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Monday, April 30, 2012

Sexy? - Guest post by Kashif Ross, author of Barcode: Legend of Apollo

*Warning* I'm a no makeup, lingerie, talk a little dirty, and tell me exactly how you want it type of guy. So when I'm blunt and honest, don't be surprised. I just call it how I see it.

Yeah. I want to go there. I want to define sexy because too many people try reaching such a prestigious goal, but fail miserably. What the hell is sexy?

Sexy is what you make it, right? Kind of.

From my experience, I've learned that women define it. No matter how many theories a guy comes up with, we'll all listen to women in the end. Women are the Greek goddesses of hot & steamy. From your curves to soft and gentle areas, you are erotic. were.

Once upon a time, I thought everything was sexy. I could see the true allure in the world and appreciated the uniqueness of life. But I can't do that anymore. I'm married. I've set my standards and realized that sexuality has become saturated.

There are pole dancing classes, unique lingerie, sex toys, photo shoots, body paint, skinny jeans, workout videos, and a heap of other tools...all made to help you become sexy. Though there are so many options, everything that is enticing looks the same now. Why? You've been programmed.

I'm not going to get into some political babble, but not enough people explore various realms of sensuality and seduction. Too many people look at Kim Kardashian, Angelina Jolie, Zoe Saldana, Rihanna, Chris Brown, Fifty Cent, The Rock, or Bradley Cooper. After analyzing these stars, people work at becoming just like them.

Pardon me, but screw them. No star or one person defines sexy. Taking pictures of your body in the mirror ain't cuttin' it. Sexting...are you serious? Booty shots--especially if you have no butt at all--not cute. Amateur porn? Stop or I'll shoot you.

There is no privacy anymore. There's no mystique or allure. Nowadays, sexy is defined by how much you put out. How much you can show off.

That's not me. That's not sexy.

Attraction is meant to be mental warfare. Every writer knows this. If you want to turn a reader on, add sexual tension. Don't reveal too much. Let it play out in the reader's mind. The more explicit you are, the less you allow the reader to fill in the blanks.

If you want to be sexy, you need to become an author of your own life. Let your viewer wonder. Let thoughts of you fester in their brain until it explodes. You want them to overflow with intrigue.

Stop giving it away for free! The more you expose, the less they wonder. Eventually, curiosity will vanish and they'll simply want the final product.

So women, until you get sexy back on the right track, I'm stealing your defining rights. You're not sexy until you're like a good book--full of mystery, twists and turns. By the way, having a good cover helps.

Barcode: Legend of Apollo blurb:

Spencer's an infamously well-known “god” uninterested in his own fate. He turns nineteen-years-old on the first day of his last year at Colt Academy, the academic institution for gladiators. To celebrate, he unwillingly mentors a mysterious nerd, watches his family's helicopter plunge into the ground, and meets a strange Louisianan boy that may want to kill him. With the future of his family's fortune on the line, Spencer not only has to fight the occasional trip to Hades, but also train with his most hated childhood friend, discover the truth about his mother's death, and reestablish his legend as America's savior.

Barcode: Legend of Apollo excerpt:

