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Under the Dom’s ThrallUTDT

Blurb

Life isn’t full of unicorns and rainbows for ICU nurse, Jade McKenna. Until a handsome stranger talks her down from the rooftop and into his bed, whisking her away into a night full of lust and excitement.

Isaac Cairns is drawn to the soulful Jade. She seems the perfect foil to his Dom and he can’t wait to taste her submission.

But will his dark secret send her running, or help her learn to live in the moment?

Excerpt

"How far are you willing to go for me, Jade?"

"I am yours to command, Master." It felt good to hand over all responsibility for her actions to someone else.

Isaac winced. Not the reaction she expected. "Don’t call me Master. It makes me sound like some sort of B-Movie cliché. I’ll admit it, I like to dominate in the bedroom, but I’d prefer it if you’d call me Sir."

"Yes, Sir." Reality drew further and further away, until cautious, boring Jade gave way to her daring alter ego.

Isaac stripped off his clothes, giving her an unimpeded view of his well-sculpted physique. If a man was going to be immortal, this was definitely the body he wanted for eternity. With perfect slabs of muscle dissecting his torso, and thighs of steel, this man had been preserved in his prime. Her eyes followed the treasure trail of hair from his navel down to the thick erect cock standing proudly and claiming her total attention.

He advanced on her, causing Jade’s inner prude to squeal and pass out, leaving the all-new Isaac-controlled sex doll in her place. She yielded as his mouth took possession of hers and let the momentum carry her up against the closed door. Whilst hands journeyed along the curve of her waist, his tongue explored her mouth, demanding her complete surrender.

Sandwiched between the solid wood door and Isaac’s rock hard body, Jade’s fragility was all too apparent, but she never felt threatened by her partner’s confidence. Those wayward hands travelled up her body, skimming her breasts past her distended nipples, and raising her arm above her head. The tight hold of his fingers around her wrist flooded her pussy with arousal as he displayed his strength and she was somewhat dismayed when his grip loosened, to be replaced with a softer binding.

On closer inspection she found her wrist held by some sort of black fabric. Isaac proceeded to fasten her other arm in a second restraint. "What the hell?"

The lascivious grin he gave her made her thankful for the supports keeping her suddenly weak body upright. "We need to set a few ground rules, Jade. Although I like to be in control, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If at any time you want me to stop, we can use a safe word."

It seemed a tad too late to worry about her personal safety when she was naked and tied to a stranger’s bedroom door. Nonetheless, she blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "Holy water."

Probably the least effective vampire repellent of those she’d seen on TV, but it was a warning she hoped not to have to use.

He simply smiled. "Holy water it is, then. I also ask that you do everything I say. It is all to your benefit. However, if you should choose to ignore me, it will result in a punishment."

"What kind of punishment?" Jade’s stomach rolled at the darkening of his brown eyes.

"That is for me to decide, and you to enjoy."

Oh, Lord! Why is the threat of violence making me horny?

With painfully slow speed, his hands drifted back down her torso, stopping this time to pay homage to her suddenly heavy breasts. His long, cool fingers rolled her nipples into tight buds of need, ripe for the plucking. Incapacitated for the foreseeable future, there was nothing she could do about the trickle of her juices escaping along her inner thigh.

Isaac dipped his head and captured one nipple in a too-short courtship with his mouth, before heading due south. Jade squirmed in her restraints and tensed, but, totally at his mercy she couldn’t prevent him from going down on her. Even if she wanted to.

"You are not to come unless I expressly give you permission. Do you understand?" Isaac knelt between her legs and Jade thought she might spontaneously combust at the sight.

She nodded meekly and sucked in a shaky breath as Isaac took her weight on his shoulders. With her legs draped over his back, her buttocks in the palms of her hands, and her pussy on the end of his tongue, she surrendered her body completely.

She quivered as he buried himself between her legs, his tongue parting her pussy lips to delve inside. The earlier warning faded with every long stroke his tongue lavished around her clit. Her body thrummed with the essence of her own sexuality — a selfish state, where nothing mattered except the overwhelming bliss taking hold of her. With no physical means to halt the progress of her climax, and no apparent willpower, her body defied the order to abstain. Jade came with a powerful burst of molten release.

