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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Shauna Aura Knight, Werewolves With Chocolate!



Doesn't Werewolves With Chocolat, sound fun? I love the title. Meet Shauna Aura Knight. She's an author, fabulous artist and new friend.
Today's a special treat. Guess what? This novella is available free for a limited time! 

Blurb for Werewolves with Chocolate
Jake and Kyle have big plans for Ellie. The three of them will be celebrating their first Valentine’s Day together, and the two werewolves have prepared a feast of chocolates, fruits, and desserts to seduce her. After several busy weeks Ellie’s looking forward to a relaxing weekend with her mates; their pent up lust boils within her blood. However, when an injured werewolf shows up on their doorstep, the three have to deal with pack politics on the most romantic weekend of the year. Sex and chocolate had been in the plans, but now the mix includes a pissed off werewolf pack and the threat of war with enemy wolves. Will the dangers of the shifter underworld force them apart? 

A Very Spicy Excerpt:

Ellie let out a low moan as she walked along the sidewalk. It was only two blocks from the bus stop to the apartment, but she was so swollen, so achy. Her clit was hard enough that the friction of walking made her want to scream. She resisted reaching a hand into her pants. A few good rubs and she’d go off right there.

She really hoped Jake and Kyle were as pent up as she was, because she needed them fiercely. 

February in Minneapolis meant hip-deep snow. She was lucky the sidewalk was as shoveled as it was. Sometimes the campus practically required snow pants. Though despite the frigid temperature, she didn’t seem to be cooling down at all.

With a whimper, she made it into the apartment doorway. The porch wasn’t ever locked but the inner door was and she fumbled for her keys. She was sweating, but her fingers were numb. 

The door opened and Kyle swept her into his arms for a scorching kiss. She felt him growling and realized she was making a soft, desperate sound, practically climbing him. Jake closed the door, then ended up behind her. He bit the back of her neck and she almost came right there.

“Bedroom,” she rasped.

“Oh no, beautiful. We have surprises for you first.” Kyle set her down.

“Surprises?” She asked, trying to pull Kyle back to her.

Jake turned her around to kiss her. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

“I missed you.” She threaded her fingers through his long dark hair and he laughed when she tried undoing his pants. 

“We created a monster.”

He looked into her eyes and she found herself staring, as always. Jake had the best eyelashes, so dark he looked like he was wearing eyeliner. She had told him once she was jealous of his eyelashes.

Jake captured her hands and drew her into the living room. She blinked; they’d lit candles, and the two of them had filled an entire coffee table full of chocolates and fruits. “Wow. What’s all this?”

They both looked at her with what she privately thought of as their confused wolf look.

Kyle spoke first. “It’s Valentine’s Day, silly.”

“We know the holiday that’s a big deal for human women.”

“We were expressly told not to forget it.”

Her brows furrowed. “That’s not until next week though.”

“Well. You’ll be in school and at the lab, and we all have the next two days off. So we thought we’d make you a few treats.” 

Ellie bit back a groan. Trust the wolves to not get that it was the actual date most people found to be important. She didn’t mind their enthusiasm, but she had prepared a surprise of her own for the holiday and it wasn’t ready yet. She had gone shopping to buy lingerie weeks ago and had asked her friend in the University theatrical costume department to make her an costume to go with it. She had hoped to tease them into a puddle of desire for Valentine’s Day. 

Well, it looked like they would get to celebrate twice at this rate.

Jake pulled her red wool coat off and then Kyle drew her down to the huge purple velvet couch. When they had moved to Minneapolis last fall, Jake had procured the couch on Craigslist and the two of them hauled it up the stairs…and then they’d promptly ravished her on it. Ever since then Ellie had learned to leave a throw blanket on the couch that was easily thrown in the wash. She was nothing if not practical.

“Let’s get you warmed up and show you our delectable selection.” They sat on either side of her, Jake warming up her hands with his while Kyle brought forth a platter of chocolate-dipped strawberries.

“I think you need one of these.” Kyle brought one to her lips. 

Ellie moaned, biting into the fruit. They really were going to torture her like this. 

“Come on.” Jake pulled off her scarf and Kyle fed her another. She licked the dark chocolate off her lips. “Is it good?”

She let out a sigh of bliss. “You know it’s amazing.”

“Yeah, but we like to hear you say it.” Kyle pulled her sweater off and Ellie tried to climb onto his lap.

“Not so fast. You haven’t tried the truffles yet.”

“Truffles?”

“Of course there are truffles. We wouldn’t give you cheap candy box chocolate.”

“Nope. You get the real thing.”

“You two are so sweet.” Nobody had ever done anything this nice for her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

“Ah, crap. Did we do something wrong?” Kyle asked, giving her that searching look.

