Day 27 – 30 Days of Christmas

As we wind down toward the last day of this giveaway, I do have a few special treats in store for you. Today is one of those treats. Today’s book is by Jennifer Leeland, who, if you’re a fan of my writing, you know her to be the catalyst for me getting published. Jen’s the one who prodded me on my blog Sunlight Sucks to send my work to a publisher and lo and behold, she was right! They liked me! So you can totally say she discovered me. *wink*

It’s my great privilege and pleasure to have Jen and her latest release on my blog today. If you’ve never read her books, you need to. She has just the right combination of sexy and suspense and sci fi to make me all shivery.

Thanks, Lex, for having me here at your 30 Days of Christmas.  It’s always a blast and definitely a privilege.

Christmas is definitely my favorite time of year and in our house Christmas starts about October 31 with “A Christmas Story” (and the infamous lamp) and Christmas music.   Now that we’re so close to the Big Day, we come to the most important pre-day before Christmas that no one–not even the biggest Scrooge can avoid.

Grocery shopping.

You know what I mean.  It’s that moment, a day or two before Christmas, when you realize you need milk or more eggs or coffee.   And you also realize that the grocery store is filled with people like me who have a ton of people coming over and need to empty the store and their pockets to put on Christmas dinner. The next thing you know, you’re standing in front of the grocery store with sweaty palms and resignation, wishing you had a magic lamp to rub so you could just conjure your one small item without waiting in the express line.

But no genie can rescue you from the insanity.  The doors slide open and you’re instantly hit with the frantic anxiety of a million people trying to make sure they get that can of pumpkin, that bag of flour and that jar of mincemeat.  The crazy is everywhere.  The employees are just as crazy with their own shopping deferred as they ring up basket after basket.  Even the corner market doesn’t escape this horror as the woman in floury sweats and the man with the six pack of Pale Ale rush to the line to purchase whatever they forgot to get at the bigger stores.

There’s no getting away from it.  Oh, you can try.  You can load up your freezer with pot pies and swear to drink only water as you wait for the crazy people to dissipate.  But it will happen.  Something, some odd twist of fate, will drive you to the nearest market with your debit card and a prayer that this time you might escape unscathed.  It’s inevitable that we will be bombarded with Christmas music piped through speakers, accompanying our frantic search for band-aides, creamer or toilet paper.

So, every year, I do the same thing.  I resolve to enjoy myself.

If I have to go to the store to purchase hundreds of dollars in food and supplies, I’m going to crack jokes, smile at other people and generally make the experience bearable.  Let’s face it.  There are times when slogging through the pre-Christmas stuff is much like going through a bank robbery.  You get your pocket picked and it definitely feels like there’s a gun to your head.

When you go to the store this season and there’s some goofy chick with an overflowing cart smiling at you, she could just be making the best of it.  We’re all in this together.  We can’t escape it.  Whether you’re a guy who is running out on Christmas Eve to get someone a bottle of wine as a present or a stressed out hostess who ran out of butter, we are fellow suffers to the same thing.  The only way to survive is solidarity my friends.

May your trips to the grocery stores be quick and painless and your Christmas be filled with warmth and love.  And may we all remember that it’s the little things that can give us joy.

Since I love Christmas, it shouldn’t surprise you that I have a Christmas book out.  I’ve written a “Marked” book set at Christmas time called “Marked For Surrender”.  Lex will choose one winner for a copy of this book.

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Blurb:

When Zevon and Christophe are accused of being traitors to Nylar, they both believe the truth will come out and justice will prevail. But the Blueshift Brotherhood has targeted them and the two men end up with the Nyral Mistresses to be broken. Hope seems gone for the two lovers and they come face to face with their inner secrets when they face the most infamous Mistress of all: the Ball Breaker.

Mistress Andia Cyrus has broken thousands of criminals, turning dominant men into slaves. The two men she’s handed this time, however, are not the usual type she’s used to. They seem to be innocent, for one thing. For another, they’re in love. And for another, she’s starting to fall for them. She begins to dig deeper and soon finds a Blueshift Brotherhood assassin on her tail.

Fate seems to drag them together and Andia, Christophe and Zevon discover they can only survive if they are marked for surrender.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, BDSM them and elements (including Domination/submission), male/male sexual practices, menage (m/f/m, m/m/f).

