Vixen Claimed by Shyla Colt

Leave a comment telling Shyla what you like to see in your Menage’s for a chance to win a copy of Vixen Claimed on release day. ~Nikki

A pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it’s the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens. Devlin, Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes, and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love. In Vixen Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.
Blurb
When Devlin’s car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.
Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.
Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she’s his best friend’s ex.
Excerpt
Teaser
“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”
“No I am—very attracted.”
He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.
“Wow.”
“I second that, dear.”
“I want to do it again.”
Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.
“This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.
“Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.
“Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.
“Look at how wet she is for us, Trist.”
She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.
“You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.
“Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. One minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.
“Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.
“We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”
“Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.
“Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.
“Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.
“I-I can’t,” she huffed.
“You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.
“I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again. 
“I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick? 
“Shit, yes.”
“Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”
“Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”
“Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.
“You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.
“Yes.”
She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.
“You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Vixen claimed release on Jan. 18th and can be bought at Evernight Publishing , Amazon, All Romance E Reader, and Book strand.
Want to know more about Shyla and her work ? You can find her at www.shylacolt.com.
Twitter: @shylacolt
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12 Days of Xanthus by Shlya Colt 12-20-12

12 Days of Xanthus Looking for a shortie that will get you in the mood for giving, make you fan your face and take you on adventure out of this world? Look no further.



Shyla will be giving away a ecopy of the book to one lucky commenter who comments and leaves their email address!  Good Luck!


Blurb

Burned out from work and failed relationships, Violet O’Shea is in need of a break. A few weeks at the family cabin seemed like the cure all. Until a tan warrior built like a Viking crash lands his spaceship and ends up on her front porch.



Xanthus has twelve days until his slave bands become inactive and freedom is gained from the Amazon queen he serves. After a life of being used for the pheromones that incite sexual pleasure Xanthus is amazed by the woman committed to helping him. Can he convince her their bond is more than a chemical response?

Excerpt

“Do not be afraid, mistress. I only seek shelter for the next twelve days.”

“Then what happens?” she asked.

“Then the tracking device on my bands will be rendered ineffective.”

He held up his arms and the fire glinted off the black bands.

This is really happening.

She opened her mouth to speak, and a throaty purr came out instead. Horrified by her behavior, she gasped.

“It’s not your fault, Mistress,” Xanthus whispered, his dark eyes sad. Her anxiety skyrocketed.

“It’s the hormones.”

“I don’t care if you’ve got a keen sense of smell, or not, Spock. That’s rude.”

“Not your hormones, Mistress, mine. It’s why the strongest of the Xanths are harvested to mate with the Zenths. Our glands secret something similar to what your people refer to as an aphrodisiac.”

“This cannot be happening,” she whispered. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

“Is it hot in here to you?” she asked.

“Please let me ease the ache, Mistress. It will only continue to worsen until I do.”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

 She gritted her teeth and slowly counted to ten. She sat next to an alien who secreted some super scent that made her want to jump his bones. She licked her suddenly dry lips and whimpered when her nipples hardened and her breast grew heavy. Stiff points pressed against the silky material of her bra, creating a delicious sensation that spiraled through her body. A pulse began at her core and her clitoris filled with blood. She wrapped her fingers around the side of the chair and fought against the impulse to rub her thighs together. Her breath came in pants. Desire became a never ending wave that pounded her body over and over until her panties were soaked with her dew, and her body shook from the effort it took her not to move.

“Please, Mistress. Allow me to relieve the tension. It will only become worse and I never intended to cause you pain.”

She glanced up and fell into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Her body felt heavy and drugged and she watched him approach her through hungry eyes. She wanted to taste every inch of his golden flesh. He pulled the shotgun from her limp fingers and set it on the ground beside her. Xanthus bent over and placed an arm on either side of her body. She inhaled, dragged his scent deep into her lungs. Her nostrils flared. He smelled like the air just before rain mixed with something exotic and mouth watering. Her hand touched the heated flesh of his chest. When had her hand moved? Violet glanced up at him and her vision blurred. She blinked and found his cheek pressed against her own. He nuzzled at her like a cat. The skin to skin contact kicked her sex drive into warp speed.

