Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Wicked After Dark Blog Hop

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Monday, October 22, 2012

Author Interview w/Amber Rose Thompson - Erotic Romance

     Thank you for stopping in to meet an erotic author who also writes about the stories close to my heart! So grab your cuffs and collars, floggers and paddles, and come meet Amber!

Amber’s Bio:  I was born to American parents abroad on an island off the coast of British Columbia, Canada. I moved to the states when I was 4 ½ and never really fit in. When I was old enough, I immersed myself in books. Libraries were my mecca and books my heaven. I think I read every Sweet Valley High book I could get my hands on. Naturally, I became a librarian. I write the type of books that don't add to any library catalog though. I refuse to censor out the hot steamy interplay of romance in a modern world. I’m married to a woman who also fills in as my personal muse.

Tonya:  Amber, thank you so much for hanging out with us all week! Readers love to know more about their authors. Tell us a bit about yourself.

Amber:  Thanks for having me! Well where to begin? I am a trans man writing under a female name so I guess my life is a mind game? I've been married to the love of my life for nearly seventeen years now. We got married young, and we had everything going against us when we married. We were young (did I already say that?), in a long distance relationship, and had known each other only a few short months before we tied the knot. To make matters worse, we had only met in person three times prior to living together. Talk about insane. And yet, here we are today more in love than ever. I think the trick is liking and loving the person you are with. Oh, and making sure you are both cat lovers. That is important. ;-)

Tonya:  Do you have a day job?

Amber:  I did up until a month ago. I have a master's degree in library science and was working for New York Public Library as a librarian. My wife found a better job which meant moving to Florida so the four of us (two cats) packed up and moved over a thousand miles. I'm still mentally unpacking though our boxes are mostly gone. While I'd love to be a full-time writer, reality dictates me finding a job down here.

Tonya:  Congrats on the move! Some of us have things we do to get into the writing frame of mind like music, or drinks. Do you have anything special you do to get into the writing mood?

Amber:  Hmm, actually what tends to get me in the writing mood is realizing the characters are already yelling at me to get their story written. Yes, I hear voices. The characters talk out their dialog in my head, and I start writing it down to keep sane.  So I guess I'm saying writing is cheaper than psychiatric drugs and a lot more fun. You can't share a nervous breakdown but you can a sexy and erotic story.

Tonya:  Where do you keep story ideas? Where do they come from?

Amber:  I keep story ideas jotted down in a word file or in my head. I can't remember to make a phone call, but I can remember story ideas for months at a time. I've tried to figure out where my stories come from and to tell the truth I don't know. I think each one is a flight of fantasy sparked by something I've seen, heard, or tasted. Perhaps it is the way a man tips his hat or the tight fitting jeans accenting a nice pair of buttocks. The spark lights then flares into a full on passionate story.

Tonya:  Tell us who your publisher is?

Amber:  At this point, all my books are published by Renaissance E-books under the Sizzler Editions imprint.

Tonya:  Congrats on getting the contracts with a publisher! Are you a daytime writer, night time writer, and do you have to be alone to write?

Amber:  I actually write at all times. When the muse strikes, I try to get my fingers immediately onto a keyboard. I don't allow myself though if I have to be up the next day to work at another job. I prefer to be alone or have only my wife around. I do need quiet.

Tonya:  What advice would you give to new authors?

Amber:  Make sure your characters are as real as people you interact with daily. A reader wants flesh and bones to sink their teeth into.

Tonya:  Do you write better when you first have an idea of what your characters look like or do you write, then add character looks?

Amber:  I don't need to know what a character looks like physically, but I do need to know what they look like emotionally and intelligently.

Tonya:  What attracts you most about men?

Amber:  Personality and intelligence.

Tonya:  We’re dying to hear about your latest book. What can you tell us without spoiling the storyline?

Amber:  Interesting that you should ask. I have a book that will be coming out soon called Mating Cry. It is a paranormal romance about a man falling for co-worker completely out of his league. And by league I mean she isn't exactly human, but he doesn't know that yet. When he does, a one night stand turns into a fight for his future.

Tonya:  Sounds intriguing! Where can our readers find you and your books?

Amber:  All my books are available through Amazon, Renaissance Ebooks, and Barnes and Noble. Visit my website, follow me on Twitter as BDSMErotic and Facebook as Amber Rose Thompson. I've started a Goodreads account but need to ramp up my presence there.

Tonya:  GoodReads is a good place to be, too! Lots of readers there. Is there anything else you want to tell our readers?

