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IF You STAY hits bookstores! And a contest!

8 Apr

Hey guys!!

It’s finally here… the day that one of my dreams comes true!!  My novel, IF YOU STAY, will hit bookstore shelves!!  Eeeepppp!

IF YOU STAY,  from GC

Yes, IF YOU STAY has already been out in the e-book world for a year.  It has made numerous bestseller lists (NYT, USA TODAY, Amazon…) but until today, it hasn’t been on actual shelves.

But that changes today!!  Eeeeepppp!!  To celebrate, my publisher Forever (Grand Central Publishing) is hosting a contest.

If you see my IF YOU STAY while you’re out and about, snap a picture of it and tweet it with the hashtag #IfYouStay.  You’ll be entered to win an awesome prize pack of books from Forever.  :)

Since I’m in the middle of moving, I would LOVE to see pictures of my books on shelves.  I won’t have the time this week to go out and try to find them– so I would love to see your pictures!

I hope everyone has a fabulous day!

All of Court’s Men: Brand

1 Apr

Sooooo, it’s time for my secret to be announced!!

Brand will be getting his own book soon.  As in, July 7 soon.  Wooohooooo!!  I’m SO FREAKING EXCITED!!

Get Branded Logo with Brand

Practically every day since Before We Fall released, I’ve gotten an email from a reader asking, “Will Brand get his own book?  He deserves an HEA.”

Well, I couldn’t agree with you more.

Why?  Well, Brand is awesome.   He’s always been a loyal best friend, a good soldier and just… an all around good guy who happens to be sexy as hell. And after what happened with Jacey in Before We Fall, I agree with you, he deserves his own HEA.

His HEA won’t come easy… because, you know, he’s one of my characters. So that means he’ll have a bumpy ride and some strife and some issues.  You’ll find out what makes him tick, what happened to him in his past, and why he is the way he is.  It might not always be pretty.  But I PROMISE YOU, he’ll get what he deserves in the end.

Between now and release day (July 7), we’ll have all kinds of fun stuff going on for Brand in an effort to get you BRANDED.  hehe.

Our first fun thing will be this:    Add UNTIL WE FLY to your Goodreads TBR to-read shelf this week and you’ll be entered in a random drawing to win a signed paperback ARC of IF YOU LEAVE, the second book in the series– the book that introduces Brand Killien.  This contest is open to the US and Canada and will last until April 12.  A winner will be drawn on Sunday, April 13th and announced here on my blog.  You can find it on Goodreads HERE.  

The second fun thing:   If you save the Get Branded graphic from above in this post, and repost it on FB or Twitter, I’ll draw another winner for a signed copy of IF YOU LEAVE.  Make sure you tag me so that I see it.  This contest will run for the same period of time– until April 12 with a winner drawn on the 13th.  This is also open to the US and Canada.

Soooooo, jump on for the ride and GET BRANDED.  He’s worth it– I promise!!

All of Court’s Men: Gabriel

25 Mar

Happy Tuesday!

It’s Gabriel from IF YOU LEAVE on All of Court’s Men this week.

Gabriel

 

Gabriel was one of my favorite characters to write.  He’s an ex-Army Ranger, loyal, brave, sexy as hell, tortured….

Ex-Army Ranger Gabriel Vincent is a badass hero. Or he used to be. Home from Afghanistan, Gabe can’t stop thinking about that one horrible night on the battlefield, a night that changed his life forever. He knows he’s messed up, but with the help of a little beer and a lot more women, he’s keeping it together. Until he meets Madison Hill.

Madison is happily single-or so she thinks. After the tragic death of her parents, she took on the responsibility of running the family restaurant, and that’s just about all she has time to worry about. Until she meets Gabriel Vincent.

Though they don’t realize it at first, Gabe and Maddy will soon develop a weakness: each other. But Gabe has a secret, a hidden monster that he’s afraid Maddy could never overcome. And Maddy is dealing with issues she fears Gabe won’t understand. They quickly realize they need each other to be whole, but they have demons to fight-and the problem with demons is that they never die quietly. Can they find a way to heal the past . . . before they lose each other?

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If you read and loved IF YOU STAY, then you know that Madison Hill is Mila’s sister.  She’s plucky and headstrong and just what Gabriel needs.   If you’re in the mood for a damaged, bad-ass hero, you should check out Gabriel Vincent today.  He’ll check all of your boxes.  :)

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All of Court’s Men: Alex from Confessions of an Alli Cat

17 Mar

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“You know what they say…a happy vagina is a happy woman. Well, they might not say that, but they should.”—Alli

It’s Alli Cat week on All of Court’s Men, featuring Alex Harris!

I have to say… of all of my books aside from IF YOU STAY, Confessions of an Alli Cat is the one that I get the most comments about… the most questions of When is there going to be a sequel!??

Alli Cat is unlike any of my other books.  It’s sexy, funny and light-hearted… not emotional, sexy and angsty.   And while I love me some angst, sometimes, a good light-hearted book is just what the doctor ordered.  And if you’re needing to laugh, Alli Cat can do that for you.

Check out an excerpt: 

I decide against wearing stockings or even panties today.  I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I can’t have anything touching my girl.  I just can’t.  If I weren’t in so much pain, I would feel naughty for going to work sans panties.

As it is, I just feel grumpy. When I get in my car, I carefully arrange Brazilian Baldy so that she’s not rubbing against my seat.  My phone buzzes. It’s Sara.

That’s your vagina talking, not you.  You love me.  You have to.  Because I know all of your secrets.

I sigh.  She has a point.

Fine.  My vagina hates you, I answer.

I don’t even have time to stop and get coffee on the way to work, which definitely doesn’t bode well for my day.

As I breeze past Taylor, I growl, “I need coffee.”

She takes one look at my face and scrambles to her feet, presumably to find me some.  I love that girl.  She knows me so well.  And also, she doesn’t want to put up with me sans caffeine.  I know that much is true because I don’t want to put up with me sans caffeine either.

“Alli,” she calls from behind me, but I ignore her.  I’m so not in the mood for anything right now until I have imbibed at least two cups.

“I’m not in the mood yet,” I call back as I open my office door.

I’m not usually such a bitch, but a raw crotch will do that to a person.

I stalk into my office and stop.