I’m such a failure.
My instructors say I’m the first of the bloodline that isn’t naturally a top ranking student. Therefore, professors are inclined to boost my grades in order to keep “the great Apollo” at the top of his class.
I apologize dear ancestors. I will honor you by falling on my sword.
Damn. I don’t have a weapon yet. Give me a few days, folks.
I find a seat on a stone bench next to a small pond and watch as several lizard-fish swim and crawl through the shallow water. One has the flesh of a koi fish but the body of a garden lizard. The gold and black colors blur as my heavy eyes close and my head drops. I’m still jet-lagged.
As I open my eyes, a sharp kick lands between my ribs. Before my attacker can remove her foot, I grab it tightly and swing her into the pool.
The plague sitting in front of me with her butt dipped in an inch of water, and her arms folded neatly around her legs, just so happens to call herself Hannah’s best friend, though I knew her long before the two met.
This tomboy has a kick that’s out of this world. Her barcodes are powered by the goddess Atalanta. Every god and demigod has a code that they’re born with. That’s what separates us from Apes and humans. Some gods bond well with their bodies, while others pump so much power into their flesh that they can hardly stand. Ever. It can be a gift or a curse.
“You got my panties wet, jerk.”
“Why would a boy wear panties?”
“Don’t call me a boy, you ugly pig.”
“You walk like one, talk like one, but wait, you kick like a girl,” I tease, but my ribs scream in pain. Even more, I’m defiantly conscious that Michelle’s beauty competes closely with the most attractive girl on campus, Hannah. Still, she and I are mortal enemies that will one day battle to her death.
I’ve seen these visions in my sleep. Any morning I wake up after slaying her just so happens to be a great day. Yes. I’m very aware that many people consider these dreams, but if they are prophetic, The Writer does truly love me.
“What does Hannah see in you?”
“What do you mean? She said that in our first year you always gushed over my blue eyes, and wouldn’t stop raving about my face.” I watch the wicked witch’s eyes nearly leap out of their sockets, and her face turns pale. If the tattoos on her legs shine, I’ll need to flee for my own safety. “Geez. You look so upset; I almost think it’s true.”

Author Bio:

For the past three years, Kashif Ross has been mainly known as a teacher. Yet, he's managed to pick up very random titles along the way. Previous jobs include Student Molecular Oncology Researcher, Camp Counselor, CGI Animator, Character Designer, and Professional Geek.

Now he's an author living in California's Bay Area. You can find posts about his random thoughts and adventures on his blog,

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Exclusive Cover Reveal - The Power of Three

I'm so excited to reveal the cover of The Power of Three, an upcoming release with Decadent Publishing, as part of their new erotica Edge line. This is my first paranormal romance, but it can be classed as scifi romance as well.

So, here's a little about the story first:

Cursed to live amongst several stone gargoyle statues, Oscar watches a young couple, yearning to participate in their sexual activities. For he has been away from his own lovers for over a year, and longs to touch and be touched again.
When he tumbles off the headboard onto the couple, he is released from the statue but must find a way home. His only thought: a ménage with the man and woman who freed him. But will they try something new to grant him his return passage, or leave him wandering Earth alone?
And here's the cover:

What do you think?

Also, if you didn't get a chance to see the cover reveal of the four launch stories for Decadent Publishing's new erotic science fiction romance line, Elatia, hop on over to The Galaxy Express to check them out!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

All Too Human - Guest Post by S. Evan Townsend

My latest novel, Rock Killer, is science fiction but there are no aliens in it.  That's because of when and where it's set (not too far in the future, and only in our solar system).  But also because I'm not very good at writing about aliens.  I admit this about my writing.  Last time I tried to do aliens they looked like cockroaches and had a matriarchal society (I made the males unintelligent).  But to me they just didn't ring true.

I read a lot of science fiction.  This means I read a lot about aliens.  And while most of the time the aliens are interesting and add something to the story, I have to suspend my disbelief because every alien I meet in science fiction is, in my opinion, too human.  Which makes sense because the writers are human, the readers are human, and it would be difficult for them to understand a totally alien species as it would be to understand the motivations of a slime mold.  But you have things like humans and aliens falling in love.  Which would be about as likely as an artichoke falling in love with a human.  The biology is just not there.  And even though I love Mr. Spock, two species that evolved on different planets mating and producing offspring is completely unlikely.  Again, you'd have more luck trying to mate a human and an artichoke.

