title!  A Ticket to Love is now for sale thanks to the wonderful Evernight Publishing!




BLURB:

When Grayson Harkess arrests the wrong socialite’s son and is busted back down to traffic duty by his captain, he's understandably upset and angry.  With no other option but to wait his punishment out Grayson spends his shifts vindictively ticketing his fellow officers and biding his time until he can go back to what he should be doing:  solving real crimes.

Miserable and frustrated Grayson doesn't see an upside to his situation.  Not until he tickets a sports car for double parking and bumps right into the man of his dreams.  Luke Hill owns a local cafe, has horrible fashion sense and on top of being gorgeous is also, apparently, completely incapable of parking his car legally.  Grayson doesn't mind though, not when ticketing the man again and again turns into a standing lunch date and the chance to get to know Luke on a more … intimate level.


TEASER EXCERPT:

Luke writhed then, grabbed at Grayson’s hair and tugged hard. Grayson glanced up at him but didn’t stop. He stayed there on his knees and kept massaging the underside of Luke’s cock with his tongue. “Stop, Grayson. I don’t want to come yet,” Luke gasped out. “Not until you’re in me.”

Grayson groaned, squeezed his eyes shut, and pressed the heel of his free hand hard against the base of his own cock. Finally he pulled off of Luke and gained his feet as he licked a wet trail all the way up Luke’s body to his mouth.

Grayson kissed him then, long, slow, and deep. Luke match him move for move, and grinned up at him as Grayson pulled back with one last, long suck on Luke’s bottom lip.

“You have anything?” Grayson asked roughly. “Didn’t exactly come prepared.”

“Desk.” Luke panted and then twisted and stretched back across the surface of the desk to fumble one of the drawers open. He made a sound of triumph and twisted back around, a condom and a small tube in his hand and a grin on his face. “Got it.”

“Should I be worried or flattered that you’re so prepared?” Grayson asked as he leaned down and mouthed at Luke’s collarbone.

“Flattered.” Luke groaned out. “Definitely flattered since I bought it just for you.”



Monday, May 12, 2014

Casey Moss is here with upcoming release Open World!



Coming Soon to Evernight Publishing ~ Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss

Due to release in May 2014 is Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss. The world of C.O.V.E.N. (Clans of Vegas – Endless Night) first appeared in Evernight Publishing’s anthology Keyboards & Kink (available here: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/keyboards-and-kink/ & at other fine e-tailers) in Casey’s story, AFK.
In AFK, we saw a peek into I-D-8 Entertainment’s in-production MMORPG: Clans of Vegas – Endless Night, also known as C.O.V.E.N. when Beth and another gamer got sucked into the game for real.
Now, in Open World, the employees have joined together for a LAN party to test the game. For definitions on the computer gaming term open world, check out http://www.techopedia.com/definition/3952/sandbox-gaming). Here’s a look into the story…

~ Blurb ~
The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.
Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.
Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?
C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.

For unedited peeks into the C.O.V.E.N. series, visit: http://caseymossbooks.blogspot.com/search/label/Open%20World
Stay tuned to Casey’s links below for the release date to be announced!

~ Bio ~
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…

~ Links ~
Website: http://caseymossbooks.com/