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Stone Chameleon (An Ironhill Jinn Novel) by Jocelyn Adams – Interview/Excerpt

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Series:  Ironhill Jinn, book #1

Genre:  Urban Fantasy

Publisher:  MuseItUp Publishing

Release Date:  May 24th, 2013

Keywords:  jinn, vampires, elves, fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, romantic, mystery, suspense, humor, kelpies, elementals, paranormal.

Blurb:

When a series of unusual murders point to Lou Hudson, Ironhill’s equal rights advocate, as the primary suspect, she has but one choice: find the real perpetrator before her trial begins or face execution.

Lou, the last of the jinn, survives by hiding her abilities after the rest of the elementals fell victim to genocide. As a preternatural pest exterminator and self-proclaimed guardian of the innocent, she’s accustomed to trudging through the dregs of society. Hunting down a pesky murderer should be easy, especially with help from the dashing and mischievous local media darling.

For Lou, though, nothing is ever simple. When she discovers the killer’s identity, to reveal it would unearth her secret and go against her strict moral code, resulting in a deadly catch twenty-two.

Author Interview:

About You:

So have you ever written under another name?

I’m actually attempting to juggle three pen names at the moment.  J  I write adult mainstream fiction under Jocelyn Adams, erotica under another name, and I’m in the process of writing two young adult novels under yet another name.  My muse has a mind of his own, and he likes a little variety in our creativity.

Do you have pieces of work that you think will never see light of day?

Oh yes, at least two completed novels – one young adult PNR and one erotic, and several other half completed ones that I’ve pillaged ideas and characters from to incorporate into stronger stories elsewhere.  It’s possible I might revisit one of my earliest works, but I have so many other ideas floating around, I doubt it.

About Your Book:

Is there a message in your book that you want readers to grasp?

My message is summed up nicely in the dedication which I’ll share with you:

For those brave enough to stand between prejudice and its victims,

who see beauty in the soul instead of the skin,

and who can walk among all races, creeds, orientations,

and religions and see only friends.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Earnest Hemmingway said it best:  “The hardest part of writing a novel is finishing it.”  The last ten chapters are always the most complicated as that’s where the weaving together of the storylines, and setting up for the next book if applicable, come into play.  I always drag my feet on those.  So satisfying to type THE END, though, which helps me push through.

Once we finish this book and fall in love with your characters, we are going to want the next book immediately.  What can you tell your readers to help calm their hunger for more?

For those who follow my work, they already know how cruel I am to my characters, so I’ll say only this…Isaac is going to make Lou’s life hell for a while, as well as tempt her in ways she never dreamed of.

About Writing in General:

Do you have a method for creating your characters, their names and what do you think makes them believable?

My characters often create themselves.  I begin a book with a general idea of who a character is, along with a name that usually just comes to me, and then let the character lead me where they want to go.  I bring them to life by putting them in the most horrendous situations I can imagine and letting them find their way out of it.  It’s worked out well so far.  J

When was the last time you wrote something you didn’t expect to write?

Just recently actually.  I’m writing a new adult PNR, and a scene that hadn’t so much as flitted through my mind was suddenly on the paper.  It was an odd experience for me, but the scene changed everything in the book.

Miscellaneous:

What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

There are those out there who like to be mean, and I put myself out there knowing my work wouldn’t be for everyone, so I honestly don’t look too hard at the negativity in the reviews.  My beta readers put me through my paces, and those criticisms I take and learn from to make myself better.

The best compliment I’ve ever received was:  “Bless you for not writing the easy ending.  I’ve been thinking about this story for days, so bravo to you.”  That particular story was a tragedy, and I knew not everyone would enjoy the bittersweet ending, but this reader got it, felt it, took it to heart as I meant them to.  That was enough to make the story worthwhile to write.

Fun Questions:

If you could have any automobile, which would you have?

I’d totally have a Porche 911 turbo if I had the money.  Sexy, goes like hell, and it’s all wheel drive.  On yeah. *shivers*

Wrap-Ups

Okay, so everyone has had a chance to see your awesomeness. Where can they go to snag their own copy of your novel?

Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the Web. I really wish you the best of everything. But before you go…where can we follow you?

Thanks so much for the chat today, it was fun.  You can connect with me here:

Website  |  BlogFacebook  |  Twitter  |  Goodreads

Excerpt:

A flare shot over the rooftops to our left. I dove at Blake and slammed him to the pavement as another column of fire streaked toward us. The flames seared my back. The dragon bat was not a happy camper. Someone landed on my backside, crushing a grunt out of me and pounding my shoulder blade while Blake gasped beneath me.