Isaac waited until he’d drawn every last delicious tremble from her before he scolded her. "I told you not to come."

The menace in his eyes sent her pulse skipping into orbit. "I’m sorry, Sir."

"You must be punished for disobeying me." He reached up to untie her wrists, grazing his body against her still-swollen nipples.

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The Wolf on the Hill – Blurb

Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father’s house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.

Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.

He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb’s inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn’t as easy as he’d hoped.

Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Meet G.E. Stills and his Succubus Vengeance

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Sleeping with her is a draining experience.

For hundreds of years Carina has killed those she is intimate with by draining their life force. That is her purpose, she is a succubus. When she meets Garron her life changes. She discovers she can allow those she is intimate with to live by only draining part of their life force. Being with him awakens something inside her that has been dormant for many years–– emotions. Her life is changed, but not everyone is happy about the new Carina.

Excerpt

A evening in the life of Carina the Succubus

Pulling her to her feet, Ken backed her to the couch and forced her into a seated position. Briefly he kissed her lips but she knew he had other goals in mind. She tilted her head back at his urging as he kissed his way down her neck.

A hiss of pleasure tumbled from her when Ken’s lips closed around her left nipple. He sucked it and laved her areola for some time. It rapidly peaked from his attentions. As did her other nipple. Ken shifted to her right breast and showered her nipple there with more attentions.

Carina smoothed her shaking hands over his back and let the emotions within her climb to a new level. Her ever-increasing need made her squirm. While he nearly devoured her breasts his hands were busy. He bunched her skirt up around her waist. His forefingers hooked under the thin strings of her panties and feverish hands tugged them over her hips. She raised her butt from the couch to allow him to pull them down further.

For the first time Carina allowed her head to tilt forward to look at the man giving her pleasure. He lifted first one of her legs and then the other removing her panties completely. He tossed the saturated item against the wall.

"Oh fuck me you’re bare." His whispered words rose to her.

She let him spread her legs wide exposing herself more.

"Oh God," Carina cried out and moaned as his mouth descended on her sex. His tongue delved between her smooth folds driving deep into her. Obviously Ken was experienced in how to please a lady with oral. His right hand left her knee and soon a thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles added to her soaring arousal.

Not long, she promised her hungering body. It won’t be long.

Although his thumb continued to stimulate her clit he drew back his mouth pulling away from her throbbing needy sex. His whispered words rose to her ears. "I was right in my guess. You taste just as sweet down here."

"Oh fuck," she begged. "Please don’t stop. I’m so close."

She could feel his grin against her bare folds when he covered them once more. His tongue drove deep within her lapping at the juices she amply supplied. Like a lightning bolt her climax struck. Shredding her and sending electrical pluses racing along her many nerves. Her hips bucked and Ken’s grip on her knee tightened. The thumb on her clit went away. She no longer needed its stimulations. His mouth was enough to keep her soaring in a world of ecstasy. His hand clamped on her other knee holding her legs open wide. Ken continued to swallow the sweet honey that flooded from within her.

Her climax began to taper allowing her to process coherent thoughts once more. Now, her mind screamed, do it now.

Her hands that clutched the couch flew down and twined in his hair, their grip became fierce. Her legs snapped together heedless of his hands holding them open. I’m much stronger than I appear dear Ken. Her thighs clamped against his cheeks, holding his head vise like between them. The grip of her hands and legs forced him to keep his mouth open and pressed tight to her throbbing sex.

The beginnings of a new sensation just as pleasurable as her climax crept into her. Ken exhaled into her channel his hot breath only fanning the fires already there. He couldn’t breathe in his position and Carina couldn’t care less.

She drew in more of his life force from his open mouth. Warmth spread though her, setting her nerves to tingling again. The powerful sensation of consuming his life force felt just as wonderful as her climax had a few moments earlier.

She drew in more of his life essence. His fists beat against her legs futility. His muffled screams of agony vibrated her folds and surged into her passage. Ken shuddered and one last hot breath warmed her fiery channel more. She pulled harder. Her pussy throbbed against his open mouth until at last she had drained him completely.

