Welcome to the Wicked After Dark blog hop giveaway. This blog hop is hosted by Close Encounters With The Night Kind and Natasha Blackthorne. I am proud to be a part of such a great hop with excellent authors.It’s that time for everything, dark, wicked and paranormal to come out…it’s October after all. Time for Halloween! Please make sure you leave a comment with your email in order to be counted in the contest.
When deciding to do this blog I just had to look up the word wicked.
wick·ed [wik-id] Show IPA adjective, wick·ed·er,wick·ed·est, adverb
evil or morally bad in principle or practice; sinful; iniquitous:wicked people; wicked habits.
mischievous or playfully malicious: These wicked kittens upseteverything.
distressingly severe, as a storm, wound, or cold: a wickedwinter.
unjustifiable; dreadful; beastly: wicked prices; a wicked exam.
having a bad disposition; ill-natured; mean: a wicked horse.
Note that wicked in the first meaning is evil or morally bad…well I don’t really like to use that term even with my Paranormal spin on my Angels and Demons (or even my Vampires, Werecats, Werewolves or any other supernatural that I have running around in my head looking for a story so they can reach out into the world). But I would say the second part of that definition would fit my characters in general at times.
Beastly, ill-natured, plafully malicious…all of these definitions could fit in a paranormal quite well I think and be quite deliciously fun. What do you think as a reader?
I think that through the ages the term has taken on different connotations. Like in this day and age it isn’t a bad thing to be considered wicked anymore. In fact when writing an erotic romance that is what the reader is wanting to see, is some wickedness.
The word wicked is also a very Halloween sounding word. I will be offering a copy of my sinfully, wicked Interracial Paranormal called Demon Mine the first book in the Karmic Lust Series which released in September from Evernight. The excerpt is HOT...Please make sure you leave a comment with your email in order to be counted in the contest.
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?
Excerpt: Liliana Jackson sat on the bed in the darkened room. Her breath was ragged as she eagerly waited for her lover to arrive. The need she felt was always instant when she thought of him. The slightest movement of cloth from her sundress scraping over her hard nipples tortured her as her bare pussy dampened. She glanced at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped across the threshold.
She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.
She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. One without him. He’d want to punish her, and she’d welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.
“Hello, lover.” Her words were a raspy purr of arousal.
Samael, her lover and the object of her lusts, filled the doorway with his presence. Samael, with his lithe, muscular body, tattoos on his arms, long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and when angry, eyes so dark they were fathomless against his paler skin. He was her dark demon, the possessor of her very being, her soul. He continued to stand there, arms crossed over his chest. Samael’s dark eyes turned hazel as they slowly traveled her body to focus on her fingers, which continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. The change in eye color was a sure sign of his rising lust, a hue she was well acquainted with and wanted … no, craved to see.
“I ordered you to wait, Lili.” She heard the impatience in his voice.
Biting back a small moan, she arched her back up off the bed, her eyes still connected with his as her fingers curled to stroke her g-spot.
“You order me to do a lot of things, Sami. I don’t always listen.”
He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.
“You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I’m giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?” All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.
“Lili, you’re just begging to be spanked.” She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. “Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you’ll not get what you want from me.”
With measured deliberation, Liliana pulled her fingers from her pussy. Keeping her eyes on Samael, she slowly, teasingly licked them clean. His eyes narrowed, and Liliana smirked. “You didn’t say I couldn’t taste.”
“Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard.” His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn’t say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.
Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.