Kiss Me Deadly for .99

Hey everyone,

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!!!

Kiss Me Deadly is .99 for a short time! If you haven’t grabbed your copy of Sam and Jimmy’s story, now is the perfect time to grab it.

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Blurb:

When Sameera Kattan’s band Final Regret gets signed, she is over the moon with excitement. Getting the hang of her change in occupation is overwhelming., not to mention the past she shares with, her longtime friend Jimmy, the lead guitarist for Crimson Rage. Dealing with a broody male with their history is a complication she isn’t sure how to straighten out.
Jimmy O’Riley can’t function with Sam around. Seeing her is like a ray of sunshine and a knife in the gut at the same time. Endless liquor and fast women fail to bring him the distraction he needs to survive. One thing he knows for sure is, a tour bus is no place for them to put ghosts to bed. Will the pressure create a rage that will be their final regret or promising future?
Extra Excerpt

“Sam.”

“I can’t sleep. I feel like I can’t breathe. How is this real, how is death fair?”

Jimmy caught the cello and set it to the side as she let go. “Nothing about this is right or fair, Sam. I know how you feel.”

He knelt down and looked up into the tragedy playing before him. “One day we’ll be okay.” God, he hoped he wasn’t lying to her. She nodded and limply put her hands on him. “Let’s get you back in bed, okay. Do you want a pill?” He knew the family doctor gave her a prescription of pills to help her sleep.

“No. Just don’t leave me right now.”

“All right.” He shucked his shoes and dress pants. “Get under the covers. I’m not laying in those uncomfortable pants.”

“Okay.” Sam climbed under the sheets. Jimmy tucked her in and settled on top of them. Sameera turned to him and curled into his side.

“Remember when you used to sneak into my window to sleep on the floor? I miss those days. We were best friends, J.J.”

“Yeah, I know but we grew up. You knew that couldn’t last forever.” He stroked her hair wanting to say he missed those days too.

“You mean you got popular, and then the band took off.” She yawned.

“Yeah and you were a prodigy. We left each other, you to a performing arts school and me to—well around the world.”

“Miles was our True North. I begged him not to join Special Forces. I was away with the symphony a lot of the time, while he was on top secret assignments. I feel like if I’d have been home more or given up touring with the symphony he wouldn’t have made that decision.”

“Hey,” Jimmy shushed her, staring into her sad brown eyes. “My brother lived and breathed the military life, the crazy assignments, the brotherhood. He would’ve joined not only because he was made for it—but because above all else he lived to please the colonel. Don’t put negative thoughts in your pretty head like his choice in how he lived his life is in anyway your fault.”

“Just hurts so bad,” she whimpered.

Jimmy let out a breath. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice breaking with emotion. He cleared his throat. “I’ll hold you until you fall asleep, then leave.”

“I know. Thank you.”

Jimmy slipped under the covers with Sameera face to face. They’d cuddled in the past, one more night wouldn’t hurt. “Nothing to thank me for. Close your eyes. I got you.” He trapped her leg with his and caged her in his arms. For her, he’d put aside battling his demons, battle their hurt—until at least one of them came out unscathed.

Quiet sobbing woke him from a fitful sleep. On the nightstand the blinking clock read four in the morning. Jimmy stroked Sameera’s hair and trailed a finger down the side of her face. He couldn’t take much more of the despair ripping her apart. He promised he’d shoulder her grief, shoving back his own, he kissed her on the cheek and swiped the tears rolling down her face.

“S-sorry. I was having a good dream, and then woke up and realized it was fantasy.”

“Sam, stop apologizing.” Her sorrow tore at his soul.

“J.J., I’m afraid to go back to sleep. I don’t want to see his face. I keep seeing his smile.”

“It’s gonna take time, meerkat.” Her body shivered in his arms. “You’re cold.” He rubbed her skin. Sameera scooted her body into his, wrapping her arms tight around him. Jimmy groaned. They weren’t kids anymore. She was a woman, he a man. She smelled of sunshine, and her skin soft as cotton. She tucked her face into his chest. His dick lurched against her naked stomach. Sameera knew. The absence of her breathe on his chest told him so. “Sorry. I should go.”

“No. It’s okay we can ignore what I just felt. Please don’t leave yet.” Sameera tightened her hold.

Ignoring the awkward moment seemed illogical, as the affliction hadn’t subsided. Each time her body squirmed, the more coiled his arousal became.

“Maybe forgetting for a little while isn’t a bad idea.” Her quiet voice penetrated the silence.

“Sam,” he hissed. She had no idea what she was suggesting, asking of him, if she did, she wouldn’t put him in the position of being a dick either way in the outcome. Jimmy closed his eyes.

“I’m broken and feel like I’m dying. Please, just one time. Give me something besides this unbearable grief.”

Jimmy swiped a tear from her face. How could he tell her no? He tipped her face up to his and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sameera’s breathing quickened. One taste wasn’t enough. He dipped in and stole another, drank her in, feasted on her sweet tasting mouth.

