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Archive for July 8th, 2009



New Contest…and winners!
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009

Psst! Thanks to everyone who played and posted to my silly blog! But what you really want to know is who won the prizes for the Summertime Contest, right? Well, you’ll just have to keep reading because the names are at the bottom of this page!

Next Tuesday, just six short days away, I have another new release. Something you haven’t seen from me before. Something fun and daring and sexy as HELL—literally. Over the next few days I’ll introduce you to my story and tell you about the other two in this series. Along the way, there will be prizes. But you have to post to win! So let’s get started.

Lust trapped them in darkness…only love can free them…

Petra Pedersen has lived as a recluse all her life thanks to a genetic double whammy—a strange deformity and a shameful power inherited from the father she will never know. The power to incite lust in men and women with just a touch. Exploring the garden of the mansion she’s just inherited, she comes across a fascinating stone gargoyle whose raw, passionate expression draws her to caress its broad chest. Her imagination follows her fluttering fingers. As she closes her eyes and gives herself up to the arousal, something shifts beneath her touch.

Long ago, failure to stop a demon battle trapped Octavius in a prison of stone. Freed by the woman’s incendiary touch, he doesn’t hesitate to unleash his pent-up rage and desire in a blistering fury. Yet once the haze of lust clears, he discovers he isn’t really free after all.

They are both trapped in another realm where he must choose between his last chance for redemption or returning Petra home…

Warning: Sex with inanimate objects, lusty m/m/f ménages with gods…it’s all good when the reward is freedom.

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Louisiana 1909

Octavius rammed his shoulder against the heavy oak door. The lock and hinges gave and the door crashed backward with a satisfying thud, raising dust that sifted through the air like silver-gilt fireflies in the moonlight. Wary, he stepped across the threshold. Inside, the house was dark, the air thick—too heavy to be natural.
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