Seven Sexy Scribes has a special treat today--a visit from one of our favorite friends Tina Donahue.
Tina writes the hottest, most intimate love stories with a big emphasis on LOVE. This month she's adding two more wonderful books to her growing catalog and I'm delighted to share them with you today.
XXOO Kat
Now here's Tina!
The
Best Christmas Present of All…
At least for a writer. J
I didn’t plan it this way, but this month I have two releases
coming out from two different publishers. Squeeeeee!
On December 18, my erotic paranormal Come
Fill Me hits the stores (also available for pre-order). It’s Book One
in The Prophecy series, available from Samhain Publishing and other fine online
retailers. On December 28, my erotic contemporary, Losing
Control, will be available from EC and other great ebook outlets. Losing Control is Book Two in my
Appointment with Pleasure series.
What a month. Thank you Samhain, EC and Santa! J
COME
FILL ME
Book One – The
Prophecy series
Two men will stop at
nothing to have her gift, her desire…and her love.
Years ago,
with the healing abilities afforded by her blend of Aztec and extraterrestrial
blood, Liz was free to do as she wished. Now she is trapped in a blood feud,
forced to heal one of her clan’s most dangerous rivals so they can exploit his
gift of prophecy.
As she
drapes her nude body over his, the rush of his returning strength overwhelms
her, and his stunningly sensual caress pushes her to her sexual limit.
Zeke
Neekoma never expected to hunger for a woman he’s supposed to hate, but now
that he’s tasted her, he has no intention of denying himself the pleasure of
her body—or of kidnapping his enemy’s most cherished plaything.
Brought to
Zeke’s stronghold to heal his brother, Jacob, Liz surrenders her body’s most
traitorous needs to the unrestrained desires of two powerful men. And the
brothers fill the lonely void she has too long endured.
But her
clan doesn’t intend to let her go without a fight…and the ecstasy that binds
Liz to her lovers could be the thing that breaks them.
Product Warnings
Worlds
collide when two Alpha males crave a woman they shouldn’t have. Their dominance
and desire knows no limits, culminating in sex so torrid this babe’s never
gonna be the same…or free of one brother’s touch.
EXCERPT:
Naked,
he lay in the center of the king-sized bed. His breaths were quiet, his eyes
closed, legs sprawled, one arm draped over his head as though he was sleeping.
The
bullet holes in his muscular left pec contradicted that notion.
Forcing
down a swallow, Liz pulled her attention from his wounds—three perfect black
circles—to his face.
Her
lips parted on a quiet sigh. Rarely had she seen a man wear such a look of
serenity. So unlike the terror she’d witnessed on Carreon’s features or those
of his men when they’d been so close to death.
Zeke
Neekoma was different. The words boyish and innocent came to mind, which Liz
dismissed quickly.
Looking
to be in his early thirties, he was no boy. Nor was he innocent. His size,
surely six-three, his sharp, masculine features and powerful form were perfect
for battle against men and carnal sin with women.
Heat
suffused Liz, making her limbs feel heavy and weak. She recalled what Carreon
and his men had told her about Zeke, no doubt a mixture of truth and lies. Not
knowing which was which, she regarded his sinewy legs, long cock and weighty
balls as she moved deeper into the dimly lit room. Spanish-style lamps created
pools of honeyed light, giving the space a sacred feel one might experience in
a church. The cherry-wood four-poster dominated the sparsely furnished chamber,
while a series of leather wing chairs—reserved for observers—circled the bed.
The
man who’d been guarding Zeke left the room. Carreon and his men went to their
seats, their weight causing the chairs’ legs to scrape against the polished
hardwood floor.
For
one foolish moment, Liz thought the intrusive noise would cause Zeke to open
his eyes and lose his blissful expression. That he’d ask why they’d pulled him
from such blessed rest and what appeared to be happiness.
This
man didn’t want to be healed. Liz knew it in her soul; saw it in the upward
curve of his beautiful mouth. Was he the same as her father, tired of fighting?
Or was he welcoming the end so he could reunite with someone he’d loved?
His
parents and siblings, perhaps…or a wife.
Liz
studied his cock, its root nestled in a bush of black curls, his testicles
lightly furred with short, dark hairs. Ones many women had surely licked,
tasted, enjoyed, given his rough good looks and virile form.
Images
rose in Liz’s mind. She pictured him standing before her, his size and manner
imposing but not threatening, allowing genuine arousal, not feigned obedience,
to guide the act. On her knees at his feet, she’d tend to him, cradling his sac
in her palm, allowing its wrinkled skin to rest against her birthmark that
proved she had the healing gift.
Would
he sense the spark of energy her touch generated? Would he pull her power into
himself?
If
he did, Liz knew how she’d respond, parting her lips to deliver pleasure,
drawing her tongue down his cock’s base to its plump head, tracing the
prominent veins that snaked over the thick column, tasting its faint saltiness.
