#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 19)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

Connor spoke slowly to hold back the rage in his voice. “What concern of yours is she? You have her money.”
“It would be a pity if something were to happen to her.” He smiled wide and licked his fangs. “She was your last customer after all.”
Anger forced its way though Connors restraint and his voice came out as a snarl. “Leave her out of this, Alexander.”
“Would you want another woman’s death on your hands?”
Connor’s heart sped, his muscles tensed, coiling, ready to spring into action. “You will not harm her.”
Alexander’s grin widened. “I can do whatever I please.” He walked behind the large mahogany desk.
“I promise you this, if even a single hair is out of place on her head, I will kill you.”
Alexander waved his hand flippantly in the air. “Your threats mean nothing. You are weak, nothing more than a pretty-boy piece of meat for my customers.”
Connor snarled, baring his teeth and lunged at Alexander in a superhuman blur of motion. Grabbing him by the neck, Connor slammed Alexander into the wall. “Just because I have not shown it, does not mean I have no strength.”
Alexander hissed as he thudded into the wall. He raked his hands across Connor’s face, tearing open a large gash. He bent forward and licked the fresh wound. “I made you what you are, Connor. Remember that. Your strength comes from me.”
Connor threw his head back, away from Alexander’s mouth. “You gave me your blood, but you did not make me who I am.” He balled his free hand into a tight fist and punched hard into Alexander’s ribs. A snap and a crack echoed in the room. Connor delighted in the satisfying sound of bones breaking.
 Alexander moaned in pain but recovered quickly, breaking free from Connor’s grip. He lunged forward, catching Connor off balance and knocked him to the ground.
Connor caught Alexander’s arm as he fell and pulled him down too.
Together, they wrestled on the hardwood floor.
Connor fought to gain the upper hand and pin Alexander down. With his teeth bared, Connor blindly bit at any open flesh he could find. His heart beat with the pounding fury raging inside him. He had to end this, tonight. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he locked on to cold flesh.
A guttural groan escaped from Alexander as he flailed wildly, attempting to free himself from Connor’s grip. A flailing arm connected with Connor sending him crashing down.
White light flashed before Connor’s eyes as his head slammed into the hardwood floor. Before he could regain his senses, he felt himself lifted, by unseen hands, into the air. A momentary weightlessness took him and then his body struck something hard.
Wicked laughter filled the room as Connor fought against blinding pain to refocus on Alexander.
In a flash, long, white fangs were inches from his face. Alexander’s sickening, putrid breath attacked his nose. “You need to be taught a lesson in obedience. I think a month down in the basement might take care of that. And as for your little girlfriend, I might have considered recruiting her, but after your display here, she will serve as your reminder never to cross me again. Consider her dead.”
At the mention of Daphne’s impending death, Connor frenzied with strength. He would let no harm come to her. Not now, not ever. He threw himself forward, head butting Alexander. The crack as their heads collided sounded like the breaking of a wood plank.
Alexander’s body went limp.
Connor jerked Alexander sideways and lunged at his neck. Sinking his teeth in deep, he clenched his jaw and pulled back hard; ripping away the flesh, creating a large, bleeding wound in Alexander’s throat.
Alexander screamed. Blood poured from the wound, like a fountain. Down to the floor it ran, creating a growing pool underneath both men. Alexander’s eyes fixed on to Connor’s face.
Connor licked the blood from his lips, savoring the sweet taste of it. For a moment, he considered draining his former master. He would savor every last drop. But reason got the better of him. Alexander might be missed and Connor already had a record. He chose his words carefully. “I’ve put up with you all these years because I genuinely wanted to pay back my debt to society. But I will not take your bullshit any longer. Now, we can do this one of two ways. You can let me go and never bother me or Daphne again, or I can kill you and leave your body to burn in the midday sun.”
 He released his grip on Alexander, allowing him to slump against the wall.
Alexander’s hands flew to his neck in an attempt to stem the flow of blood still gushing from his open wound. He gulped and then slowly nodded.
Connors voice was a menacing growl. “I want your word.”
“Fine … you have my … word.” Alexander choked the words out.
“Wise decision. Now, where are the keys?”
Alexander pointed a shaky hand at the desk and then slumped further down on the floor.
Relief washed through Connor as he opened the top drawer and extracted a large ring of keys. Finally he was getting the freedom he so desperately wanted. He unlocked the collar. Years of carrying that dead weight around his neck, the reminder of his one and only mistake, fell away with a loud clank as the metal ring hit the desk. Inside, he saw a magnetic mechanism, and the razor-sharp blades, folded against the metal ring, that would have sliced though his neck if he had ever attempted escape and triggered the mechanism.
He rubbed the spot where the collar had been, enjoying the cool rush of air against his skin before turning back towards Alexander. Connor took the collar, snapped it around Alexander’s throat and pocketed the key.
 “Now it’s your turn to wear this damn contraption. And if you’re thinking of going to the council and spinning any lies about me, remember, I have been here long enough to know the shady things you do. I know about the new recruits and the compulsion tactics you use to pad your pockets. You risk our reputation with your business practices. One word to the council and this collar won’t be the only thing you have to worry about.”
 Alexander pulled at the collar surrounding his wounded neck. Blood oozed around the metal ring. “Just get out of here,” Alexander rasped. “Get out of my sight.”

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A bizarre twist of fate...