Amber:  Thank you. Thank you for trusting me enough to suspend disbelief and enter the worlds I create.

Tonya:  What is your favorite night time snack?

Amber:  Triscuits

Tonya:  Do you like toppings on your ice cream?

Amber:  Chocolate sprinkles but only if they are real chocolate not chocolate colored wax. I do have standards.

Tonya:  What’s your favorite meal - Italian, Mexican, Thai, etc?

Amber:  Definitely Indian. The spices! The flavors! The heat!

Excerpt from Primal Needs 

    Helena is a Domme in the board room separating people into those she can control and those she must eliminate. But she is about to meet a creature far more dominating and demanding than her. When she becomes a vampire's prey her world crashes down around her. For some monsters are better left to the dark world of horror and fairy tales. Helena must tame the hunter's heart or face eternal life in death. Another masterpiece of fantasy, romance and bondage by Amber Rose Thompson. PRIMAL NEEDS has everything a fan of romantic BDSM needs - and then some!


Constantine angled the chauffeur's cap down to shade his eyes from the setting sun. Behind the darkest of sunglasses, his eyes watered to prevent corneas from splitting. A few more minutes of pain, then the sun's rays would be below the horizon.
He leaned his back against the limousine, and felt the car shudder as his weight bore down from an angle the designer's never intended. Methodically he clenched and unclenched his hands, muscles flexing under a jacket already stretched to the maximum, causing seams to snap a few threads in defeat.
Waiting was the worst when it involved the hellhole of L.A. days. Rome was far better with the subterranean tombs and vaults. He missed Rome. L.A. only had water under the soil, what a waste of a large land mass with so many inhabitants. But L.A. was where she was, and he'd tracked her here from Rome.
His cell phone buzzed.
Reaching into the inner pocket of the jacket, he flicked the phone on without hesitation. As his mouth opened to speak, his body went rigid and straight. Game time, he licked his lips quickly, before resuming the chauffeur appearance of understated indifference.
"Speak, it's clear." He checked himself. Playing the minion was grating on his nerves. "I mean the line is clear, Sir. She hasn't summoned me yet." He chuckled throatily; making sure the phone was far enough away not to pick up on his vocal vibrations.
"You in place?"
Constantine heard the sweat beading up on the man's skin from across the phone. Did the man even know Constantine scared him? Probably not. Joe Smith, as Constantine nicknamed him, couldn't deal rationally with fear and would chalk it up to high blood pressure.
"Yes, Sir." Constantine tried a salute, but found it too humorous to bother.
"Where are you?"
The guy really thought you kidnapped a high ranking business woman by talking directly to the hired thug? "I'm outside the Palmer building standing by the limousine. The secretary called me to be here in ten minutes."
"So you're early?"
Give the big man a bone. He got one without too much mental ordeal. "That's correct, sir."
"Good, make sure you take no detours and bring her directly to the holding location. See to it her cell phone is disabled. We can't afford her alerting the authorities."
Well, duh. Really this man didn't deserve to get his hands on Helena Palmer, and he wouldn't. "Of course, sir, all taken care of."
The phone went quiet in his hand. Constantine didn't have to look at the phone to speed dial Jason. The connection crackled then went clear, probably the damn sun polluting the airways.
"We are a go." Constantine felt his legs take the last brunt of the sun and his eyes begin to dilate back into the comfort range.
"Do I make ready for you tonight or wait? I'm already at the warehouse. Men can be here in twenty."
Constantine had hired Jason on a whim and kept him around for intelligence. Constantine suspected Jason could turn alpha were the situation right. Jason was too good at second guessing him for a spark of telepathy not to be present, waiting to ignite. Jason was good, maybe too good for them to continue working together much longer.
"Call them in." Constantine's eyes squinted, trying to shut out the sun.
"Normal protocol? Or special care?"
"Special care, this one will be devourable. I want ones with total control." Constantine forced his eyes open.
* * * *
Helena Palmer rolled the red scrunchy down her hand and cinched it around her wavy hair, pulling red curls up away from her neck. The white of her skin bespoke failure in getting herself out of the office to enjoy a good baking in the summer sun.
