Life After Death with Ellen March

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thingsthatgohump300x200First my thanks to lovely KD for the invite to celebrate her wonderful Lakeland Witches, you’re a truly amazing lady. And spooky good wishes for your launch, Hump in the Night is absolutely fantastic.

Grace wasn’t fussy, but she did insist on a pulse in a man says Ellen March

 

I have always had a keen interest in the supernatural and firmly believe in life after death. The fact that the spirit goes on, it’s continuous and death is the beginning of a long journey completing the circle of life. And one day soon, we’ll all understand the concept of death and the crossing over.

It was due to an experience I had in my bedroom that an idea came to me. I’d taken a photograph and was shocked at what it revealed. How could a clear day show a hazy picture with a startling flash of light illuminating from the wall along with a smattering of orbs? Since moving into our old cottage I’d experienced loud sighs and the weight of a person sitting on the bed. Something was happening. A lot of strange things went on, still do, the touches I feel on my arm. Gentle strokes finger light, I wake up and search, scared at first it’s a spider, but relieved to know that somewhere in my room I have a tentative lover who’s making himself known. And so Ghost was born.

I decided to write A Ghost of an Affair because of my love of romance and obviously the afterlife. What would a person feel like to discover they were no longer mortal, are there a set of rules that should be followed? And then I wondered would a ghost still have sexual urges, and how would he react if he discovered himself drawn to a mortal. Find out in the excerpt below.

A Ghost of an Affair will be available after October 1st, in eBook and 5×8 trade paperback editions on BN.com, the European Amazons and Amazon Japan. Bookstores can order through Ingram, Baker & Taylor or by contacting info@fannypress.com.

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Grace McGillis is over the moon to have won the love, or at least the favour, of Dr. Sage Gerret, the resident heartthrob at the hospital where she is a receptionist. Sage hopes to “improve” her: to inspire her to eat and drink less and educate herself about fine art and music. Everyone sees Sage as a great catch. Why else would Grace put up with his barbs about her appearance and his uninspired lovemaking?

Enter Breece, an adoring alpha male who is out-of-this-world in bed. That is not surprising, for he is, after all, a ghost. Though Sage may not be anyone’s dream date, he is alive. Grace is falling in love with Breece, but is love enough? Even if fate allows her ghost lover to continue his delightful haunting, how will this couple find love everlasting?

 

EXCERPT

Breece strolled in, glad she’d left the door open. He wasn’t sure about going through obstacles yet but assumed he could. Hell, he still couldn’t wrap his head around being dead.

Then he stopped.

Breece stared at the woman before him, who was busy examining herself in the mirror, stark naked. He felt his cock harden, relieved that the weird stranger hadn’t lied about that. Yet the fact that she aroused him even though she was so different from what he usually liked in his women bothered him.

Another thought soon followed: how did he know that? Finally he went with his instincts. He tried to work out what it was about her, and decided it had to be the naturalness—nothing fake, no silicone tits, no hair extensions, and no plastic surgery. She stood before him as nature intended.

It sent a shiver of excitement over him. It also left him with a question: how he knew so much about fake women?

He watched her weave to the wardrobe. She bent over, and he couldn’t resist crossing to her. His hand caressed her backside. Christ, it was a peach of a bum, one he’d like to bite.

Grace rummaged in the box, searching for her vibrator. A whisper of a tickle touched the cheek of her ass, and she scratched at it. At last gripping her toy, she rose and turned to the bed. Falling backwards, she flicked it on, but then realized she’d left the light blazing. But Grace couldn’t move. She lay there in a drunken haze—the need to come her only focus.

Hell, she couldn’t live with nothing but a weekly sex session!

Breece raised a brow and watched her open her legs for the large vibrator. A low groan rumbled as she slid it in. He rubbed his hand over his cock, which was hard and hungry. He wasn’t sure how many years he’d been dead, but he was as horny as fuck.