“No, it’s perfect.” When she kissed him he groaned and she managed to maneuver herself onto his lap. She felt Jake pulling her jeans off and she helped him by wriggling until he’d dragged most of her clothing from her body. She started unbuttoning Kyle’s shirt and Jake shrugged one suspender off his shoulder. Ellie turned and pulled the other one down, and Jake stripped his shirt off. 

Kyle finished unbuttoning his shirt and Ellie helped him pull it off while Jake slipped her panties down. Jake hauled her onto his lap, her back facing his front. She arched back against him and he grunted, then he spread her thighs. “Now, we want to have a treat too.”

Kyle’s eyes glowed golden as he lifted a bowl of warm chocolate from the table and began drizzling it over her. 


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About Shauna Aura Knight
An artist, author, and presenter, Shauna’s work is inspired by magic and awakening mythic imagination. She’s a fantasy artist and author of paranormal romance and urban fantasy including Werewolves in the Kitchen, A Winter Knight’s Vigil, and A Fading Amaranth. Her mythic artwork and designs are used for magazine covers, book covers, and illustrations.

She travels nationally offering intensive education in the transformative arts of community leadership, facilitation, and personal transformation, and is the author of numerous articles and books on those subjects including The Leader Within, Dreamwork for the Initiate’s Path, and Ritual Facilitation.  


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Adele Down's "Her Immortal Viking"


HER IMMORTAL VIKING by Adele Downs
Viking Warrior. Immortal Slave. Freed by Love.
An original contemporary fairy tale inspired by Norse mythology

Penny pleads for divine intervention from overwork and mountainous debt one desperate, lonely night. She sings songs of praise, chants like a yogi, and rubs her belly like Buddha until the crystal charm on her navel shimmers, hoping to draw the attention of someone up there.

From the place between heaven and earth, in the west beyond the seas, an immortal hears Penny’s cries. Once a fearless Viking warrior, Gunnar has been cast into eternal servitude by an angry god and made a Light Elf. While Penny sleeps, he comes to earth from Alfheim for a single night to complete her tasks. When she awakens and confronts him, the handsome immortal kisses her, sparking a night of forbidden passion. By dawn, the couple has fallen in love.

Dark forces target Penny, seeking revenge for Gunnar’s earthly misdeeds. To protect his mortal lover, Gunnar takes up his sword to defend her. Though his strength and courage are unmatched, it might be the power of Gunnar and Penny’s love that saves them both.

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EXCERPT
He smoothed her hair and rubbed a thick tendril between his thumb and forefinger. “I am Gunnar.” He pronounced the name Goo-nar.

An emblem of the sun, surrounded by a circle, had been branded on the back of his powerful hand. Penny touched the scar while he held a length of her hair, recognizing Freyr’s sacred insignia from her textbooks. “The pain must have been excruciating.” Without thinking, she lifted the old wound to her mouth and laid kisses along its perimeter before pressing a kiss to the icon inside.

Tremors vibrated across her lips when they touched the ancient symbol and her body tingled with the contact. The brand grew warm and then hot against her mouth, though it did not burn. She ran her tongue over the thick scars to erase the heat, and then licked the center, finishing with a tiny swirl.

Gunnar’s gasp of surprise was the last thing she expected when she lifted her head. He released her hair and drew away.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Have I offended you?” She’d always been popular with men, and comfortable around them, but her behavior with Gunnar was bold, even for her. She sat up. “Am I under some kind of spell?”

Gunnar shook his head. “I used my powers to heal you, but your free will remains intact.”

She searched his face for clues about what to do next, because desire shone behind the wary expression in his eyes. Something else shone there, too. Gratitude. Penny waited for Gunnar’s reply without letting go of his disfigured hand.

He said, “Kindness isn’t something I’m used to finding. Perhaps you’d be less inclined toward compassion if you knew what I’d done to deserve this brand of servitude.”

She reached out and draped an arm around his neck to bring him closer. Their gazes locked and held. Gunnar’s eyes were like pools of ice blue water that pulled her in and down.

 Her breathing slowed while the sound of her heartbeat rushed blood through her ears. “I am Penelope. And if you’re from Alfheim, I know who and what you are. I just don’t understand why you’re here.” How could she deserve his rare, benevolent gifts? She was just an ordinary woman from an ordinary town, barely scraping by.

 His warm breath grazed her cheek in shallow rushes, lifting goose bumps across her skin. His wide, firm mouth smelled of sweet ground parsley and fresh-picked mint. “Sometimes we get what we need, simply because we ask. That’s the beauty and power of the unexpected.”



AUTHOR BIO

Adele Downs writes best-selling contemporary romance inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania home. She is a former journalist, published in newspapers and magazines inside the USA, UK, and Caribbean.

Adele is an active member of Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as a past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance Writers Report) and has presented workshops for writers.

When Adele isn’t working on her current project, she can be found riding in her convertible or reading a book on the nearest beach.