Alex is sitting casually on the couch, his legs propped up while he reads the Wall Street Journal.  I stare.  He glances up. He’s got two cups from a local coffee house sitting next to him.  He is wearing black pinstripe slacks and a white button-up.  He looks fresh and handsome and it’s apparent that he is certainly not suffering from a raw crotch.

And holy shit.  Sara was right.  It definitely depends on who is wearing the button-up as to how boring it is.

This white-button up is not boring at all.  When it is stretched across two strong shoulders like that, how could it be boring?

Alex smiles.

It’s a beautiful smile that makes the corners of his gorgeous eyes crinkle.

“I took a chance and guessed that you like Kona coffee,” he says cheerfully, handing me one of the cups.  “Sugar and cream.  I’m sorry if it’s not right.”

“Bless you,” I say as I grab the cup greedily from his fingers. I restrain myself from gulping it down in two swallows. Instead, I sip it like a lady.  A lady who has been wandering in the desert for two weeks and is ready to die from thirst, that is.

Alex laughs.

“Bad morning?”

I lower the cup.  If I admit it, he might think I can’t handle personal stress after all.  And I can’t tell him about my vag problems.

“Um.  Just busy already,” I tell him.

“Well, I won’t keep you.  I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be sitting in your staff meeting today.  I just want to get a feel for your department.  No big thing.  I just didn’t want you to feel surprised.”

I smile.  I’m feeling gracious now that the caffeine is circulating through my veins.

“It’s fine. I expected that you would join us today and obviously, you are welcome any time.  Is there anything in particular you want us to cover?”

Alex shakes his sexy head.

“No.  Just go on with business as usual. If I have questions, I’ll ask.”

He picks up his paper and takes his leave.  He is barely gone before I buzz for Taylor.  She walks in and I smile pleasantly.

“Is there any reason why you didn’t mention as I walked past you that our new boss was waiting for me in my office?”

She smiles back, like the saucy wench that she is.

“Yes.  You said that you weren’t in the mood for it yet.”

I take four deep breaths and mentally pick up my stapler and throw it at her smiling head.  She smiles wider, as if she knows my thoughts.

“In the future,” I say calmly, still smiling, “Please let me know when Alex Harris is waiting for me, even if I say that I’m not in the mood to hear it.”

She nods cheerfully.  “Will do, boss.  Should I also always tell you if you have lipstick on your teeth?”

I nod back.  “Of course.”

She smiles.  “You do.”

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I’ve had women message me and tell me that they were laughing so hard while reading Alli Cat in bed that their hubbies kicked them out of bed.  haha.  So if you’re in the mood for a laugh, you totally should check Alli Cat out.  And it’s Monday… so what better day for a laugh?

Plus, Confessions of an Alli Cat will be $.99 all week.

You can find it on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.  

Have a good week, everyone!  Stay sexy!  ;)

PS

There WILL be a sequel to Confessions of an Alli Cat.  I just don’t know when that will be.  Hopefully this summer!

All of Court’s Men: Brennan

10 Mar

Happy Monday!

It’s Brennan week here on All of Court’s Men.  Yayyyy!!  Brennan is from the Moonstone Saga, which is a spin-off series of the Bloodstone Saga (the series we featured last week).

A man holding a stylized electric bolt.

 

Question: When your mother is a powerful witch and your father is a soul-sucking vampire, what does that make you?
Answer: Cursed.

With all the beauty and charm of a Siren, but cursed as a blood-sucking succubus, Empusa longs for love and a normal life. Neither of these can ever be hers, because the only thing she brings to anyone she loves is death.

Em lingers in the mortal world, hiding from her father and existing in a lonely life. Until she meets Brennan. With golden hair and a radiant smile, he captures her heart and awakens it from slumber.

But Brennan is more than he seems. And in a relationship where life itself hangs in the balance, is love ever really enough?

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The Moonstone Saga currently consists of two books, Soul Kissed (book one) and Soul Bound (book two).  Princess of the Night will be book three, but the release date is still TBD.   I’m working to wrap up my unfinished indie series, and this one is still on the list.

If you like mythology and paranormal, this series is for you.    In fact, here’s the first chapter so you can get a taste:

Chapter One

I see colors.  Blurs of colors blend together in distorted shapes, vivid and muted, light and dark.  This is what always happens and so I immerse myself in the familiarity of it now as I allow my eyes to un-focus.  As my reality becomes a colorful haze around me, I know it is for the best.  I don’t want to stare into this man’s eyes as I kill him.

With a quick breath, I inhale his life.  Even though it is feeble and sick and hollow, I allow it to slide down my throat, expanding my lungs with what was left of his vitality.  In all honesty, there wasn’t much there. Cancer had sucked at him for years, taking his strength and his will to survive.  But this little puff of life was enough for me.  It would sustain me for a few weeks.

I opened my eyes just in time to find his turning cloudy and I knew that he was gone.  Fighting back regret, I straightened and gazed down at the man in the hospital bed, combing his blonde hair back with my fingers.  He was slender and handsome, quiet and witty.  I had truly liked him, as much as I dared to like anyone, anyway.

Divorced, 39-year old Daniel Delacorte.  His daughter had died when she was only fifteen in a freak car accident.  Apparently, she had been beautiful, vibrant and lovely. When she died, his will to live was buried with her.  And then at that most inopportune time, right when he was drowning in grief, he had been diagnosed with stage IV cancer.

He wouldn’t have lasted much longer, even without my interference. Mortal lives were so often tragic.  I had seen the tell-tale weariness in his eyes a few weeks back when I had bumped into him in the hospital halls.  It was the kind of weariness that only a person who was ready to die possessed, a haunting, bone-sucking exhaustion.

I had smiled at him… that was all.  And then, because I reminded him of his daughter, he felt an instant connection with me.  Little did he know that I would send him to meet her.

The door flew open and a team of nurses noisily shoved a crash cart in front of them.

“Move back,” one of them ordered me as she yanked two paddles from an aging, yellowed machine.

Obligingly, I scooted against the wall.  I felt nothing as I watched them work over Daniel’s lifeless body, nothing as one of his hands dangled limply over the side of the bed.  His fingers were pale.  For months, he had been too sick to go outdoors into the sunshine.  A normal person might have felt sadness at this, but I still felt nothing.

I had been doing this for so long. I had long since learned to harden myself against what I had to do.  If I didn’t, I would go insane.  To survive, I embraced the numbness.