Her thighs were shaking when Carina opened her legs and let the shriveled corpse that had once been Ken slide away from her. It settled in a puddle to the floor of the van. The body continued to both shrivel and shrink until at last it melted from existence completely. Only his clothes remained.

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G.E. Stills lives in the southwest with a loving wife, a dog and a cat. He has grown children with children of their own. In his younger years at school his teachers told him he had a vivid imagination if they could just read his writing. His long hand was/is terrible. Tongue in cheek, he blames it on being left handed and is very thankful for modern day word processors. While raising and providing for his family he didn’t write for many years. Now that his children are grown he spends much of his time in front of his computer monitor. In his spare time he likes camping and sailing on a nearby lake in his pleasure boat.

G.E. Stills heeds the call of the many characters that pop into his mind and demand to have their stories put in print. Their tales are both serious and humorous. A multi-published author, his stories cover many genres including contemporary romance, paranormal romance and science fiction. His stories are both erotic and non-erotic in nature. G.E. is the leader of a local writers group and in addition hosts a meeting of his own locally on fiction writing bi-monthly.

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A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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The birth of a novel…

A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood did not start out like my usual stories. Most of the time, I come up with a story idea while out walking with the dog or while in bed waiting to fall asleep or on my commute. This was not the case. This paranormal fantasy started out from a writing prompt given to me by my Wednesday Brief group. The first prompt that brought to life the idea of mixing dragons and demons were: “His eyes were as green as…”

Suddenly, something shifted in the air and he found himself rising instead of falling. Was he dead already? Had he died before reaching the concrete sidewalk? He cracked open his eyes and looked up into the face of his savior. Two thoughts rushed through his brain before he fainted: her eyes were as green as the meadows back home and that he had to get away from anything that reminded him remotely of home.

Of course, things changed as A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood developed but if you’d like to read this flash fiction (you can read it in full here) you’ll find when you later read the novel a wink to the flash.

Soon after, another prompt arose “I’d like to make you an offer…” Suddenly there was Adrian Ormonde, looking at me with those green eyes framed by dark lashes and a fearless attitude that even surprised the queen of the demons.

Stepping back, she released his locks and slightly shook her head. What had come over her? She always prided herself in holding the enemy’s gaze. This was a first.

Once Adrian was born, I couldn’t put him away. My trusted notebook came to the rescue and with its help I crafted what became A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood, which I hope you enjoy.

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Blurb:

He is a shadow in the dark, smelling your scent and sensing your fear…

Legendary bounty hunter Adrian Ormonde is no ordinary man. His life is filled with secrets and questions, blood and lust. His only concern for 150 years has been survival and discovering the truth behind his demon-dragon nature.

Until he meets his new assignment: Victoria Green.

Victoria Green has felt eyes watching her every move ever since she can remember. Then, Adrian appears. The eyes vanish but new dangers arise as she falls for the mysterious hunter. Cast into an ancient conflict between dragons and demons, Victoria must trust Adrian’s skill to be enough to protect her from both the outside world and that which grows within her.

Chance brought them together but will love and passion be enough to keep them joined? Or will the other forces at play in the dragon-demon worlds destroy them forever?

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Excerpt:

Glimpsing at the tent in his jeans, she gasped.

“Already?”

In an instant, he was upon her, his mouth devouring hers and making her legs weak.

“You make me lose control, sweetheart, and I’ll be damned if that hasn’t happened in years.”

His hands slid down her waist over her hip and onto her thigh. Her breath hitched as she searched Adrian’s dark eyes.

“Already, you ask?” He sneered, his calloused fingers rising higher and caressing the junction between her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her labia, finding her wet entrance. His grin became smug. Adrian’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed red as he dipped two fingers inside her, wringing out a breath she’d not been aware of holding.

“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.”

Bringing his lips down to her, he stole another short kiss that had her whimpering against him.

“Adrian.”

She hugged him, bringing him closer and searching for his warm touch again. His eyes scanned her face, his gaze softening.

