Though proud and strong, Eirik, heir to the Ulfhednars kingdom, found himself seduced and taken from his homeworld by a bounty-hunting vixen, who sold him into slavery. Purchased by a wealthy, Consortium-backed brothel, he is kept at a heavily guarded and secure breeding facility, where he is forced to feed the lustful whims of Helios’s elite at night. He bides his time, waiting for a chance to escape and get his revenge on the woman who betrayed him…
Her satisfaction…
Once a sex thrall, Fatin earned her freedom through service. Now, as a bounty hunter, she is determined to earn enough to buy her sister’s papers from the same brothel she escaped. For this, she abducts a brutishly handsome, breed-worthy specimen from the Viking planet and delivers him to auction. But her desire for justice and his desire for freedom may consume both of them in a passion neither wanted—or can resist.
Eirik tried not to breathe too deeply. The rotten, sour smells of his dark, dank prison already made his skin stink. He didn’t want the awful stench inside his lungs or belly.
He hadn’t seen the other prisoners, not after they’d been herded like cattle through a chute once the hatch had been opened at the side of the ship and his keepers applied their prods to their backsides to move them out in single file.
With only brief impressions of his new home, of searing heat and blinding, harsh sunlight, he’d shielded his arm over his eyes and stumbled down the gangway, through the iron-barred alley that disallowed any thoughts of escape.
He’d been led to this cell, deep inside an enormous stone building. A brief glimpse of an open arena, and then he’d been shoved down two flights of narrow stone steps.
Once they’d slammed the solid door and slid the eye-level window closed, he’d been left alone, no sounds penetrating his prison other than the hum of the light above him, and the sounds his own body made.
His thoughts drowned it all out, screaming inside him. He’d wanted to beat his fists against the door, rail at his captors, but he didn’t know if anyone watched him, and wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing how close to abject despair he was coming.
Hel, he’d even suffer Fatin’s derision, her cold, calculating touch, just to feel or hear another human being. Read the rest of this entry »
One quick note! Tonight at 8 PM CST,
I’ll be chatting live at Righteous Perverts!
Yes, another new release! I’ve barely had room to breathe this month so much is happening. Bitten in the Big Easy is a two-book anthology, with stories from Paisley Smith and myself. Yes, they’re lesbian romances, but even if that’s not your usual kind of read, you’ll be caught up in the drama. The sex is hot, but the stories are every bit as thrilling. The world our sisters Cissy and Elena live in is dark and filled with enemies. You won’t want to miss the first installment in the Femme Noir series!
Here’s an excerpt…but don’t read any further if you’re not 18 or older!
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Elena could only watch, shivering in terror. Those words reverberated in her mind.
First, I wish to play…
How many times had that phrase played inside her dreams as she’d relived the horror of her incarceration in Erzsébet’s palace? Most days she slept nude, atop the covers, because even a hint of restraint sent her deep into her nightmare. How did this woman, this human, know her weakness?
Think, think. You aren’t an animal. You are only at her mercy if you allow it.
How many times had she reassured herself with the same lie? And yet, she forced her breathing to slow, her heart to still. Whatever potion Cassia had used to paralyze her had worn off. Only a haze at the periphery of her vision remained, causing her sight to narrow to a tunnel. Would Cassia drug her again if she knew she’d recovered? If she banged against her cage, could she free herself in time?
Best to wait. What had she meant, there will only be one night? Did Cassia intend to kill her?
Not that Elena was afraid to die. She’d considered committing another terrible sin a few times during her long life. But the thought of dying now, not by her choice or hand, enraged her.
Some of her thoughts must have shown in her eyes.
Cassia stepped closer, slipping her hands between the flat iron slats to bracket Elena’s cheeks with her palms. She pressed so close her warm breaths gusted softly against Elena’s skin. As Elena drew in the hot, humid scent, her pussy grew engorged and her teeth sank into the hard rubber ball.
“Surrender to me, my beauty. There’s no need to fight. You want this. You want me.” Cassia came closer still, her lush mouth parting. The kisses she pressed on Elena’s face between the bars were soft and wet. Her tongue darted out to lick the sweat beading on her brow.
