Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Cara Bristol's Warrior-Breeder 3 is Here!

My special treat today is the lovely Cara Bristol, who writes incredibly hot spanking-themed fantasy. Cara's latest release is "Warrior-Breeder 3" If you're new to the Breeder series, hang onto your pants because this saucy space adventure will make you go bottoms up with a smile on your face!

Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb
A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?
As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.
Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

Want a little taste? Here a Warrior Excerpt:

Warrior (Breeder 3) 
To each side—and up above on the wall itself—stood defenders armed with laser projectile devices. But it wasn’t the weapons that drew Urazi’s stare—but the guards, the creatures themselves.
“Are those Veronians?” he gasped in low voice.
Yes,” Anika answered. “I recognize them from Omra’s description.” When Dak’s former beta Corren grew jealous of Omra, he had tried to sell her to the Veronian emperor.
One of the creatures separated from the pack to confer with Perce. Two spindly legs and a long, thick tail supported a scaly, leathery body. Red eyes wept in a hideous face without nose, ears, or lips. As Urazi watched, the creature inserted a device that hung around its neck into a slit cut just above what might be considered a chin.
“What do you think it is doing?” Urazi whispered.
“That inhaler allows it to survive in our atmosphere.”
With a nod at Perce, the creative lumbered toward them.
“Whatever you do, do not let it touch you,” Anika muttered. And then the Veronian stood before them, its rheumy gaze seeking out Urazi. His morning rations curdled in his stomach at the odiferous slime oozing from the creature’s pores. Monto, the smell! Dangling between its legs was a hose-like appendage, also covered with the gelatinous substance. The alien peered into the back of the wagon. Females screamed. Its facial slit twisted.
The Veronian raised a three-finger hand, covered by an elasticene glove. “Awll cleaaar. Let them paaas!” he shouted, a garbled command.
It took six guards to tug open the massive gate.
“Ayaa!” Perce shouted. His transport jerked forward without delay. Urazi wondered if he too was revolted by the Veronians.
Urazi applied the quirt to the beasts, and they followed Perce into the walled city. He heaved a sigh of relief when the massive gates closed and locked. Poverty and neglect had choked the hamlets, but, here, a grand and magnificent municipality sprawled. Stark impoverishment outside, unparalleled resplendence inside—separated only by a wall. He gawked at the abrupt change, but he could not forget the Veronians.
“Did you notice they wore gloves?” he asked.
Anika nodded. “In case they hand something to a Parseon guard. That substance coating their bodies is caustic. If they touch you, the exude will melt your flesh.”
“They are shocking to behold, and I am surprised to see them at all. I had assumed aliens had been evacuated upon declaration of war. But if you are Qalin, treaties do not matter, I suppose,” Urazi mused.
Anika snorted with laughter.
“I do not see the humor.”
“I am still thinking about the Veronian. Did you notice its manhood?” Anika’s shoulders shook. “It’s alienhood.”
That is what caught your attention?” Urazi gaped at her.
“I tried not to gawk. But one could hardly avoid it.” Her eyes glinted with merriment. “Your manhood is much prettier.”
“Than a slime-covered alien’s? Little compliment you pay me,” he said.

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Cara Bristol bio
Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Stories from my past...ghosts I have met...

I have lived in several old houses that were frequented by
Most of the hauntings were non-malignant, thankfully, but they did have a way of leaving you feeling a but...shaken.  Of course the most recent ones have been more easily explained, since the culprits haunting us are familiar to me. But my very first haunting was in a 100-year-old house across the street from a very old hospital.  We often wondered if the presences we felt from time to time hadn't migrated over to see us.

When my now 47-year-old son was just eight months old, we lived in a very old house. The rent was low, and the owners were trying to sell it, and of course, we soon found out why. I was cleaning the baby's bedroom and he was bouncing up and down in his crib, jabbering away. At first I thought he was trying to get my attention, but I felt an odd presence behind me, and when I turned, he was holding his arms up as if asking to be picked up.