She turned her head to the left and captured his lips with her own. Xanthus tasted sinful, full bodied and sweet with a bite. His body tensed and he paused, his lips resting against hers without moving. Perhaps they didn’t kiss on Zenton. She thrust her tongue in between his full lips, determined to show him how kissing worked. Her hands curled and her fingers scraped along his chest. His mouth moved against hers, tentative and awkward. It was sweet in a way. For a brief moment, she wondered what the slaves did on his planet. Then he moaned and rational thought flew out the window when he responded. He went from shy to ravenous as he devoured her like a man lost in the dessert too long at a well. Violet had never felt passion like this. Xanthus hadn’t even touched her anywhere but her lips, and she was literally dripping. Her nectar ran from her pussy down to her upper thighs, soaking her blue jeans. They pulled apart for air and his skin once more caught her gaze. Perfection. She leaned in to lick a path around his pert nipple. The salty taste danced along her palette and she traced a slick path around his chest.

She continued to tease him; each pass she made with her tongue moved closer and closer to his nipple but never actually touched it. His muscles tensed. Sweat formed on his skin and she made her move. She paired a swift pinch of his left nipple with a gentle bite to his right. Xanthus jerked. His face flushed and his breathing grew rough as she persisted with her tongue torture. Violet ran her hands over every inch of his body she could reach, as she learned him and his reactions.

“I wish to pleasure you.” His voice rumbled in his chest. God, how could a man so subservient be so damned alluring at the same time? She’d unleashed an inner Dominatrix she hadn’t known existed. Something about those pheromones he produced loosed all her inhibitions.

“Mmhmm, I like the sound of that. Put a hurting on my pussy, Xanthus.”

A sound more akin to an animal then a man burst free and he leaned forward to take her swollen nipples into his mouth through her shirt and her bra. She sucked in breath between her teeth and arched. The wet heat he provided made her shiver. He sucked and nibbled as his hand massaged her opposite breast. Her fingers itched to hold on to something more than the hard underside of the chair. She freed them, buried them into his thick hair, and purred. The luxurious, silken strands felt heavenly. A shimmer in the air caught her eye. Her jaw fell open when she found herself nude in front of him. He’d put some kind of alien whammy on her clothing! She opened her mouth to protest when his hands stopped working their magic on her bare breast and moved down to spread her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees and dove in between her legs like a swimmer into a pool.

His tongue blazed a path between her wet lips once, twice, and then he flicked her swollen button and drove his stiff tongue into her tight entrance. She screamed as the penetration tossed her into a toe-curling, spine tingling completion. Light burst behind her lids. Her body went spastic as every nerve ending she had fired at one time. When she came to, he still lapped at her pussy. He looked up as if he sensed her eyes on him. His tongue paused in mid lick and he pulled back.

“What did you do to me?” Her voice was as shaky as her body.

“When I’m aroused, my glands secret a chemical that heightens my partner’s arousal.”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” The man was literally engineered for sex!

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t understand.”

He shook his head and she focused in on his face. His lips shone with her juices. Heat infused her face. What had she just allowed a complete stranger to do? No. Not just a stranger, an alien. She’d never had an after buzz killed so fast. She crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.

“You need to stop calling me Mistress. My name is Violet.”

“You would let me address you by the name given by your birth mates?”

“Yes, you came here to gain your freedom, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Then it’s time you stand up and take some of it back. I do not rule you in any way, Xanthus. I’ll help you hide away. I could never sit back and allow anyone to be taken back into slavery. But I have two things to ask. Keep your… body parts-” she gestured with her hand. “-to yourself, and please return my clothes from wherever you zapped them off to.”

He nodded and she felt the light weight of cloth and denim.

“The other wish I will not be able to grant, Mi-”

She glared and he paused.

“Violet.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are my Mistress, the connection has already been made; it can’t be taken back, unless I get a new Mistress.”

“Wait! Are you telling me this insatiable need for sexual contact will continue on indefinitely?”