“You don’t want this, sweetheart.”

“Yes, yes I do,” she replied pushing herself against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit. Victoria tensed. Her orgasm hung from a cliff, ready to fall.

“I do want it.”

Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her mouth, teasing the seams with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted him with longing. Sucking on his tongue, she made love to it as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her body became a mass of over-sensitized sparks as he coordinated his thumb with his seesawing digits. His hand on her waist, held her in place as she humped against him.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

His husky baritone triggered her release. Victoria cried out, her pussy convulsing in short waves, hot liquid dripping onto Adrian’s fingers. Her towel fell to a heap on the floor as she lost control, the cool breeze doing little to soothe her heated skin. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

Victoria moved to embrace him but he stepped away from her. Drawing his fingers into his mouth, he briefly closed his eyes emitting a barely audible sound of pleasure. When he opened them again, she gasped. Red sparks danced in his green depths.

“No, Victoria. You don’t want this.”

Shaking his head, he turned around and strode out of the room. Victoria stood rooted to the spot, watching in shock as he left the apartment, the main door slamming shut. Tears dampened her vision. Picking up the t-shirt he’d given her, she put it on. More tears trailed down her cheeks as the smell of detergent mingled with his scent. Taking a deep breath, she hastily brushed them away.

“Get a grip, Vicky.”

Wrapping the discarded towel around her wet hair, she strode to the kitchen, her stomach growling. She didn’t think she’d find anything edible in the small kitchen, but luckily Adrian kept a box of cereal and a few cartons of unopened milk. Digging into the meal, she shivered slightly as an unsettling feeling grew in her chest. The watchful eyes were back.

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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His Guardian Witch by Angelina Rain

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HIS GUARDIAN WITCH

Is love stronger than magic?

Morgan has never encountered a spell she couldn’t cast or a curse she couldn’t break. With her natural knack for witchcraft, she runs a magic store that helps others. When a handsome but cursed man walks into her store, she is pit against magic stronger than her own.

Daniel lived an ordinary life before he ended up on a witch’s bad side and was jinxed with non-stop bad luck. Out of sheer desperation he visits Morgan’s Magic Shop. Morgan agrees to help him and they must work together to find the witch and pinpoint the hex she used in order to undo it. As they search, feelings ignite and a romance blossoms. Will this bad luck spell end their love, or will their love be strong enough to break the incantation?

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Excerpt:

Morgan opened her eyes and watched as the glittering aura lights danced before her. They reached the window and passed through the glass on the way to the girl. Once all the lights were gone, she glanced at Daniel. A big smile crossed his handsome face, but her attention went below it. A rock rose inside his pants, large and long. She gulped, and the need to see it minus his jeans suddenly grew too strong.

No, she shouldn’t look. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to conjure up more peaceful images of nature and sunlight. Those images didn’t come though. Instead, she saw her silky bedroom sheets.

Her body lay on those sheets, writhing in passion as her legs spread open and in the air. Daniel’s head bobbed between her thighs, and his tongue lapped at her warm, natural juices.

She gulped, gasped, and opened her eyes.

His lustful gaze met hers. Lust that matched her own and her heart pulsed fast inside her chest. Her center grew damp, and she longed for his touch.

"I think your thoughts were similar to mine."

She didn’t reply to Daniel’s statement. Instead, Morgan tried to stand. Her knees grew weak as she rose to her feet.

Daniel stood, too. "You can’t deny you were thinking about it, too."

"I wasn’t denying anything."

He crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her back. Warmth filtered through her, and Morgan felt herself blush. When he spoke, his breath tickled her skin. "I was thinking about how good it would be to lay you down in my bed."

"You don’t have a bed. It was stolen."

His chuckling made her wetter. There was something so sexy about his voice. "The floor, then." Daniel pulled her closer to himself until she rubbed against him. His hard cock pressed into her navel, and she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. His lips brushed hers. The kiss started tender and slow. She opened her mouth to invite him inside.

She lay on the floor, his body pressing into hers. His hands touched her sides, slipping under her shirt. His lips left hers and instead kissed her neck. He found her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. Only the thin lace of her bra separated her flesh from his.