Grace thrust the vibrator in deep, but she needed more, a lot more, and arched into it deeper still. Even drunk she knew she wasn’t going to have an orgasmic explosion. A small circle of heat flared and fluttered in her belly, and she gave a little whimper. It wasn’t happening. She flung the gadget onto the floor in irritation.

Rolling onto her stomach, she closed her eyes and passed out. One hand was flung to the side and dangled off the bed; her legs were spread-eagled.

Breece swallowed, hard. He wanted to fuck her. But hell, she was unconscious. He glanced down at his dick, which ridged his joggers and strained hard beneath the material. His decision made, he tugged his clothes off and carefully slid in beside her.

Unsure what to expect, Breece worried that he’d dissolve into her. Also, would he be able to feel her skin? Relief washed over him; it was exactly as he’d remembered. He couldn’t think of anyone he’d actually had sex with, but sensed what he liked and let his libido be driven by instinct.

And she wouldn’t remember a thing. At least for now. In time she would, if she’d really called him, was the cause of him being here. The least she could do was to let him use her body.

And fuck her whenever he wanted.

He dropped a kiss to her shoulder, and her skin shivered beneath his lips. The reaction was slight, but he felt it. He slipped his cock between her legs, rubbing it across her fanny, and her ass gave a small push back. A faint groan fluttered from her open mouth.

Her lips whispered his name. It gusted out on a small breath of air: ‘Breeeeece ….’ That was enough to seal her fate.

She’d called him forth, and she wanted him.

Slowly he pushed home, sunk his cock into her and filled her till he was balls deep. He didn’t care if she was almost comatose. What he wanted was release.

BIO

Ellen March lives on top of a mountain in Wales, which is ideal in the summer but not so much in the winter months or when it rains. She has three grown children, one suicidal cat—it really does have nine lives—and three Alaskan Malamutes. One of her hobbies is working them.

Her first love, however, is reading and creating worlds with wicked characters. Ellen’s works have been published by Ravenous Romance – Escorting Sydney, Shadow Play & One Night in Heaven, whilst Fanny Press have released Promises, His Girl Friday and recently A Ghost of an Affair with several more to follow in 2015. She also writes for Passion in Print under her fantasy pseudonym H D March, which is of course still erotic romance. The first of her Wolfsong Trilogy, Wolfsong Lullaby released in June, following that A Song of a Dragon, with some more sexy vampires Rune & Wolfe coming soon. Literally.

You can discover more about Ellen or HD March on the links below.

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Split by Kristina Lloyd (@kristina_lloyd)

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thingsthatgohump300x200Three and a half of my five novels have happy endings. Spoiler alert: Split is not one of them. It’s not even the half.

Published in 2007, Split veers wildly off the trad romance track and instead borrows from the traditions of horror, incorporating the ghostly, the gothic, the eerie and the uncanny. There are no werewolves, vampires, monsters or zombies; no guts and gore or scares to make you scream. It’s quietly unsettling and oppressive. Or as one Amazon reviewer puts it, a “freaky little story with a ritualistic vibe.”

Wuthering Heights was one of the inspirations behind Split, and the action is set in an isolated village deep in the Yorkshire Moors. The people who live in Heddlestone, my imagined village, have different ways, different values. My protagonist, Kate Carter, abandons her boyfriend in London and moves to the village, unable to defy a inexplicable compulsion to return after briefly visiting on holiday.

split_kristina_lloyd“I longed for Heddlestone. I longed for its clean air, the space, the sight of those stark, blasted moors with their folds and secrets, and a sense of something lingering. I still feel it now I’m living here. I go out walking, climbing up and down, the wind roaring in my ears, and it feels as if something’s out there in the enormity, waiting for me.”

Kate takes a job in Heddlestone’s local puppet museum and soon falls for Jake, puppeteer and museum owner. Split is told from Kate’s POV, and written as a confessional journal she’s intending to send to the man she left behind, an attempt to explain her bizarre, hurtful actions. The book begins:

“My story starts last autumn. I want to set it down because I understand now that I’ll never be able to leave this place. And I want you to remember me as a good person.”

With its narrative format, Split shares similarities with my latest book, Undone, although the journal style is less overt here. There’s a twist in the tail too and plenty of kink, especially bondage and powerplay. Jake is a gentle, quiet, commanding dominant, and the sexual theme finds echoes in his profession. He creates puppets and marionettes, and he controls them, pulling their strings. Kate describes him as having “a sure, sensitive presence permeating my every day” and says,

“His hands are big enough to trap mine in a fist; light enough to sculpt, carve and paint, to shrink the living, breathing world down to a tiny focused stasis. His is such a delicate mastery.”

The trouble is, despite herself, Kate is also attracted to Jake’s brother, Eddie, a boorish, teasing bruiser and landlord of The Griffin, the village’s sole pub.

“There’s a cold intimacy to this place and the brothers have drawn me closer to its dark, disturbed heart, They had me from the start, Jake with his beauty and that clever, careful mind, Eddie with his arrogance that gets me right in the groin. Even now, I don’t know who I prefer.  I’m split between them, relishing both but trusting neither. Lust has taken me to some strange places but none stranger than this.”

If you’re someone who likes to cosy up with a book full of bad weather, creepy dealings and hot, kinky sex, you might enjoy Split. If escapist sunny beaches, sunny dispositions and happy ever afters are your thing, then I recommend you stay well away.

Happy Halloween, folks!

Split on Amazon UK :: Split on Amazon US

 

Kristina Lloyd writes erotic fiction about sexually submissive women who like it on the dark, dirty and dangerous side. Her novels are published by Black Lace and her short stories have appeared in dozens of anthologies, including several ‘best of’ collection, in both the UK and US. She lives in Brighton, England.

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What Scares Me by Teresa Noelle Roberts (@TeresNoeRoberts)

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thingsthatgohump300x200Witches’ Waves, Book 4 of my paranormal romance series Duals and Donovans: The Different (this is actually the fifth book set in this world, but one, Fox’s Folly, is a prequel to the rest), is all about witches and shapeshifters, or as I call them in my world, duals. The most terrifying thing in the series, though, is a creation of ordinary humans: the Agency, put in place to combat dangerous paranormal (“Different”) activity, but now a force for repressing all non-humans and humans with paranormal abilities.

I suppose this says a lot about what frightens me in real life. OK, I admit I won’t watch The Walking Dead because zombies freak me out. But for the most part, the stuff of horror movies doesn’t make me bat an eyelash. Ghosts? I’m pretty sure I’ve encountered a few. Two seemed sweet, melancholy and lonely, more touching than frightening. The other was a dead friend, still much as he had been in life. Creepy entities such as vampires or demons? I’ve read (and written) enough fantasy and paranormal romance books that I fancy I’d know how to manage such beasties. (Probably by running like a scared rabbit, since I don’t have a mighty magical sword or any sorcerous abilities.) Besides, they might be sexy, like in my favorite books. Magic? I’d love to experience it for real, after writing about it for so long. People being evil and dangerous to their neighbors out of bigotry, on the other hand? It’s all around us, it sometimes starts from lofty motives, as with the Agency, and it scares the hell out of me. The terrifying elements of horror novels always have a solution in the pages of the book. It takes people working together, willing to risk it all, to hold real-life, mundane evil, the kind of evil that thinks it’s doing good, at bay.

And ultimately, that kind of courage and ability to work together against evil is what Witches’ Waves is all about. Well, that, true love, hot ménage sex, the power of the ocean, beautiful bisexual men who love an ass-kicking blind heroine, and an adorable, potentially lethal infant.

You know, the usual stuff.

 

witches wavesWitches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: The Different, book 4)

Out 11/18/14 from Samhain Publishing. Pre-order now!

 

The ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.

Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 4

Long held captive as the Agency’s secret weapon—a blind witch with visions—Meaghan has come to a line she refuses to cross. Rather than betray the infant “child of five bloods” to the Agency’s scientists, she chooses death. Except when she throws herself into the ocean, she doesn’t die. Her repressed water magic comes to life.

When the sodden, delirious witch drifts into Kyle’s arms, his otter dual instincts tell him to get her to the Donovans as fast as possible. Even though one particular surfer-dude Donovan broke his heart.

Declan Donovan continually kicks himself for pushing Kyle away, but his touchy combination of water, earth and lightning magic is too volatile, and Kyle wanted more than Deck was ready to give.

When they come together to help Meaghan control her new magic, it leads the Agency straight to the child of five bloods. They’ll have to dive head-first into total trust—in their magics, in themselves and in each other—to save the child and stop the Agency once and for all.

Warning: Contains an oceanful of sex between an ethereal blind heroine who swears like a pissed-off Marine, an overly serious otter shifter, a would-be beach bum who may be descended from a Norse god, in permutations as fluid as the sea – and themes of abuse and recovery.

 

Here’s a taste:

Anger flared in Kyle’s dark eyes. “Trickster’s tits, Deck, she’s been in an Agency compound since she was little. I’m the first guy she’s ever met who wasn’t using her as a fucking lab experiment. Yeah, I’m intrigued, but I’m not going to go there. How the hell would she know if she’s really interested or if I just gain by comparison to sadistic Agency freaks?” He snorted. “She can’t even see my manly charms. She’s blind.”

But, demons and devas, Declan could see his manly charms. The short, dark-brown hair, as sleek and lush as his otterside’s pelt, dark eyes a man could drown in, cutting cheekbones, strong, lean body that quivered with erotic tension. He couldn’t see the well-muscled chest and back, the near-perfect abs, the angular lines on the sides of Kyle’s hips or the big uncut cock. But he knew those “manly charms” too. Knew them and had remembered them in explicit detail every moment he’d been alone, ever since he was fool enough to tell Kyle he needed time.

Kyle was one beautiful man. But that serious, thoughtful tone behind the flippancy so natural to an otter dual took him from beautiful to damn well irresistible.

With each step forward, Declan told himself no. But he kept walking. It didn’t help that Kyle met him halfway.

Declan froze at the last second. He’d rejected Kyle once, run like a rabbit from something he realized too late he wanted. Just because Kyle was still attracted didn’t mean he’d want to take the chance of being hurt again, especially not with the lovely, mysterious Meaghan depending on him.

But when he opened his arms in invitation, Kyle was in them, pressing his slender, sinuous body against Declan’s more solid one, drawing him down into a kiss.

Almost as soon as they touched—certainly as soon as their lips met—Declan’s cock snapped to awkward attention.

He needed. Lord and Lady, he needed. Something about Kyle made everything feel all right, made him feel like whatever challenges they faced, whatever the Agency might do, they’d be able to handle it.

He was pretty sure it wasn’t anything deep and metaphysical. He was on such a hormonal high that everything seemed like it was fine.

Kyle was in his arms, Kyle was kissing him, Kyle’s energy was caressing him everywhere and Kyle’s hands were doing their best to do the same. Declan slid his own hands down to cup the other man’s firm ass. With a muffled groan, Deck ground their crotches together. Arousal, sharp and hot and almost painful, shot through him.

Deck’s red magic was as squirrelly as his other powers, sometimes as erratic as a teenage virgin’s, sometimes nearly as strong as Elissa’s, though a lot more chaotic. Right now it was running so high the world turned red and crackled with energy, and they both had all their clothes on. Instinctively, he shunted the power the two of them were raising to strengthen Meaghan’s shields. The poor girl was almost as naked as a normy and more psychically open than his cousin Portia. At least Portia didn’t have seizures when she telepathically tapped into someone else’s thoughts.

Then Kyle’s hand snaked into his pants and Deck was glad that the red magic could do its thing without his brain involved now that he’d directed it, because his brain and his body both wanted to focus on Kyle.

 

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glamour cropped 2Bio:

Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries are her favorites. Or they were until she discovered that SF romance offers new possibilities for wild sex and imaginative adventure, so she’s added that sub-genre to her repertoire. Oh, and she’s also half of the writing team known as Sophie Mouette, writing mostly light-hearted spicy romances (with forays into erotica).

Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys belly dance, yoga, medieval re-creation, playing in the ocean, cooking, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat.  She’d enjoy sleeping, too. She thinks. But it takes so much time!

She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and two overstuffed cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to water.

Find Teresa at www.teresanoelleroberts.com, like her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTeresaNoelleRoberts or follow on Twitter, where she’s @TeresNoeRoberts.

And check out her alter ego Sophie at www.sophiemouette.com.

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Fall Leaves, Pumpkin Patches and Scary Movies Perfect for Snuggling? by Nancy Corrigan (@Nancy_Corrigan)

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thingsthatgohump300x200The month of October is by all means my favorite month. Where I live in Northeastern United States, the trees are dotted with splashes of color from burnt gold to fiery reds. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and I make sure my family and I do everything possible to get outside and enjoy the foliage. We take trips to the pumpkin patch, go on hayrides, visit the corn maze and the haunted house. But one aspect of fall that signifies the change from warmth to those chilly winter days is the cooler, brisker days. I call these “the first movie days” of the season. They’re the days when it’s absolutely heavenly to snuggle on the couch with a blanket, a loved one or pet, and get lost in another world. I rarely indulge in these days because when I’m not with my family or working, I’m writing, but when I do, they’re extra special. And what does this romance writer like to watch the most? Scary movies, especially ones I’ve seen before. Then they’re not so scary 😉 And if I yank the blanket up to my neck or I bury my face against my husband’s chest, that’s okay too. It’s part of the thrill.

So what are my top movies?

  1. The Birds by Alfred Hitchcock
  2. The Exorcist
  3. Halloween (Slasher movies are one of my favorite types!)
  4. Alien
  5. The Silence of the Lambs
  6. The Omen
  7. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
  8. Jaws
  9. Nightmare on Elm Street
  10. The Shining

What about you? Any personal favorites?

 

Mist UnveiledHunter Betrayed

Nancy Corrigan

Wild Hunt, Book 1

Tainted from birth, Harley lives a life cloaked in darkness and temptation. She resists the lure of her evil legacy by holding the memory of her ghostly savior close. Every night without him is agony. She fantasizes about him and yearns for his body, but he’s not the protector or lover she’s envisioned. He’s a Hunter bred to eliminate her kind. He’s also her only hope of salvation.

Calan, the leader of the Wild Hunt, was created to protect mankind from the Unseelie Court. For a millennium, he’s sacrificed to ensure the horrid creatures remain in the Underworld, but his strength wanes. He must rely on his enemy’s daughter to save him, but he doesn’t expect the intensity of their lust or love. Her touch calms his wild nature and ignites his carnal desires. He’ll risk all to save her, but doing so forces him to make the ultimate sacrifice, one that’ll damn him to suffer forever in his own living hell.

Genre: paranormal

Heat: erotic, explicit sex

Length: 65K

Series: Wild Hunt

Excerpt

“You’re alive.”

The low, gravelly voice of her ghost man caressed her as tangibly as it had all those years ago. She dropped her hands and popped her eyelids open. Hovering inches away were the eyes she’d seen in her dreams every night since.

“Oh, god.” She scrambled back and tripped over her bag, landing on her ass.

“Be calm. You’re safe.”

Peace settled over her as if he’d taken her anxiety away with those words. Still, she inched away from those disembodied eyes. Caution had kept her alive in the face of a lifetime of evil. It didn’t matter if she’d felt as if she’d known him for ages. She’d learned early on nothing was as it seemed. Those with the ability to use glamour could create illusions out of thin air.

She settled on bent legs and studied the apparition for a clue as to whether he was a figment of her imagination or not. The oval surrounding the spectral display showed tan skin, ridiculously long lashes and dark eyebrows. Her pulse kicked up but not in fear. Desire fueled it. It was the same reaction she always had when she conjured his eyes—peace and arousal. She ignored the moisture pooling low and focused on the man she’d never thought she’d see again, not outside of her dreams at least.

“You.” She swallowed hard. “It’s you.”

“Yes. It is.” A long moment passed where they held each other’s gazes. Finally, he released a shaky breath she felt skim over her cheek. She pressed her palm to the sensitive skin to hold the warmth close. “You never returned to me.”

She’d tried. Raul had stopped her. She’d escaped a near rape at his hands by stabbing him but afterwards she hadn’t been quite…right. It was as if his touch had dirtied her.

She wrapped her arms tight around her chest and pushed the memory away. “I ran just like you told me to.”

“I also told you to come back. You promised you would.”

Guilt choked her for breaking her vow too. She looked away.  “Yes, I did.”

The feather light stroke of his fingertips along her cheek quickened her breaths. Her body reacted to the simple caress as if he’d touched her intimately. Her breasts pebbled and warmth pooled low.

“No matter. I’m glad you finally did. I need your help.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You remember all the knowledge I shared with you, correct?”

She remembered. He’d forced information into her brain she hadn’t known what to do with. Within one heartbeat and the next, she’d learned everything she’d needed to know about how to avoid falling victim to the redcaps and sluaghs. He’d also implanted a compulsion to have an obsidian blade made that had become her constant accessory. She never left the house without it. It was the only thing that could kill the fairies’ creatures.

She forced herself to nod. “Yeah, you saved my life.”

“I thank the gods for that, little female. I was right about you. You are the key.”

“The key to what?”

“You will be the one who will unlock me from my prison and allow the Wild Hunt to ride again.”

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Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on a passionate, emotional and romantic journey.

She’s also a mother of three and a wife to a very patient husband who doesn’t mind reminding her to eat and sleep. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

 

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Talk about Things that Go Bump-Hump in the Night…Scary and Sexy

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thingsthatgohump300x200Kudos to KD Grace for opening her place to a whole month of spooky, paranormal, dark and mysterious, erotic romance authors…and their story-stars – thank you, KD 🙂

I’m Holly Preston, a story-star in Kay Dee Royal’s upcoming paranormal erotic romance short story, Holly Gets Darkly – due to release 11-4-14. When Kay Dee told me about this fun Halloween month of things that go hump in the dark…well, I just had to share a couple of the scenes in my story. I’m a nature photographer, love the forest, and have been after a shot of the elusive cougar in Michigan ever since I was a child and saw one of those big cats in a zoo. The look that cougar sent me…well, I swear it was inside my head talking to me. I never forgot it.

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So, back to the darkness and things that go hump…here’s the scary scene:

A snarled warning from something ahead startled me. I stopped and raised the flashlight in the direction of the sound. My hand shook and the light jiggled. A large cat sprang at the wavering beam of light, like a domestic cat playing with a laser beam. Only this creature moved with the speed and stealth of a ninja, powerful muscles rippling along its haunches as it pounced only a few feet in front of me. I held my scream, but dropped the flashlight. It rolled down the hill, leaving me standing in darkness in front of…a cougar.

Holy cougar-bait, now what do I do? I couldn’t stop shaking while my knees turned to jelly and threatened to crumple under me. Crap. Okay, I had sticks…in my hand. I used one to balance and keep me from falling down.

Then the cat ripped past me, tearing in the direction of the flashlight.

It knocked me down, sticks and all. I lay there frozen, listening as the flashlight skidded here and there, until it finally went out.

The cat snarled, whether in anger or play, I really didn’t know and didn’t want to hang around to find out. I crawled, afraid to stand, feeling my way in the opposite direction of where the cat originated.

Attempting to be soundless in the dark over dead leaves was for the birds…they could fly, while I made lots of noise.

Another something snapped as my knee took the hit. Then I sensed the giant cat was near. Folding my knees under me and covering my head with my arms, I lay face down on the ground. It wasn’t for ferocious cats that a person was supposed to act dead around, but at this point I had no choice. I certainly wasn’t going to run. It would only toy with me until it killed me, like it killed my flashlight.

Its warm, moist breath moved the hair that had fallen over my arms as air puffed in and out of its mouth. I knew they smelled with their mouths open and thanked the universe it was too dark to see its sharp fangs. It pawed my arm, back, side, sole of my foot, and then my butt.

I wanted to shout, “Private place!” But as soon as the thought hit my brain, the beast’s claws shredded the back of my jeans. I jerked at the sound of tearing fabric, every part of me screaming to run, and yet the sharp nails never connected with my skin.

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I’m never scared in the dark…never scared in the forest, but when that big beast stood over the top of me, it was the tensest moment of my life. So, there’s the scary…but the sexy, well, there’s no end to it due to the pheromone over-dose I got afterward…here’s a teeny dose of one scene:

Naked-guy looked like he was studying me, tilting his head, and then his lips parted…was he panting? He leaned closer and his rugged, forest scent washed over me like hot steam in a Jacuzzi.

The wood crackled in the fireplace and snapped me back to earth. “What the hell are you doing?” I shoved his shoulders, but his body was planted in place.

Of all the things he could have done, I never expected this. He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers around his arousal and then crushed his lips to mine, burying his tongue inside my more than ready mouth. There was no way I could move, tethered to his…junk below, and then dueling with his exploring tongue. Good grief, what was a woman to do?

He withdrew his tongue long enough to whisper, “You want me. I can smell it.”

Good gods. Who said stuff like that, and what does that even mean…I hiked all damn day…is he smelling my sweat?

His lips claimed mine and then took me hostage. That was the best way to describe the sensations pulsating through my entire body, spiraling down every appendage, every nerve line, and then all joining forces at my center. My eyes closed and my back arched without my permission, shoving my breasts into his chest and drawing my body out from under the coverlet to grind against my hand still clinging to his cock.

I was losing my mind as well as my body to him.

Then he stepped back, leaving my mouth empty and pulling himself from my curled fingers.

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If you’re up for a dark, scary, and ultra-sexy shifter story, consider reading my story – Holly Gets Darkly – it’s the hottest part I’ve ever played 🙂

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Holly discovers a whole new erotic world when confronted by the elusive cougar.

Warning: ADULT CONTENT—Sizzling Hot, M/F, F/F, M/M, M/F/M, multiple partners, anal play, and ultra-arousing sex

Blurb:

Holly Preston, freelance nature photographer, gets lost in the dark and stranded in the forest on a mission to locate the elusive cougar for the shot of a lifetime.

Keyt Darkly, Forest Ranger, tracks her with more in mind than rescue.

She discovers cougars are nothing compared to what awaits her in a cabin hidden deep in the darkness…

 

http://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photo-woman-long-red-hair-black-image4086800Author Bio:

Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary erotic romance—maybe because they’re also her favorite genres to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She’ll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family (her dog, her cats, her caged husband… you get the idea).

You can find more about her books at Muse It Hot:

http://museithotpublishing.com/index.php/our-authors/68-our-authors/authors-r/265-kay-dee-royal

 

Kay Dee Royal’s Social media, blog and website links

Author Page: https://museituppublishing.com/eroticab/index.php/our-authors/68-our-authors/authors-r/265-kay-dee-royal

FB: http://www.facebook.com/kaydee.royal

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kaydeeroyal

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5227617-kay-dee-royal

Blog: http://www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com

Website: http://kaydeeroyal.wix.com/kaydeeroyal

 

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