This is partially why I don't buy the little green men and UFOs.  The aliens described by those who claim to have been abducted are too human.  Maybe by some evolutionary chance the basic humanoid form would be most efficient even for a species that evolved millions of light years away.  But evolution is random.  So you'd think any combination that could work would work.  Also (and this may be me projecting my human values on aliens), I doubt they would expend all the resources needed for interstellar travel to anally probe a few rednecks (are they that hard up for dates?).   But alien motivations should be completely alien to us.   It's possible that if we saw a real life alien, we might not even recognize it as such.  Arthur C. Clark said that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.   We might think aliens were wizards.  We might think they are ghosts.  Maybe they travel in the fifth dimension and we don't see them at all.

One thing I've often wondered about aliens (assuming they exist and this universe seems too big for them not to somewhere), is would they have the same values we'd have? For instance, would their laws of economics be the same.  Our economic laws are, after all, based on human behavior.  The law of supply and demand, for instance.  The more something costs, the less that people want it.  But maybe to an alien, the more something costs the more they want it.  Why not?  But then maybe because resources are finite (unless you invent something that makes them infinite), the law of supply and demand is universal.

If aliens do come for a visit (or we meet them in space) they are likely to be so much more advanced than us that we'd be like ants to them. It could be they have already been here, seen us, and decided we're not an ant pile worth stepping on.   They would probably be hundreds of thousands of years ahead of us, if not millions of years.  Why?  Because they couldn't be much behind us because they wouldn't be in space and the universe is billions of years old so odds are they started gaining intelligence millions of years ago rather than closer to when we did. That means if we meet the Klingons or the Kzin, and they are hostile, chances are, we'll lose.

I'll continue to read and watch science fiction and enjoy alien interactions.  But I will always think of aliens, such as Mr. Spock, the way Captain Kirk described him: "Human."

Rock Killer Blurb: 

Space Resources, Inc. (SRI) mines asteroids for the riches a populated Earth needs without degrading the planet.  Yet there are those opposed to progress in whatever its form such as the Gaia Alliance, a front group for eco-terrorists.  During a violent attack on the Moon, the terrorists steal an exploration ship, arm it, and rename it the Rock Killer.

Charlene "Charlie" Jones of SRI security is trying to infiltrate the Gaia Alliance's cabal to find evidence linking them to the murder of her fiancé.  But a run-in with the law threatens to reveal her identity to the dangerous men of the Alliance.

Simultaneously, SRI Director Alexander Chun is traveling to the asteroid belt to bring a kilometer-long nickel-iron rock back to Earth orbit to mine for its valuable metals.  Following him and his multi-national team is the Rock Killer.  Without armaments, millions of miles from help, Chun must stop those who threaten him and the lives of his crew.

Author Bio:

S. Evan Townsend is a writer living in central Washington State. After spending four years in the U.S. Army in the Military Intelligence branch, he returned to civilian life and college to earn a B.S. in Forest Resources from the University of Washington. In his spare time he enjoys reading, driving (sometimes on a racetrack), meeting people, and talking with friends. He is in a 12-step program for Starbucks addiction. Evan lives with his wife and two sons, aged 17 and 20, and has a 22-year old son attending the University of Washington in biology. He enjoys science fiction, fantasy, history, politics, cars, and travel.