Title: No Remorse
Author : MaryLynn Bast
Genre: PNR
Format: (print, ebook, or both) Print and Ebook
Links to buy: Amazon: Ebook  Paperback

Link to trailer: No Remorse Trailer

Tell us the story behind the story. What inspired you to write this novel?
I first wrote No Remorse as a 5,000 word short story for a contest I was going to enter. Most books I have read about werewolves always seemed to feature the male characters and I wanted to be different by making my main character a woman and the struggles they face as a female in a male dominated world. 
I didn’t enter the contest, however, Amber kept calling to me to finish her story and it kind of morphed into what it is today.  I have always loved writing romance and reading paranormal.

Tell us about the book cover. How does it represent your book? How did you choose the artwork?
I spent hours searching websites for the perfect pictures to catch my eye. I chose the artwork for No Remorse to represent the main character Amber and her freedom of being a werewolf in her natural form. She is not ashamed of her body and facing the moon, she is looking forward to her first shift into her werewolf form. The background with the forest represents her life spent out in the woods.

Due to her unusual birth, Amber has abilities no other werewolf has ever possessed. On the run since childhood, the lone wolf avoids contact with other werewolves at all cost, continually moving, constantly looking over her shoulder and always alone. Everything changes when Amber saves a werewolf from the mere brink of death, Blake, the only werewolf to ever protect her. Love blossoms, but not without tribulations when Amber realizes she must help her new pack rescue a member who is being held hostage by a rival pack. Warring with emotions of going from lone wolf to the pack leader’s mate, Amber must decide if she is willing to risk Blake’s life to know true family and friendship despite the fact that the Council is hell bent on locating her and will stop at nothing until she is found. Will Amber’s special abilities be enough to keep everyone safe?

Where can readers find out more about you and your work?

Feel free to include your author pic (attached to email) and short bio.

About the author:
MaryLynn Bast moved to Las Vegas in 2010 from Texas, where she grew up. She works as a consultant with a contractor for the US Military, traveling from base to base across the US and around the world. Whenever possible, MaryLynn enjoys spending time with her husband, children and friends. In her free time she writes paranormal fantasies, loves to read and travel.

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No Remorse
Author: MaryLynn Bast
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
Publisher: Werewolf Tails Publishing
Ebook - Pages: 221
Paperback - Pages: 250

K.S.  Hello MaryLynn!!!! Welcome to the blog. I am so pleased to have you here today. MaryLynn is a local Las Vegas author, like me. I've had the pleasure of chatting with her and I am just thrilled to be featuring her here today on the blog. So, without further ado, why don’t we start off with a small introduction? Tell us a little about yourself. 

I’m a southern girl, grew up in Texas, but moved to Las Vegas in July 2010. This year I will be married to my wonderful husband Patrick nine years. I have 3 children who are grown, no grandchildren yet, but hopefully will sometime in a couple years.

I have worked the past 10 years with companies contracted with the US military, so I was fortunate enough to get to travel to S. Korea and Japan last year for six months.  Right now I am currently in between contracts so I get to focus all my time on my writing.  

K.S.  Any interesting writing quirks or stories you would like to share with my readers?

I guess I do have a writing quirk…while writing I am on Facebook looking at post and answering messages all the while chatting in instant messages and on Skype to a really good friend.

K.S.  When did you realize you wanted to be a writer? What sparked the desire to pen your first novel?

I always loved when my teachers handed out reading and writing assignments. So, really, writing has been a passion since I can remember. When a friend of mine suggested I enter a 5,000 word contest for a werewolf story. I wrote the story and set it aside and didn’t enter the contest. I continued working on a story that I had begun the year before. However, Amber kept calling to me so I went back and her story just flowed and took three months to actually write.

K.S.  What genre do you write?

PNR and PNR erotica

K.S.  What would you say has inspired you most in your writing career? Or, who is your favorite author and why?

I have always loved Sherrilyn Kenyon and her Dark Hunter Series. I love how she created her world. I can immerse myself in her stories and tune everything around me out until I complete the book in one sitting.

K.S.  What does your family think of your writing?

My family enjoys my stories and are very proud to tell everyone they have a family member who is a published author.
K.S.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned while creating your book/s?

I was surprised to find how creative I could really be in forming my characters and my own little world for them to live in.

K.S.  What inspires you?

Having fans contact me telling me how much they enjoyed the story and wanting to know when the next one will be coming out.

K.S.  Can you tell us a little about any of your novels?

Due to her unusual birth, Amber has abilities no other werewolf has ever possessed. On the run since childhood, the lone wolf avoids contact with other werewolves at all cost, continually moving, constantly looking over her shoulder and always alone. Everything changes when Amber saves a werewolf from the mere brink of death, Blake, the only werewolf to ever protect her. Love blossoms, but not without tribulations when Amber realizes she must help her new pack rescue a member who is being held hostage by a rival pack. Warring with emotions of going from lone wolf to the pack leader’s mate, Amber must decide if she is willing to risk Blake’s life to know true family and friendship despite the fact that the Council is hell bent on locating her and will stop at nothing until she is found. Will Amber’s special abilities be enough to keep everyone safe?