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NEW RELEASE by Cheyenne Meadows- Human Interaction Book 2

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Blurb:

Shyanne McDaniel, a young widow and mother of two small boys, loses her heart to Meat, an exotic dancer and alpha liger shifter, but dating another species proves a challenge.

While trying to figure out how to deal with an alpha shifter that likes the word “obey” way too much for her liking, Shy juggles raising her twin sons, taking local college classes, dealing with an adoptive family that leans heavily toward odd, and her job. She finds herself working for a man called Cannibal and battling for Meat’s attention from a cover model shifter, all the while trying not to think too much about her gift prize threesome fantasy weekend, Meat’s nun fetish, and her penchant for finding trouble.

Finding love again is never easy, and doing so with an alpha shifter only makes for more challenges. Can they work out their differences and love one another for who they are?

Excerpt:

I wiggled on Meat’s lap as he licked at the ticklish spot just behind my ear. The movements earned a groan from him and gave me a strong hint what his near future intentions were, if the large bump under my rear had anything to do with it.

A second later, Meat spun me halfway around, wrapping one arm behind my shoulders, while the other slipped under my knees. He stood swiftly and easily, cradling me as he strode away from the table.

“Don’t forget her spanking.” Ducian’s voice carried across the room. “She’s been anticipating it all afternoon.”

I gasped and looked up into my boyfriend’s face and immediately forgot the sassy comeback to the vampire’s reminder.

He looked intense. Deep blue eyes flashed, a growl resounded from his throat. His lips pulled back in an almost grimace, reminding me of the Wild Kingdom episode about lion matings. Meat carried the same facial expression as a male lion scenting a female right before he climbed on board for some serious species reproduction.

My belly somersaulted.

I had a strong suspicion Meat’s inner kitty prowled just under the human skin, snarling in demand for things his way. The biting used as punishment for not seeking his protection, the strong control, and the predatory attitude all shouted one thing. Feline displeasure.

Which meant I was about to get a quick lesson in female submission to an alpha male liger intent on staking his claim while proving his dominance once and for all.

I bit back a whimper of strong desire.

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September is For Sequels Blog Hop!

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Hi,

I hope everyone had a fantastic Labor Day!  I’m part of this fun blog hop for sequels. Visit here for a full list of participating authors for great posts and fun prizes!

 

The sequel I’m Posting is Kiss Me Deadly!
It’s book 3 in my Kiss Me rock band series. If you haven’t met Jimmy or Sam trust me you’ll want to meet this dynamic couple who have quite a shared history!
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Blurb:
When Sameera Kattan’s band Final Regret gets signed, she is over the moon with excitement. Getting the hang of her change in occupation is overwhelming, not to mention the past she shares with, her longtime friend Jimmy, the lead guitarist for Crimson Rage. Dealing with a broody male with their history is a complication she isn’t sure how to straighten out.
Jimmy O’Riley can’t function with Sam around. Seeing her is like a ray of sunshine and a knife in the gut at the same time. Endless liquor and fast women fail to bring him the distraction he needs to survive. One thing he knows for sure is, a tour bus is no place for them to put ghosts to bed. Will the pressure create a rage that will be their final regret or promising future?
 
 Excerpt
 

Sameera came out of the dressing room with her clothes, picked a locker and secured her belongings. Carrie soon joined her, still fixing her outfit.

“Who’s gonna paint us?

“We’re going for simple. Look at these fabulous shades. They will glow when we hit the club. For now you just need to put on some glow in the dark shim-shimmery lip gloss. Both of you.” Catalina handed them a wand and each a pair of glasses.

“Body paint?” Sameera grinned. “I want body paint.”

“Oh, girl. Just you wait.” She watched Dominique head to the door and holler for security. The muscle ripped god came to her rescue only to look around and see nothing wrong. “Ma’am, why do you need me?”

“We just need your hands, stud.” Catalina winked and held out the jar of paint. “Sameera get your fine ass over here for this man to put his hands on you. Jacob is it?” She read his name printed on his shirt. “Be a doll.” Catalina smeared the paint over his hands—one hand pink, one hand green—and stepped back.”

“Where do you want them at?”

“You’re a smart boy, I bet you can figure it out.” She winked and Sameera cracked up laughing. Jacob laid his palms over her breasts, his fingers touching bare skin leaving his brand on her.

“Nice.”

“All right, no need to get all pervy. Turn around Sam so he can grip that fine ass of yours.”

“God damn, what a sexy ass,” Jacob growled as Catalina reapplied paint.

Sam swore she heard her friend slap his ass. Next thing she knew he cupped her cheeks with his massive hands, then gripped her hips with his fingertips and stepped back.

“Admiring your handiwork?” she asked over her shoulder. She applied a line of gloss and tossed the shades over her eyes.

“Now for the accessories,” Dominique announced as Jacob tried to get close to Carrie.

“Uh, I have a man. Step back.”

Sameera cracked up. “Come get the light up necklaces and multi-colored bangles.”

“No one else has handprints.”

“I’m brilliant. Now here are your rules, Sam darling. Make him work for it. Work the handprints because your history of giving in makes you an easy lay. Don’t be an easy lay. Make him chase you and when he thinks he has you, make him chase you some more. Flirt with Jacob, a little competition is good for the soul.”