Rock Killer Excerpt:
DeWite moved into the observation room and Prince followed.
The room looked almost exactly like a bar since it was a VIP lounge for watching ships land and take off. A large window looked over the shipyard, where various types of spacecraft were resting on the lunar dust. The window, made of Crysteel, invented by SRI's orbital laboratories, began about half a meter from the floor and extended to the ceiling and was about five meters wide. Crysteel, made in a factory in Earth orbit one atom at a time, was almost as strong as aluminum. Its one weakness was a very high index of refraction due to tightly packed oxygen atoms. It made great lenses but was not good for use where a clear view was needed such as spaceship windows and pressure suit helmets. But the picture window in the lounge would have been impractical without the Crysteel.
Four pressure-suited figures were moving across the plain. The suits were not SRI issue and they were carrying submachine guns. DeWite recognized them as a South African made 9 millimeter caseless that were favored by criminals who bought them on the black market.
One, carrying a 40-millimeter recoilless rifle, knelt just a few meters from the window and aimed. Fire shot out of the rear of the weapon, dying almost immediately in the airless environment. A flame licked a small intra-lunar shuttle followed by an explosion. The ship's skin crumpled and it folded in on itself in a slow, macabre death dance. An explosion marked the rupture of the fuel tanks. Fire burned until the oxygen ran out.
"Goddamnit!" DeWite exploded. "We need to get to the airlock."
Just then one of the four figures outside noticed the two Security guards. He tapped the others on their shoulders and pointed. The other three turned and again the recoilless rifle spat a fleeting flame. DeWite dived behind the bar—an easy task in the low gravity. The window exploded inward. Prince was thrown against the rear wall, his body shattered by the impact. Then the window exploded outward as the room decompressed. Prince's body was slammed against the bottom of the window and sucked out into the harsh sunlight.
DeWite heard the emergency door slam shut locking him in the room. He knew it would never open until the pressure in the room equalized with the pressure in the hall.
He stood, aimed his shotgun, braced his leg behind to compensate for the low gravity, and fired. He was surprised he heard it at all. Must still be a little air in the room, some part of him thought.
The figure with the recoilless rifle was thrown back and blood ejaculated from its torn body. It was freeze-dried before it hit the lunar plain. The remaining figures turned with their weapons firing. DeWite barely heard the bullets hitting the wall behind him. His ears felt as if they were going to explode. He screamed, not in fear, but to empty his lungs to prolong his already forfeit life a few more seconds.
Pump, FIRE, Pump, FIRE, Pump was DeWite's whole existence. Another figure crumpled, spouting blood. Then the bullets ripped into DeWite. Blood flowed like a fire hose. FIRE—DeWite could no longer stand, even in one-sixth gravity. He sank to the floor and died in a puddle of his blood that was boiling and freezing simultaneously.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Chance to win some trading cards.

I'm giving away some romance trading cards. One is for my upcoming release with Decadent for the new Elatia Line, Called Courtesan Boot Camp. The other is also for an upcoming release with Decadent, and it too is erotic science fiction romance. That one is called Rebel Souls. These cards are pretty. So stop by Paranormal Romantics and leave a comment for a chance to win. You will also get a sneak peek at Courtesan Boot Camp. I've posted an excerpt, but alas, no cover. There's an exclusive cover reveal of all the launching stories on Sunday at the Galaxy Express. I hope you will all stop by and check them out. They are gorgeous.
So here's the link to my post:
Here's the link for Sunday:

Friday, April 20, 2012

Holodecks: In the next few years?

I'm back on my blog schedule after a month of writing a manuscript. I had a deadline that I couldn't miss and thank you to Jessica and Dawn for understanding.

So as I'm peaking back into the real world there is a huge buzz about the Tupac hologram at Coachella.

My question is this: How long before we have real holodecks? I don't think it's that far off. Virtual Reality technology is amazing.

Although I'm not sure the immersion we saw on the Enterprise is around the corner just yet. But imagine holographic interaction combined with the Google glasses that you keep you updated on where you are in the virtual world.

Okay, my geek mind could run wild with this, but I want your opinion.

Whatcha think?


Thursday, April 19, 2012

Music about aliens

Just like in fiction, there is quite a bit of music out in the world that mentions aliens. The three I automatically think of are:

and Spaceman by Bif Naked.

But looking online, there are so many others, including:

Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft by The Carpenters

Starman by David Bowie

Intergalactic by the Beastie Boys

It Came Out of the Sky by Credence Clearwater Revival

So, what songs do you know of that talk about aliens?

Friday, April 13, 2012

It's time for the Best Lines Blitz. I asked several authors to give me their best lines. If you need to read more, never fear. I've included the buy links under the covers. Have fun and feel free to share your favorite lines from your books, or your favorite books. 