The wind howled as she ran through the heavily wooded forest. Or was the howling the beast that haunted her? Amber knew she should keep running, but instead stopped in her tracks. She was tired of always running from the darkness that followed her everywhere. She gave in to the hot searing pain and fell to the ground, quickly shedding the clothes that bound her to the human world. Throwing her head back, she screamed when her flesh crawled and her bones began the painful cracking and popping. Rain poured through the trees while Amber clawed at the wet soggy ground, her head feeling like it would explode. The flashes of lightning, followed by the loud rolling thunder, swallowed her howls of pain. On all fours, Amber panted, the transformation was complete. She was alone in her own world of nightmares.
Bright yellow eyes rimmed with black peered out from the dense trees, the silhouette of the large wolf illuminated in the storm as the lightning lit up the night sky. Amber’s sensitive ears heard the drops of rain falling through the trees and bushes, landing on the bed of leaves and wet earth around her. At the sound of rustling leaves, the wolf whipped her head in its direction. Something scampered from tree to tree before stopping dead in its tracks, feeling the presence of danger. The rat’s beady eyes stared into the menacing yellow glow, its body stood motionless. The only thing moving was the twitching of its whiskers as the rodent quickly sniffed the air.
She was hungry, but not for the rat. Amber rose from her hunched position on the sodden leaves. Turning away, she could have sworn the rat gave a sigh of relief as it scampered away. Moving deeper into the woods, Amber knew exactly where she needed to go.

K.S.  Where can we buy your novel?
Amazon: Ebook | Paperback

K.S.  Do you have a website, fan site, or Blog that we can visit?

K.S.  Do you have any closing advice to aspiring writers?

Just keep writing.  The feeling of finishing a story (even if it needs work) is so amazing.

Due to her unusual birth, Amber has abilities no other werewolf has ever possessed. On the run since childhood, the lone wolf avoids contact with other werewolves at all cost, continually moving, constantly looking over her shoulder and always alone. Everything changes when Amber saves a werewolf from the mere brink of death, Blake, the only werewolf to ever protect her. Love blossoms, but not without tribulations when Amber realizes she must help her new pack rescue a member who is being held hostage by a rival pack. Warring with emotions of going from lone wolf to the pack leader’s mate, Amber must decide if she is willing to risk Blake’s life to know true family and friendship despite the fact that the Council is hell bent on locating her and will stop at nothing until she is found. Will Amber’s special abilities be enough to keep everyone safe?

Buy Links:
Ebook:  http://www.amazon.com/Remorse-Book-Heart-Wolf-ebook/dp/B007P6CT9M/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1338893794&sr=1-1

Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/No-Remorse-Heart-Wolf-1/dp/1470042223/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1338893904&sr=1-2

About the Author:

MaryLynn Bast moved to Las Vegas in 2010 from Texas, where she grew up. She works as a consultant with a contractor for the US Military, traveling from base to base across the US and around the world. Whenever possible, MaryLynn enjoys spending time with her husband, children and friends. In her free time she writes paranormal fantasies, loves to read and travel.

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#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 18)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

Drumming his fingers on the wooden banister, Connor waited for Alexander to ascend the stairs. Having eavesdropped on the conversation below, he was overcome with pride, knowing he had pleased Daphne—and that she was more than satisfied.
He’d accomplished not only his goal of the evening, but also managed to carry out his final task. All Connor needed to do now was obtain the key to his restraints and he would be free. He smiled inside, formulating a plan to celebrate his impending freedom. An image of Daphne’s naked body flashed into his mind.
He sighed, remembering the softness of her skin and the delicious warmth of her body. Her scent still lingered in the air; sweet with just a hint of honey. His body hardened with need at just the idea of having her again. His fingers ached to find her warmth.
 Alexander’s dark, greasy head appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
The smile fell from Connor’s face as he looked down at his master. “I trust you are satisfied with my performance tonight.”
Alexander didn’t meet Connor’s gaze and his stiff posture held no hint of approval. His feet hardly made a sound against the wood of the steps as he ascended. He pushed past Connor as he reached the top stair. “The young lady seemed pleased so you must have been adequate.”
“I’ve completed my sentence. Now you need to keep your end of the bargain. Release me.” Connor made no attempt to hide his contempt.
Alexander held up his hand, and shook a finger in the air. “I am the one to judge whether or not your sentence is complete. The council left you in my keeping.”
A flood of anger washed through Connor’s body. “I’ve done all that was required of me.” He sensed that Alexander would find some reason to force him to stay.
“You’ve served my customer, but I require more,” he said with a hint of mocking.
Connor’s lip curled and a low growl rumbled up from his chest.
“Temper, temper,” Alexander cautioned.
Connor spoke in a low, monotone voice, “I’ve done my time and paid my debt.”
“That is the beauty of being your warden. It is up to me to decide when you are let off for good behavior.” He chuckled. “I think your sentence should be extended … indefinitely.”
“You wouldn’t!” Connor tensed with rage, balling his fists at his side, waiting for the right moment to strike. He was not going to be made to stay here any longer.
“You are a profitable commodity. One I am not ready to part with.” Alexander walked down the hallway, toward his office. He waved for Connor to follow. “This is, how do they say it … not personal. It’s business.”
Connor hesitated for a moment, contemplating his future, before following Alexander into the office. He had already chosen to meet the dawn if Alexander didn’t release him. That was before he had met Daphne. Now, it seemed he couldn’t allow that to be his fate. He wanted to see her, to be with her—if she would have him. No. He wouldn’t meet the dawn. And he wouldn’t stay here either. He had to leave, and try his chances with Daphne.
Connor walked into Alexander’s office, a large and comfortable room decorated in rich dark woods and black leather chairs. He paused at the bookshelves, pretending to peruse the various old tomes while carefully choosing his words. “I don’t see how profitable I will be if I refuse to serve your customers. We had a deal. I served my allotted time. I’m done.”
 “Done, are you?” A wicked smile crept across Alexander’s face. He stood before a large mahogany desk and patted one of the leather chairs, inviting Connor to sit. “You think I would just let you go because you say you are done. That’s the problem with you pretty boys. You have all the looks, but no brains.”
Connor’s lip curled into a sneer. Silently refusing Alexander’s request to sit, he remained where he stood.
“Those of us not endowed with such beauty must rely on our wits. You think I cannot keep you here, working as my slave?”
“There is nothing you can say or do that will make me stay here any longer.”
“Nothing I can do, eh?” Alexander burst into a fit of roaring laughter. “You are such a simple boy. I can have you on your knees, begging me to let you stay here if I want.”
Connor’s eyes narrowed. Anger and confusion held his tongue. He knew Alexander was crafty and manipulative but didn’t understand the arrogance behind his taunting. There was nothing to hold over him. Connor had served his sentence without fail. He had done no wrong. Nothing in Connor’s opinion would have him cowering to Alexander for mercy.
“Why don’t I bring your new little friend here for a drink?” Alexander’s eyebrow arched. “That pretty little thing who kept you so occupied all night.”