Well, the gooseflesh that rose on my arms wasn't natural. I asked him if he wanted me to get him out of the crib, and he shook his head no, pointing at something I couldn't see. He kept his arms up, and for some reason I can't recall, I spoke aloud to the room "Welcome. You are always welcome here, but please don't hurt the baby."

After that, I had a number of conversations with the essence that was in the house. I always knew it was there, because my son would start "talking" to it. It didn't seem to be unhappy. It just seemed to love being around the baby.

When they finally got the house sold, and asked us to move out, I asked the landlady if she had any idea who was haunting the house. She stuttered a bit until I told her what had been happening, and then she said, "My husband and I lived here for a few years, and our baby girl always drew the spirit, too. It seems to love kids. According to the folks we bought it from, that ghost had been here when they owned it, too. They just put up with it as long as they could. No one seemed to know why it was here."

Another unanswered mystery.

As the cowardly lion in the Wizard of OZ kept repeating, "I do believe in ghosts...I do...I do..."

I've "seen" a few in my day. Have you?

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

When Kitchens Attack

My original intent was to skip talking about Halloween this week so that I can do it again closer to the actual holiday....but plans change. 

I think my kitchen may be haunted! Here are some of my reasons, these incidents started a few days ago:

1. Three glasses in my closed cupboard have tumbled over on their own on separate occasions. There was no movement in the room but we (hubby and I) were close enough to hear them fall over (our house is small). They were not stacked. They weren't on the same shelf. They weren't the same size/style glass.

2.  When I load the dishwasher, the right-hand side thingy that allows the top shelf to slide forward falls down and I have to hold and balance, unload, re-position, re-load. This doesn't happen to daughter or hubby. Hubby has checked the rollers and side thingy and found nothing wrong with them. When he TRIES to make the shelf fall down it doesn't!!

3.  There is an area on the end of one counter, where we don't prepare food, set down beverage cups etc., that I keep finding a medium size splotch of water/dampness. It's not near the sink. I have no leaks in the ceiling. I wipe it up, it's back the next day. 

4.  Remember the scene in Poltergeist where the chairs keep stacking themselves in the kitchen? I have a metal mixing bowl doing some pretty strange shit! My pots and pans cupboards are chaos, not even the organized kind, but I know where everything is and I KNOW where and in what position I've placed that metal bowl after using it these last days. It ain't stayin' put!!

Very Halloweeny, don't you think???? 

Have a great weekend!
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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Carrie Ann Ryan "Delicate Ink"

On the wrong side of thirty, Austin Montgomery is ready to settle down. Unfortunately, his inked sleeves and scruffy beard isn’t the suave business appearance some women crave. Only finding a woman who can deal with his job, as a tattoo artist and owner of Montgomery Ink, his seven meddling siblings, and his own gruff attitude won’t be easy.

Finding a man is the last thing on Sierra Elder’s mind. A recent transplant to Denver, her focus is on opening her own boutique. Wanting to cover up scars that run deeper than her flesh, she finds in Austin a man that truly gets to her—in more ways than one.

Although wary, they embark on a slow, tempestuous burn of a relationship. When blasts from both their pasts intrude on their present, however, it will take more than a promise of what could be to keep them together.

She narrowed her eyes. “So, you know what I’m thinking, do you?” She didn’t like it when people made decisions for her. Not at all.
“Yeah. In this case, I do. I’m not saying I know everything. Far from it. But I get this. Now, on that note, just because we aren’t riding doesn’t mean you’re out of my life for good. You get me? We’re going to date, or whatever, or find a way to see each other again because I want you, Sierra. And from the way you licked your lips and looked at me when you first walked in, you want me too. I get that, right?”
“Bastard,” she mumbled. “I don’t like this alpha thing.”
He brushed his thumb over her lips. “Yeah, Legs. Yeah you do. Now, I’m going to pick you up tomorrow for lunch. Sound good? A real date and all that shit.”
“So romantic.” Yet she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t pull away. “You think you can just tell me we’re going on a date?”
He grinned at her. “I asked you, didn’t tell you. I could have told you, and I think from the look in your eyes, you might have liked it just as much.”
How could he see that deep inside? How could he know what she’d been in the past? It had to be just her imagination. That wasn’t who she was anymore anyway.
“Fine. Dinner. I’ll text you my address.”
He smiled full-out then, leaving her breathless. Damn man. “Good, baby. Good.” He lowered his head; she knew what he was going to do.
And she let him.
His lips brushed hers, once, twice. She closed her eyes, melting into him. He reached up and cupped her neck and the back of her head. She moaned, parting her lips. His tongue tangled with hers as he deepened he kiss.
This kiss, this man. Oh, God was he potent…dangerous.
He pulled back when she would have begged for more. Only the promise in his gaze stopped her.
“We’ll do that again soon, Legs. I promise you.”
That was exactly what she was afraid of.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born.
Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.