A military warrior, she reminded herself. Not her lover. Raven tapped her finger on the table. “I should apologize for, um, what happened on the bridge.”
He looked at her. His predatory gaze sent delicious tingles down her spine. “Not necessary.” He swallowed. “I didn’t mind.”
Her heart skipped. He didn’t mind? Her brain jumped to other activities he might not mind. ~Mech Man by Laura Garland.
“Abby.” Her name rolled from his tongue in a mix of desperation and lust. A voracious hunger to taste every inch of her body washed over him. The urge to kiss the small of her back, to run his tongue along her skin, delving and dipping into her secret, sensitive places, all but overwhelmed him. “Tell me to stop. If you’re not ready, honey, tell me to stop right now and by all that’s holy, I will. But you need to know how much I want you right now.” ~ Sins of the Mind by Debbie Gould and Laura Garland (Releases April 20th, 2012)
“Hello?” She held out her hand. “I’m Eleanor. Nice to meet you.”
He looked down at her gesture then back to her face. At least they’d sent a hunk. Maybe he wasn’t very smart, but he didn’t have to be, did he? ~ Senator Mine by Kerry Vail 
"I can't take much more." She eased Yong back and lifted up on her elbows. "Tatsu, do you have any condoms and lube?"
She caught his unmistakable smirk. "Now? You're ready?"

"I'm more than ready—it's time to wrap the dragons." ~ Double Dragon Seduction by Kali Willows

Erik should be the one she thought about kissing, not Melina, not a woman. She knew everything about him, or once had. But Erik had turned into an asshole, and Melina wanted to be friends. Maybe more? Her body warmed at the thought. ~ Never Gonna Let You Go by Jessica Subject
 Love meant taking the wig off and she would never expose her bald head to a man again. If that meant a life of one-night stands, so be it.
She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out the red lace teddy she’d bought the day before. If there’s one way to get a man to fuck me, it’s with sexy lingerie. ~Beneath the Starry Sky by Jessica Subject

He licked her thigh and a second orgasm tore through her, stronger, more intense than the first. It pulsed around his fingers. He hooked one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder. His lips traveled up and she gasped. The man was sexy—crazy as shit, but oh, my God, sexy. ~ This Endris Night by D L Jackson
Okay, maybe he should have let her shoot him. Seth yanked on the cuffs that linked him to the solid iron headboard. The last thing he was inclined to do was explain to anyone how he’d found himself cuffed to the damned bed, his pants down around his knees, with his ball-sack glued to his thigh by dried cum. And when he didn’t contact his ship for his nightly check-in, they’d come looking. Whoo-hoo for protocol and bio-tags. ~ Rebel Souls by D L Jackson
Release date TBA.

“You’ll win her with ya Irish charm and green eyes, so ya will. Now drink up ya coffee and stop whining like a baby. This girl’s gonna have a fantastic night tomorrow. She’s gonna worship da ground ya cock drags on.” ~ Sweet Irish Kiss by JoAnne Kenrick 
Her candle snuffed out from a breath, and not her own. The chill exhale kissed her neck and skated down her body like an icicle drip. The horror of it sent her hurtling backward. Had it not been for the wall behind her, she would have landed on her butt.
“Who’s there? Bar dude, is that you?” She pressed herself against the cool stone bricks, too excited to be truly afraid. After all, this was what she wanted. To not know what was going to happen next, and to fully engage in life again. And the way her heart jumped and her chest pounded, she felt alive for the first time in years. ~ Dracula's Kiss by JoAnne Kenrick
"My body is a mess of sensation—pleasure, pain, piping feral need. The room spins, and I feel faint. I’m frustrated, angry, frightened. My desire is bigger than anything I’ve ever imagined and I don’t know what will sate it, how to let go." ~ From Gigolo Seduction by Fierce Dolan (Releases May 4, 2012)

She couldn’t let it end like this. Rising from the couch, she slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders, and let the dress fall off her body to pool around her ankles on the floor.
“Just one night, Colin.” She stood in front of him, stripped naked to the soul in nothing more than her strappy heels. ~ Second Chance by Debbie Gould.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