I have to read this one! I love the Marked series. And you will too if you win this book! So leave comments. You have until midnight Pacific time to get your comment on this post! Happy Holidays!

New Breed of Biter

Today for Wicked Wednesday, J. Paulette Forshey gives us a taste of her vampires…

I lay in my bed tossing and turning, and then grabbed a pillow from behind my head, punched it, bunched it and flopped back on it. Restlessness crawled over my flesh, and a growing feeling gnawed at me that my life was stagnate, a piece missing, a void that need filled. Lying between the covers, staring at the ceiling, blessedly the deep shadows in the room reached out to wrap me in their inky blackness and I slept. That’s when they, the Tarczals, came and whispered in my ear.

For the next few nights, I eagerly waited for bedtime hoping the Tarczals would introduced me to more of their world, entrust me with a new piece of their lives and history. They were patient but then when you have a life span of 1,500 years you can afford some tolerance to others. On the last morning of their visit, I awoke and began to write the Tarczals story. Writing and writing until every sentence became part of a life I’d come to know better than my own. The Tarczal Alliance is their first book; I hope you enjoy meeting a new breed of vampire as much as I have called Tarczal.

Excerpt from The Tarczal Alliance :

The woman’s fleeting inspection caused Logan to pause and suppress the grin threatening to creep across his face. The last time a woman caused him to lose restraint was ninety years ago. An intriguing, yet disturbing revelation, since that was when he’d sworn off relationships.

“You disagree the painting is showy?” He turned the subject back to the painting, and with practiced ease, he returned what he surmised was a compliment from the flush blooming on her cheeks. He indulged himself by allowing his gaze to rake over her. A whine like a mosquito’s settled in his ears.

“The artist captured Kandinsky’s style completely,” she sputtered. Logan didn’t give a damn about the painting or the artist. He wondered if the large, dark purple sweater that hung mid-thigh on her was an attempt to hide her body. If that was her goal, the tight black stretch pants, and thigh-high ebony suede boots were a poor choice. Any movement pulled the sweater tight like a second skin over her compact, lithe body.

“Absolutely. He copied a style. You wouldn’t have, Ms?” She fidgeted, and the movement caused the sweater to pull snug over her breasts making them stand out like ripened fruit and accented her flat stomach. Nice. Bet that stomach quivers when a tongue is run over it. Wonder what she’d do with a tongue in her belly button? She’s probably a giggler. He licked his lips. And a squirmer. It was apparent she had no idea what she did to him. He didn’t mind. Several parts of his anatomy were already stirring in response. Her front equaled the heart-shaped derriere he’d seen earlier while she browsed the competition.

“Weston. Allyson Weston. How did you know I paint?” The tiny frown across her brow made him want to laugh. So this was the estranged wife of his latest hire, Michael Weston. During the job interview Michael had constantly moaned and bitched about his soon-to-be-ex-wife. Guess Michael didn’t grasp he’d let go of an extraordinary woman. Logan let his gaze travel down to her legs, dancer’s legs, long and well-defined. Legs any man would enjoy wrapped around him.

Smoothly, Logan reached down, slipping his hand under hers bringing both up to eye level. “You have paint under your nails.” His thumb brushed the skin of her knuckles.

Oooh, very hot Paulette! Thank you so much for coming by and sharing your new breed of vampire with us! Paulette’s book was just released last week at Whispers Publishing so if you want to read it, click the link and head on over to the publisher!

Have a great Wednesday everyone!

The Dark Protectors

Today’s Wicked Wednesday guest blogger is author Rebecca Zanetti. She has some hot vampires coming out soon and has a slightly different take on the undead blood suckers…

I want to thank Lex for having me on her blog today – I always enjoy reading the posts here!  I’ve been thinking about vampires.  (Yeah, I know that’s a stretch).  But what’s the deal?  Why do we like them so much?

I truly think the fascination has something to do with the singular nature of the vamp.  I mean, shifters have to actually change to let the animal within them out.  But not vampires.  The animal is right there, always willing to go.  In fact, I’d go a step farther and say the vampire is the animal who has to balance a strong intelligence and sense of humanity within his own nature.  Not in spite of it.  Not in contrast with it.  But with it.  And make no mistake; he’s balancing instinct with nature because he chooses to. Thank goodness.

Why is this cool?  I think it’s because you have a strong, intelligent animal who has to fight his own baser instincts to be good.  Or some sense of good.  Let’s be honest, some vampires have a sense of good that’s so nicely bad.  There’s a darkness lurking in all of us, and vampires embody that.  They’re sexy; they drink blood for goodness sakes.  And as dark as they are, they’re immortal.

So as writers, why in the world do we torture them so?  Because they’re they ultimate bad boy and hey, those guys need a reason to be bad.  Or we need a reason to still want them in spite of their badness.  And there’s always that hint…that possibility that the animal will take over.

I have a series coming out from Kensington called “The Dark Protectors.”  It’s a paranormal series featuring vampires, shifters and witches.  The vampires are all male, and have been the strongest beings on earth since the beginning.  But biological warfare has hit their society in a form of a virus that attacks their mates.  The first book, FATED, will be released in February.

FATED features Talen Kayrs, the strategic leader of the vampire world, and his mate Cara, a single mother who’s a scientist and has no time or patience for an alpha male who bites.  One night leads to a marking, mating and sexual taming that will either bind them in strength or destroy them before the virus can.  To find out more, hop on over to my website:  http://rebeccazanetti.com/

So, let me ask you…why do you like vampires?

Fated

Rebecca Zanetti

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Excerpt:

Slowly, Talen pushed to his feet and strolled across the conference room.

Cara took a step back, her breath hitching.

Smiling, he leaned against the closed door.

She’d need to go through him to get out.  God, he was huge.  Even if she had known how to fight, she doubted she’d stand a chance when faced with such size and obvious strength.  A feminine fear and a flutter she refused to identify whispered through her, and her spine straightened with a sharp snap.

“I won’t hurt you.” His voice lowered, deepening to a tone that increased her flutter.  He relaxed his stance against the door, his muscled arms crossing.  “I won’t let anyone harm either of you.  Ever.”

Okay.  Fine.  He was too big for her to fight, but she did have a brain.  “Listen, Talen,” she kept her voice soft, soothing.  “It’s great your dating pool just opened up and all, but I’m not looking for—”

A dimple winked in his cheek, stopping her words.  She fought to keep her tone mild.  “Am I amusing you?”  Her chin lifted.

“Yes.”

“Why?”  She could even feel his amusement in the air, damn it.

“Your people.  I’ve never understood why you ignore fate.  She has her own plans.”

“Fate?”  He was throwing destiny at her?  Come on.

He nodded. “Fate.”

“Wow.  That’s poetic, Talen.”  Sarcasm replaced the softness.  “But there’s no way fate is involved here.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Prove it.”

“Okay.”  He lifted his right hand, palm out.  A crest, an intricate one, spread across his calloused skin.  Thick and black, a webbing of arcs together formed a knot with what might be an elaborate ‘K’ in the middle.

“A tattoo?” She quirked an eyebrow, wondered if he had other tats on that magnificent body.

“No.  A brand of sorts.  It appeared earlier after I took your arm.”

“A brand?”  She snorted.  “Bullshit.”

Talen shrugged.  “It’s true, Cara.  The Mark usually doesn’t appear until the mating act, but there are exceptions.”  Golden eyes pinned her.  “Our bond must be strong.”

“No.”

Talen lifted a shoulder.

Her mind rebelled at the physical evidence before her eyes.  “I said, no.  I choose to ignore your fate.”  How could the mark have appeared?  Conviction sat easily upon his face and her stomach rolled at the question of how far he’d go to follow his fate.

“That is your choice,” he agreed.

“Damn straight.”  She searched his face for a trick, determination tightening her own jaw.  A raised eyebrow met her glare.  “But you don’t know anything about me.  I could be married.”

“You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

He shrugged.  “My brother Dage shot your file to my smart phone.”

Smart phone?  Vampires used smart phones?  Come on.  “Where were you?”  Damn her curiosity.

“In a meeting with my other brother, Conn.”

Geez.  Sounded like a family oriented creature of the night.  Or day.  Or whatever.  She tried another tack.  “Besides, I have a date tonight.”

She wasn’t sure what her goal was, but she didn’t reach it.  A genuine smile played across his lips, and he uncrossed his arms.  “You’re not going to make it.”

Woah! That’s a great excerpt! I can’t wait for this series to come out. I have to read it! Many thanks to Rebecca for coming by to talk vampires with us. And her vampire Talen…oh, yeah. That’s some TVC there. 😉

Don’t forget to hop over to the Lex Valentine blog for today’s giveaway, Tartan Mate by Selena Illyria!


Have a great Wednesday!


Nightwalker

It’s Wicked Wednesday and author Rhonda Print is here to talk about her vampires and her book Nightwalker! Please give her a warm welcome!

So what does paranormal romance, vampires, shapeshifters and witches have to do with Christmas?

Let’s start with romance. Can there be a more passionate love than one that lasts an eternity? When the very reason you refrain from walking into the sunlight has to live with the fact that you survive on human blood and die at daybreak, yet loves to anyway? Isn’t that what love is all about? Loving each other in spite of our differences.

Christmas starts earlier every year. Decorations start popping up right after Halloween and canned holiday music fills the stores before you’ve carved the Thanksgiving turkey.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays! One of my three trees is already up and decorated. (Okay, so it’s a Charlie Brown Christmas tree that sits atop a table, but it still counts!) I love everything about the season; the midnight Black Friday shopping spree, the tangled lights, the noise, music and especially the movies. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation about sums it up for me!  😀 Christmas doesn’t officially start around my house until I’ve heard Bing Crosby sing White Christmas!

Yet amid all the chaos, sometimes you begin to think ‘Die Hard’ is the best holiday movie ever made. That’s when you realize it’s time to take a break! Its’ cold outside, (sometimes inside too) you have the holiday candles lying about and the fireplace cranked up. It’s a great time to grab a good book.

May I suggest Nightwalker, A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel?

Leah Wolfe has retired from serious police work in favor of seeking a normal life. Her unique, yet not fully discovered supernatural abilities allow her to speak to the souls of the dead, providing vital information in the search for their killers. Her abilities have also cost her almost everyone she has ever loved including her mother, who abandoned her to fend for herself on the streets, and, most recently, her ex-fiance Joaquin Wildhorse, Chief Detective of the Native American Reservation Police Department. But when Joaquin’s new lover is found brutally murdered on the reservation, he turns to Leah for help. The hunt for a vicious killer leads Leah to sexy Ian Nightwalker and Leah is unable to walk away from the case that may cost her her most guarded posession of all.

Her heart.

Cuddle up with a blanket and lose yourself for a little while. Trust me! You’ll be up and ready to face another green bean casserole and jello mold in no time!

Just remember to take some time for yourself this holiday season! Even ten minutes before bed with a good story can relieve that pesky holiday stress!

Allow me to tease your senses with a little bite of Nightwalker, A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel.

Excerpt:

Ian raised his eyebrows at the question, looking slightly amused. “Do you think I am a killer, Leah?”

I paused for a moment. Did I really think Ian was capable of doing that to anotherperson? God I hoped not. The energy emanating from him had always been serene. I was sitting close enough that I could smell the scent of his skin, feel the warmth of his body. I needed only to lean closer to… I cut off the thought.

Work. Focus Leah… Focus on work. Sure, that would pacify my hormones. Riight.

I took a deep breath, all the while Ian sat patiently, an impassive and slightly amused look on his face, one dimple glinting at the corner of his mouth. He had the calmest aura of anyone I’d ever encountered, even the constant chatter in my own head calmed when I was with him. Violence and fury, at least the kind of rage that was used to kill these women never really cooled, it stayed red hot, a constant glow. It was always boiling just below the surface of the person containing it, releasing its own feel of aura.

“No, Ian.” I felt the tension in my body ease. “I think you’re dangerous, but you’re not a killer.”

“I appreciate you actually considering the matter.” His tone let me know that he could be sarcastic, too. Point for him.

“Now that you know that I did not murder her, what avenue will you pursue?”

“I still have tons of questions about you, Ian.”

He spread his hands wide. “Ask away, my love.”

“Stop calling me that, it’s irritating as hell.”

“Again, my apologies. Can you, however, deny the attraction you feel toward me? I can feel your fascination.”

I felt myself immediately tense again. He was right, and worse, he knew it. I felt the attraction between us, too. The question was, should I give in to it or learn to shield like hell to keep him from sensing it.

Maybe both. While my hormones reminded me that I had not been with a man in months, months, my battered heart and head took control and reminded me why. Was my attraction to him simply a need that had been denied or was it truly him? It might have been fun to figure out the answer to that one. However, I didn’t know who or what he was.

Only one way to find out.

Buy NIGHTWALKER. Also Available for Kindle.

You can also read the prologue and first chapter free at the above links!

May your holiday season be blessed beyond your wildest expectations!

Ohhhh, that was a great excerpt! Thanks for coming by and sharing your vampires with us, Rhonda!

Have a great TVC Wednesday everyone!

Best Place to Bite

Today’s Wicked Wednesday guest is author Christa Paige. She’s talking about the best place to bite! Please give her a warm TVC welcome!

Where is the best, most sexy place for a vampire to bite?

As an author of paranormal romance novels featuring vampires, I have the added delight of writing biting scenes. While I spend most of the writing imagining the sensual effects of those nips and nibbles, I’ve found that there are biological aspects to incorporate, too.

When my hero is starving and in need of a rich blood source, he isn’t going to play around with benign spots on his female’s body. That, would be foreplay. This nourishment thing is dead-serious business and locating the spot he can sip from, while ensuring his lover receives pleasure is about strategy and tactics.

So, let’s examine a few of the places a hungry vamp can feed from and what the body’s physical reaction just might be.

The Old Stand-by:

Why is the throat where a vampire tends to drink?  It is well known that the neck and throat are full of sensitive erogenous zones. The spots run from the tender flesh below the ear all the way to the shoulder. When a vampire spends time kissing up and down the column the arousal begins to flood the bloodstream, whipping through the jugular vein and the carotid artery. As the fangs scrape across this area pushing with more pressure, touch is intensified. Eventually, the harder the bite the more the nerves will respond. It’s a great all around place for quick and easy access to feed from.

Covert and Concentrated:

Starting with the back of the knee and sweeping upward will end in a bouquet of suckling delights for any hungry vamp. Licking and sucking there in gentle sweeps brings a rush of fresh blood to warm the spot. As he works his way higher to the middle of her thigh, he can locate a variety of nerve receptors where his mouth titillates while he awaits the rich cells to travel through not one but three large veins. Right at the juncture of her leg and the feminine spot where her secrets reside, is the rushing femoral vein. It’s hidden in a most auspicious position but once accessed, never fails to increase her stimulation at the same time it surely satiates his appetite.

Something Totally Different:

What’s a vamp to do with his hunger and a foot fetish? Indulge it. There is a nice juicy artery that runs the length of the leg and loops around the foot ending near the ankle. This area is also full of many sensory receptors. Careful and deliberate touches should include kissing, tickling and massaging before any serious fang action can be applied. The more stimulating the touch, the better the blood flow which will be a benefit to both parties involved. In this location, the vampire needs to have advanced skills in biting. Unless there is a desire for pain and pleasure, he should take his time scoring her anywhere on her feet or ankle. Extra flicks of the tongue and nips will set the scene and increase her arousal.

Sensual Snacking:

So, now that he’s had his fill what about late-night snacking? Straight across the upper belly offers a smorgasbord of erogenous areas as well as blood sources. Dragging fangs across the sensitized skin always teases the senses there and increases her response to the touch. Alternating caresses with nibbles, kneading with tickling and increasing the strength of each nip can confuse the body’s natural response to the stimuli, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. As her body heats up, the tiny blood vessels running hither and yon will swell as the flow increases. Though, the arteries are much too deep for a rushing mouthful, sipping from his lover here gives him bite-sized snacks and bring them both an amazing amount of pleasure as well as drawing out the experience.

There are many other places a vampire can bite his host. Where is your favorite?

For a bonus, I thought I would share with you one of the biting scenes from my novella Bound By Deception, the first in the Blood-Vine series.

Driving need swamped him, curled in his gut demanding satiation. His control splintered and primal instinct took over.

“Dimitri, now. Do it now,” Anna insisted as she grasped his shoulders, hauled him down to her.

Holding her in a tight embrace, he latched onto her throat. In one swift motion, his fangs scored through her skin. Warm, sweet blood hit his tongue. The first long pull blasted his senses; he was utterly unprepared for her taste. Like a rich brandy, headier than wine, it was everything he desired.

Christa

Hmmm a foot bite… Interesting. To find out more about Christa and her vampires check out her website. Thanks for coming by, Christa!

Don’t forget the big book giveaway on the Lex Valentine blog. Today’s book is a print book from Regina Carlysle. Have a great Wednesday!