“Yes, but it will lessen and soon the effects will only be felt when it’s time to be intimate.”

She sighed as she placed her hands on her head. “Before we get into this we need to get you something to wear. Maybe it’ll block some of that potent scent you have,” Violet said standing from the couch.


If you want to read more about Xanthus and Violet it will release Saturday the 22nd from Passion in Print Publishing.


You can find out more about Shyla Colt here www.shylacolt.com

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The Next Big Thing Blog Hop- November 28


I was invited by Louisa Bacio to join this blog hop and I have invited three more authors.  Please make sure to stop by her blog and show her some love as well.


Leave a comment for your chance to win a e-copy of Demon Mine!

Here are the questions—

What is the working title of your book? Demon Tempted (#2 in the Karmic Lusts Series)

Where did the idea come from for the book? It’s the second in the series and while I was writing the first the idea for a series came up.


What genre does your book fall under? Interracial Paranormal Erotic Romance


Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie? Hmm you know what not entirely sure. Clay Quinones is a hot Latin male and Eva Jackson is a beautiful bad girl that people loved to hate in the first book. Kerri Washington was the inspiration for Eva when I was writing and Franky G was my inspiration for Clay.


What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? Eve has been a bad, bad girl.


Will your book be self published or represented by an agency/publisher? It’s going to Evernight Publishing

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? I did it for NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. It’s from November 1-30. Challenged to write 50k in a month. I wrote the story in 25 days. It was tiring and grueling but I am proud to say the story is at 51,595 words. Demon Mine was only 24,570.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Ohh it’s hard for me to compare. I try not to do that. I’ll let the reader do the comparing when the time comes.


Who or What inspired you to write this book? The whole what if Eve was the bad girl instead of of Lilith.


What else about your book might interest the reader? Loads of fun action this time. And a lot hotter than the first book.


Please stop by these fantastic authors blogs!

Kim Carmichael

Shyla Colt


Lyndi Lamont


Demon Mine the first in the Karmic Lust series is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Allromancebooks, Bookstrand, and the Evernight Publishing site.

Blurb: Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life, and experience his love for Liliana Jackson, over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?


Mocha Kisses is a sweet and sexy erotic tale of a cougar getting her geek. You can find it at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

 Blurb: Two mocha lattes and a pact. Though a decade apart in age and from different ethnic backgrounds, will their mutual love of books and addiction to mocha lattes make for one evening of pleasure or something more for geeky Ronan and Meredith? Meri didn’t think Ronan was serious about their agreement to spend time together if both were single by her thirty-fifth birthday. After all, he was still seeing that redhead when they made the pact. Ronan worried Meri would think him too young for the kind of commitment he wanted from her. Can one chocolate-drenched encounter overcome all their obstacles and concerns?

Cauldron of Tales is a five author anthology with my short story called Light of the Moon. It’s available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble

Blurbs: 

When five witches with wild imaginations get together, the pot boils over with trouble, romance, and sensuality.

In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace?

Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?

Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow’s curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to?

Alone for Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do anything for her…no matter how naughty.

A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?

Danica finds herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s tent?


Coming soon—Hot for the Teacher (Keith Publications), The Christmas Milf (Milf and Cookies Anthology from Hot Ink Press) and On Angel’s Wings (Evernight Publishing).

The Next Big Thing Challenge Week 12

Release date: 9-12-12! 

How this works: There are ten interview questions and I’ll answer these questions for Demon Mine and then tag five more authors who will then answer my ten questions and post on their blog. Special thanks to Tara Chevrestt for tagging me and you can check out her interview here.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? Zoe Saldana and Oded Fehr.  Both of them have a bit of darkness about them that I love.  They also have the look.

What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?   Can love survive the passage of time?

Will your book be self published or represented by an agency? Evernight Publishing

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? About two months, give or take.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Hmmm hard to say really.  It has paranormal elements, romantic elements, angels and demons, erotic elements…I would say it has something in it for everyone.