What I'm Working On Now... An Excerpt

I'm excited to say that my fourth 1Night Stand story, Satin Sheets in Space, is now in edits, but in the mean time, I'm still writing All Grown Up, which is the second book in the Mark of the Stars series. Here's one of my favorite excerpts thus far:

Katrina raised her hands to touch gloves with Dietrict, but he just stood there. 
“This isn’t a friendly competition. I plan to knock you down, alien.”
Jeff couldn’t see her, but imagined her eyes steeled with determination as they did before every match. Dietrict deserved every hit he would get.
The fight began. Katrina and Dietrict circled each other, throwing the occasional jab while sizing the other up. Katrina connected first, her fist against his jaw. Dietrict stumbled back, but quickly righted himself and launched a series of kicks and punches. She blocked every one with little effort.
Jeff’s heart raced. He didn’t doubt Katrina would win, but watching her aroused him more than ever before. He’d held her body against his, felt her soft skin. He wanted to strip off her tight clothes and take her there on the mat in front of everyone.
He turned away, hoping to settle his aching cock. Movement at the door caught his attention. CWO Michaels eyed up the scene then walked toward Jeff. “MC Bennett, I need a word with you.”
Jeff followed his senior officer out to the hall, hoping he’d be able to return before Dietrict went down. They stopped just outside the door.
“Bennett, your report was informative last week. It’s nice to see you’re finally taking this assignment seriously.”
“Yes, Sir.” His stomach sank. He hadn’t been thinking about his task since he’d written the summary.
“If all goes well, we’ll make sure you stick around for your next tour.”
“Yes, Sir.” He wanted to stay at CFB North Bay, or at any of the bases in Ontario where he could be close to his family. He’d seen them more since returning to this base than he had his entire time with the Canadian Forces.
“Now get back in there and get the information we need. You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, Sir.” He had to keep his own needs in check, remember his duty first. He walked back into the gym. She’s an alien. She’s an assignment, nothing further.
He joined her instructor once more. Cam had to know a lot about Katrina, but if he started asking questions, he would look suspicious. He returned his attention to the fight.
Dietrict dropped down and kicked Katrina’s feet out from under her. Jeff’s stomach lurched as she fell to the mat. She hit the ground then rolled, quickly jumping back up. With a jab, Dietrict tried to knock her down again, but she spun low then rose up in front of him bringing her fist to his face.
Blood flew everywhere, pouring from Dietrict’s nose, spraying onto Katrina.
LaSalle and another officer rushed to Dietrict’s side, supporting him under his arms.
“You alien bitch. You broke my nose.”
Katrina wiped the blood from her hands, her towel no longer white. “And I’ll do it again. Just give me the opportunity.”
That’s my girl. Jeff froze. My girl? He had it bad. Somehow he’d have to combine his desires into his job.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Page 77, seven lines down, next seven

Each author is requested to
*go to page 77 of your current WIP
*go to line 7
*copy down the next 7 lines, sentences or paragraphs as written and post them
on your blog or website
*tag 7 other authors
*let them know they've been tagged

You all can thank Ms. Webb for this one. It would be my luck it's smack dab in the middle of a sex scene. This is from my WIP, Bomb Voyage.

“No. Say my name like my lover, not my mechanic.” He laced his fingers between hers and began to slide them up and down on her clit. “Say it.”

            “Jayson,” she whispered. He pushed two of her fingers inside her, working one of his own in beside them. Slowly, in and out he moved her fingers and his.

“Just like that. Louder.”

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Happy April Fools.

            An April Fool’s Day joke.
            Okay, there was this blonde, she walked into a bar and went ouch.

            I just know someone out there is scratching their head and saying, “I don’t get it.” That’s okay, give it a minute. *snickers*
             Alright, alright, so I’m not the best jokester, but I do enjoy my humor. When Olivia suggested the Getting Naked In April Blog Hop, I couldn’t resist—signing up, not getting naked. Let’s talk about the day first, and then I’m going to share a little of the sneaky humor in my Edge Carnality series.  