“Cat, what are you talking about?”

“Why, Jimmy, of course. Now that he’s back in your life again, shit is going to get crazy. He thinks he can just waltz in and smolder you with those deep green eyes. Make you lust over those sexy six-pack abs and his talented fingers, so you give in. Don’t be that girl, the one that caves in.”

“Uh yeah, have you touched those abs?” Sam snorted. It would take all she had to ignore the heated looks he threw her direction. “Don’t worry. I gave him a crystal clear message. I’m off the Jimmy buffet.”

“Really, Sam? Because the way you look at him tells a different story. It’s like ‘I’m here to eat all I can get.’”

Sameera rolled her eyes at Carrie. “He’s hot. Sometimes it takes a few for my body to get in tune with the warning signs my brain is sending. He’s intense. So fucking intense. Remembering what we were like sexually takes a toll. The night we were together during the funeral, is one that’s never gonna happen.”

“Good because Jimmy is such a whore and you don’t need that or the trouble it’d bring. He enjoys snagging random ass. We all know it,” Dominique reminded her.

She glanced at Carrie for support and her new friend nodded in agreement with her best friend.

“Okay. Let’s forget about the guys who came with us and go have a blast. I need a drink or four after this stimulating conversation.” Sameera tucked a wad of cash in her bikini top and flipped her hair. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but left them to trail after her. No one needed to tell her how much of a man whore Jimmy was, she knew first hand from all the articles in rag magazines.

Music blared out of the speaker system. Sameera linked her hand with Cat, who linked her hand with Carrie, who linked up to Dom making a conga line to the bar. On the way, a short girl stopped them with florescent shots of vodka in varied colors. “I’ll grab the two rounds of shots, and drinks at the bar.” She pulled out her cash and paid the girl for eight shots.

“To getting blitzed.” Catalina raised her glass in the air. The girls chinked plastic glasses and downed their drinks, then tossed the empties on the section of the shot girl’s tray.

“Damn.” Dominique nudged Sameera. “Look at the group of males with the tribal art all over their bodies. I would lick that paint off inch by inch.”

“Girl. You need to get laid. Your b.o.b. not doing it for you?” Catalina teased. “Those guys are hot enough to get the job done.”

“Thanks, ladies. Make the one taken woman feel hella uncomfortable. I know Shea is around her somewhere, probably looking for me,” Carrie groused, looking around for their group of males. “Oh, Sam. Jacob, our resident security, is still looking at you and heading our way.”

“He is fine as hell. Go get some of that girl,” Catalina prodded her.

“Um. Okay. I’ll meet you ladies at the bar. Grab me a double drink.”

“Hey, beautiful,” Jacob whispered in her ear. “I see you and your girls are getting settled in. Come dance with me.” He slipped his arm around her and led her to the middle of the floor.

“Aren’t you working?” Sameera lifted on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

The ripped male chuckled.

“Yeah, no worries. I have coverage.” He led her hand to his other ear. Sameera felt his ear-piece and cord leading down to his waist where a box was clipped.

“Hmm, secret service like, very sexy.” She swayed to the fast beat of the music, bumping her body against his, letting her fingers travel every inch of his shirt. Jacob lifted her around his waist, carrying her to the back of the room. Sameera sighed as his thick bulge bumped against her pussy with each step. When his hands wound in her hair and he devoured her mouth with a sinful kiss, she didn’t shy off. She dove in, like a woman starved for sexual release.

“Damn beautiful, you taste fucking good.” Jacob broke off the kiss, touching his ear-piece. Sameera sighed and licked her lips. “I…uh, should get back to my friends.”

“Yes. That’s a good idea. Get the fuck back to your friends.”

Shit. Sam didn’t need to look behind her to know Jimmy found her. Now the question was how to extricate herself from this potential smackdown delicately? Biting her lip, she twisted around at the waist, placing a hand on Jimmy’s chest and her other on Jacob’s. “Boys. No need for this to get violent.”

“You have about two seconds to climb the fuck off him and take my hand,” Jimmy growled the words in her ear. Sam sighed and gave an apologetic smile to Jacob. The promise of retribution in Jimmy’s voice both scared and stimulated her libido. He growled reminding her to slide down. She did, and earned a heated look from Jacob whose hand gripped her hip.

“Unless this asshole has some prior claim on you, I can kick him out,” Jacob said.

“This is family business. Go do your job, you’re not fucking her ever. She’s not some goddamn whore to fuck in a club against the wall.”

“Really, Jimmy? I mean didn’t you fuck me just like I was nothing but a whore?” Sameera broke free of the testosterone brawl about to take place and stalked away, leaving the men to have their pissing contest without her. She found her girls at the bar chatting it up with the guys.