A doctor tiredly loped through the doorway, barely glancing at Daniel.  The nurses had been futilely working for several minutes now. I knew it was hopeless and apparently, this exhausted doctor did too.

“Time of death?” he asked the closest nurse, the one wearing faded puppy dog scrubs.  Her face was pained as she glanced up, first at the doctor and then at the clock.

“5:03.”

They stopped working and the doctor turned to me.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, miss.  There is a chapel down the hall and we can call a chaplain for you, if you’d like.”

I shook my head.

“That’s not necessary.  I only met Daniel a few weeks ago, here in the hospital.  He didn’t have anybody, so I started visiting him here…” my voice trailed off.

The doctor briefly assessed me with trained, weary eyes.  I honestly think he was too tired to care what my relationship was to his patient.  He clearly needed a good night’s sleep.  After a moment, he nodded.

“Well, if you change your mind—“ But he was interrupted as the door swung open and a boy stood in the doorframe.

My first inclination was to think boy, but he was probably eighteen or so.  After being around for a thousand years, all mortal men began to seem like boys to me.  Whatever his age, this one was handsome. Sandy blonde hair, warm hazel eyes, athletic tanned build. He was well-dressed in a pair of expensive jeans and a soft black leather jacket.   His eyes were pretty and they widened when he saw Daniel.

The doctor turned to him.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be in here.”

The boy straightened his broad shoulders and thrust out his chin.  “He’s my uncle.  I’m Brennan Delacorte.”

I was surprised, but tried not to show it.  Daniel hadn’t mentioned any other family.  He always talked about feeling alone because of the loss of his daughter.  He was divorced and no one ever came to visit him, so I honestly hadn’t thought that he would leave a grieving family behind.  I gulped and fought back guilt.  I was definitely feeling something now and I didn’t like it. This situation broke one of my own rules.  I always aimed for men who would leave no one.

The doctor hurried to the boy.  “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said quickly.  “We did everything we could, but your uncle… well, I think he was just ready.”

The boy nodded silently, his eyes frozen on his uncle.

“Are your parents with you?” the doctor asked.  “You probably shouldn’t be alone.”

Brennan shook his head and swallowed, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t trust his voice.  And I couldn’t help myself. The vulnerable, sad look on his face combined with my rush of guilt did me in and the words were out before I could take them back.

“I’ll stay with him.”

Brennan’s head whipped around and I realized that he hadn’t even noticed that I was in the room.  His eyes widened again, but this time in confusion.  I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he wondered who I was.

“My name’s Em,” I explained softly.  “I met your uncle here at the hospital a while ago.  He was a really nice person.”

“Yes, he was.” Brennan relaxed.  I could see it as his shoulders un-tightened.  It never ceased to amaze me.  My presence was soothing to mortals, it drew them in.  In reality, it should alarm them, put them on edge and cause them to run far, far away from me. But they never did.

The doctor nodded and took his leave as the one lingering nurse straightened Daniel’s blankets.  With one last sympathetic gaze, she left Brennan and I alone.

I watched this boy curiously as he slowly approached his dead uncle.  It had been so long since I had allowed my heart to warm to something.  I didn’t like it that way, but it was simply the way things had to be.  It was interesting to me now to watch the sadness flit across this boy’s handsome features.  I felt a small twinge, somewhere deep within me, but I ignored it.  I had gotten very good at tampering unwanted feelings down.

“I didn’t know him very well,” Brennan said softly as he picked up Daniel’s limp arm and replaced it next to his still body.  “After his daughter died, he kind of withdrew from the world.  He thought no one understood.  He stopped talking to my dad, and everyone else for that matter, and life went on without him.”

“I don’t think that he really wanted to go on,” I offered limply.  What else could I say?  I’m sorry, but I just shortened your uncle’s already terminal life because I needed his soul?  Yeah, that would be an icebreaker, for sure.

“I know.  He’s been like that ever since Kayla’s accident.”

Brennan gazed down at his uncle and I paused at the expression on his face.  He was still loving, still reverent, even though Daniel had shut them all out in his grief.  It was fascinating.  Mortals were so different from those in my world.  But then, I had a father who was trying to kill me.  That might slant my views somewhat.

“Are you, er, sick, too?” Brennan asked me hesitantly as his hazel eyes skimmed over my body. I knew he was searching for the tell-tale sickly, sallow look of a cancer patient.  I shook my head.

“No.  I volunteer here.  I read to children, sit with sick adults, stuff like that.”

Appreciation flickered on his face and I unconsciously took a step back.  No.  Do not like me, I silently commanded him. Not that it would work.  Men were always drawn to me.  They couldn’t help it.  It was one of my gifts. Or a curse, depending on how you looked at it.

“That’s a very nice thing for you to do,” he acknowledged softly.  I saw the attraction in his eyes and I took a sharp breath.  For some reason, his warm, vulnerable gaze appealed to me and I wanted to tell him that I was dangerous, to stay away.  But of course I couldn’t.

“It’s not a big deal,” I said instead.  “I like it.”

That wasn’t the truth.  I didn’t like being here, because I only came here when it was getting close to time to feed.  The hospital was the perfect place to find people on death’s doorstep.  It was the only thing I could do to assuage my guilt, to placate my conscience.  If I took the life of someone who was going to die anyway, it wasn’t really killing them, was it?  That’s what I told myself anyway.

I looked through the empty doorway, half expecting more of his family members to show up. “Is your father coming?”

Brennan shook his head.  “No.  And he doesn’t know that I’m here.  The hospital called this morning to tell us that Daniel’s situation was serious. But my dad wouldn’t come.  They had some bad blood at the end.”

“That’s really sad,” I murmured.  “Your uncle was a good person.”

“I thought you didn’t know him very well?” he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“I didn’t.  I’m just good at gauging people. It’s a gift.” I shrugged my shoulders.  It was easy to gauge someone when you drank their soul and the very essence of who they were fed you.  But I didn’t mention that part.

“My dad’s a good person, too,” Brennan said.  “But they’re both stubborn.  They both said harsh things and neither of them would take them back.  And sometimes, when that happens with family, it’s worse than with anyone else because you trusted them more to begin with.  You know?”

He had no idea how well I knew.  My own father had traded my soul for his own freedom from the Underworld, transferring his hateful curse onto me.  I definitely understood familial betrayal. I lived with it every day.