Morgan moaned. The need inside her multiplied, and she wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him. She flipped him over until she was on top and he on the bottom. She raked her fingertips over his chest and abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the black t-shirt. But feeling and seeing were two different things, and she wanted to see. Taking the hem of his shirt, she raised it until his smooth and taut skin lay open for her to feast on. She ran her tongue over the ridges of his six-pack.

Daniel inhaled sharply, and she smiled as she kissed him right below the belly button. Morgan glanced at the trail of hair leading to somewhere below his pants. She undid the button, her hands on the zipper.

"Is this supposed to happen?"

She tried to glance at his face, but who was she kidding? The hardness in his pants was more appealing. "You mean the hard-on. It means you’re excited. It’s totally natural."

Morgan met his eye, and he shook his head. His gaze moved somewhere beside and beyond her. "No, I mean is the candle supposed to fly?"

"Shit!" Morgan pushed away from Daniel. She watched, bewildered, as black and dark blue winds danced around the room. The candle was high off the floor.

"I’m guessing something is wrong."

"Very wrong."

The flame didn’t go out despite the sudden winds in the room. It rose, high and strong and fierce. Then the wind died quickly. The candle dropped to the floor. Flames danced over the hardwood planks. The fire happened too quickly to be natural. Some sort of magical force was behind it.

"Come on, we have to go!" She urged him by pulling his arm until he stood and ran behind her. Once they were outside, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her phone as she dialed 911. Daniel stood beside her. His face was white, whiter than the nice tan he had all day. "What…" He stuttered. "What just happened?"

"The spell didn’t work. Peace and forgiveness didn’t get to her. Something repelled them, and her anger came at us, manifesting itself as the wind. This spell is stronger than I first thought. Something or someone is controlling it."

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Ashlynne Laynne

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I’d like to thank Nikki for so graciously hosting me today. I’m offering an e-copy of my latest, Blood Promise, to one commenter. Simply, leave a comment with your email address for your chance to win.

The Progeny (The Progeny Series #1)

“No fate other than the one I choose.”

The timeless creed, and tattoo, bore by the Rousseaus— a vampire clan with the purest bloodline of any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was different, yet the same: Ascher-a half-bloodling— half- human, half vampire.

Ascher questions the purpose for his existence and which world he truly belongs to: the human world or the vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula— a prearranged union to a woman he abhors — he’s at his wit’s end. He knows if he calls off the sealing, the Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he cannot see eternity with a cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.

Just when he thought life was complicated enough, he meets Shauna— a beautiful, bi-racial human Wiccan — and immediately develops an unshakable attraction to her. She makes him feel alive and vital despite his origins and Ascher makes a decision that turns his immortal world upside down.

Blood Bonds (The Progeny Series #2)

“Forever. For always. For eternity.”

The ties that bind two hearts are powerful. For Ascher Rousseau and Shauna McCutchin, it’s more than just a blood bond. Their union is that of vampire legend. Their love is a predestined prophecy foretold centuries ago.

It’s a week before Ascher and Shauna’s sealing and the couple is making final preparations for their eternity, but Ascher’s ex has other plans. Ursula is hell-bent on revenge—revenge fueled by lover’s scorn and her father’s death—and she begins breeding a fresh army of newborn darklings to do her bidding.

When Ursula finds a new weapon—an ally with the capability to dismantle the Rousseau clan— Ascher and Shauna’s bond is tested and they must stand together against Ursula or lose each other for eternity.

Blood Promise (The Progeny Series #3)

“Their love is fated by an ancient prophecy. Now the promise is fulfilled.”

Ascher Rousseau is a half-human, half vampire whose life has been a series of prophecies and predictions. After finding incredible love and passion with Shauna—a Wiccan with powers beyond anything he’s ever known—he seals to her and hopes for happiness. But his enemies seek to destroy all that he loves, and he finds that happiness never lasts for long.