 

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Kiss Me Deadly Release Day/ Playlist and Contest

I am so excited that Kiss Me Deadly is finally out. A big thank you to the readers who’ve patiently waited.  I know this was slated for late November last year, unfortunately I was robbed in October and didn’t have my work backed up on an external. Rewriting a novel that was complete is not a fun thing to do, but I do think that this story is better than the first.  I enjoy writing characters that are diverse and unique. A band is a fun idea to create and flesh out. Not everyone’s upbringing is the same, but I’ve found that everyone has their own internal struggles stemming from childhood in some sort of fashion, not matter, the social class or culture.

Jimmy and Sam were a very emotional story to write and explore how the two remarkable individuals came to be who they are meant to be. I cried… a lot when I wrote this, mainly they wrote, I listened and enjoyed how deep, how dimensional I was able to convey them as individuals and as a couple. I also laughed a lot and sighed. I hope you all enjoy their story!

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When Sameera Kattan’s band Final Regret gets signed, she is over the moon with excitement. But becoming a superstar overnight is so surreal that she doesn’t quite know what to do with the fame and public adoration. If only her longtime friend Jimmy, the lead guitarist for Crimson Rage would celebrate with her. Instead she’s out on tour with a broody male who goes from hot to cold in seconds, putting a strain on their renewed friendship.

Jimmy O’Riley can’t function with Sam around. Seeing her is like a ray of sunshine and a knife in the gut at the same time. Jealousy clouds his judgment whenever a man lays hands on what should’ve been his years ago. Endless liquor and fast women fail to bring him the distraction he needs to survive. One thing he knows for sure is, a tour bus is sure is a tour bus is no place for them to put ghosts to bed.

PLAYLIST fOR KISS ME DEADLY

Kiss Me Deadly- Lita Ford

My Struggle- Seventh Day Slumber

I Love The Way You Hate Me- Like A Storm

Crucified- Sevendust

Everything Has Changed- Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift

What if I Was Nothing- All That Remains

Painkiller- 3 Days Grace

Good Girl- Carrie Underwood

Bottom of The Bottle- Smile Empty Soul

Words as Weapons- Seether

Storm- Lifehouse

Battle Born- Five Finger Punch Death

Human- Madilyn Bailey Cover

Nothing Else Matters- Apocalyptica 

Gravity- Sara Bareilles

Contest Time!

Leave a comment below, tell me about the sexiest kiss you’ve ever received or read. I’ll pick a winner for a copy of Kiss Me Deadly and a 4 or 4s iPhone Kiss Me Deadly cover. I’ll pick a winner a week from today!

Hell’s Kitty New Release and Giveaway

***NEW RELEASE & GIVEAWAY***
 
“Hell’s Kitty”
by Eve Langlais
 
Book #4 in the “Welcome to Hell” series.

Good thing this Hellcat has nine lives because he’s going to need them if he’s going to survive Lucifer’s latest scheme and land on his four furry feet.

 
Genre: Paranormal/Demon/Siren/Mermaid/Shifter Humorous Romance
Bad kitty. Hot kitty. Hell’s Kitty is on a mission for the devil, but he’s never too busy for seduction.
Okay, so Felipe ate a few of the Styx sea creatures. In his defense, they were awfully tasty. Depleting the monster reservoir didn’t mean Lucifer had to go all Lord of Hell on him and order him to go on a stupid mission. And to Siren Isle of all places! Everyone knows males should stay far, far away from that dangerous place. The only stroke of luck is the woman he’s after isn’t a siren. Nor is she quite a mermaid. As a matter of fact, Jenny isn’t like anyone he’s ever met—so, of course, this curious cat wants her.
Except he’s not the only one.
Not long after his arrival, he runs into problems, which he’s only too happy to solve in a permanent and violent fashion. Getting Jenny off the island and back to Hell’s inner circle is proving more troublesome than expected, though. Who knew a simple retrieval mission would signal the start of a dangerous—yet exhilarating—adventure, and despite his tomcat ways, this purring feline can’t help but fall in love.
The Welcome to Hell series (Can be read as stand alones, but to fully enjoy Lucifer and his ongoing matchmaking attempts, I’d suggest you read them in the following order):
 
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In celebration of the release of “Hell’s Kitty” Eve is offering the 1st book in the series for free until the end of June. If you haven’t started this series yet this is your chance to get the 1st book for free. Get yours now. 🙂
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Download your free copy at any of the major ebook sellers. 🙂 
Happy Reading!!
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Eve is hosting a giveaway for this book blitz week. Just fill out the rafflecopter to enter. Winner will get a gift package from Eve consisting of some awesome swag and a ebook copy of “Hell’s Kitty”. Good Luck!

*Giveaway is US/Canada only.
*You must be 18 or over. 
 
 

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A Kat’s Tail by Author Melissa Snark

A Cat’s Tale

 

Melissa Snark

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Date of Publication: March 7, 2014

 

ISBN: 978-0-9842095-3-8

ASIN: B00IVPYACA

 

Number of pages: 78

Word Count: Approx. 24,000 words

 

Cover Artist: Farah Evers

 

Purchase at Amazon or B&N or ARe

 

Add to your Want-to-Read list on Goodreads

 

 

 

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Book Description:

 

“With a starting phrase ‘somewhere between Virginia and California’; you know you are in for a treat with A Cat’s Tale. Jared is so much fun, a true Alpha male who knows when to keep his Alpha tendencies down and hidden.”