Who or what inspired you to write this book? A call for submission came out looking for a story on succubi in an erotic romance.  The muse and the characters had other ideas on how this story would be played out.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? I really think that if your looking for a wonderful happily ever after look no further. 🙂  Angels and Demons at play.

Thank you all for playing along with me.
I am tagging:
Shyla Colt
Dahlia DeWinters
Chacelyn Pierce
Savannah Chase

Guest blogger: Shyla Colt with newest book: Cursed

Please leave a comment with email if you want to be entered into the giveaway!

Hello All :Waves: First off I’d like to thank, Nikki for letting me stop by and chat to you all about my new release, Cursed due out on October first. This is my first in the Edgeworth Men series, and I’ll be doing a blog hop focused around the town the book is set in, Baxter. I’ll be giving away a prize every week, so be sure to comment to win.  

Good Luck, Shyla 

 Welcome to Baxter where everyone knows everyone’s name…. and their business. Deep in the heart of Mississippi this town has had a rash of broken heart’s caused by the Edgeworth boys, and rumor has it, it’s not their fault. Their great-great-great granpa got them in a heap of trouble when he bamboozled a local witch and jumped town with her money. Since then every man in the Edgeworth family has had crap luck in love. You’d think the towns women would stay clear of them but once they share that flirtatious wink, show those dimples, and turn on the charm … you’re sunk. Around here one of the most popular places for dining is, Hog Heaven. The BBQ is so good, it’ll make you smack your mama, and the atmosphere is casual, perfect for warding off those first date jitters. Come and see what part it played in Cursed for Avalyn, and Colton. Be sure to comment and win for a chance to win a Hog Heaven Gift set.

Summary
It’s common knowledge the Edgeworth men are unlucky in love.  Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiless moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s up to him to persuade the Voiles women to remove the curse.  He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn Voiles for himself.  Now he just needs to make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood…

Avalyn’s spent her whole life hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to be her perfect match.  Should she take a chance on love and risk history repeating itself?

Excerpt:

Fifteen minutes later, they were in front of Hog Heaven. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose up at the name and the apron-wearing pig with a chef’s hat that graced the giant sign in front of the tiny building. Smoke curled up from the back, and she guessed they had a smoker of some kind. 

“Now don’t let the tiny building or the name fool you. This is the best barbecue you will ever taste. The meat melts right off the bone, and it’s smoked to perfection and bursting with flavor.” Excitement filled his tone, and his face looked almost reverent. “The sauces range from tangy to sweet and hot to mild, so there’s sure to be one that’s just right for you.”

 “With a recommendation like that, I can’t wait to get in there.” 

“I hope you don’t mind eating with your hands, because that’s the only way to do it justice.”

 “I don’t have a problem with getting my hands dirty.” 

“Good to know,” he said. 

He led her inside, and she was amazed at the amount of people packed into the small space. The delectable scent that assaulted her nose the moment they entered took away all her doubts. Any place that smelled this good was sure to be a slice of heaven. There were brown picnic benches covered with red table cloths taking up every inch. On each table was a roll of paper towels and a metal basket filled with an array of sauces ranging from yellow to a ruby-red you couldn’t pay her to touch. She liked heat, but that looked downright deadly. Colton followed her line of sight and grinned. 

“That’s the devil’s brew. I don’t recommend it unless you’re into pain.” 

She laughed out loud as they entered the line of people waiting to grab a seat. It was obvious this was a popular place among the locals. “I’m gonna have to pass on that one.”

 “Smart girl.” 

They reached the end of the line and stood in front of the cash register. The meat was lined up and displayed on a carving station. She licked her lips and decided on the brisket plate with potato salad and an ice-cold sweet tea. No one produced sweet tea like the south, and she’d missed the sugary substance when they lived up North. It was served in a Mason jar with a healthy wedge of lemon. When they had piles of meaty goodness and sides on their plates, they chose a table toward the back, where it was less crowded.

 “We have nicer places here in Baxter, but I figured if I was supposed to be showing you the town, local, home-cooked cuisine would be a better fit.”

 “If it tastes half as good as it smells, this place will have a new regular.” 