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A Paranormal War from A Vampire Point of View

A Paranormal War from A Vampire Point of View

dark, dangerous, deadly…
Dark, dangerous, and even more deadly – at times, and sexy as hell all others…
Dark, dangerous, and deadly…bloody, brooding and torn by bloodlust…
Witches, Werewolves and Women (okay, men too)…
Add to the mix…
Every element from fighting to sex to conversations become more intense, the stakes get higher…
All of these elements were in my  mind when I started to create my first ever series, At War in the Willows. While the war in this little resort town (a place I created out of my own imaginings of a place I would want to live) is between differing clans of paranormal s and humans, I gave the vampires in it the voice. Each novella is from one point of view only - the first a male vampire, the second his vampire sister, and the third their vampire brother. This allowed me three couples, three romances doomed to fail form the start. Hey, I love the angst and the challenge :)

I made lists in fact, brainstormed every creatures strengths and weaknesses before I not only paired them romantically, with potential deadly elements to their relations, but also before I created my fight scenes.  So, what did I gain from using the vampire point of view? To me, they had the most challenges, but also, the character of Isaac, who has the voice in Book I, well he was my favorite character. He had more than just the usual vampire issues going against him. He was flawed in many ways and life had handed him many bad breaks. I found him the most intense to write, and I think that intensity carried on then easily to his family, and to all the other characters.

Basically, I think the vampire point of views gave me that edge to the dark, dangerous and deadly that is present throughout all three stories.
At War in the Willows Series Blurb:

The Willows is a resort town run by vampires, werewolves and witches. Here, their true identities are kept secret from humans, and intimate relations between the individual clans are strictly forbidden.

When it becomes known that the vampire Amberlyn has fallen in love with the werewolf Kane, the tedious line of their co-existence has been crossed. Caught in the crossfire of this revelation, Drake, the vampire clan leader and Amberlyn’s maker, is killed along with an innocent witch. These deaths spark a series of horrific events leading to an all out War In The Willows.

In Book 1, Amberlyn’s vampire brother, Isaac, always one to kick ass first and deal with the consequences later, kidnaps a witch, Winter. He intends to find out what type of retaliation the witch clan is planning against the vampires and werewolves. In doing so, he finds so much more then he bargained for.

By Book 2, Isaac and Winter devise a plan to try to get the Elders of the clans talking peacefully. But, things don't go as they'd hoped, and the fighting between the clans becomes more devious - deadly. Now, Devin, another Vampire of Drake's making, steps in to help pick up some of the pieces as his sister, Amberlyn, fights to be with the werewolf, Kane.

When Book 3 begins, it is Devin who hides the biggest secret; he’s in love with a local human. In a moment of desperation – of love – Devin sweeps this human, Sara, away to his home in order to keep her out of harm’s way.

Unexpected close encounters, bodies ripe with need, and situations beyond their control lead to forbidden relationships. Now three vampires, a witch, a werewolf and a human must ride along the edges of the rules. They will attempt once unthinkable romantic entanglements despite all those who oppose their relationships while fighting for their lives as well.

With the Willows full of violence and bloodshed, meetings and magic amiss, will the clans ever be able to find peace among them again? Or, will this war destroy the Willows?

Genres: Erotic, Paranormal (Vampire, Witch, Werewolf) Romance

Book I, The Vampire's Witch - Available Now at AmazonNNP Store and All Romance eBooks 
Book II, The Vampire's Wolf - Available Now at 
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Book III, The Vampire's Human - Coming December 2012

Reviews for Book I, The Vampire's Witch

“This is the first adult book I've read by Kiki Howell. And it was delicious! Good plot, great characters and sexy enough to raise the temperature in my house about 20 degrees... It's a very fast read, only about 50 pages. But it's a real page turner!” ~4/5 Stars by Lilac Wolf

“Ms Howell weaves a spell binding web that ensnares the mind and lets the reader drift away in to another world. I highly look forward to the next two books in this series!” ~4/5 Stars by Phoenix Johnson

The Vampire’s Witch, Book I in the At War in the WillowsSeries, Excerpt:
Rage carried Isaac from California back to Tennessee at a fevered speed even for a
vampire. The night curled in around him, but not as the embrace it usually was. Instead,
tonight, it was like a dense fog, which seemed to strangle him. He couldn’t say he was
going home, even though that was where his families were. Both of them, or at least,
what was left of them. Home meant a place that welcomed, sheltered, and yet he’d had no
choice but to run from The Willows. Even now, several years later, he would have to be
careful while staying with his vampire family that his real family never saw him. For all
his birth family knew, he’d gone missing a decade ago. Hopefully they thought him
dead—an accurate conception for all intensive purposes.