~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews

 

Alpha werewolf, Jared Kohl, wakes up in a vampire’s dungeon, swearing revenge upon the wily Siamese werecat who lured him there with her sultry lips and the sweetest tail. To escape his undead captor, all he has to do is seduce the skittish puss and show her that trust is often a hot and hard lesson to learn.

 

Enslaved feline shifter, Josephine Young, has learned the hard way not to believe in anything or anyone—not men, not love, and certainly not the blood-sucking mistress who tossed her into the cage with the hungry beast she’d betrayed. But Josephine does what she must to survive, including tempting the dominant werewolf to give her more than promises.

 

Imprisoned for their blood, Jared and Josephine fight for survival and discover a passion that neither can walk away from. Can these two predators survive long enough to prove that cats and dogs can be more than enemies?

 

 

 

 

1213570841Fast Facts About Melissa Snark:

 

  • Melissa Snark is published with The Wild Rose Press & as an Indie author with four different titles.
  • Her Loki’s Wolves series includes THE CHILD THIEF, HUNGER MOON AND BATTLE CRY (to be released June 2014).
  • Her novel THE MATING GAME, an erotic paranormal title will be released in Spring 2014.
  • She lives in the San Francisco bay area with her husband, three children and a glaring of cats.
  • She blogs about books and writing on The Snarkology.

 

Learn more about Melissa Snark:

Author Website

The Snarkology

Email: melissasnark at gmail.com

Facebook Author Page

Twitter

Goodreads

Amazon Author Page

 

 

Excerpt Chapter 1 (Adult rated)

 

A Cat’s Tale

 

Somewhere between Virginia and California

 

It happened in a nowhere town at a shithole bar off the main highway somewhere between Virginia and Los Angeles. Jared Kohl pulled off to get a drink and a burger. Okay, more than one drink, and a pile of burgers. But a werewolf had to eat and it took more than just one shot to get him buzzed. Whatever the case, he never did get to order.

The bar was dim and cheap with its 60s themed movie and rock posters, and a jukebox pumping out Jimi Hendrix and The Stones. Jared took a seat at a corner table where he could stretch out his long legs and appreciate the classic image of Marilyn Monroe and her billowing white dress.

As a stranger to this community, he was bound to attract attention. Jared measured a neat six-four and two hundred twenty pounds of pure sinewy muscle. His dark brown hair had gotten too long, so stubborn curls tumbled across his forehead. His neat mustache and beard covered only his chin, framing his mouth. He was handsome and knew it. He had his father’s good looks—broad forehead, strong nose, generous mouth, and square jaw. From his mother, he’d inherited startling topaz eyes. A cleft divided his chin.

As distracting as all the eyes upon him were, Jared got hard the second he scented her—rich and musky and designed for fucking. His posture remained relaxed as she walked up behind him. He did not glance up until she ran a hand over his shoulder. Her fingernails were painted fire-engine red and sharpened to points. The light scratches she left on his skin healed thanks to his regenerative ability.

“So a werewolf and a werecat walk into a bar…” Her voice was low and husky, pitched to create a seductive resonance within a man’s crotch. Beneath the pheromones, he smelled sadness and anxiety, which intrigued him more than the blatant come on. She seemed more complex than she wanted to let on.

Jared looked up from his drink to get hung up on a pair of pretty knees clad in white stockings and red lace garters encircling slender thighs. Her plaid skirt was the right length of short, stopping just shy of crotch level, low enough to tease him. She wore a prim white button-up shirt with a collar and rolled sleeves. Her skin was Asian mocha, and her hair was black and worn in pigtails secured with red ribbons. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright blue with slit pupils. The ornate gold collar around her neck seemed incongruous with the outfit. She was working the Japanese schoolgirl angle hard, but he judged her to be in her early twenties. Sometimes with shapechangers, it was hard to tell.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Jared said. “Does the wolf eat the pussycat?” He smiled, showing a hint of fang. It had been a while since he’d eaten, and he was hungry enough to consider her the entrée. Jared met those cobalt eyes but did not worry about dominance. He was smart enough not to get into a staring contest with a cat.

“Does the wolf want to eat the pussycat?” She trailed a suggestive hand down his chest and then sat on his lap. Unless he was mistaken, she wasn’t against the idea of being splayed and licked. Hell, she might go for biting if her kink was pain.

“It’s been a while since I last ate,” he said. She wasn’t what he expected of a werecat. But then he’d never met one until she walked up and sat in his lap, so he was free of preconceived notions.

“You’re new to town,” she said. “Are you here with your pack?” Oh man, she was leading him without any subtlety. He smelled the trap big time.

“I’m on my way to LA,” he said. “Sorry, but I’m afraid it’s just me.” He watched her reaction, trying to figure her angle. She had fire and spirit, and the air of a creature abused.

Her smile widened. “So, you’re a lone wolf?”

“Not exactly,” Jared responded with caution. He shrugged. “It’s more a matter of circumstance than choice. It’s complicated.”