            Well, to understand the origins of April Fools, you have to know a bit about it. Way back, sometime around 1582 in France, the Gregorian calendar was changed and with this change, April 1st was no longer considered New Year’s Day.
            Because folks didn’t have cell phones, word about the change didn’t get around in a speedy manner. For years, many continued to celebrate April 1st as the New Year. These folks were called fools by the better informed. From there, the holiday became a day of practical jokes, a time to become the tricked and tricksters.

            In many of my stories I like to have a touch of humor. I love subtle humor, the kind that you’ll read, and five pages past, hits you, aka, dry humor. Sometimes I go for a slow punch line, and sometimes it’s in your face.

            My Edge Carnality stories are no exception. In Carnal Desires, Mercedes, a good girl, finds herself in the back of an adult toy store holding a giant vibrator.

            She tried to set it down but couldn’t. The desire to hold it a little longer engulfed her. It continued to buzz, vibrating in her hand. Her thumb slid along a button, increasing the speed. The head undulated faster, drawing her deeper into its hypnotic dance. Mesmerizing.
            Sin in her palm, the four rows of beads spun around the silicone member underneath a thin skin of soft rubber. A little red devil, a clit stimulator buzzed with excitement, ready for more action than she thought she was capable of giving him.

            What would it be like to do something a little naughty? Something completely wrong and out of character. Her thighs clenched and she closed her eyes. Two guys at once. Maybe a woman. If only she’d been more adventurous, Kevin would have never have left her for that—sl…other woman.

           Something that smelled like warm chocolate, musk, and sex wafted across the air from behind her. Mercedes lifted her nose, inhaling. Keeping her eyes closed, she let the combination soak into her. Incense? Who cared—it was—decadent. A fluttering started in her pelvis and heat balled in her belly. It had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever….

            “Would you like a demonstration?” asked a voice that could only be described as an erotic growl, made even more so, coming from heated lips pressed against the sensitive flesh of her ear.

Busted! Can 't you just feel the heat in her cheeks?
In Carnal Attraction, Jezebel is on the prowl. Here, she brings home dinner.


            “Good.” She leaned in, hooked her bra top around the back of his neck, and pulled him into a kiss hot enough to melt him in his boots. Seconds later she released her top, leaving it draped on his shoulders. “Meet me out back in five minutes,” she eyed his buddies, “—alone.”
            Jezebel rolled to her heels and rose to her feet, slowly sashaying her way back from where she’d come.

            As she passed Azael who crunched on an apple, while leaning against a wall that led to the changing rooms, she reached out and brushed her fingers across his jaw. “I’ve brought take-out.”

            He grinned and tossed the apple over his shoulder. “American?”

            “An MRE,” she said as she exited into the back room.

            Hu-ah. Three guesses what Jezebel is doing and who her target is.
            And last but not least, Carnal Denial. The hunters become the hunted, but my demons know a thing or two about survival, and there’s nothing in the rule book that says they have to play fair. Virgin demon slayers are dangerous and Jezebel plans to do something about that.

            As it ebbed, they stared into each other’s eyes, panting to catch their breath. Mike didn’t say anything, but held her pinned against the hood of her car, her legs wrapped around his waist, her torn panties hanging off her left ankle like a banner of surrender. Neither said anything, staying where they were until it stopped. Too late to change her mind. Too late for regrets. And she didn’t care. Jezebel and Azael had never harmed her, or anyone that she could tell.

            So, leave a comment for your chance to win one of my Decadent Edge e-stories, Carnal Desires, Carnal Attraction, or Carnal Denial. I’ve also included a $10.00 Amazon gift card to sweeten the pot. Tell me a joke. Give me a funny line from one of your favorite books. Do you like your humor subtle or in your face? Give me your best April Fool’s joke. Now for more April Fool's surprises, make sure you hop back to: