Shopping Showdown

 

Free Story by Buffi Becraft

Shopping Showdown

“Adam!”

The furry jerk was in the house somewhere. Diana Ridley knew it. A combination of her empathic abilities and the new metaphysical connection she now possessed, gave her a lot of insight to the local werewolf pack. That and the scent of coffee she had not brewed wafted from the kitchen.

Besides, where else would a werewolf pack hang out, but at her house? Never mind that they hated to be referred to as werewolves. They were wolven, more powerful and among and socially superior to their were-cousins. At least, that was Adam Weis’s stand on the matter. Furry elitist jerk.

Diana stormed down the hallway leading to the kitchen. Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor, announcing her entry and her churning emotions. Her scent probably preceded her. By whatever means, the three men, muscled prime beefcake material were forwarned and watched her entrance in various states of wariness. Ha! She thought. They should be more than wary. Letting themselves into her house. Sucking down her good mail-order coffee.

Diana ignored the golden blond god and the African-American version of Adonis and slapped the crumbled letter in front of the alpha leader of the pack, the Canis Pater, Adam Weis. A sexy dimple emerged with his killer smile and Adam held out a mug. His pale blue, husky colored eyes met hers with a special warmth reserved especially for her. Her fingers itched to touch the white blond strands of hair that escaped the tie at the back of his neck and fell across a high cheekbone. Oooo. He was good and he knew it. The man was sexy. Diana tried unsuccessfully to smother the heat that unfurled in her belly. She narrowed her gaze and met his without flinching.

“Coffee, my sweet?”

“Don’t try to butter me up.” Adam grinned at her comeback, full of suggestion. Amusement danced in his eyes. She knew exactly where his male, one track mind was heading and headed him off before he tried to weasel his way out of this mess. “I mean it buster. You knew everyone thought we’d done that mate thing.” 

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Songs of the Sirens: Seduction by Piper Rowan!

Hello Everyone!

I'm thrilled to say that New Concepts Publishing has contracted Songs of the Sirens: Seduction, Book I in my erotic futuristic fantasy series.  The sirens in my series are a bit different from the sirens in mythology.  I had so much fun writing the first book and I am hard at work on the second in the series, tentatively titled Surrender. I'd also like to thank Tiffany for everything she's done!

Here is the blurb for Songs of the Sirens: Seduction along with a short excerpt!

A siren, two kings, two princes, and a slave....

 

For Serena Rivers, being a siren always seemed like a curse—until she was finally ready to indulge her sexual cravings. But will the five men she lusts over be able to handle it when she finally unleashes her powers and becomes a goddess of seduction, or will she be unable to bring peace to the planet of Sindara and its warring countries? 

Excerpt:

Serena inhaled the sweet air, fragrant with the native flowers and the scent of the sea.  A deep longing stirred within her and her eyes as if being commanded by another force, settled on the softly lapping waves that rolled against the beach.  She started when she saw movement out in the dark depths.  For one split second, she thought she’d seen a human head bobbing out of the water.
The moonlight sparkling against the water put her soul at ease.  She could easily swim in that water, despite the risk involved, it sang to her.  Folding her arms tightly across her chest, she shivered, as deep melancholy washed over her.
She gradually became drowsy enough that she had to leave the balcony.  Zander had taken his leave without a word to her, and in a way, she didn’t care.  She walked to the door and tested the handle.  Not surprisingly, it was locked.  Shrugging her shoulders, she walked back over to the bed, and collapsed wearily upon it.  She shouldn’t feel this lethargic not after the night of ecstasy she’d had, but dreamland beckoned to her, and she went without a struggle.
“Serena,” her name was softly whispered by a man whose voice she didn’t recognize.  She smiled and rolled over in the bed.  That same man touched her on the arm, and his light touch made her shiver with delight.  She slowly opened her eyes.  In the darkened room, she barely made out his silhouette next to the bed.  He was larger than both Chiron and Zander, and from the moonlight spilling into the room from the open balcony she could see that he had blue-black hair.  His eyes captivated her; they were the color of the sea and sparkled like diamonds.  In a way they had the same effervescent life her eyes possessed.  “Come with me, my water princess,” he said softly, his melodiously deep voice lulling her into submission.  She sat up, and tossed the sheets off her body.  Still wearing the robe, she put her feet on the floor, and gripped the strong large hand he offered to her.  It felt cold and also a bit wet.  Still believing it was a dream, she followed him to the balcony.  He levitated them up into the air, and together they rode the wind out to sea.  As the sea spritzed up onto her face, she became fully alert.  Her eyes opened wide, and she struggled to pull away from the man of the sea. 
He walked into the waves, and pulled her behind him.  “No, you don’t understand,” she said desperately, fear slicing through her heart, “my kind doesn’t live under the sea!  I’m not a mermaid!”  Her fierce protestations were cut off as he pulled her beneath the depths, and she lost consciousness.

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ALPHA WORSHIP PART 2--A man has been made!

Hi all!

I hope everyone enjoyed their winter holidays!

Last month, I asked for opinions relating to Sten from ALPHA WORSHIP PART 2 and I appreciate all the comments.  But the majority has spoken--

Sten will be a doppelganger with less hair (LOL Nay Nay) and plenty of tattoos!

So, again, thank you all for your input!   And because I'm shameless, don't forget to read ALPHA WORSHIP PART 1 available from New Concepts Publishing.  http://newconceptspublishing.com/erin-dameron-hill/alpha-worship/

If you still can't get enough werewolf action, EDGE OF REALITY: HOOD has just been released!

 
http://newconceptspublishing.com/erin-dameron-hill/edge-of-reality-hood/

In EDGE OF REALITY: HOOD, Jane finds herself face to face with a big, bad wolf who yearns to devour her!  Her husband, Axe Huntsman, tells her to be wary of wolves but Jane is tempted by the erotic devil she meets in the woods and she can't help but to fall prey to his delicious body!  But can Jane find her way back home before the wolf literally eats her alive?

Sincerely,

Erin Dameron-Hill

Tracy St. John's Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy Now Available

Escort Brandilynn Payson is shocked to discover she’s dead.  Even worse, she’s the latest victim of the Fulton Falls Ripper, a vampire serial killer.  Being deceased is no obstacle for fun however, and Brandilynn quickly proves she’s the life of the after-death party.  But her killer is still on her trail, and she learns there are worse things than death to worry about.

RATING: Carnal/Erotica.  Mild BDSM, multiple sexual partners. 

Genre: Paranormal Romance. 

Excerpt:

"Damn – darn it Brandilynn, I’m not one to be sitting in judgment over you.  I’m just trying to figure out what makes you tick.”

And there it was, the cocktail that turns me giddy every time.  Concern mixed liberally with strength.  Dang him. 

I sighed, knowing I’d lost this battle.  I adjusted his collar and smoothed his rumpled hair.  “I can tell you a sad story about how my parents wouldn’t let me live my own life until I’d do anything to escape them.  How they withheld love when I didn’t do things their way.  I can put on my pathetic face and cry over the fiancée who broke off our engagement as soon as I let him in my pants.  No doubt those issues had a hand in making me who I am, but let’s be honest shall we?  After all, I’m dead and there’s no point in lying about my life.”

Dan eased his grip on my shoulders and rubbed up and down my arms.  His voice a soft rumble, he said, “There’s nothing wrong with honesty.”

I smiled, unable to help myself.  Dan was just too yummy to stay mad at.  “Fine then.  First thing.  I don’t trust men, not enough to hitch my cart up to one for a long period of time.  I got burned bad, and I can’t make myself feel better about it.  Second point; I love sex.  Especially kinky sex.  It feels good with the right guy and I’m not going to apologize for wanting to do it or making a few bucks doing what I enjoy.”

Dan nodded.  He didn’t look disgusted.  He was dealing with the worst of me.  Gold stars for him.  “Third point?”

“I don’t like cussing because the world’s ugly enough without unnecessary vulgarity.  Pussy and cock are fine when we’re in the bedroom, but the rest is just plain unattractive talk.”  When he opened his mouth, I pointed a finger in warning.  “I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense to you.  It makes sense to me.”

“Fair enough,” he drawled.  No humor marred his expression.  He took me seriously.  More stars.  “Fourth?”

“I like watching people who put on a show.  I like putting on a show myself.  What I don’t like is seeing what should be private business, especially when it’s creepy vampire business.”

There.  I had answered everything he asked.  It was up to him to decide what to do with it.

            Dan took his time doing that, still rubbing my bare arms with his big, strong, calloused hands.  Jeez, I loved the feeling of his hands on me.  Despite my best efforts, I was falling into sensual stupidity, wanting to discard my dress and bare every inch to that rough touch.  

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I LIED!

It's not everyday that I tell a fib, but I told one!  I didn't realize it would only take Amazon 5 hours to publish Dark Desires!  That's crazy fast!  But it's also very good news!  It's available now for only .99 cents!  Woot!

I love NCP, but I write fast and I needed to get my tales out there to you!  After all, I don't write for anyone else but you!

 


Excerpt:

Julia moaned softly as a deep breath escaped her delicate lips.  Merrick’s eyes returned to their usual place, watching her.  He watched her chest rise and fall with each tender inhale.  He watched her pulse push against her skin like a butterfly desperately wanting to escape a net.  Her fingers twitched as a small hint of restored magic began to seep from the tips.  The blue smoke that was her calling card was making an appearance.  It began as a shadow, a whisper of former glory and then it just disappeared.  Her hand closed into a fist and she continued to sleep.

Merrick hadn’t released his hold on her.  He kept her close, close to the cold armor that protected him from her.  Sometimes he thought he understood what it would be like to be a prisoner because his armor kept him caged.  He wondered if those on the outside ever took for granted the tender touch from a lover or just a touch in general.

His gaze fell onto her black locks that flowed over the bright white pillow and he sighed.  He adored her hair and when she pulled it behind her neck earlier, he had almost lost control.  He knew that whenever she revealed her long, lean neck, he would go crazy.  He wanted to kiss her where her neck met her collar bone in that small triangular area.  It called to him.

He took another deep breath as he watched her like he had done so many times before.   She swallowed and he watched her muscles slide down her neck rolling as if something otherworldly remained hidden just under the surface.  It was then that he released her from his tight hold and ignored every teaching and every rule that had been pounded into his mind since childhood.

Merrick slid off his gray iron gauntlet and laid it gently on the floor.  He pulled off the brown leather glove that kept the metal from his skin.  For a moment, he merely relished in the freedom of air touching his skin during waking hours but that moment disappeared in a flash as his fingers danced toward Julia’s hair. 

He had to touch her.  If no one saw him, then he wasn’t really breaking any rules.  After all, it was only a touch.  Nothing more.  He needed to know how silky her hair truly was, how smooth her skin was, and what it would be like to feel close with someone.

I hope you enjoy the back story on Merrick and Julia.  You will see them again in the third/fourth installment of Dior entitled, Dior: Dreamscape and Dior: Spawn.

Sincerely,

Erin Dameron-Hill

Cover art for Dark Desires has arrived!

Coming in January!

Woohoo!  The cover art for my January release, Dark Desires, is here!  I absolutely love what my cover artist, Alicia Calmes did!  She is very talented!  You can see more of her work here (click here for link)

My newest fantasy love bite, Dark Desires, is an 11,002 word short story intent on desire, corruption, and temptation.

Merrick is a Blood Keeper, a knight sworn to vows of chastity, dedicated to the Creator, and protector of the commoners.  His only duty in life is to watch a powerful Mage, Julia.  He is meant to keep her power in check, to make sure her magic doesn't spill onto innocent bystanders.  Magic is extremely dangerous and must always be confined.  But constantly trolling her moves has put him in an awkward situation, he has fallen in love with her.  Love between a Blood Keeper and a Mage is strictly forbidden.  Love, in any form, is off limits for a Blood Keeper.  Blood Keepers are virgins, married to the Creator so that they may serve only Him and never their primal urges.

All things change...when there is a purpose and Merrick's purpose becomes clear:  he must touch the forbidden fruit that tempts him everyday.  She has wiggled her fingers deep inside his mind and he can't seem to shake her.  He loves her and he acts on that one thought.

Filled with intense longing, Dark Desires is an erotic, romantic fantasy that takes the reader to a whole new world of passion.

Writing and the Holidays

Although the holidays are a time for out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye glimpses of unparalleled joy, the doling out of heartfelt kindness, soul-searching contemplation and subtle blessings that steal your breath like a lover's kiss, they also include more than a few moments of heart-pounding stress, a clock that runs without any knowledge of the mechanics of actual time-keeping, a glance out the window that shows you all the neighbors have completed THEIR decorations, but yours are still snug in various boxes tucked away in the attic, and the unnerving perception that Christmas will be better next year, even before it has arrived.

Little wonder, then, (at least on my part) that my attempts at writing have resulted in a phrase or two representing my manic state, followed by extreme agita and no further writing whatsoever. This blog, in fact, is the most writing I've completed with any success in the past three weeks. For all of my failure at being productive, however, I have found a certain peace this holiday season, and a recognition that there are more important things than...well, than me, and what I want. The world goes on, without the written word of this writer. And in that world have been displays of the joy, the kindness, and the blessings mentioned at the opening of this post. Yes, the world is far from perfect, but there are wonderfully perfect parts of it and I have been privileged to be touched by them this holiday season. I hope you all have as well.

ALPHA WORSHIP PART 2

Hi all!

As many of you are aware, I haven't written anything in the past few months due to an irreversible condition that is both wonderful and terrifying--pregnancy.  My libido is non-existent, the exhaustion stifles creativity, the constant pain on my bladder makes me squirm every 15 minutes, and the need to eat biscuits and gravy topped with tomatoes is something fierce and totally weird! LOL  But underneath it all, there is this constant feeling of unconditional love stemming from my unborn child.  When I'm completely calm and quiet (which is rare, trust me) I can feel him/her fluttering and smiling.  Lately, I have been feeling that more and more and my unease is beginning to disappear.  So, as I shot straight up in bed in order to pee for the tenth time in 3 hours, I was smacked with a steady stream of creativity!
In my mind's eye, I wrote the entirety of ALPHA WORSHIP PART 2!  It's going to be bigger, badder, and more intense than the first!  ALPHA WORSHIP PART 2  will include stronger themes of BDSM, spanking, voyeurism, menage, and more icky gore!  Because really, what's a werewolf story without gore? LOL
Part 2 picks up immediately after the first.  We will still be following Stephanie and her constant need to be Beta of the pack.  The Alpha, Tyler, isn't convinced she is powerful enough to be his Second so he puts her through the gauntlet, literally!  Introducing Sten, a potent and strong Enforcer, Part 2 is sure to be more rough.  It will definitely be harder and faster.
Here's where I need your help!  As you know, Tyler is one primal looking man!  He has long dark braided hair, chest hair, arm hair--the man is hairy!  So, how should Sten look?  Should he be the complete opposite or perhaps the same, like a doppelganger?   You tell me!  You can leave comments in this post with your opinions or you can email me your preference:  edameronhill @ yahoo.com  (without the spaces).  I would really appreciate all your help!

Happy Holidays!

Holiday Fun!

Next Tuesday -- December 20th, A Very Demon Christmas, Demons Hunters I releases from Loose Id! To celebrate I'm giving away a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card. For a chance to win, mark you calendars to stop by my website: evannelorraine.com on the 20th leave a comment and you're entered to win!

Spreading the Christmas cheer one book at a time!

Old dog, new tricks.

Mating Net has been around for a while, but I came across this reading of the first chapter performed by Scott Merrill and illustrated by the talented ladies of GoddessFish, and I wondered whether you might enjoy listening to it.

I would have put it on the NCP website, but the .mov file was too large to email.

Winter Chat and Giveaway

We’ll be holding a winter chat on the NCP Network December 10^th at 7PM EST. If you aren't already a member, this is a great time to join us!
There will be prizes given away- including ‘door’ prizes. Prizes will include gift certificates, e-books, discount coupons, and more!
So far, the following authors are committed to joining us:

Skhye Moncrief (Who suggested the chat)
D. X. Luc
Kaitlyn O’Connor
Janet Lane Walters
Nicole Ash
J.J. Massa
Wend Petzler
Mary Eason
Gail Wolfe
Kate Hill
Buffie BeCraft-Woodall
Linda Parsons-Mills
Maggie Anderson
Cynthia Breeding

Fiona Neal

Justus Roux

Kathryn R. Blake
Connie Keenan
Allie Harrison
Myra Nour
Shauna Hart
Angelia Whiting
Joan Early
Jane Toombs
Laura Hunsaker
Wendy Tardieu

Where does your interest lie?

One of the first things in a child’s life is the sound of music. From Mommy softly humming lullabies to the baby in her womb, to the background noise of the radio. Music is an ingrained part of a person’s life, one most people don’t even think about, because it has always been there.

Because of my heritage, music seems to be a part of my very soul just like writing is what I was meant to do. I can’t help humming along to a soft tone or stay still during a great dance song. A hundred years ago I would have been the first to start the dance around the fire.
So, I took my love of music and added it to two dreams of mine, one which had came true when my work was published and in one dream that hadn’t.

One afternoon I was waiting for my son at an appointment, scribbling in my notebook when someone asked me what I was working on. During the conversation, I was asked why I became a writer and I answered without thinking, startling myself with my own answer.
I was always fascinated by fighter planes, so in high school I talked to an Air Force about joining their branch of the military and becoming a fighter pilot. When the recruiter learned I had asthma, he instantly shot me down.

“I’m sorry. Your lungs wouldn’t be able to withstand the high G’s, so you could never be a pilot.”

When the other parent in the waiting room asked me why I started writing sci-fi type stuff, I simply stated. “If I can’t fly fighter planes, at least I can write about them.” Yeah, it was a shocking revelation to me too.

And that is what I did with my book Talkers. I took mechanics I had learned from family members and my dream of flying and mixed them to make my main female character, Shayle an aviation mechanic. Next, I took my deep love of music and created the sexy young singer with a past, Ritter. Together, they go on tour and create beautiful music neither of them ever expected.

Over the summer I teased my readers with the free read Talkers. If you haven’t read it yet, you still can at- http://newconceptspublishing.com/debra-a.-soles/talkers/ . It was an excerpt from the novel I was currently working on. Finally I have finished my epic novel length story, and the completed Talkers will be out soon. In honor of us being in the publishing process, I’d like to ask each reader a question.

What interest of yours is so important, such a part of you that you would love to read about? Or to some of the other wonderful NCP writers. What special interest have you written about or plan to in the future?

Happy Reading, Debra A. Soles