Her invisible arm hairs prickled at the thought of heat flushing her peach skin into cardinal red burns. Sometimes a little pain was worth it. Afterwards, she'd have the most luscious tingles and itches that made her take notice of every inch of her body. There would be no problem sitting erect for days on end after one hour of being bikini-clad in the surf.
She kicked off one of her black satin pumps to bury her foot in the carpet and imagine sand seeping up between toes with the squelch of trapped water brimming over and sucking her foot down further into muck. It was so close. If she opened her window and leaped over a few buildings there she would be, just her, sand, and the waves drowning out the incessant chatter of boardroom meetings and whispered secret knives already unsheathed.
Looking at her watch, she put her shoe back on. The moving hands of the watch confirmed what her view said, the sun was setting and another day missed of seeing the ocean without plate glass between her and the salty air.
At this rate, she'd be lucky if she ate dinner at home. Nothing tempted her growling stomach that didn't have the added crunch of sand whipped into it from a stiff breeze picking up white foam and tossing it onto the beach.
She cuffed the side of each bronze highlighted cheek to bring her mind back into the game. Sand would have to wait; she had an acquisition to prepare for. Come tomorrow, she would be adding Clark Trading to the group of assets her family commandeered.
L.A. was losing one more start-up business, and Palmer Enterprises gaining another brokerage. All that stood in the way of an easy and quick acquisition process was convincing the losers they were being merged into Palmer Enterprises rather than eviscerated.
Helena bent her long neck from side to side, enjoying each pop and grind her vertebrae made as the discs relinquished the vise grip lock on her spine and let her slip back into the chair, her feet no longer touching the floor. Inadvertently a sigh escaped her tight lips and her head lolled back until it hit the high back of her chair. And she was back on the job.
Moving to the edge of her chair, she shifted old papers out of the way, and moved a new pile into her prime focus point. It was time to decide which marketing letter to use tomorrow for employees coming into Clark Trading and discovering they were assets of Palmer Enterprises.
A smile flicked across her lips before settling back to a monotone expression. She woke her screen up from sleep mode and watched as the network absorbed the Clark mainframe and altered calculations to include the new juicy bits she'd just fed into the coffers.
Her nostrils flared a bit longer than her smile had lasted, and her stomach churned along with the alterations in the daily tallies. She hungered for meat, the rawer the better. She pulled her pinpoint stare away from the computer and fanned out the marketing letters.
No one reading the letter was going to care about artful writing, no matter how many times they read and reread the letter after the initial adrenaline wore off. What they wanted to know was if their paychecks stopped or not. Hell with it, any one would do.
She took the letter from the bottom of the pile and brought it to the top. It would keep the masses subdued long enough for the new manager's welcome speech.
A sharp rap on her door saved the chosen letter from being mutilated by her spindle. The door opened without her having to address the intrusion. Backlit by the brighter lights outside, her secretary stood framed by the door with Helena's jacket over an arm and purse and brief case in hand.
Reny stepped in far enough to be officially inside and no further. "Your jacket and purse, ma'am."
Helena's face remained motionless.
Reny stood firm under the watchful interrogation.
"I see that. The question is why you have my jacket and purse. I did not ask for them." Helena folded her arms on the desk, crushing the rejected letters.
"Yesterday you told me you were to be evicted from your office by 7 PM whether you summoned me or not." Reny held her arm away from her body so the jacket remained uncreased. "And you decided to enter my lair without permission." Helena opened up a drawer to her left and shifted amidst the contents, then closed it.
"I figured either way I could lose, ma'am, so I went with the last direct order you gave me. I couldn't figure out a way to evict you without coming in."
Helena pushed her chair back and stood up. "How long have you been working for me?" She marched around the desk to face Reny off a body's length away.
"Three years, ma'am." Her stiff hands prevented the purse from swaying.
"Add a note to tomorrow's schedule. Put down I am to give you a raise. Oh and send the top letter to marketing for final write up." She took the briefcase and purse from Reny and moved around the motionless girl.