Darkness is descending and a vampiric revolution is nearing. A new brood of hatchlings is born to join their darkling brothers, in preparation for war. A preordained chain of events is set into motion that could lead to the rise of the demonic “cloaked one” and his half-human fallen children, while ending humanity—as we know it.

Can a supernatural love and the loyal bond of a family save the Rousseaus and the world from certain extinction?

Excerpt from Blood Promise

Ascher wrenched her so close that his heart pounded against her chest, and he suggestively licked his bottom lip. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” Backing her against the wall, he lifted her until she was eye to eye with him. The heels made her taller but still short of his height.

“Bring it on.” Her lips skimmed his neck, her tongue deliberately tracing circles into his spot, as she pulled the necktie off and tossed it across the room.

His gaze seized her, his hands sliding the zipper down her dress. “You drive me so crazy,” he whispered against the shell of her ear, nipping at the two-carat diamond studs he’d given her as a wedding gift. Blindly feeling for the barrette in her head, his fingers found and removed it. Ringlets of flowing hair cascaded down her back and into both their faces. “God, you’re so beautiful, baby.” He put her down long enough to remove the dress, leaving her in a bra, panties, thigh high stockings and the black high-heeled stilettos. He removed his shirt and jacket, leaving his pants on.

She gave him a look of confusion. “Aren’t you going to undress?”

“For what I have in mind?” He licked his lips again, a hungry glaze in his eyes as he gestured her over to him. “I don’t need to. Come here, love.” His gaze deepened. “Slow— walk slowly toward me. I want to look at you.” He sat on the bed, his eyes wide and devouring, moving up and down her semi-naked form.

Her thoughts clouded and her heart pained with nerves and anticipation. Her legs wobbly, shaking stumps that barely held her up, she talked herself through the basic task of walking. One step…two steps…one foot in front of the other, Shauna. The hormonal shift definitely made him naughtier, but that couldn’t be it. The effects should be long gone by now. She managed to make it over to him without losing her balance.

He pushed her back against the bed. “Down you go.”

“Do you ever get enough?” she asked in a breathy whisper.

“No.” His lips dragged along the throbbing pulse in her neck, sending ripples of current in their wake. “I’ll never get enough of you.” The sensual sliding of his tongue and hot mouth made circuits along each breast, down her quivering stomach, ending at her lacy silk panties. Looping his fingers inside, Ascher slid them down her legs. “You won’t need these either.”

About Ashlynne Laynne

Ashlynne Laynne is a songwriter, poet and author of erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, who has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves.

Ashlynne loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on book four of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Rocker Series, and an untitled novella WIP. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon. Find and follow here online on Twitter. Check out her Manic Readers page, Blog and Website, or leave her a note in her Reader Email.

Ashlynne lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son.

About The Progeny Series

At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.

All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus.

This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen. The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that has existed for ages. This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults, as it contains adult sensuality, language and themes.

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Meet the lovely Tyler Robbins aka Robin Badillo

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Thank you so much for stopping by, I for one can’t wait to read this new story.

Tyler will be having a giveaway of a free digital copy to one reader who comments and leaves an email.  So please make sure to do that!~ Nikki

Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!

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BLURB:

Vampire, Tristan Deveraux, savored the night with his young progeny, Caleb, by his side. Satisfying his shameless desires, he took what he wanted without reprisal or regret, until Gauge Roberts darkened his door.

Gauge, an ex-Navy Seal, offered more than muscles and brawn when he became Tristan’s personal security coordinator. Surrendering to an undeniable attraction, the dominating soldier scratched an itch both had ignored far too long.

A remarkable bond is quickly formed between the three very different men, allowing each to fulfill individual needs while maintaining separate but equal relationships, until a surprising enemy threatens to destroy it all.

Will they survive the deadly fight, or is heartbreak the only price for satisfying their kind’s immortal thirst?

ADULT * M/M/M* EXCERPT

Gauge cautiously entered a spacious loft with high vaulted ceilings and a dining room table filled with an assortment of food. To the right, he spotted a black, leather sofa with a very handsome and very naked man sprawled across it.

Gauge’s cock instantly twitched, his proclivity toward men revealing itself through his physical reaction.