Anger and desire mixed with regret that the other woman’s tenderness was only a ploy. Tears pricked the backs of Elena’s eyes, but she refused to let them well. She blinked furiously, glaring all the while even though her body was beginning to melt.
How truly twisted am I? Sure, she feared the confinement but she was aware of the structure of the cage, of the opening behind her bottom. Memories of the horrific pleasures she’d enjoyed so long ago swam inside her mind while Cassia cupped her face like a child’s to reassure her. Read the rest of this entry »
Pssst! The grab bag contest winner is named at the bottom of this post!
First off, have I told you all how incredibly awesome you all are? I need help with titles—you deliver dozens of ideas! I need help with menage ideas—you little perverts come up with some completely rockin’ ideas! 🙂
Anyway, I thought I’d give you a heads up. Tomorrow, Bitten in the Big Easy, a two author anthology with two hawt as hell stories releases from Ellora’s Cave! It will be the first book in the Femme Noir series, which will include vampires, witches, ghosts and demons. Read on for a glimpse inside…
Bitten in the Big Easy
“Butterfly” by Paisley Smith
Vampire Narcissa Csintalan is in a New Orleans bar, waiting on her tardy sister Elena, when she develops a raging fang-on for the bar’s sinfully sexy, butch bass player. The bite marks on the songbird’s neck put her at the top of Cissy’s must-feed list.
Butterfly Baudelaire has sworn off strays, but the blonde coming on to her has a killer pair of fangs and looks like she knows how to use ’em. Butterfly’s not banking on the bite Cissy takes out of her heart—or the fact more than her well-spanked bottom is in danger from her vampire lover.
“Gilded Cage” by Delilah Devlin
Since her turning, Elena Csintalan has wrestled her inner demon on a nightly basis. She never expects her limits to be tested—until she finds herself drawn to a tawny woman whose lush curves make her eyeteeth spike. Before she knows it, she’s dangling inside an iron cage, one that’s frighteningly familiar. And the punishment she endures is oh so divine…
Despite a surprising empathy she feels for the vampire she’s captured, Cassia proceeds with her coven’s plan—drain Elena of her blood at the height of orgasm to complete a potion that will protect them from Elena’s maker. Cassia scried the darkness coming their way, and the monster has a name…the Countess Elizabeth Bathory.
Elena approached Jean Lafitte’s Old Absinthe House from Bienville Street, skirting the sidewalk, striding in long steps, enjoying the cloying heat, the mingled scents of life and decay, sniffing delicately when she passed a sewer grate but not minding the odors all that much. Tonight, little would spoil her mood.
The tavern looked good for its age—although not as good as Elena. Not a single wrinkle marred her face. Not that she was mindful of her beauty. She only recognized it as fact, having come slowly to acceptance, acknowledging her beauty not as a gift or a curse.
She dressed simply. Straight-legged blue jeans, a black tank and black military boots. A black-banded watch sat on her left wrist. Her hair was pulled tightly into a ponytail at the back of her head. Her only concessions to her femininity were the large white-gold hoops she wore in her ears, and only because she liked the way they bumped against her cheeks.
Still, as severe as she’d dressed, Elena drew attention. She had a model’s long, lithe frame and moved as fluidly as a cat. Again, facts she was aware of but not duly self-impressed.
She’d reached the point in her long life where little mattered. Not friendships, because they were fleeting. Not money, because it could be gone in a single day, as she’d known now twice in her lifetime. Little interested her. She’d seen most of the world. Done everything. Her primary constant was the hunger that drove her even now, when she was wishing she could ignore it just a while longer.
The other constant was her sister. And she was meeting her tonight for the first time in ten years.
Her stomach growled loudly and Elena growled right back, alarming a musician carrying a guitar case so much so that he stepped onto the street to make a wide arc around her. Read the rest of this entry »
Sorry this is soooo late! Life’s been nuts the past 24-hours. Last night we had a hellish thunderstorm and my daughter, her husband and the little ones wound up sleeping all over my bedroom. Today, I had the housekeeper underfoot (I live in rural Arkansa—it’s not that expensive and so worth it!) and my daughter going nuts because she found baby squirrels that had fallen out of a tree. I took pics and will share—but only if they survive. It’s too sad otherwise.