He chuckled, and a lapse in the conversation came as they prepared their food. She went with the hickory brown sugar sauce on her brisket. The meat was tender and moist, and combined with the sauce, it had her closing her eyes and moaning. The smoky meat’s sweet flavor was downright orgasmic. She could feel the calories piling on top of each other. She opened her eyes and found Colton’s gaze fixed on her. Heat blossomed in her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. 

“What?”

 “Nothing. I like a woman who can eat.”

 She smirked. “I’m southern. I thought enjoying fatty foods was a requirement of girls raised in the south. ” 

“You’d be surprised.”

 Her head filled with thoughts of waif women who munched on salad and sipped on water with lemon. She suppressed a shudder. That was no way to live. She was a meat and potatoes kind of girl and liked her curves, thank you very much. She was proud of the bodacious Voiles butt and child-bearing hips she’d inherited. Unlike some, she was fortunate to have strong women in her life who taught her to buck tradition and love her form and her being for what it was. Because of all the people in the world, there was only one Avalyn Rae Voiles, and no one could do her better. 

The eye roll that accompanied Colton’s statement earned him a few more brownie points. She liked what she saw so far, but she needed to test the waters. 

Fifteen minutes later, their plates were clear and she was taking a blind leap. 

“So, I heard the local woods here are haunted. Is there any truth to that?” She took a giant gulp of sweet tea to bolster her courage and glanced up. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“I’ve never seen anything suspicious there myself, but if you ask me, there are supernatural beings out there living among us. 

 She arched an eyebrow. “That’s smart thinking.”

 “Well, I was top in my class.” 

She laughed and relaxed. Well, he was open-minded at least. That was a start. 

“Why? Do you have experiences with ghosts you feel like sharing?” 

“Maybe?” She glanced up and cast a sly smile in his direction. 

“A women of mystery, huh? I can respect that.” 

His voice washed over her like liquor. The rich tone danced along her nerves, making her nipples harden and her thighs tingle. He made her want to forget her raising and head home with him for a night of smex. Better than your average lay, smex was a nasty, dirty, no-holds-barred ride to completion. He had bigger than average feet. She knew because she’d looked. It had her mind drifting to thoughts of what those thick, calloused fingers of his would feel like over her flesh. Avalyn shifted in her seat as her mind began to fill with images totally inappropriate for the dinner table. She was a woman in the middle of a draught so long she could barely remember what it felt like to be full of a stiff cock. She licked her lips and tried not to leer as she focused on the conversation once more. A quick romp was something she could’ve had years ago. What she wanted involved rings and vows, or at the least a long term commitment. 

“So what brings you to Baxter? It’s not a city people flock to. It’s more of a town you grow up in and never leave.”

 “You don’t like it here?” 

“No, I love it. This place has spoiled me for living anywhere else. We’re a hidden jewel. I think the hidden part is why we remain unchanged by outside influence.”

 “My family is originally from here, but we branched out a few decades back to live a couple states over. My gran and my mom suddenly got the itch to rediscover our roots. The next thing I know, we’re headed back to the original Voiles homestead and buying a space out on Main Street for the store. Not that I minded really. I was tired of life in the city, and smaller towns tend to look on what we do with a kinder eye.” 

“What’s that?” he asked. 

“Make things from scratch and do our best to heal people. Maybe make this world a better place one person at a time.” She shrugged, embarrassed by her rant. 

“I like that,” he said. A soft smile curved his cupid bow’s pink lips, and she felt herself melt just a little more. “Lord knows the world’s got enough negativity in it.”

 “I like you more and more with every word you speak. That’s a rare gift you should share with the rest of your brethren.” 

His cheeks reddened, and she swore she saw panic in his widened eyes. “My brethren.” 

“Yes, men. They tend to put their feet in their mouths at least seventy-five-percent of the time.” 

“Oh, them.” He laughed, but it sounded thin and reedy. It was obviously forced. Avalyn wanted to ask him what he’d thought she meant, but she didn’t want to ruin the wonderful report they had going because of a silly, misunderstanding. 