“Hope you’re hungry.” Tristan’s voice resonated from the far left of the vast room.

Gauge’s gaze drifted away from the naked man and settled to where Tristan knelt at the foot of a chaise-lounge, intently suckling the inner thigh of yet another man.

The erotic moans of Tristan’s live meal filled the room, further stiffening Gauge’s shaft. Unsure what he should do, Gauge stepped back, only to be met by Caleb who handed him a glass of scotch. “Please, help yourself to whatever appeals to you.”

Dizzying thoughts danced in his mind. Which appetite should he satisfy first? This was new territory, far beyond the realms of even his vivid imagination. Should he indulge his physical hunger, his sexual needs, or neither, and keep his first day on the job strictly business?

“Perhaps he’s a watcher.” Caleb brushed past him as he strolled toward the lone man on the sofa.

Gauge drew in a deep breath to steady his spiraling nerves. “You feed right out in the open?”

Tristan ran his tongue up the length of the human’s cock then smiled. “They have no objections.” He then pricked his wrist with the tip of a pointy fang and allowed a few crimson drops to coat the lips of his quarry.

The man licked the blood, and his pupils immediately dilated.

“They drink from you?” Gauge swallowed hard, still trying to keep his wits about him.

“They give me the gift of an existence without pain. I give them unimaginable pleasure.” Tristan then kissed the man and returned to feasting upon his inner thigh.

Gauge glanced over at Caleb, who stood before the other man with his pants unzipped, gazing down intently as the man eagerly sucked his cock. Caleb’s hips rolled with the motion of the man’s bobbing head.

Caleb eyed Gauge with a smug grin. “He’s really good.”

Gauge licked his lips and wandered back toward the table where he blindly reached for a chair and took a seat. His heart pounded, and his cock pulsed. So fucking hot.

He’d been to clubs featuring group sex in back rooms, and had even participated once, but that was a long time ago and blood definitely hadn’t been involved. The erotic way Tristan fed only excited him more.

Gauge’s prick pressed tight against his jeans, and he fought the urge to jack off.

Tristan licked blood from his lips, nudged his partner to the side and joined him on the lounger. He skimmed his fingers across the man’s stomach, enough to make him shudder, but his seductive gaze remained locked on Gauge. “A ghastly sight, isn’t it?”

Gauge swallowed hard, his head booming from the erotic shock of it all. “Not at all.”

With speed too fast to measure, Tristan stood before him, his cock wet and stiff, smelling of sex and the unmistakable metallic scent of blood, an aroma Gauge recognized. “I suppose you’ve seen worse than a vampire fucking his meal?”

“Much worse.” That’s the understatement of the year.

Gauge tried not to dwell on the images which flashed through his mind. The macabre memory of flames reaching far above the rooftops of the small village where they’d burned the decapitated bodies of innocent victims and the vampires who had murdered them. The memory of diesel fuel mixed with the putrid stench of singeing hair and roasting skin Gauge thought would be imbedded in his brain forever, also sneaked out from the recesses of his mind where he’d safely tucked them away.

He shot up from the chair, overwhelmed and uncertain of what was worse, the haunting memories of the massacre, or how easily the thought of fucking this sexy vampire appealed to his body and mind, so much stronger than his desire to kill him.

Tristan eased closer and inhaled deeply, then turned his attention to the other vampire. “Caleb, take them away.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Gauge saw Caleb step back immediately followed by the snapping sound of fingers. “You heard my master. Let’s take this party on the road, boys.”

Gauge’s muscles tensed as he resisted reaching out and wrapping Tristan’s long hair around his fist and fucking him like there was no tomorrow.

As the door closed behind them, Tristan ran his hand down Gauge’s arm. “Kathryn told you, didn’t she?”

Gauge drew in a deep breath. “Not sure what you mean, Sir.”

“She told you how I came to be a vampire. How she plucked me quite literally from the brink of death and how my need for sex is the only thing to rival my thirst for blood.”

“She told me you had a way about you I’d possibly relate to.” Gauge understood now. Kathryn’s recommendation included benefits Gauge had never imagined.

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