In the meantime, I promised the grab bag winner would be announced today, but I’m too tired to tally up all the comments to enter into the random number generator, so you have two more chances to enter! I posted blogs at the following two places. Go comment!
Ooops! I didn’t think I had the blog from Mary until I read through my huge inbox from yesterday. So now you have two blogs for today to comment on! ~DD
A Few Sneaky Tricks To Make A So-So Writing Day Better!
By Mary Kennedy Eastham
We all have days when our inner writing spirit needs a pep talk! Here are a few things that work for me:
…This one is easy. STAY ON TRACK. I try to end each writing day with a promise for the next day. When I go to sleep, I think about what I need to discover about my heroine. It could be something simple, like her fave late nite talk show host – is it Dave, Jay or Jimmy???
…This one is corny but it was suggested to me by a wonderfully successful fine artist. I start every writing day by giving myself a ‘star’, the way our teachers did in those early school days. I look for stars in fun paper stores like Paper Source. Their motto is: DO SOMETHING CREATIVE EVERY DAY.
…Drop and give me: 10 push-ups, a minute of jumping rope, 10 sit-ups, a minute of jumping jacks, 10 lunges and a minute of running in place. Repeat as often as you want to. I always feel better after exercise. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.
…Work on something else. I was really getting stuck in my novel Night Surfing, so one day I just decided to start writing a short-story “The Girl With Sand in Her Hair.” I am loving working on that story. It will be the final story in a short story collection of the same name.
…Give yourself a real treat. For me that’s a Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Mint Square. Then I pick up a book by one of my favorite authors. I sit down for only a minute and read a passage from the book very slowly and sometimes out loud. I let the beautiful flow of the language seep into my brain. It’s like listening to a favorite song. I’m all pumped and I can’t wait to get back to my writing.
MARY KENNEDY EASTHAM’s book The Shadow of a Dog I Can’t Forget is a 2011 WILD CARD Runner-Up Winner in the Hollywood Book Festival, WINNER of the 2010 Celebrity Achievement Award, was a Runner-Up for BEST POETRY BOOK & Honorable Mention Winner at the L.A. Guerilla Marketing Book Contest. Points of Love, a poem from the book, was a $5,000 award winner in the Dorothy Sargent Rosenburg Poetry Contest. Her website is: www.RP-Author.com/MKE. She’s on Facebook under her name and on Twitter under Word Actress.
Just a quick reminder! The Grab Bag Contest ends tomorrow! Click on the link for details!
This past week was pretty much a bust writing-wise. I did finish writing my short for Beastly Babes (which is being renamed, darn it!), and I powered through reading Cowboy entries. Most of the week was eaten up with family things and yesterday’s two trips to Little Rock—one for the DSRA meeting, and the other to place a rescue dog with a loving family. So, worth the lost hours of writing.
This next week, I have to get serious about wrapping up Beastly Babes and making decent inroads into my new cowboy story. Thanks to everyone who bought A Four-Gone Conclusion. Remember, you can help an author out by writing reviews wherever you buy and “tagging” the story on Amazon.
Also, I do have another story releasing this week. If you like vampires and/or lesbian fiction, you won’t want to miss Bitten in the Big Easy!
And because I need to get my week planned out, here’s something to keep you busy…
If you were completely blind, but could somehow see for just one hour each month, how would you most often spend that time?
Whoa, Nellie! Yesterday, I hoped for a few suggestions to mull over for a title for my cowboy anthology, but who knew there were so many creative and crazy people out there? I’m heading to the Diamond Stare Romance Authors meeting in Little Rock this morning, but when I get home, I’m sharpening several pencils to list my favorites from the many wonderful suggestions you all gave me! Thanks again for all the help.
So while I’m otherwise occupied, here’s a little video my dd shared with me. LMAO! Thought you might enjoy it too. Sometimes, over-sharing can kill a good thing!