The voice of his maker’s maker, Achim, a man he viewed as a grandfather now,
echoed in his head. Drake, Isaac’s maker, was dead, staked outside the business he’d run.
The Willows was to the mortals a peaceful, beautiful resort area in the mountains of
Tennessee, full of sun and water and trails in the summer, which switched to
snowboarding and skiing in the winter, everything a tourist could want. His clan had
moved there a few years before he was made. While vampires were transient, forced to
always keep moving every few decades or so by the fact mortals started to question why
they never aged, resort towns were perfect to keep the questions low with so many people
always coming and going. Plus, these types of places provided them jobs running the
always-active nightlife.

Clans of werewolves and witches had already been in The Willows when his clan had
arrived. Until tonight, the clans had basically kept apart, recognized and peacefully
accepted their hatred for each other. They worked together, amicable enough in public,
but that was where it ended. Tonight, his vampire sister, Amberlyn, had thought it wise to
reveal her love for the werewolf, Kane, of all given creatures. A verbal battle between
vamps and werewolves at the cove had turned violent and deadly. A young witch who
was in the wrong place at the wrong time, had been killed by a shot that had been fired
after a werewolf had staked to death Amberlyn’s and Isaac’s maker, Drake. While the
wolf and vamp clans had all but declared war, the witches were already threatening their
own special sort of revenge. All of this had happened in the matter of three cursed hours.
Now, he was nearly there just a few hours away from sunrise.

Isaac, even in life, had been one to kick ass and ask questions later. As he entered The
Willows – the place eerily quiet – a chill, more pervasive than it should be for a spring
night in these parts, snaked down his back as he approached the group of houses where
most of the witches lived.

“Blessed wenches,” he grumbled into the air. And, he meant that in an angry, jealous
and missed the sun type of way. Witches got to have special abilities and easily blend
into society as mere mortals. His boot crushed the yellows, pinks and whites of the spring
flowers, which decorated the first lawn he’d come to. They represented spring fever and
love, and he relished their demise under his boots.

“Fuckin’ Amberlyn!” Isaac had never gotten to know his sister much, except through a
few visits when her, Drake, and Drake’s maker, Achim with his wife, Willa, had come to
visit him in Los Angeles.

Someone was going to pay for Drake’s death. Isaac wasn’t going to be picky either.
Whatever witch he came across first would do for information, then possibly revenge
depending on how things went down. Revenge was his job in California, and he was very
good at it. Tonight though, he hadn’t thought his plan of attack all the way through yet.
His thoughts were still more on what he’d lost tonight. After Isaac had been made,
Drake had left The Willows with Isaac, stayed with him, mentored him, became a real
father to replace the human one he could no longer see.

Isaac pushed the memories aside, squashed them with anger-laced pain. First things first, before that damn strong sun around here rose, some random witch was going to give him answers about what they had planned. He would go for the werewolves tomorrow night after he had a planning session with Amberlyn and Achim. Isaac had promised them that over the phone. No one had said a damn word about the witches. Being one of the new temporary leaders of the clan now – as one of those closest in bloodline to Drake – he had a job to protect the other vamps.

With strength and speed, he broke into the house. There was no lock or doorknob
around that could keep him out if he wanted in. The broken door, the briefest scream of a
woman startled out of sleep, were all but seconds, and he was gone. With a hand over the
scared-frozen woman’s mouth just in case, he erred on the side of caution somewhat,
even though she wouldn’t realize what had happened to her. He ran through the woods
with her in his arms at speeds that made her world blur.
The Vampire’s Witch – Copyright© 2012 Kiki Howell. All rights reserved.

New Release - Moonlight by Katie Salidas #Paranormal #Erotic #Romance

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the publisher of this book.