Reny snapped in place behind Helena's heels, following her boss out into the foyer and pushing the elevator button before Helena needed to. "The chauffeur is at the main entrance. I will call down to let him know you are a minute away."
Helena moved into the elevator without answering; she turned around and caught a last sight of Reny's stoic face before the doors sealed her in and shot her down to the main floor automatically. The girl had definite potential. Time to up her task list and see how she coped at commanding and delegation.
Doors opened for her as she walked out of the building. She stopped short on the sidewalk when what she expected to see differed with reality. The standard sedan, of which they owned three, wasn't there. Instead, a stretch limousine monopolized the drop-off zone, forcing pedestrian traffic to find an alternative method off the curb rather than the ramp.
Nina, no, Reny, was good. Just what did the girl have in mind? The hulk of a chauffeur towered over the top of the car, even nicer touch. Had Reny handpicked him from the agency? He certainly wasn't one of the chauffeurs on the payroll. A body like that wasn't forgettable. She would wager a good bet that he walked silently like a big cat on the prowl and could clear a sidewalk without even a glance. He was someone she could definitely use around more, very nice.
She watched the jacket fail to hide the lines of his bulging muscles. Just who or what was he intending to pounce on? Now here was a guy she should have at Clark tomorrow to keep the payroll in check.
She found her tongue fighting to get past teeth to lick her lips. Down tongue, not in daylight where enemies could be watching. Her nostrils wriggled. Why?
She detested cologne; it masked the real smell of a man. As he got closer, her nostril could not be stilled, and her stomach growled, or was that her throat? Reny was definitely getting a raise tomorrow, and double what she'd originally intended.
His hand engulfed the handle of the rear door and ratcheted it open. She almost felt pity for the metal under his grip, almost. She couldn't help but wonder what that grip would do to bone and sinew for both good and bad. He screamed bodyguard in the making, and her father had been on to her to get one with the last batch of threats against her.
He tipped his cap at her while opening the door. Stepping back to let her in, his jacket brushed the tips of her fingers. It had to be static electricity, but Helena would have sworn her body jolted back a step or two. Could blood percolate, because something like soda water swished through her veins?
She tried pulling herself together to get into the car with dignity, but his hand came out to hold her arm, steadying her as she ducked inside and sat down. Sweat formed where his hand was, sealing her silk top and jacket together, so she felt like her clothing shrank while her lungs worked overtime.
It wasn't until the door closed on her, and she tracked the shadows through the shaded windows stating his location, that she noticed there was a glass of champagne poured for her and that she no longer had her purse. When the hell had he taken it? This was certainly not normal protocol?
She was formulating a complaint when her mind registered three things coming together so quickly she would have sworn it was mechanically controlled. The backseat doors locked, the window between her and the driver closed, and the car started.
Well he didn't waste any time in performing his duties, though she would have to censure him on absconding with her purse, at least her briefcase was still with her. Not his place to think what she would need, even if he was right. That was definitely a spark of forward thinking she would be strangling before much more time passed.
The car revved into park mode. Curiosity rarely was an attribute blamed on her, but exactly where was he taking her? It wasn't Reny's job to decide her destination, but with the champagne and limousine clearly the girl had something in mind and well the night was young.
How much was the guy behind the wheel willing to do for his payment? She pushed the talk button. "What time were you scheduled for?" She needed a few basics to formulate a plan.
"As long as it takes."
To the point, very attractive and so full of innuendos. Was Reny really this good at calculating her needs? There was only one way to find out. After all, rest and relaxation always required a bit of extracurricular activity and a good orgasm would do just the trick. His body screamed the ability to hold out until she was satiated. Clearly he could hold her down if needed so she didn't dislodge a shoulder or hip.
She pushed the talk button again. "To the Seaside Hilton then." It wasn't plausible to take him home like a good little puppy trained to lick appropriately, but the Hilton knew well enough to keep a room at the ready for her and to have all eyes covered.