I nodded. “I know.”

Brennan gave me a sheepish look.  “I’m sorry for telling you these things.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think just seeing my uncle like this… it was a shock…”

I almost took a step forward and put my hand on his shoulder and that inclination startled me. I knew better. For anyone else, that would be a simple, harmless gesture.  But not for me.  I stayed where I was.

“I’m really sorry for your loss,” I offered instead.  “I know it’s hard.”

Brennan nodded wordlessly.  He gazed at his uncle one more time before turning back to me.  “Hey.  Do you want to go down to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee? I don’t feel like going home just yet.“

He was hesitant, but hopeful.  Something about his voice reminded me of warm maple syrup. Warm and thick, yet somehow sexy at the same time.  I felt the stirrings deep in my belly, the ones that urged me to step closer and inhale this man.  I took another subconscious step back.  Quickly.

“I can’t,” I answered.  “I’m sorry.”

Brennan studied me for a moment, his head cocked.  I had definitely been wrong.  He wasn’t a boy.  He had the serious gaze of a man.  It reminded me of warm honey.  A stare like that could be dangerous.

“Please?” he added.  “I’d like to be with someone who spent time with Daniel at the end.  I can’t explain it. I just want to make sure that he was okay. I won’t take much of your time, I promise.  Just one cup of coffee.”

I had more time than he could ever imagine.  I was immortal.  That was a fact I reminded myself of as I stared at this appealing man-boy.  Yes, he was handsome and sexy, but I could handle him. I could handle anything.  My mother was the goddess of witchcraft, for Pete’s sake- the most powerful witch in the world.  Some of her strength had to have rubbed off on me.

I finally nodded. “Alright. Just one cup.”

He smiled and I could swear the room brightened.  I appraised his face quickly.  Why was I drawn to him?  I wasn’t hungry.  Physically, he was handsome.  Classic features, healthy, vibrant coloring.  My pulse buzzed in my wrist, quick and feather-light.  I swallowed hard.  I didn’t normally do this. There was no point.  But for once, I listened to my heart, not my head.  It would be nice to not be lonely for a few minutes.

Brennan held the door for me and I slipped past him, careful not to touch him.  As I passed, though, I inhaled.  He smelled delicious, like sunshine and man.  A wave of weakness passed over me and I bolstered my self-restraint.  I would not hurt him.

 He punched at the elevator button and we waited, him patiently, me not-so-much. I had grown to hate the smell of hospitals, that sterile, medicinal smell, and I wanted to leave here.  Now. My purpose here was done and I wouldn’t have to come back for a few weeks.

With a melodic ‘ding’, the metal doors opened and Brennan gestured me forward.

“Your chariot,” he smiled.

I couldn’t help but smile back.  He had such an easy, laid back way about him.  His spirit seemed… almost gentle.  And that seemed strange because he was so huge.  I hadn’t realized how enormous he was until we stepped into the elevator and I saw our reflections. The top of my head only reached his chest.

As we glided downward to the main floor, I discreetly looked at him in the mirror.  He really was handsome.  Broad, muscular shoulders, slim hips, sandy blonde hair that just started to flip upward at his neckline.   It made him look a little mischievous.  Warm hazel eyes that seemed almost like butterscotch and… were looking directly at me.  He raised an eyebrow and I looked away quickly.  He had totally just caught me giving him the once-over.  Drat. That was the last thing I needed right now.

The doors slid open and he held out his arm.

“After you,” he said quietly.

His voice was husky and I found myself wishing I could take a bath in it.  It was gentle and sexy at the same time.  As soon as I had the thought, though, I wanted to slap myself. What in the name of the gods was wrong with me?  I had never been so affected by a mortal.  Not ever.

As I stepped past him, he moved slightly and I bumped into him.  Our forearms collided, the length of my arm from wrist to elbow pressed against him.  White hot electricity jolted through me and I exhaled sharply, the breath seemingly forced from my lungs as my fingertips tingled.  Brennan inhaled at the same time, his eyes un-focusing slightly from the contact.

Shit.

His aura appeared to me, a vivid array of colors and my breath hitched in my throat, my lips automatically opening just a bit.  His energy was delicious, sweet and pure, and I was hard-pressed to pull away.  As I slid my tongue along my bottom lip, I could taste it….I could taste him.  His energy was incredible.   I felt an almost uncontrollable need to draw nearer to him, just a little.

I can handle it. My own thoughts betrayed me.

Before I could help myself, I stepped closer…like a moth to a flame.  My lips hovered just a couple of inches from his and we lingered there, like we were the only two people in the world, drawn together by an invisible ribbon of energy.  My heart took off like helicopter blades and I felt it thrumming in my chest, louder with each beat until it drowned out cognizant thought.

Brennan’s hazel eyes stared into mine, the flecks of gold shining in the dim light of the elevator.  I tried to focus, to concentrate on his eyes rather than the incredible pull that I felt toward him as I fought to gather the strength to move.  I just needed to move away. It shouldn’t be so hard.

But as I willed my feet to move, Brennan reached out his fingers and touched mine, fingertips to fingertips.

Sensations I’d never felt before, as soft as velvet but as strong as steel, flooded through my body, filling every vein, lifting me like I was floating on the swelling waves of the ocean.  It was exquisite, unique and petrifying.

“What the hell…” Brennan murmured, his eyes still frozen to mine.  His voice was quiet and raspy and filled with wonder, but it was enough to break my fixation on him and I yanked away, lunging out of the elevator.

“Wait!” he called to me, his urgency bleeding through his voice.

But I was already running down the hall. I had to get away from him.  Far, far away before I hurt him.  Curious nurses moved out of my way as I ran and I didn’t look back even though Brennan was still calling my name.

I took the nearest exit, throwing the door open so hard that it slammed into the cinderblocks behind it and I flew down the stairs with the speed of the gods.

What the hell was that? I had never felt that way before in my life.

Typically, when I fed, I started the process at my will.  It was a conscious effort, something that I could easily control.  My self-restraint was never tested.  It was just like kissing.  I simply brushed my lips against theirs and sucked their souls right out of their bodies.  It was quick and painless.