Someone knocked on the door, a soft almost tapping sound. It was my turn to growl, only this time it was out of frustration. I wasn’t ready to end our moment. 
“I’m busy.” Aiden shouted to the door. 
“Sorry, boss.” Diana said. “Micah is here and the rest of the council are meeting in the conference room.”
“Bad timing,” I grumbled.
“We’ll have to continue this later.” Aiden’s shoulders sagged. 
 “Do you want me to join you in council?”
“No. I need to give them the good news though. That should get them off my back. For now, you get that sexy ass into a shower and be ready for me to ravage you again later.” He stood and retrieved his boxers and pants.
“Is that all I am to you?” I joked as I sat up on the desk.  “Your little play thing.”
“No, that’s just one of the perks.” He stole one last kiss and headed for the door. “I won’t be long. I promise.”
“You better not.”
He walked out, passed Diana and headed down the hallway. She stood in the doorway and once Aiden had walked out of sight turned to me and sneered. I sat proudly on top of Aiden’s desk, naked from the waist down, and crossed my legs. 
“You think you’re untouchable, don’t you?” Diana spat at me.
“You’re treading a very thin line, lady.”
“Tough words for a human. I could shred you right here.”
“So do it. What are you waiting for? Oh, right… Aiden would have your head for that.”
“Accidents happen.” An evil glint shone in her eye and a smile spread across her face. 
I wasn’t going to let her scare me. I glared back at her.  “They do, don’t they? I’d feel terrible if my fist just accidentally found your face. Cut the crap. You don’t want me for an enemy.” As soon as I became Female Alpha, I planned to make her life hell.
“Why, because your fucking the boss?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, I heard. Half the pack heard you. You’re quite the little slut, aren’t you? Just walking into the boss’s office and screwing him as loud as you can for all to hear. Bet you feel like you’re something hot, don’t you?”
I folded my arms in front of me. 
“Lemme tell you a little secret. No one wants a human mating with the Alpha. The council won’t allow it, and I won’t stand for it.” 
I smiled. “Well that’s just fine by me. I won’t remain a human for long.”
She scoffed. “Not everyone survives the transition. There are ways to swing the odds either way.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Why? Are you scared?” She sashayed toward me. Her smug expression sent my blood boiling. 
I gritted my teeth to stop me from saying anything else. I knew what she was doing, trying to get me to snap and she was dangerously close. I was no match for her yet, so I couldn’t challenge her to a fight, but once I transitioned, she would slowly and painfully eat every last word.
“I’m going to tell you one last time.” Her voice went deadly quiet.  “Leave Aiden and this pack… for your own safety.” 
I couldn’t help the shiver of fear that threatened to reveal itself. I turned away hoping to keep it hidden and give off the vibe that she was not worth my attention. “Get it through your head. Aiden and I are already mates,” I said with as much conviction as I could muster.
“You’ll never be his true mate.”
Something slammed hard into the back of my head. Before I could register the pain the world went dark and I felt myself freefalling into nothingness.

#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 17)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

Daphne hobbled down the stairs to the bar, still feeling the lingering the effects of her time with Connor. He’d worked her body hard and her muscles begged for rest.
The bar appeared gloomy and desolate. Gone were the throngs of people being tempted by scantily clad creatures of the evening. No music boomed from the speakers. Chairs sat upended on the tops of tables, half the lights had been turned off, and the only sound Daphne heard was the clanking of glasses behind a door near the bar.
Guess this place closes up early, Daphne mused. She searched around for someone. She needed to find her friends and get home.
Daphne was taken by surprise when Alexander strolled in behind her.
“And how was your evening?” His voice was that casual drawl that had compelled her to walk with him upstairs, yet in this eerie silence it startled her. She jumped and turned to face him. His piercing stare met hers and the corner of his mouth rose to a sinister grin.
She winced looking into his pale, gaunt face. He was no Greek god, like the rest of the working men were.
Stuttering and stammering, Daphne tried to look around for her friends. “Oh … yes, wonderful … I … There are no words to describe-” She didn’t want to be alone with this guy.
“Excellent,” he said. His eyes lit up. For a moment Daphne thought she saw a flash of a dollar sign reflecting back at her from his overjoyed expression. “That is exactly what I wanted to hear.”
“Yeah. Um, where are my two friends?”
He gave a knowing snort of a laugh. “They are still in the booth…where you left them. Pity they didn’t have more money.”
There was no hiding the greed in Alexander’s eyes. Daphne tried to mask her disgust behind a fake smile. “Great, I’ll just go get them,” she said a little louder than she’d meant to. Alexander gave her the creeps and she needed to get away as fast as she could. He stared at her like a wild animal stalking its prey.
Daphne turned towards the booth in the back corner, took a few steps, stopped, and looked over her shoulder to make sure Alexander wasn’t going to follow. He stood perfectly still, his eyes still fixing her with that greedy, hungry stare.
“Uh … tell Connor … thanks. He was amazing,” she said.
“I will. And thank you for enjoying the House of Immortal Pleasures.”
She laughed nervously and continued walking to the booth.
Kerri and Jamie were both passed out and curled up with each other in the booth. Daphne contemplated blackmail. She needed something to repay them for dragging her here against her will. Though she had the night of her life, Daphne still wanted them to suffer, a bit, for their scheming.
Pulling her phone out of her jeans, she quickly snapped a few…interesting photos. Innocent or not, it would be funny hearing Jamie explain why her hand was on Kerri’s boob. And Kerri would have to explain why it looked like she was giving Jamie a hickey. She snickered as she finished taking the blackmail photos and pocketed her phone.
Looking over her shoulder, she wanted to make sure Alexander wasn’t still there in the room watching her. Thankfully, he was gone. Taking in a deep breath, Daphne calmed her thoughts and put on the straightest face she could before yelling, “Wake up you two!”
Jamie and Kerri jumped at the sudden noise, sitting upright on the bench seat.
“What? What the hell?” a bleary-eyed Kerri moaned. “We’re up. You don’t need to shout.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Daphne said in her best, angry voice. She fixed them both with a cold stare attempting to look furious.
Jamie’s hand shot to her head. “How much did I friggin’ drink last night? I feel like I got hit by a truck. I need aspirin.”
“You deserve to feel crappy. I can’t believe you brought me here and made me …” She threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, I don’t even want to talk about it.” Daphne had to bite her lip to avoid the smile threatening to spread across her face. She balled up her hand into a tight fist so her nails bit into her palms. She wasn’t about to give away the truth that she had just experienced the best sex ever. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that their little scheme worked.
“What happened, Daph? Did you do it?” Kerri said with a yawn, stretching her arms out wide.
“How could you even ask me that? You threw me to the wolves with a shot of tequila and a pat on the ass, and now you want details?”
“Yes!” her friends responded in unison.
“Ugh!” Daphne groaned, balling her fist tighter so the pain would come out in her voice. She turned and headed for the door. “Let’s get out of here. I’m not your personal soap opera.”
“Please, we need details,” they begged, trailing behind Daphne.