* * * *

She was looking around. Her shoulder and head twitches declared she was calculating her placement, trapped animal or safe zone? God she was gorgeous. Through the rearview mirror, Constantine watched her check him out then turn her head away.
He forced his hands to clench around the steering wheel then open. One clench, two, three, shit, four, five, six. He couldn't let her get to him. He needed to repeat the gesture. Seven, eight nine, he could do this.
And ten.
The glass and plastic between them was nothing more than a wisp of mist that could be cleared with a good blow of his primed knuckles. This close, nothing prevented her scent from filling up the car and his nostrils. He really didn't need more proof, but the spiked champagne was clear cut, not even the strongest of his desires could contrive up such evidence for his wants. If it took her down...
She leaned back into the plush seat now, unbuttoning her blazer. Her shoulders rolled back, straining the top button of her blouse the button struggling to keep her breasts covered from his eyes. Strapless bra, interesting, she didn't like to be confined more than necessary.
His pants tightened, and he had to shift in the seat, which reminded him the car was still in park. He didn't want to start up until she had taken the first sip, but how much longer was she going to make him wait?
There it was. Her fingers moved to the glass, stopping to feel the coolness on her fingers and luxuriate in what was about to cross her lips. His own tongue curled up in his mouth wanting to shout for her to go faster. God she was killing him.
Yes, the glass was moving in an arc that culminated in her lips. What were her teeth like? Would she make him wonder by barely parting her lips? Damn, she was a tease. The rim of the glass glided past the pout of her lower lip, and her head tilted ever so slightly back.
This woman would make a killing on Madison Avenue. Those lips alone could sell vodka to someone allergic to alcohol.
And touch down. Cup lowered, he watched her throat for signs of a swallow. God, she was savoring the taste, moving it around in her mouth. Her jaws moved side to side as if saying 'no' to him.
God damn it swallow. And there it was, going down. How far down did her throat go? How much could she take without gagging? Closing his eyes to rid himself of the thought, he missed the final descent of the liquid churning past her esophagus and heading down to the stomach held in by the tightness of her skirt.
His eyes opened with a snap. How much had his meditation cost him? Ah, good. She was putting the cup down, and a little sloshed over the side of the rim and beaded down the fluted sides to pool on the tray. Her head bobbed, eye lids closing while she slid down into the seat, collapsing in a heap, head against her knees.
Blood had spoken and vindication was his. No one would question him ever again after a few weeks. He'd pegged her from the first sniff in Rome and all the shadowing and wrangling to get this gig was pay dirt. Constantine arched his neck back and howled, sound-proof cars rocked as did tinted glass. Humans did have some usefulness with their inventions and he'd let some live. But they really had to do something about L.A.
Crunching the gearshift into drive, he careened out of the cul-de-sac and let other driver's yield to him as he merged with traffic. A flick of his eyes showed a very lovely woman had fallen sideways in the back of his car. Saliva ran down the sides of his fangs, and he wiped the liquid residue that didn't get swallowed back onto his sleeve.
Game time.

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Saturday, October 20, 2012

The story inside Come Tame Me - Book One!

Coming March 2013!

     Who's curious about the story line? Will it be a hot read? OMG! Now that's a silly question! The ranch will be set in the contemporary west, just not sure what state but it'll definitely be in a rural area with enough grazing pasture space and a sprawling estate!

    The heroine is Cassandra (Cassi) Harrison and the hero is Gabriel (Gabe) Jackson. Their relationship didn't end well when she left as a teenager of 15 when her parents divorced, Her mother hauled her east to Tennessee. Cassi had lost all trust in Gabe and refused to have anything further to do with him so moving that far away suited her just fine.

     Her mother remarried after they moved...to a rich rancher who adopted her. He gave her a new name and began teaching her all she'd need to know about shooting guns, riding and roping, running a ranch, along with learning the books to run and maintain a profitable business. Cassi grew into a strong woman who didn't take shit from any man nor did she allow herself to fully trust another man, not after Gabe!

     A letter arrives that takes her back to her father's ranch and opens wounds she'd rather not revisit pertaining to her father. She eventually comes face to face with Gabe and the shocking memories of their last meeting before she left!

     I hope I've whet your appetite for an erotic read that will have you turning pages so fast it'll heat up that hard drive on your e-reader! I'd like to know your thoughts on where you'd like to see the ranch....Wyoming Rockies, Montana foothills, or spread out in Colorado. Please leave your comments and let's chat a bit! Muah!

Monday, October 15, 2012

New Release for Elizabeth Kolodziej - Erotic Paranormal Romance

Elizabeth Kolodziej
Erotic Paranormal Romances

       Welcome to another party for Elizabeth's new book, Witch Devotions! If you're a fan of her series, you've been waiting for this one. If you've not read her series yet, check out books one and two below. Book three takes place in Vegas so what better place to throw a party! We've taken over one of the bars inside Harrah's this week so thank them on your way out! The band is playing, the drinks are flowing and the friends have gathered! Thank you for coming!
       Elizabeth is having a giveaway at the bottom and the drawing will be Saturday, the 20th! She's giving away one of the new e-books! You can earn additional entries so be sure to take a few minutes and get your entries in. Psst - you can come back throughout the week to tweet and earn more entries! Elizabeth, come on up for a few minutes while we have their attention!

Elizabeth:  Thank you all for joining me this month as I hop from blog to blog. You can find out where I'll be next if you click over to my site. I want to share a bit about Witch Devotions with you:

Book Blurb: Witch Devotions

     With Trent gone, Faith, the last witch in the world, feels she cannot go on without him. The pain grows so intense that she shuts out her friends and loved ones to be alone, unsure of what to think about the paranormal world anymore. But when on a trip to see Gordon she realizes what she can do to make the pain go away. A spell.
     The spell ends up back firing and Faith has now forgotten the past six months. All the memories of vampires, werewolves, and her magical training have vanished. And the first to find her is Louis who comes to whisk her away and change the course of her life forever.
     Webs of lies and deceit have Faith feeling powerless and so scared that when Louis gives her the option of becoming a slayer she takes it, hoping to get revenge on the race she believes stole the past six months of her life away. With the Goddess Circe interfering, Lilith still missing and Faith unable to remember Trent, no one knows what will happen next!
     However, when a stranger enters her life bringing with him secrets to her missing memories, Faith can no longer trust those around her and must figure out for herself who is good and who is evil, the world of vampires and werewolves or that of slayers. The coin is still up in the air and Faith must make a choice of where her devotions lie.