But with Brennan… I certainly had no intentions of stealing his soul, yet his aura had appeared with just my touch.  He was young and vibrant and alive…and I wanted him. I wanted him like I had never wanted anything else in my life.  My need for him had filled me up, distracted me, overwhelmed me.  I had never felt a connection like that before. 

It was startling.

Amazing.

Terrifying.

Because it was incredible.  Emotion had flooded my body, pulsing through my heart… waking it from an ever-long slumber.   And because of that, I could never see him again.  My curse made me dangerous.

I killed everyone that loved me.

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Soul Kissed, the first book in the Moonstone Saga, will be on sale this week for $.99, so now is the time to check it out!

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M. Leighton’s New Book: Some Like It Wild

4 Mar

You guys, my bestie has another AWESOMELY AMAZING book out today!!

The next book in the Wild Ones series, SOME LIKE IT WILD is out!!!  Woohooo!!  I was lucky enough to read this back when M. was writing it… and I can tell you… It’s awesome. But that’s no surprise.  Everything she writes is gold.

some like it wild

How far will a good girl go for the bad boy she loves?

Laney Holt is a preacher’s daughter. A good girl. Her only goal was to get married, have babies, and live happily ever after, just like her parents. Only that didn’t happen. The two people closest to her betrayed her, and Laney’s dreams came crashing down. Now she’s left with an empty space she doesn’t know how to fill. Until she meets Jake Theopolis, a daredevil with a death wish who has heartbreaker written all over him.

Jake has no interest in thinking beyond the here and now. All he wants out of life is the next rush, the next “feel-good” thing to keep his mind off the pain of his past. His latest rush? Showing Laney there’s more to life than being a good girl—and that going bad can be so much fun. Her only concern now is how she can ever hope to satisfy the wild side of a boy like Jake. She’s looking forward to trying. And so is Jake.

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Sounds good, right?   Trust me, it is.  It’s a whole lotta M. Leighton yummy goodness.

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About Michelle:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, M. Leighton lives in the deep

South with her super-hero husband and super-smart maltipoo. She has a fondness for coffee

and chocolate, loves the color red, laughs at almost anything and often stares out her window,

daydreaming of far-away places.

Website: http://www.mleightonbooks.com

All of Court’s Men: Cadmus

2 Mar

Happy Sunday!!

This is the week of all things Cadmus on All of Court’s Men!    Let me tell you… Cadmus is more than his myth may imply.

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My very first series with a YA Paranormal Mythology series… focusing on a re-working of the myth of Cadmus and Harmonia.  The Bloodstone Saga will always have a special place in my heart because it was my first… and also because of Cadmus.

Reasons to love Cadmus?

Well, let’s start with this:

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And we can continue with this:

He’s dark, he’s tall, he’s a warrior, he’s brave, he’s true.  He’s sexy and strong, he’s witty and loyal.  He’s all of the things that a warrior should be.  Harmonia is one lucky woman.

If you haven’t read my Bloodstone Saga, here’s a blurb:

Born a goddess. Controlled by the Fates. Can Macy’s love for her soul mate survive the bonds of time… and death?

The Bloodstone Saga is a series of four YA Paranormal Romance novels following the life of one girl who has been tricked by the Fates into believing that she is a Keeper.

She is reborn time and time again into tragic lives with tragic ends. Time and time again, she loses her soul mate. Until finally, she comes face to face with who she really is and the earth-shattering realization changes everything.

Every Last Kiss
Fated
With My Last Breath
My Tattered Bonds

In these four books, one girl is confronted with lies, happiness, treachery, magic and myth. She learns how strong she really is and what sacrifices she is truly prepared to make for those that she loves. Heartbreaking, poignant and emotional, these books will tug at your heart-strings and leave you breathless for more.

What would you do if you held fate in your hands?

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I had so much fun writing this series, because Harmonia was born time and time again as someone else before she eventually remembers who she truly is.  In each life, Cadmus was there as someone else, as well.  It was so much fun to twist history and myth into fun Paranormal novels.   If you love paranormal and mythology, you should definitely check this series out.

To start you out, here’s a taste of Every Last Kiss: 

Hasani was gone when I woke and I squeezed my eyes shut against the light from the flickering wall sconces.  He must have lit them for me before he left and even in my grumpy morning mood, I had to smile at his consideration.  I pulled the covers over my head and rested my cheek against the comfort of my pillow for a few minutes longer before I finally sighed and emerged into the reality of daytime.

It couldn’t be much past daybreak, since the orange fingers of the sun were just starting to curl around the horizon.  Hasani must have risen early to run drills with his soldiers before the Alexandrian heat rolled in.  Antony was probably with him.

I got up quickly, tying a soft white scarf around my waist and putting on a jeweled golden brassiere.   As I pulled my hair away from my face and fastened gold earrings into my ears, I briefly pondered my older body.  As Charmian, I may be thirty-nine, but my body was as svelte as a teen’s.  Fascinating.  It probably had a lot to do with the fact that ancient Egyptians didn’t have French fries or ice cream.

Sitting down at my vanity table, I pulled out the multiple jars required for my daily skin care and cosmetics application, sighing as I did.  As Macy, I was a very low-key, low-maintenance person. Charmian’s intricate, Egyptian beauty regime was tiresome.  But I had to admit that it was effective.  I had a perfect complexion.

Dipping my fingers in a jar of scented oil, I glanced back into the mirror as I began to apply it.  And froze with my fingers at the base of my neck.

A woman, pale and beautiful, sat on the bed behind me as though she belonged there.  Her eyes were ice blue and her long hair was so blonde that it was snow white. I whirled around to face her.

“How did you get in here?” I demanded.  “How did you get past the guards?”

She smiled peacefully at me, but didn’t answer.

“Can you speak?” I asked.  “Who are you?”

She studied me again, unmoving and silent from her perch on my bed.  She wore silvery robes embroidered with rich blue which were spread around her and her long fingernails were silver.  They sparkled in the muted light from my window.  She reminded me of what a fairy would be like.  An odd sensation began to build in my chest and I hesitated.

“Who are you?” I whispered again.

“You know who I am,” she said gently, as she rose from the bed.  She was so graceful that it seemed as though she floated as she walked toward me.

“I don’t,” I argued, as she came to a stop behind me.

“You do,” she insisted softly, as she placed her hands on my shoulders.  And in that instant, the second that her hands touched me, I did.