“As much as I’d like to speak for my entire sex, I’m going to have to decline. I can’t even get my younger brothers to listen to me. Forget the entire world.”

 She laughed. “How many brothers do you have?” 

“Two. Too many.” 

“Come on, you don’t mean that, do you?”

 “Most of the time, no. Sometimes…” He trailed off and shrugged. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?” 

 “No. Despite how many times I asked my mother to give me a brother for Christmas, it never happened.”

 He sniggered and shook his head. 

She glanced down at her watch and sighed. “I’m enjoying this, but I need to head back to the shop soon.” 

“I understand how it is when you own your own business. I’ll go settle the bill.” 

She opened her mouth only to clamp it shut when he shot her a glare.

 “Don’t you dare spout any Yankee nonsense about splitting the cost. I asked you out, and you accepted, so I’m paying.”

 “Yes sir.” She gave a mock salute. 
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 I hope you enjoyed that glimpse into , Cursed. 

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Guest Blogger Shyla Colt’s coming release!

Please everyone welcome my friend and fellow Author Shyla Colt!  Shyla is here giving us a blurb and an excerpt of her new release set for 7/23/2012



Blurb


Does the heart every truly forget who it’s loved?


Oliver Young has been a mess since he lost his wife, Hannah, two years
ago. The memory of the woman continues to haunt him as he moves
mechanically through life. A chance encounter at a coffee shop on the
anniversary of his wife’s death, changes all of that. Juniper Bloom,
“Juni,” has an amazing aura that draws him in like a moth to a flame.
His heart recognizes her as a kindred spirit, and he clutches onto her
youth and vitality like a lifeline as he rediscovers what it means to
truly live and love again. But will Juni remain with him when she
discovers the truth about his wife’s’ death?


Juni Bloom is a woman with a hidden past. A near death experience has
given her a new lease on life and the ability to always look on the
brighter side of things. From the moment she meets Oliver, she knows
he’s the man she’s been waiting for her entire life. Now she just
needs to convince him, and when she finds herself acting out of
character, she blames it on being lovesick. She has no idea a
malevolent force is at work, waiting for the opportunity to rip her
and Oliver apart.

Excerpt~
Juniper was amazed at the reverence Oliver paid her scar. It was as if he was determined to heal her from the outside in. When the shirt cleared her head she reached down to bury her fingers in his silken hair and arched her back to allow him more access.  He reached around to unhook her bra like a pro and she trembled as he laid her down across the couch. 

“I want to taste you, Juni.”  His words were gruff, and she felt her face heat as she propped up on her elbows to glance down at him.

“No one’s ever done that before,” she said.

“They didn’t know what they were missing.”

“Actually, I think they were terrified of giving me a heart attack.” 

His eyed filled with understanding as he unbuttoned her pants.

“Makes it easier for me to spoil you for any other man. Now be a good girl and lift your hips.”

Her heart thudded in her ears as she watched him peel off her pants and move between her legs. He reminded her of a panther. His body was lithe and toned and his movements were full of purpose. She felt stalked. He glanced up and pierced her with those jade green eyes and she was incapable of looking away as he lowered his face to her sky blue boy shorts. He purred as he inhaled deeply.

“You smell good, Juniper.” He traced down the seam of her lips and pulled her damp underwear between the lips of her pussy. “You’re so wet; you soaked through your panties.”   She cried out at the friction he created as he rubbed them against her sensitive clit.

“That’s it, baby, drip for me.”  Her hips moved with the rhythm he created as her tiny nub became engorged with blood. She gave a whimper of protest when he pulled away only to cry out when he eased a finger inside her.

“You’re so tight.”  He removed his finger and lifted it to his lips. “Mhmm, and sweet.”  He eased the slender digit back inside her and pulled out again. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”         

“No,” she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper in the silent room. “Then you have to try it.”  He offered her the glistening finger and she twirled her tongue around it. It wasn’t bad, salty and rich with a hint of musk.

“Fuck, who knew you were such a dirty girl?”