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Monday, March 8, 2010

It's Working Woman's Day

What a hoot! Isn't everyday a "Working Woman's Day"? Like, we don't work all the time, either at home or somewhere else? I don't know about you, but my days are always crammed with things to do!


This should be called "Every Woman's Day" since working happens without needing to be mentioned. Then again, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there are some women out there that don't work...ah, but they're called "the rich and famous". And, they probably have to "work" at staying that way.






I propose a "Take the Day Off Day" for all females not in school...gotta keep the kids in school and getting their education. So, let's combine the two: "Working Woman's Day" with "Take the Day Off Day" and honor women everywhere. Period.

Ladies, go pamper yourselves. Enjoy the day. Relax. Be catered to. Forget your daily stresses and focus on pleasure. Kudos to all working women...and that means every woman reading this!

Another suggestion: read a romance book to "whisk you away from it all". You know...Fantasy Land. Where you can drool over the hero and forget it's snowing outside, your preschoolers are screaming, your boss is bitching, your clothes are pinching and hinting you either need to lose weight or buy new clothes, or people are asking, "What's for dinner?" as soon as you walk through the door.


"Work" at something different on "Working Woman's Day". Work at pleasing yourself and have a great time!

And while you're doing something for YOU, enter the two contests that I'm running at my website to celebrate my new book, "Anything You Can Do": http://www.mariannestephens.net. I've got lots of goodies to give to two lucky winners!

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Friday, January 15, 2010

The boring post or the raunchy post?


Ah hell, the raunchy post!

I hooked up with a friend of mine who was in town for two days. She is all about sex. I do mean, all about sex. She talks about her relationships, in great detail, and she wants to know about my sex life. Because, as she says, "You're married to a stud muffin!"
Well, my stud muffin and I don't talk about our sex life, at least not to anyone who can put a name to a face. Thank God for internet anonymity!
Does she want me to share my muffin? Ya think? Uh...no...I do not share.
So why are we friends? Because beneath her oversexed and very beautiful exterior, is buried an insecure little girl who has problems with intimacy. Sex, no. Intimacy, yes. But I will tell you, boy oh boy, does she give me material to work with.

*Fran Lee, focus your dirty mind, here!*

So here's what I heard - She's dumped the boy toy, her 21 year old pool boy, and she's currently juggling two forty-something men at one time, neither knows about the other. Man-toy number one spends half the year in Europe and half the year in South America. His naughty bits are of adequate size, not huge, but he knows how to use them and he likes to use them often. And he has a mole on his...and he does this with his tongue and - Oh Gawd...don't tell me any more!!!

Man-toy number two has a bit of a pot belly, not her usual type, but he's domestic, loves wine, cooking, city life and, most important, she says he's huge, the biggest she's ever had, and her orgasms are to die for and he can go for hours and hours and hours and I'm getting tired just hearing it.

Of course, sitting in a public coffee shop, trying hard to keep from sticking my fingers in my ears, while saying, "Ew! Ew! Ew!", because I kinda sorta don't want to know all the positions she's tried...thanks to yoga and all that...I'm thinking stupid things, like, how's their hygiene? Are they circumcized? Do their balls hang low...do they wobble to and fro - these are the things I'm thinking while trying not to laugh and avoid answering her questions about my own sex life.
A lady never tells. A smile, a nod, a slight wince in the nether regions...

It's funny how I can write a very descriptive sex scene in a book, but try to talk to me about it IRL - unless you are my stud muffin - and my face turns red, I totally clam up, cover my ears and sing - lalalalalala.

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See ya!


Monday, December 21, 2009

Santa's Sexy Helper Brings You a "GIFT"!

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Nothing serious this month. Just another fun blog with a Santa's Sexy Helper!

Whew! What a HARD time Santa's helper is having this year while trying to bring a special "GIFT" to all good ladies! This poor guy is so-o-o tired, he just had to settle down for a short nap. Lucky thing he found some grass clippings to keep him warm...plus, he's got on his Santa hat!

He worked very hard all year to buff up in time for the holiday season. Santa gave him a list of all the good ladies to visit and deliver his special "GIFT".

Are you on his list? I know he's not done bringing joy and fantasy happiness to all those listed, so maybe he hasn't made it to your door yet. If you've been good, then you know he'll be coming...and coming...and coming.

Those abs promise lots of hard muscle to run your fingers over. And those arms look strong enough to warm you on a cold night. Now those thighs...and what's hidden under the grass...hint at some mighty powerful action when stirred and focused on your pleasure.

How about a story of a Santa's helper who tries to visit all good ladies in one night? I wonder how many he could share his passion with and still have more to go around to others. Maybe he could take the month of December and get to a few thousand everyday. Surely there are that many being good who deserve his "GIFT"!

Wake up, Santa's helper! It's time to hit the road and bring a smile to the faces of all good ladies everywhere who are waiting for your "GIFT"!

Happy Holidays!
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