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#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 16)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

Daphne groaned, frustrated at his sudden withdrawal.
Her body screamed for release. How could he just pull away like that?
Her head shot up. Like a wild animal, she fixed him with a predatory gaze. “Oh, that’s just not fair. Come back here.”
She shocked herself with the demand that had escaped her mouth. This wasn’t like her. She’d never demanded anything like this before. Daphne smiled inside at her own courage.
He casually sat back in the tub, maintaining eye contact. His eyebrow arched and he smiled showing his fangs behind his lips. She knew he was daring her to make her move.
“If you want it, come and get it,” he said and winked.
Primal need overcame any rational thought. Her body demanded another release. Her body demanded him. She needed his thick, velvety cock inside her, filling her. Heat pulsed between her legs so hard she felt she would die of want.
Controlled by her own desires, she rose gracefully before Connor. His eyes remained locked on hers. His chest rose and fell with a deep, satisfied breath.
His arousal was clear. The tip of his hard cock broke the surface of the water.
Daphne slid onto his lap, letting out a soft moan as she impaled herself on his thick length. As they joined, a loud groan of approval rumbled in Connor’s throat.
She felt a strange, new sense of power and liked it. Daphne shocked herself with how sexy she felt demanding satisfaction, and taking it. She bent her head to claim his mouth, thrusting her tongue into his and slowly rocked her body.
Connor’s hands found her hips, guiding her into the rhythm that would send them both over the edge. Together they spiraled into the heavens as the climax rushed through their bodies.


The water had cooled to a lukewarm temperature before they moved again. Their lovers’ embrace was so pure and sensual, Daphne didn’t want to end it and face the emptiness that would come from separating their bodies.
“Thank you for sharing this night with me,” Connor said softly. “You are a special woman.”
Daphne smiled. “I wish it could last longer.”
“I am happy to hear you say that.”
They rose from the tub, wrapping thick, red towels around themselves. Connor looked at a clock hanging on the wall. His shoulders slumped and his face became serious. His carefree grin faded into a grimace. “Unfortunately, it is getting late. I have other business to attend to.”
Daphne frowned, and turned away. “Yeah. Right, I understand.” She’d avoided the thought that he was a paid man of the night. Sadness crept into her mind. She didn’t want to think of this being just an act. She wanted it to be as special as he had told her it was.
Connor’s hand rose to her chin, tilting it up so that she was forced to look at him. “You don’t understand. Dawn will be here soon. I must speak with Alexander. I promise, there are no other ladies I wish to service. I meant what I said. You are special to me.”
Daphne feigned a smile and walked away, to hunt for her clothes.
“I would love to see you again sometime,” Connor said.
“Yeah, maybe.” Daphne’s voice did not hide the disappointment and shame she felt for believing it was real. She quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail.
After they had both dressed, Connor walked Daphne to the door. “I know it’s hard to believe. But I meant every word I said to you.”
With a gentle kiss, he let her leave.
His last parting words to her held little comfort. He had such sincerity in his eyes when he spoke them, but she knew no matter if there was truth or not, he was a man of the evening, and could never be anything more to her than that.

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An Excerpt to Whet your Whistle.

Patience © August 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas


Excerpt 1

He turned, drilling his steel-gray eyes into mine. “You regret last night, don’t you?”
“Last night...” I bit down on my burgeoning smile. “Well, I’ve certainly done smarter things than seduce a co-worker.”
“The way I see it, I seduced you.”
“Such is my skill, young man.” I couldn’t suppress my smile this time. “No, it wasn’t my smartest move, but I certainly don’t regret it. Anyway, I thought you boys compartmentalized everything.”
He slipped his hand onto my thigh. “How can I when you’re right here?”
I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together. “Stop…” It was barely a whisper, not convincing at all. He had such big hands they were impossible to ignore. Especially sliding up my leg like that.
I clamped my hand over his. “No, Edan. We have to get back to the office. We have another pitch tomorrow.”
He dug his fingers in, a needless show of strength. With a puff of disgust he pulled back and turned away. “Fine. Then maybe tomorrow you’ll let me drive.” He shucked out another mint and ground it to death.
“Oh, act your fucking age, Edan.” Jesus. I sound like I’m his mother. I started the car and mashed out my frustration on the gas pedal.
We drove back in man-made silence. Before I’d even turned off the engine Edan had his door open, ready to storm upstairs and broadcast our failure. To distance himself from the stink of it. I curled my fingers around his arm.
He pulled loose from my tenuous grasp and flounced out of the car. I turned off the engine and rushed after him, my clattering heels echoing off the concrete ceiling of the parking garage.
“Edan, stop!”
The touch of my hand on his shoulder seemed to calm him a little. He stopped and let me turn him around. I felt like his mother again as I pressed him back against the wall. In my heels I was almost eye-to-eye with him. Or would be, if he’d look at me.
“You still have so much to learn, boy.”
“Don’t call me boy. I’m 24 years old.”
“In every way possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Look, we need to present a united front. Yes, we probably lost the pitch. But those people up there rely on me, and now you, to bring business in. They need to believe in us.”
“Then untie the apron strings! Let me take more control.”
I rested my hand against his chest. Even through the thick wool of his suit, I fancied I could feel the heat of his skin, and I nearly lost my train of thought. “This is not the time for that discussion, Edan.”
“It never is.”
“Stop. I mean it, this is not the time. We need to radiate calm, give off a positive vibe. Can you do that?”
He shook his head and puffed out a resigned chuckle. Finally his cool eyes met mine. “Maybe. What’s it worth to you?”
The warmth of his hand was all too real as he cupped the fullness of my breast through my blouse. I’d been so focused on his eyes I hadn’t seen him move. My breath tripped up as he squeezed my hardening nipple.
“Edan…” The simple urgency of my own voice sounded like a betrayal. With my hand over his I rested my head on his chest, just to take the weight off my untrustworthy knees. With my eyes closed and the heat of his body against me it was easy to forget he was born the year I finished school.
Suddenly he was all hands and breath, all heat and muscle, and lord, did it feel good. I clutched at his belt for balance and he pushed his mouth onto mine.