I was standing face to face with Lachesis, the middle sister of the Fates.  Terrifying and powerful, the last time I had seen her, she had been an ancient, stooped hag.  My eyes flew in amazement to her lovely, young face.

She smiled.

“I can appear as I wish, Charmian,” she said lightly.  “You are beautiful.  So, of course I wanted to appear beautiful, as well.  I have no wish to scare you.”

“Then what is your wish?” I asked quietly, keeping my eyes locked on her face.

She reached past me and picked up the jar of oil, dipping her long fingers into it. Picking up my arm, she gently began rubbing the scented oil into my skin as she spoke.

“You are one of twelve, Charmian.  Did you know that?” I shook my head, instantly intrigued.

“Yes.  Twelve very important people were chosen so long ago to assist us throughout the millennia.  You were chosen for your bravery and your heart.”

She turned my wrist over and fingered my scar.

“I placed the mark of the phoenix upon your wrist myself.  The phoenix is sacred to the order, Charmian.  It symbolizes re-birth and life, the very thing that we stand for… the things that we protect. And we gave you that mark.  It is an honor.”

I nodded.  “Yes, of course it is.”

“Then why have you been doubting us?” she turned her large blue eyes to me, beseeching me.

“I haven’t!” I protested. “The priest Annen has tried to convince me of his theories… but being a member of the Order is all I know.  I have no wish to believe him.”

“But you’ve wondered.”

She stated it as a fact, watching my face as she absently held her open palm out to a butterfly that had flown in from my window.  The delicate yellow wings quivered as it crawled onto her hand and sat still.

“I know your heart, Charmian.”

I sighed.  “I couldn’t help but wonder how much truth was in what he said.  But I have no wish to believe him. I’ve put his claims out of my mind.”

“As you should,” she instructed with the first trace of a harsh tone.

She watched the butterfly for a moment more, her blue eyes glinting, before she snapped her hand shut, crushing the delicate insect between her fingers.  I gasped as she put it in her mouth, chewing calmly as she contemplated me.

“You are one of the best we have, Charmian.  Yet you’ve lost your bloodstone.”

My heart dropped into my toes.  I couldn’t deny it.

“Yes,” I admitted in a whisper, my head bowed.

“Get it back,” she hissed, her face clouding over and for a split second, one brief moment, I saw a glimpse of the ancient hag that she was.  I sucked my breath in, waiting for a storm.

She calmed herself, resuming her tranquil tone, her face regaining its youth and beauty.

“Our bloodstones are powerful, as you know.  They are the keys to everything.  That sniveling eunuch will not be able to use it- because it was made for you.  But the bloodstones were made from one stone. One. When one is lost, we all suffer.”

I stared at her intrigued, as she pulled her own bloodstone out of her robes.  Hers was larger than mine and set in an intricate setting surrounded by rubies, but it had clearly been cut from the same mother stone… glistening blood-red, with black veins.

“Our power as a whole should not be diminished because of the carelessness of one, should it?” she purred, sliding her hands smoothly over my shoulders and stopping with her fingers wrapped lightly around my neck.

I gulped, then shook my head quickly.

“Then, fix it,” she instructed pleasantly, removing her hands.  “No matter what you need to do to repair your error, you have my support.  Do you understand?”

Did I? Was she saying that retrieving my bloodstone using any means necessary was more important than restoring history?

Before I could speak, she nodded.  “I see that we’ve come to an understanding.  You’re such a bright girl.”

Confusion flooded through me as I watched her adjust her clothing.  How could this be happening?   My entire being was dedicated to enforcing the plan of the Fates.  Never had we deviated before, under the threat that chaos would ensue.  How could we deviate now?  Unless the threat was just that… an idle threat.  I had forgotten that my thoughts were not safe around her, until she snapped me from my reverie with a growl.

“Do not question us again, Charmian!  There are times when the Plan is not as important as protecting the Order.  It is as simple as that.  And I will not explain myself to you!”

But she just had.  The Order had a weakness.  The Bloodstones.  And nothing on earth was as important as keeping them.  I quickly blanked my thoughts so that she couldn’t read them again and nodded.

“Yes, Lachesis.  I’m sorry.  Rest assured, I will fix this…” My voice trailed off hesitantly.

“But?” she prompted.

“But can I just ask one thing?  Can I just know one thing… because I know I will not remember it in my next life anyway.”

She studied me quietly, reading my thoughts and hearing my unspoken question.  Her face an unreadable, lovely mask.

“In each life your memories from your previous lives are wiped clean for your own benefit,” she finally explained.  “It benefits you in many ways.  If you were able to remember the sadness from your previous lives, it would drive you to insanity.  You would lose your effectiveness as a Keeper.”

I nodded.  Ahmose had been right.

“And you forget the gifts you are capable of through your bloodstone as a safeguard,” she added.  “The power that we are able to harness is exquisite and enormous.  Too much burden for any one person to be aware of, life after life.”

“But you…”

“My sisters and I have each other to keep us in check.  You have no one.  But your Aegis.”

Realization settled upon me like a cloud.  So, Ahmose wasn’t just there to assist me…  he was there to keep me firmly in place.

“So, now you know.” She stared at me.  “For now.  You’ll forget it again soon enough.”

That thought was not comforting.

“Charmian?”

I looked up at her.

“Yes?”

“Be good.”

And she was gone.

I took a shaking breath and sank into my bed, allowing the softness to comfort me momentarily.  I wasn’t sure what to think.  She had just confirmed that at least some of the things that Annen had told me were true… but since she openly admitted them, didn’t that mean that the Order had nothing to hide?  I was at a loss.

My hand brushed against a rolled up papyrus on my bed.  Staring at it suspiciously, I picked it up.  How had she left it?  I hadn’t seen her with it at all.

As I unrolled it, the yellow butterfly that I had just seen Lachesis eat flew from the confines of the paper and out my window.  I watched it fly away in shock, alive and well, before I turned my attention to the paper in my hands.  Delicate, feminine writing flowed across the page in English.

 

There are things you were never meant to understand.

You will have to trust me.

 

Before I even had a chance to ponder its meaning, the cryptic message burst into flame and I dropped it to the stone floor, watching it burn on the stone.  Within a minute, it had disappeared completely… as though it had never existed.

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The series is available as a complete collection (Four full-length novels, a novella, and bonus scenes) for $9.99.   Every Last Kiss, the full-length prequel, is available for FREE.