“I like complicated men.” On his lap, she shifted, rubbing her buttocks against his swollen cock and working the denim for friction.

Jared sucked in air between his teeth. Oh yeah, a baited but obvious trap. “What’s your breed?”

Anger flared in her cobalt eyes. She withdrew several inches away from him. He held up a staying hand. “I only meant—” Fuck, what had he meant? “Are you Persian? Burmese? You smell like a purebred.”

“You know cats?” She seemed thrown. Mistrust glittered in her pretty eyes, causing her mask of sophistication to slip. “I’m Siamese.”

He grinned. “My mom had a Siamese. He was a crazy cat.”

“What happened to him?” she asked in a way that could only be described as catty. “Was he eaten by a werewolf?”

“Sol passed away at the ripe old age of twenty-one,” Jared said. At twenty-six, he had grown up with the cat and loved it a great deal.

Restless, the werecat shifted. He smelled her fear—fear of him. His protective instincts rushed to the fore. He opened his mouth to ask why when she twisted on his lap to straddle him. With a glance, he got a good look at her crotch as the skirt bunched up high across her thighs. She had no panties on and a manicured pussy—Brazilian waxed.

“Want to fuck me?”

Jared swallowed hard. She hadn’t bothered to ask his name. No doubt, it was a trap. Jared nodded and followed her out of the bar anyway. He wanted to fuck her that bad.

 

 

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  1. Adult Excerpt Demonic PersuasionThe dull ache intensified the more he teased instead of pleased. A long solitary lick drove her to the brink of tears. She snarled at him, a warning to quit fucking with her. Seconds passed, until he repeated the action, leaving her on the brink of climaxing. The hold he used prevented her from retaliation or moving to keep control. He held her fast with a firm grasp, sucking at his leisure.
    Tired of play, she kicked out, planting her feet into his chest to dislodge his hold, her years of fighting instinct taking over.
    Orobus snapped his head up and wiped her juices from his mouth. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate being disturbed. The heated promise of retribution he shot her caused her knees shake. She scrambled up the bed, trying to break away from his unwavering, hawkish gaze.
    “Aw, love. We in a fighting mood?”
    “You play too damn much.” Her demon demanded his blood. She shifted stances, brushing off the surging need.
    “Come here.”
    “So you can play with me? No.”
    “Last warning.”
    She laughed. “You can’t see me. How much damage can you do, blinded mate? I could walk out of here. You wouldn’t know where to find me.”
    “Who needs vision when your aromatic pussy leaves and exact trail.”
    She hit the bare floor, fleeing to the other side of the room at his words.
    “Get back on the bed, love, so I can fix you.”
    “Fuck you.” Eyeing his glorious naked cock, she wanted to buckle and crawl on the bed for more. She hated being played with. The act reminded her of those who used and discarded her in the past.
    “Love, I hear your heart pounding, scent the desire pooling between those thighs meant for only me.”
    “Yeah? Maybe I’ll go find an incubus to take care of me,” she spat.
    Dark tension raged in the sudden silence. Fuck, his opaque eyes crackled, clearing his vision. Fatal clamped her hand over her mouth and wished she could recall her impulsive words. She didn’t mean what she said. Demons damn him for goading her into reacting before thinking first.
    Orobus stalked over to her, anger clouding his chiseled face. He stopped directly in front of her, fisted her hair in his hand to draw her to him. His lips ghosted over her ear. “If it’s an incubus you want, an incubus you will get. Krios. I summon you.” He let loose her hair and moved a step back.
    “I didn’t mean it,” she whispered, frozen by his harsh tone, awaiting his next move.
    “Too late, my impulsive mate.” A white-hot energy crackled around them. Her mouth dropped open. Amused green eyes met her questioning gaze. Dressed in black leather pants, the Grecian sex god shimmered into view.
    “Dark Prince, you called.” Krios stood at attention, for orders.
    Fatal lowered her focus to the floor.
    “My impatient mate wishes for an incubus to see to her needs.” Orobus stepped aside. “Do you have time?”
    “Poor Gataki,” Krios crooned.
    Sex on a stick sized her up. He clapped Orobus on the back. “For you, sir, I’ll make time. I have to tell you, this makes the second mate this week to foolishly request one of us.”
    “Orobus recall him. Don’t leave me.” Panic flooded her. She didn’t want another man touching her intimately.
    “Shhh, Gataki.” The sex god cupped her face gingerly.
    She moaned. Heat surged through her body at his momentary touch. The fiery blaze leaving her fever pitched. “Orobus.”
    Her mate ignored her request for clemency.
    “Shh, Gataki. Your mate watches how your body yearns for satiation. The way your beautiful breasts heave as you breathe.” He dipped a finger through the valley between her breasts, touching her perspired skin. The incubus fed her erotic images of Orobus and things she never imagined doing.
    Her cheeks heated from the possibility of what he suggested. She shuddered as pleasure surged through her body. Invisible fingers probed her, teased, leaving her pulsating with unquenched thirst.
    “Dark Prince?”
    “If you physically fuck her, I will kill you.”