“I did say I wanted to experience everything I never got to before.”

“You will.”

His words were a vow as he undid the bows on either side of her hips, and removed her sky blue boy shorts, which had become a torture device. He spread her wide and licked a path that made her cry out as she bucked.

“That’s it. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying it.” He pulled back to place a kiss on her neatly trimmed bush.

“I can tell you’ll need to be restrained.” 

 His arm was a dead weight as he came up to hold her hips in place. His stiff tongue plunged deep as his nose stimulated her clitoris. Juniper’s world narrowed to the swirls, thrusts, and flicks he skillfully applied. Her hands came up to grip the arm of the couch and she clamped her thighs around him as tremors came over her body. A searing heat burned its way through her body as she found her release.

“Oliver!”

 His name flew from her lips as she ground her pussy into his face and rode out the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced. He continued to lick her slit as her breathing evened and her eyes refocused.

“I want to be inside you, Juniper. I want to feel those wet walls around me.”  He peered up at her from beneath long blond lashes. “Do you want that?”

“God, yes.”

“Not here.” He moved away and held out hand to help her off the couch. “When I make love to you for the first time it’s going to be in my own bed.”

“And that’s what we’re going to do?” she asked.  Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face carefully. They’d never really spoken in depth about their emotions.

“Would you rather I fuck you?”  The crude word made her eyes shine with lust.

“I’d rather you do both. You did promise me everything on my list.”

He growled low in his throat, wrapped an arm around her hips, and pulled her body flush against his.

“Don’t tempt me, Juniper. You’ll find yourself ass up in my bed, begging for mercy.”

The words made her lick her suddenly dry lips. The thought of him pounding into her from behind while she held on to the bed for dear life made her pussy flutter. This was what she’d been dreaming about since that night up against the wall at Cupa.

“Interesting, I think you might like that,” he said.

 She met his gaze and nodded, unable to break the intense connection as one his hands stroked up her back.

  His warm hand cupped the back of her neck and he pulled her closer. She melted against him as he walked backwards, never breaking their lip lock.  She was a quivering mass of need by the time they reached the bedroom.  When her knees hit the edge of the bed, she allowed herself to fall back. She propped up on her elbows, tense as she anticipated his next move. She watched the fingers that had brought her so much pleasure just moments before unbutton his jeans and lower his zipper. She sat up and licked her lips as his cock sprang free. He was thick, about eight inches long, with a prominent vein that ran down the side. Pre-cum leaked from the swollen red tip.
          “Can I taste you?” she asked. Her gaze fixed on the milky white drop that threatened to fall.

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

She bent down and licked the pearl-colored liquid. It was brackish with a hint of musk that belonged to Oliver. Her tongue darted out to explore his slit and cum flowed freely.

“God, Juni.”

 She moaned when his hips bucked, and he buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. Her throat relaxed as she licked, sucked and stroked him to a trembling mess of man. The control he’d relinquished was heady and she found herself approaching her own climax right along with him.

“Stop, baby, stop!”

He pulled free and she frowned, licking her lips. “I wasn’t done.”

“Unless you want me to come, you are.” 

His hands were gentle as he pushed her back onto the bed. Oliver followed suit once he’d kicked his pants and boxers away.  He eased two fingers inside her and stirred. Her hands fisted into the bed sheets as she sought more friction.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Do you have a condom?”

“I bought some, especially for you.”  He leaned over her body and opened the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed.  He tore the top off the silver square with ease, and rolled it down his shaft before he settled in between her legs. He teased her with his thick head, easing in and out until she was desperate for real penetration. 

About Shyla Colt:
Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not teaching Abc’s , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you think and HEA endings that show you the true power of love.
Book will be available at: Http://www.EvernightPublishing.com

Current Works In Progress





I currently have 9 works in progress.

Relentless with Bella Rosso
The Bond with Shyla Colt
Siren Call with Shyla Colt
Purr
Demon Mine
Making Up
Swing My Way
Naughty
Tramp Stamp (tentative title).

At some point I plan to post info on each of the WIPS.