Within her caress, his rod would lengthen and harden. Gratified at what she’d
accomplished, she’d inhale deeply, filling herself with his musk, indulging in
its unique fragrance as she licked his crown. Silky beyond expectation, the
succulent flesh would fill her mouth as she coaxed him inside, opening her
throat so he could slide into her, as deep as a man could go.
MORE INFO: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/come-fill-p-7125.html
LOSING
CONTROL
Book Two –
Appointment with Pleasure series
When it
comes to passion, there are no rules…
She wasn’t supposed to hunger for him. Tim
Bellamy was off-limits to Catherine, a high-priced call girl with an uneasy
past. Indulging in his raw desire shouldn’t have happened, especially at a
District party attended by the nation’s elite. Tim doesn’t know she works for
the agency. If he did… That’s not something
Catherine wants to confess. Drowning in his strength and heat, aching to see
him again, she keeps her secret.
From old wealth, Tim has never met anyone
quite like Catherine. Exotic, elegant, earthy, she’s the best of all worlds. Their
evenings are sensual delights where voyeurism, bondage and a growing bond
satisfy carnal needs and stir something deep within…until he stumbles upon the
truth.
Shaken by her lies, Tim needs to prove the
depth of Catherine’s lust and yearning once and for all. For him, their erotic
adventure has only begun…
EXCERPT:
He was the one man she’d been forbidden to
meet…to sleep with, exploring her most pressing carnal needs. With him, there
would be many. Deep, hungry kisses, the feel of his nudity confining hers. His
body hot, hard, demanding. His clean skin scented with musk.
At the thought of what she wasn’t allowed,
Catherine Oliver whimpered.
He didn’t hear. He was in the foyer, at
the bottom of the mansion’s sweeping staircase, one of tonight’s party
attendees, not yet aware of her presence.
Good sense told Catherine to slip back
into the powder room where she’d checked her makeup and hair a few minutes
before. A group of women exited the spacious room now, some young, others
matronly, all decked out in pricey gold necklaces, shimmering diamonds, rubies,
pearls, designer silks and velvets. They left a trail of subtle perfume in
their wake as they moved past her and the landing to the far end of the hall.
Expensive fabrics swirled delicately around their ankles, a perfect match to
their well-bred murmurs and subdued laughter.
Beneath it, Catherine heard Alexa Marsh’s
warning in her mind.
“Tim Bellamy might be at the party this evening. He’s bad news,
believe me. Stay away from him.”
Catherine didn’t retreat, not taking as
much as a step back.
A lifetime of having others say she
couldn’t do this or couldn’t be that had nurtured a stubborn streak. It and
pure will had propelled her from less-than-humble beginnings to this Georgetown
estate tonight. What she knew of Tim Bellamy—along with seeing him in the
flesh, so to speak—kept her rooted to the spot, curious, needy for more. She
trailed her fingertips over the polished mahogany banister, imagining she was
touching the hard planes of his chest, his strong arms, his cock stiffened for
her alone.
God, he was something.
In his early thirties, he wore his dark
blond hair cropped short on the sides with a bit of length at the top. After a
few minutes of bed play, those thick locks would surely tumble over his
forehead. His eyes were gray, his features masculine, downright aristocratic, a
strong jaw and rich mouth. The kind a long-ago ruler might have owned, his deep
baritone equally impressive as he ordered his newest concubine…an untried
virgin…to pleasure him or else.
On a quiet sigh, Catherine leaned against
the rail, drinking him in.
Despite his blond hair and ashy eyes, his
complexion was a healthy bronze, as though he’d recently spent time in
sun-drenched climes rather than the District’s dreary winter. It wasn’t hard to
imagine him naked on a beach, his lean, muscled body flexing with each step he
took across the sand, or him riding a horse bareback, his strong thighs hugging
the animal, the breeze tugging his hair.
A wave of warmth radiated from Catherine’s
chest to her face. She gripped the rail, unable to pull her attention from him.
His expensive tux draped his frame
perfectly. He was a tall man. Six-two according to the dossier the agency had
on him. One she’d gone through repeatedly, drooling over his photos, impressed
by his education and that he’d turned his back on his family’s business to
carve out a career of his own. Not only had he succeeded in that endeavor,
those on the Hill respected him. Whether his stand on issues was popular or
not, he was a man others knew would never go back on his word. He never
promised what he couldn’t deliver. He didn’t lie.
Catherine liked that and wished she could
say the same about herself, rather than watching him like some sicko voyeur. It
was all she was allowed and it wasn’t nearly enough.
AUTHOR BIO:
Tina
Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal,
contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and
Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,
Romantic Times and numerous online
sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep,
Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The
French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the
Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was
created specifically for Lush Velvet
Nights, and two of her titles (The
Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received
an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different
years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market.
She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story
Direction for a Hollywood production company.
Pinterest:
http://pinterest.com/authortina/my-books/
OMG! I want to read sit down and read those books right now!
Thank you Tina for being our guest today.
Happy Holidays everyone.
XXOO Kat
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