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The dull ache intensified the more he teased instead of pleased. A long solitary lick drove her to the brink of tears. She snarled at him, a warning to quit fucking with her. Seconds passed, until he repeated the action, leaving her on the brink of climaxing. The hold he used prevented her from retaliation or moving to keep control. He held her fast with a firm grasp, sucking at his leisure.

Tired of play, she kicked out, planting her feet into his chest to dislodge his hold, her years of fighting instinct taking over.

Orobus snapped his head up and wiped her juices from his mouth. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate being disturbed. The heated promise of retribution he shot her caused her knees shake. She scrambled up the bed, trying to break away from his unwavering, hawkish gaze.

“Aw, love. We in a fighting mood?”

“You play too damn much.” Her demon demanded his blood. She shifted stances, brushing off the surging need.

“Come here.”

“So you can play with me? No.”

“Last warning.”

She laughed. “You can’t see me. How much damage can you do, blinded mate? I could walk out of here. You wouldn’t know where to find me.”

“Who needs vision when your aromatic pussy leaves and exact trail.”

She hit the bare floor, fleeing to the other side of the room at his words.

“Get back on the bed, love, so I can fix you.”

“Fuck you.” Eyeing his glorious naked cock, she wanted to buckle and crawl on the bed for more. She hated being played with. The act reminded her of those who used and discarded her in the past.

“Love, I hear your heart pounding, scent the desire pooling between those thighs meant for only me.”

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll go find an incubus to take care of me,” she spat.

Dark tension raged in the sudden silence. Fuck, his opaque eyes crackled, clearing his vision. Fatal clamped her hand over her mouth and wished she could recall her impulsive words. She didn’t mean what she said. Demons damn him for goading her into reacting before thinking first.

Orobus stalked over to her, anger clouding his chiseled face. He stopped directly in front of her, fisted her hair in his hand to draw her to him. His lips ghosted over her ear. “If it’s an incubus you want, an incubus you will get. Krios. I summon you.” He let loose her hair and moved a step back.

“I didn’t mean it,” she whispered, frozen by his harsh tone, awaiting his next move.

“Too late, my impulsive mate.” A white-hot energy crackled around them. Her mouth dropped open. Amused green eyes met her questioning gaze. Dressed in black leather pants, the Grecian sex god shimmered into view.

“Dark Prince, you called.” Krios stood at attention, for orders.

Fatal lowered her focus to the floor.

“My impatient mate wishes for an incubus to see to her needs.” Orobus stepped aside. “Do you have time?”

“Poor Gataki,” Krios crooned.

Sex on a stick sized her up. He clapped Orobus on the back. “For you, sir, I’ll make time. I have to tell you, this makes the second mate this week to foolishly request one of us.”

“Orobus recall him. Don’t leave me.” Panic flooded her. She didn’t want another man touching her intimately.

“Shhh, Gataki.” The sex god cupped her face gingerly.

She moaned. Heat surged through her body at his momentary touch. The fiery blaze leaving her fever pitched. “Orobus.”

Her mate ignored her request for clemency.

“Shh, Gataki. Your mate watches how your body yearns for satiation. The way your beautiful breasts heave as you breathe.” He dipped a finger through the valley between her breasts, touching her perspired skin. The incubus fed her erotic images of Orobus and things she never imagined doing.

Her cheeks heated from the possibility of what he suggested. She shuddered as pleasure surged through her body. Invisible fingers probed her, teased, leaving her pulsating with unquenched thirst.

“Dark Prince?”

“If you physically fuck her, I will kill you.”

 

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4/18 – C&F (Book Spotlight)

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4/19 – Night Owl Reviews (Spotlight)

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A Sinful Education Blog Tour with Layna Pimentel

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Who knew an unconventional education could be so sinfully exquisite.

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Lord Charles Avonlea has evaded marriage over the last year, but his mother is determined to find him a wife. Far from consenting to any of her choices, he sets his sights on the one woman unavailable to him, his best friend’s younger sister. With no regard for the law or her impending nuptials, he is determined to make Lady Emily Thompson his bride. The only trouble is, he’s stumbled upon dangerous information and hopes he can get to her before it’s too late.

Stunned and dismayed at discovering the arrangement between her mother and the Duke of Downsbury, Lady Emily Thompson searches for a way to break the marriage pact with the duke. She longs to be with the only man who indulges her curiosity, yet finds herself in the middle of a scandal that will crush her dreams forever.

Will she find a way out of marrying the duke, or will she find herself in the same predicament at the previous duchess? Which was dead.

 

 

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Lord Charles Avonlea has evaded marriage over the last year, but his mother is determined to find him a wife. Far from consenting to any of her choices, he sets his sights on the one woman unavailable to him, his best friend’s younger sister.

Stunned and dismayed at discovering the arrangement between her mother and the Duke of Downsbury, Lady Emily Thompson searches for a way to break the marriage pact with the duke.

Will she find a way out of marrying the duke, or will she find herself in the same predicament at the previous duchess?

EXCERPT

Excerpt 1 (SFW):

“There are a handful of young ladies I have my eye on. Would you take care in paying attention? I will only mention their names once, and I will begin arranging for some informal meetings.”

Avonlea’s inards twisted and knarled with anxiety. Would fate be so cruel to make him go through this again? The painful memories were too much to even give thought to in the presence of his mother and aunt. At least the woman had suggestions. Though, he could not wait to hear what prizes she had to offer. “What if I had my own list of women I was considering?”

His mother scoffed. “Pray, amuse your ailing aunt and I, who is on this supposed list?”

Of course, she’d ask me for examples. “There is Lady Emily Thompson, the Marquess of Stoughton’s sister. I have also considered—”

She gasped loudly. Her bright blue eyes widened with visible shock. The look alone spoke volumes. He was in trouble. “You will not tarnish our family’s reputation by bringing in a Thompson. Scandal will only follow. Or did you happen to miss last season’s events?”

How could he? It was as if the devil had his hand in the unfortunate and untimely deaths of the Duke of Brimley and the Duchess of Downsbury. He could not have been happier that Nathaniel and his marchioness finally were together.

And then there was the marquess’ sister. Emily was an attractive girl. She had somehow managed to get under his skin. He had thought of her on occasion these last few months. He had even departed Madame Martine’s without finishing the evening’s festivities. There were moments whenever he saw a redheaded young lady, when he somehow wished it had been her.

Yet here was his mother exclaiming how much she disapproved, even though Emily had played no part in the scandal. “If that is your only objection to the girl…her familial relations cannot be helped. One cannot be at fault for who they have for a mother. Pity that. Though, you have piqued my curiosity. Pray tell, who do you think would be my match?”

“At the top of my list of recommendations is Lady Eloise Morton.”

“Was that not the chit Lord Thompson’s mother tried to pawn on him?”

“How eloquently put, you clod. More politely put, she was jilted. She’s nice, comes from a good family, and she’s pretty enough.”

“Pretty enough! What in damnation does that have to do with anything?”

“A pretty one is easier to take to bed than an unsightly one.”

While his mother spoke the truth, he was beguiled more by a woman who spoke her mind. He needed a companion who was sharp-witted, one who did not cower at the first sign of a challenge.

“La! Do not tell me you prefer slightly unconventional girls, Charles?”

“No. Though, a plain girl would not make many demands, nor have high expectations,” Avonlea chided while he tapped the edge of the table, waiting for his mama’s reaction. When she swatted him, he only laughed in response.

“My dear boy, I am simply considering our lineage. Think of the excellent structure you have. Were it not for the inheritance of my mother’s eyes, and your fathers very appealing… Nevermind that. Anyway, I have the most handsome of men for a son, who’s an Earl at that. So, begin to behave as one.”

Avonlea smacked his forehead. “Mother!”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

 

How would he perceive her after tonight? Would he deem her the most incorrigible female ever bestowed upon London? Or, would he call her a minx and throw her out of his room? Her only desire was to learn, to educate herself in the ways of pleasure for when her time came to be a wife. To become a wife in name was not an option, nor did she want to play second fiddle to another woman. Yet, the truth be told, Emily desired to get closer with the earl.

Suddenly, the image forever engrained upon her mind of a woman’s mouth wrapped around a manhood seemed more of a challenge. The kind of challenge that would certainly scandalize any respectable female. But she desired to know the intricacies of said intimate moments. Perhaps Charles would find it as pleasurable. Emily shook her head and pulled off her covers.

She rose from the bed and put on her slippers and robe. Using the utmost discretion, she opted to leave behind the candlestick and left her room in the dark, knowing all too well it was only the two of them in this side of the house.

Emily gently closed her chamber door and swept down the hall, pausing outside of his room. The glow of the fireplace danced across the floor under the door, but all was silent. Perhaps he was reading from the privacy of the curtained platform bed or standing in the window, basking in the view the west side of the manor offered.

She quietly opened his door and closed it behind her.

No one stirred, nor made a sound.

She took a step forward, parting her lips to call for him.

A soft moan caught her attention and uncertainty crept up her spine. She should not have proceeded, but went on to appease her curiosity. Stealing further into the room, she paused in the corner.

She caught sight of his lordship through the break of the curtains. Charles’ eyes were closed, chest exposed as his hand moved beneath the sheet barely covering his waist. Lord, he’s a sight to watch, but what exactly is he doing?

Emily moved closer, but could not make head or tails of his motions. That is, until he called out, “Emily.”

He moaned then kicked off his sheets.

Good heavens, the sight of him was impressive. Dark, curly hair dusted his chest. His muscles so refined that the creases begged her to touch them. Dampness settled between her thighs again. What the hell is wrong with me? Did he just moan out my name?

She could see clearly now as he stroked his manhood.

Emily gasped and stepped back, bumping into a chair. Drats!

Avonlea opened his eyes.

She lost all sense of what she had stumbled upon. She should not have been there, no matter how glorious or how beautiful he looked with his eyes closed, or how impressive his body appeared. She would land straight in purgatory for this sin and many others, but she stood at the edge of the platform still.

 

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BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:

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