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Saturday, October 11, 2014

Coming Monday, October 20th...

A little bit spooky...a lot hot and sexy...

I love the full moons at the end of every year...the big old full moons that hang in the sky like pumpkins, looking all red and orange and spooky. One of my favorites of all time happened in October of 2010, when this story was written. September's Harvest Moon was glorious, but the huge one that showed up on October 23rd was by far the best...the Hunter's Moon.

It got me thinking of all the things that went bump in the night, and this story was born.

Do you get the urge to write when you see a natural, marvelous phenomenon? I do, but unfortunately, like this story, they come a bit too late to catch the mood of the moment, and have to wait awhile.

Originally, this was a simple spooky story, but you know just didn't seem right until it migrated over into erotic romance with a HEA. Sigh. It just seemed...tame, for some reason. It is the story of two lonely people...Theresa who has lost everyone dear to her, and Gareth, who lives in a world where people don't...touch. And he desperately wants to...touch.

Excerpt copyright 2014 Fran Lee

Ride the Night Winds

He leaned in and put his lips close to her ear. “And you are so very sure this is just a dream?”

She could feel his warmth through the sheer silken material as he leaned so close, she thought she would melt. His breath fanned the hairs at her temple. She shivered pleasurably. Her insides puddled like melted wax.

“What else can it be? This sure as hell isn't Bullock. And you sure as hell aren't Clarence Sommers. Bullock isn't big enough for me not to know about someone who looks like you. The whole town would know about someone who looked like you. Every female in Bullock would be drooling and hot to grope you. So how can you be real?”

Gareth had never had a human speak so openly with him. And it was enough to make him as hard as hell without even half trying.  He reached out and cupped her cheek with one hand, and saw the look of shock on her face. “Can a dream touch you? Can a dream do this?”

Her mouth was utterly succulent. His body and mind were hopelessly engulfed by a raging fire he was going to be hard-pressed to put out.  He felt her lips open beneath his, and he delved his tongue into her mouth, as her own stroked his hungrily. He heard a strangled moan emerge from her throat, and then he felt her hands on his bare skin, sliding experimentally over his chest and back as she lost control and kissed him back with a passion he would never have believed! He wanted to be inside her so badly, he ached.

And she was as eager as he.

His body gave in to the heated pressure of her mouth. The loud pounding of her human heart. The desire and sweetly delicious arousal that sifted from her lush body inside the gossamer robe she wore. His cock grew impossibly harder with each passing moment of her sensual touch as she followed every contour and ridge of his body with those soft hands. And he was as ready and eager as she to continue the experiment.

The woman was so intent on taking the opportunity to molest what she thought was her dream man, she didn't realize that he was now beginning to molest her. It was when his hand slipped between her legs and cupped her soft, wet pussy that she seemed to sense that he was far too solid and real-feeling to be just a dream. But only when he pressed a long, lean finger deep into her trembling cunt to stroke her so very intimately, did she give a little gasp of surprise and scramble away, landing on hands and knees on the floor after tumbling sideways from the invisible sofa she had been sitting on.

“Whaa? I know you shouldn't be able to do that in a dream! No way! You were supposed to just disappear right then!” Her eyes widened in horror. “I've never had a man be able to actually touch me there in any dream I've ever had!”

Go check this one out at only 99¢! 

Fran Lee