Meet the Author - Willsin Rowe

Let's get to know one of the authors of the new release, Patience, Mr. Willsin Rowe!!


Willsin Rowe falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.

Let's have a chat with him, shall we?

Q: You’ve written quite a few wonderfully smutty stories on your own, what made you decide to co-author this story?

A: It really did feel like the natural step to take. With Patience, I knew the idea was sound, and that the rough map of the story would work. But the intricacies weren’t meshing. The tiny cogs just weren’t lining up. It just felt like exactly the kind of story that needed input from both genders. And of course, who better to work with than my bestest beta-reading buddy?

Q: What is it about the genre that draws you in? Why do you love to write Erotica?

A: I just love to write, no matter what genre. But for me, Erotica is special. It’s not just about grabbing two characters (or more!) and tossing them in a bed together with the instructions to get it on. It’s to be expected that the characters get all hot and sweaty, sure...but I love the challenge of making it unstoppable rather than opportunistic. The background and shape of the story need to funnel these characters into each other’s...well, let’s say “arms”!

Q: Pick a favorite line (or interaction between the characters) from Patience and tell us why you like it so much?

A: Ah, I love this bit:

I turned him to face me. “Edan, I know you won’t like to hear this, but you’re still so young. You see everything in black and white. Only when you get older will you see the shades of gray.”
“Yeah. In the mirror.”
It felt almost like he’d slapped me, but I tried not to let it show. “Well, you sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.”
“What? What did I say?”
“You know what you said.”
“Yes, I do. I just have no fucking idea what you heard.”

Why do I love it? Because it shows how the different ages and genders of the characters lends a totally different understanding to one simple remark. And I’d like to point out, too, that the “shades of gray” reference was written in 2010; long before I’d heard of...any particular books that it might make you think of!

Q: What does your family think of your work? Does your wife ever do any Beta Reading for you?

A: Most of my family know, and are pretty much ambivalent about it. My mother was a little taken aback, but my wife is totally supportive. She doesn’t beta for me, but she appears (in one form or another) in many of my stories. She’ll often help me road-test an idea, too!

Q: We’ve touched on this before. What is it about the older woman/younger man pairing that is so intriguing, in your opinion? 

A: Ah, well, I think it comes down to a few elements like confidence, communication and respect (including self-respect). When dealing with males, older women tend to do better than younger women on all those elements (wild generalization, I know). Most young people still have that crazy idea that men and women both speak the same language! Older women also know how to stroke an ego without feeling like they’re diminishing themselves. And lastly, they know what they want, they know where it is...and they don’t assume a young man can find it by himself!



Christmas time in Brisbane is always so hot and muggy you could drink it from a bowl.

Brett Freeman feels the heat like anyone, but for more than 15 years it’s been nothing to do with the climate and everything to do with Corinne. Only one thing stands between Brett and his perfect woman: her husband, Darren.

Despite that stumbling block, Darren and Corinne consider Brett their best friend. They’ve watched in despair as he’s tossed away good relationships simply because, in his mind, no woman could ever compare to Corinne.

Then, one muggy Christmas Eve, a friendly visit takes a bizarre turn. Secrets are shared, an incredible present is offered, and for Brett, life will be changed forever.

Every beginning comes from an ending.



The Three Day Hump

Luther has a solid career as a lawyer and is married to a famous lingerie model. His life has grown comfortable, and he can’t remember how it felt to truly want something…anything.

Opal is young, debatably single, and has lived a life poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush darkness and it draws Luther to her.

He suddenly remembers desire.

Their flirting turns physical; lust turns to obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but they can think of nothing but the present. They don’t know how to stop, they only know they need to.

An urban myth tells that three days of abstinence will break the back of an addiction. They hole up together in a hotel for a long weekend.


Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day hump.




From the fun and frivolous to the poignant and deeply personal, this collection of flash and short erotic fiction has a little taste of everything. Tales of crossed paths and crossed lines; of fate and fancy; changes, chances and choices.

With flash stories boiled and brewed until only the essence remains, and longer works that simmer and spit, you’re sure to find something to tickle you right where you need it. And with author commentary before each story, you could call this the director’s cut!