 

When Life Doesn’t Hand you a HEA

28 Feb

Back when I wrote IF YOU STAY, I received a lot of e-mail from readers.

Most of it was amazing and inspiring from readers who had also known addiction, or knew of someone who had.

However, some of it was from disgruntled readers who said that my story wasn’t realistic.  That if someone took drugs to disappear into oblivion, then chances are that they were, in fact, addicted and that I was sending out the wrong message of rainbows and butterflies with my book.

If you read my work, you already know that I’m a big believer in Happily-Ever-Afters.  I mean, people read fiction to escape from reality.  Why in the world would I want to depress them with a book that ended in any way other than happily?

When I wrote IF YOU STAY, that was the reality of my “Pax”.  He wasn’t an addict at that time.

Unlike fiction though, life continues to evolve and change.  A book, after it ends, won’t stray from the final storyline.  That HEA will remain for all of eternity.

Life, however, does change. And sometimes, the changes aren’t for the better.

I’ve always said that I wouldn’t reveal who I based Pax Tate on.  He didn’t want me to, and so I won’t.  I never will.  Readers have guessed that it was my husband, but I can tell you that it is not.  It is someone else that I love, someone very close to me.  

And unfortunately, he has descended into the world of addiction.

At first, like Pax Tate, he was a user, not an addict.  He wanted to disappear into oblivion, into a place where he didn’t care about anything.  He realized what he was doing and I sent him to rehab to be on the safe side.  All seemed to be fine.

But  he started using again and this time, the outcome hasn’t been good.  He’s throughly addicted.  If you follow me on social media, you might have noticed that I haven’t been online a lot.  I’ve been preoccupied with this horrible issue.  When I am online, I usually act normally, because that is my coping mechanism.  I’m a very private person and I don’t tend to advertise my private life.

However, I do have some things that I want to say.

I’m writing this so 1) you know why I’ve been fairly absent online, 2) to address reader concerns that I wasn’t depicting reality with my storyline in IF YOU STAY and 3)  to flip the bird at addiction itself.  

I’m here to tell you that anyone can be an addict.  It doesn’t matter if you’re white, black or purple, if you’re rich, poor, or middle-class.  Addiction knows no discrimination and it knows no bounds.

We live in a world where high schoolers are offered Ecstasy in the hallways for $10 a pill and where they can get heroin as easily as they can get sweet-tarts.  It’s sickening, saddening, and devastating, and it is the reality of our day and age.

However, THIS is our reality too:

The human spirit is created to thrive, to fight and to eventually overcome.  We’re all born with an innate sense to fight to survive, to fight what oppresses us, to come out on top, and to be healthy, happy, and strong.

SO EFF YOU, ADDICTION.

With today’s support networks, groups, medications, doctors and therapies, WE CAN BEAT YOU.  Anyone who is addicted to a substance and wants to fight it, can.  Anyone who wants to fight it can WIN.  All they have to do is set their mind to it, be strong and fight it.

Will it be easy?

Hell no.

Is it worth it?

Hell YES.

All of us, every one of us, deserves to be happy, healthy and strong.

With that in mind, I’d like to ask for your prayer.  I’m a huge believer in prayer, and I believe that the more people who pray for one thing, the better.  The more voices, the better God can hear.  

Can you please say a prayer for my “Pax”?  He desperately needs prayer if he’s going to beat addiction.  He’s strong, but addiction can level the strongest person.  In order to beat it, you have to be strong, determined and have God’s help.

If you can pray for him, for God’s help, I’d be eternally grateful.

In closing, let me just say that the fictional Pax Tate will forever have his Happy Ending. He is happy and strong, and living a perfect life with his wife Mila.

My real-life Pax might be struggling now, in the most difficult struggle of his life, but I have full faith that he will come through it. He will overcome it.  That’s what human beings are designed to do.

No matter how hard or difficult something seems at any one time, always know that a Happily-Ever-After is always possible, whether it is “REALISTIC” or not.  The power to change lies within us, and no one else.

If you are a reader who contacted me about IF YOU STAY not ending in a realistic way, please know that I heard you and I respect your concerns.  I still stand behind my notion that not all users are addicts, but I do fully believe that if a user continues to use, he/she will eventually become addicted.  Just as I believe that addicts can overcome it if they choose to fight.

If you are an addict or struggle with using, or if you know someone who does, please ask for help.  Contact a support group, go to your doctor, tell your parent.  JUST GET HELP.  Please.

And if you’re a drug dealer, whose sole purpose in life is to addict our children to toxic substances for the simple reason that you want to line your pockets with drug money, you can go to hell.

All of Court’s Men: Dante Giliberti

24 Feb

It’s week two of All of Court’s Men, guys!!  Woohoooo!

This week, it’s a blast from the past with Dante Giliberti, my golden-haired sexy sweetie from my YA Contemporary, Dante’s Girl.

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Dante’s Girl is a funny, light YA contemporary read…something that will instantly make you feel the twinges of first-love.  :)   Check out the blurb:

I have spent every summer since I was ten years old with my father in London.  Every summer, since I was ten years old, has been uneventful and boring. 

Until this year.

 And this year, after a freak volcanic eruption strands me far from home, I have learned these things:

 1.  I can make do with one outfit for three days before I buy new clothes.  

2.  If I hear the phrase, “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” even one more time, I might become a homicidal maniac.

3.  I am horribly and embarrassingly allergic to jellyfish.

4. I am in love with Dante Giliberti, who just happens to be the beautiful, sophisticated son of the Prime Minister of a Mediterranean paradise. 

5.  See number four above.  Because it brings with it a whole slew of problems and I’ve learned something from every one of them.

 Let’s start with the fact that Dante’s world is five light-years away from mine.  He goes to black-tie functions and knows the Prime Minister of England on a first name basis.  I was born and raised on a farm in Kansas and wear cut-off jeans paired with cowboy boots.  See the difference?

 But hearts don’t care about differences.  Hearts want what they want.  And mine just wants to be Dante’s girl. 

 My heart just might be crazy. 