Book 3: Witch Devotions

Developing New Characters

      I love writing sex. A show of hands please, who likes a good sex scene in the book you’re reading? Oh wow. Maybe I should of asked who doesn’t!
     Writing sex in PNR compared to erotica is two different conquests (my word of the day hehe). With Erotica there are only the boundaries of the author (and/or publisher) set for how explicit and naughty I can be.
     For instance, I won’t write rape scenes. Just can’t do it. I think sex is beautiful and something that should be consensual. However, tying up a character and blind folding them? I’m on it! Literally sometimes.
      But guess what I love just as much?
     I love developing a new character that is different from any other I have before and just so perfect for the scene that they are going to need another appearance in another book. Which is what I am doing with Sully (Sultras) from Demon Protection Plan (a novella in the anthology: The Sexiest Time of the Year: Erotic Encounters at the Yule Season). The story is from his POV and he is the main character in the new story From Demons, With Lust being published by Sizzler Editions.
     On a side note, how awesome of a title is that? I fell in love when I came up with it. And it goes with the story so well because it is all about lust. We are talking about demons here and everything.
     With all this said, I would love to show you an excerpt from my new novella and introduce a new character, Serena, who will be in the fourth book in The Last Witch Series, Demonic Charms (coming out 2013). This chick is going to give Faith a run for her money when it comes to Trent! I’ll tell you that much!

Excerpt From Demons, With Lust:

     “Don’t flatter yourself, like I said at the beginning, I was bored.” With a hand on the railing and the other on her drink, I felt her stare out of the corner of her eye. “So what is it?”
     Chest heaving with the breath I took in I put my arms over the edge as I cupped my drink and leaned forward. “Do you know anything about bonds?”
     “Human or demon bonds?”
     That was an intriguing thought. Kasidy was classified as both so it might not be down to a science when it came to her. “Let’s start with demons.”
   With a lingering suspicion she puckered her lips before making a smacking sound with her tongue. “Because demons are normally born as demons, and not at some point a human, they are incapable of bonding for life the same way vampires and humans do. As demons we are not born with the ability or knowledge of love, the closest emotion being that of lust. However, we do have an innate talent for protecting that which we believe to be our property. Do you see where the difference lies?”
     “People who fall in love to create that strong bond don’t see the one they love as property?”
     “Bingo, baby.” She pointed her finger at me like a gun and winked at me.
     I swirled the liquid around my ice filled glass. “What do you find more important to you, as a demon, power or a lust filled bond?”
     Her tiny giggle made me shiver from the thoughts of passionate nights we had spent in each other’s beds. The way she ran her tits up and down my shaft was more than most men of any species could handle. “That is a good question. For me, it is all about the lust. That is only because I don’t care about power. As long as I am not a slave to someone I can handle taking some orders.”
     “So you have proven more than once.” My beaming smile was met with the taste of sultry erotic pleasure seeping from her pores.
     “Would your mind be on me or this chicky you have this bonding hoopla for?” While cocking a hip and placing her hand on her waist Serena took a sip of her drink.
     I wasn’t positive why she would care and it bothered me that she asked. “How’s Trent doing?” I sucked on the side of my cheek before chugging the rest of my scotch. Trent being the vampire she had been infatuated with since the eighteen hundreds was a sore subject, but I couldn’t help throwing it in her face after the comment she made.
     Gawking at me, she traced her tongue across the front of her teeth, hip still cocked. “In New York from what I hear. I don’t care.” Waving a hand she set her sights back to the ocean view.
     I chuckled at her dismissive state that was an obvious ruse turned caper after the scheme wasn’t practical to use. “Why bother with power when lust is around the corner?” I took in the whole idea as we stood together in silence.
     “Then again, you have always hated the idea of being ordered around. I can see why the thought of authority entices you more. But maybe you should take one thought into consideration.”

Tonya:  She's definitely a feisty character to be reckoned with! Good luck on the books and the series. You've got plenty to keep you busy and your readers downloading!

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