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True to my belief that Alex Pettyfer should play every male lead in the history of the world (with only a few exceptions), this is the image I have in my head of Dante, (Except for the fact that Dante is blond.  So imagine this picture, except with Alex P blond.  :)

Dante, Alex Pettifer

#TeamDante

Reasons you should love Dante:

He’s golden and gorgeous.   He’s refined and gentlemanly.  He’s the son of a Prime Minister.  He’s funny and sweet and smart.  He’s loyal.  He’s amazing.  He’s a great kisser.  He doesn’t even realize how important he is.  All of the above things are unimportant to him… all he cares about are the important things in life:  Love, family, friends.  The good stuff.

Dante Giliberti is definitely someone you want to meet.  And when you do, picture Alex Pettyfer.

You can find Dante’s Girl on Amazon or Barnes and Noble.    In honor of this week of #TeamDante, Dante’s Girl will be on sale for $.99 USD on Kindle or Nook.  So if you haven’t read Dante’s Girl, now’s the time!  :)

Happy Monday, everyone.  And go #TeamDante!

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All of Court’s Men: Luca

19 Feb

Happy Wednesday!!

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We’re doing something new for the next eight weeks.  I had so much fun revisiting Luca Minaldi as I wrote the second half of his story, that I decided I wanted to re-visit ALL of my men.  Lol.   So, for the next eight weeks, I’ll be highlighting one of my leading men each week.

This week, because his story just came out, I’m highlighting Luca Minaldi.

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This is the Luca that lives in my head:

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That’s Daniel di Tomasso, folks, and he’s beautiful.  :)

There are tons of reasons why you should want to get to know Luca.  Here are a few:

He’s beautiful.  He’s refined.  He’s sexy and tortured.  Did I mention beautiful?  He runs a shipping company in Malta, and he’s from a prominent Maltese family.  He thinks he cursed (is he??) and so he thinks he’s dangerous (is he??).  His dark eyes smolder.

Trust me, you want to get to know Luca Minaldi.  The story does contain adult themes and content, so please be aware of that.  It’s also different from what you’ve been reading.  I can promise you that.

Here’s a snippet (and again, this contains adult content):

He gazes out the window for a scant moment more, seemingly deep in thought, before he crosses the room to me.  He kneels in front of me and looks into my eyes.  In this moment, he is as vulnerable as I’ve ever seen him, as I’ve ever seen anyone. He’s completely open to me, hiding nothing.

I want so desperately to kiss him.

“I can’t,” I tell his dark eyes, praying that I don’t fall into them.  “I want to kiss you right now.  But I can’t. You’re my patient.  There are ethics…”

Luca shakes his head, his hands on my knees and his gaze upon mine.  “You aren’t my doctor, Evangeline.  You’re my friend.  I’m simply talking to a friend who wants to help me tonight.  You’re not licensed to practice medicine in Malta, remember?  So where does that leave your ethics?”

He smiles wolfishly and waits without moving.  He’s offering himself to me.  I know that.  And it is against his better judgment. He has told me that, as well.  Yet here he is, on his knees in front of me.

I suck in a breath and inhale the air that is so charged with everything that Luca is.

Whatever that is.

It’s dangerous on many levels.  I know that.

I reach out unsure fingers and trace the top of his shoulders, moving over the contours.  They are so broad, yet so slender at once.  He’s perfectly built.  Strong, lithe and powerful.  I drop my head.  I know that I don’t want to resist him anymore.  For the first time in my life, I’m going to do something that my heart wants to do, not what my head tells me to do.

I grip him tighter with my fingers and pull him to me.  He folds in between my knees, pressing me to his chest.  I can hear his heart thumping rhythmically against mine as my fingers linger on his warm back.

He dips his head and presses his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes.  His are a smoldering and stormy black.

“I’m afraid to get close to you,” he tells me.  “I’m afraid for you.”

“I’m not,” I whisper.  “I’m not afraid of you.  Kiss me, Luca.”

Even I can hear the thick desire in my voice and Luca hears it too.

He groans and covers my mouth with his own, muffling the sound with my lips.  He is pressed so close that he seems to absorb me.  Every plane of his body is against every plane of mine.  I don’t know where he stops and where I start, but it doesn’t matter.  All that matters is him and me and this.

I can’t breathe as his fingers run along my arms, down over my back and further to my hips and then he pulls me up, into him.  He grips me tightly, his hands cupping my behind before lifts me, laying me on the thick rug on the stone floor.  He hovers above me, brushing the hair from my eyes before he is once again in my mouth, my tongue mingling with his.  We both taste of Scotch, but his taste is exquisite.  So hot and primal and Luca.

I don’t care what the future brings.  As long as there is this.

So I tell him that and he groans again, into the side of my neck.  He kisses me there, brushing his lips along my skin, inhaling me as though I am the most fragrant thing that has ever existed.  His breath is warm on my neck.

I arch into him and he melts into me.  He is hard.  Every bit of him is hard. I can feel it, can feel him.  The tip of his erection pushes against the juncture of my thighs, against my damp panties.  He pulls off my skirt, then my panties and I am exposed to him as his hand slides against the softness of my thigh. The cool air brushes against my hot flesh and I almost shiver.   I can feel the rigidity of his penis pressing against me, but he withdraws it and I want to whimper.

But it is replaced by his fingers.  Long and strong, he plays me as deftly as he played the ivory keys of the piano.  An ache spreads through me, radiating from the lowest depths of my belly.  I suck in my breath and push against his hand, my hips moving in an age old rhythm that comes as naturally to me as breathing.

“I want to see you,” I murmur against his neck, before I nip at his earlobe, pulling that delicate skin lightly in my teeth.  Luca sucks in his breath and takes a step away, staring down at me as he purposefully removes his shirt and tosses it onto the floor.

His biceps are lean, yet bulging and muscular.  His chest is perfectly chiseled.  Each muscle rippling into a perfect V that points to his crotch.  My heart is pounding and I watch his long fingers as they unbuckle his belt and then he steps out of his slacks.  Then his underwear.

His hard erection is standing at full attention, curved against him, evidence that he definitely wants me.  He is magnificent.

My breath is frozen now, while his is harsh and ragged.

Holy hell.  His is the most beautiful male body I’ve ever seen, absolutely perfect in every way.

The energy between us is intense, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can’t help but to reach down and grasp his hardness, sliding my fingers along it, listening to his sharp intake of breath as I touch him.  I can’t help but smile.

He’s hard for me.

This is for me.

Minaldi Legacy, Front Cover, Revised

The Minaldi Legacy is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.com

 

 

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