“Bloody hell, Amun,” I said, before I realized he did it to put out the flames eating up my shirt. “Oh, I see. Thanks.”

He pulled me up, and the three of us ducked behind a car in the parking lot beside the Whip and Tickle, a vampire fetish-wear shop. The owl-sized bat swooped over us again, blasting an inferno that exploded the front window of the shop, sending studded leather and melted mannequins onto the sidewalk.

Three of the other creatures we’d hunted lay dead on other streets, the scorpion included, all by my sword when I’d been left with two options: kill or die. Twelve more were contained in three trucks. The bat remained the only unwelcome visitor in Fangtown. Other than us, of course.

“This is madness, Lou.” Amun panted beside me, his arms rising to shield his head as the bat exhaled on a Mini Cooper two cars over, the crackling and popping suggesting we should find a new hiding place.

“I agree with Mr. Bassili,” Blake said, his drawl worsening with his fright. “What the hell in a hand grenade do we do now?”

Rudy poked his almost translucent head out from behind the newspaper boxes he dove behind during the first fiery blast. The poor guy shook so badly I’d have been surprised if he could see anything. I gestured to him to stay put. “We’ve scared it, not something you want to do to a dragon bat.” A deep exhalation centered me enough to think. “I seem to recall the pecking order in a colony of bats. If we want protection from the dominants, we must present an offering of food.”

“And that helps us how?” Amun, his face blackened with soot and smeared with dirt, tilted to rest against the tire of the car, appearing as frazzled as I’d ever seen him. The sight induced a belly laugh that wouldn’t be contained.

He took on a strange expression of one eyebrow cocked and a half-grin, as if he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended. “What?”

I waved him off. “Nothing, I think I’m just losing my marbles.” Rising up enough to see around the car to Rudy, I shouted, “Rudy, do you have any rodents in your truck? Rats or mice?”

“No,” he hollered back, “but I can call some for you.”

I nodded. “As fast as you can.”

Flapping came from our rears. Crackling. A blast tossed the front of a car up until it crashed down on its hood, crushing a Mazda behind it.

“Move!” I shoved at Amun and tugged Blake toward the back of the fetish shop, since it was much closer than the front where flames still poured out of the broken window. Amun kicked out with a startling force against the wooden door. It took three tries, but it finally gave. My, but he was strong. We rushed inside and crouched behind a cement wall beside a set of stairs leading down.

“What do you want the rats for?” Amun asked with obvious suspicion. “Tell me you don’t want one of us to go out there and dangle something for that thing to come and snatch, probably toasting us to a golden brown in the process? Because I think I’ve grown a healthy dose of sympathy for marshmallows right about now.”

“Don’t worry, Amun. I’m going, not you. We just need to listen for Rudy to come back, if he hasn’t chickened out and run for the hills. Hopefully rats like to hang out here and aren’t snapped up for evening snacks.” There was a reason the umikan stuck to small, normal pests, other than his ability to talk to them. Although he’d deal with the scarier stuff when the need called for it, he usually didn’t have enough courage to fill a thimble.

“What?” Amun palmed his forehead. “You can’t be serious.” He gestured toward the door. “Have you been oblivious to the destruction that thing caused just in the last ten minutes? It’s pissed, and I don’t think it’s going to care about some little morsel you offer it.” His frown tugged at his features. “Why are you smiling like that?”

I shrugged, hopped up on adrenaline and enjoying the sight of the great Amun Bassili squirming. “This is what I do for a living.”

“You’re enjoying this?” Both of his eyebrows jacked up.

“Yup,” Blake said, rolling his eyes and chuckling from deep in his belly. “Weirdest broad I ever knew. Takes a bit of starch outta the ole manhood, don’t it?”

I wiped the char from my hands onto my jeans. “To do a job one takes no pride in is a travesty, in my opinion.”

At Rudy’s shout from beyond the wall, I said, “Stay here. Don’t come out until I call or you could send the bat into fits again.”

About the Author:joceadams

Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she’s a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for dark fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn’t shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.

 

Links:

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Blood Purple by Ashley Nemer – Guest Blog

Blood Purple Tour

Harlie’s Review of Blood Purple

If you haven’t checked out the review of Blood Purple, the link is above.  Great book and it was different from the usual vampire books.  Great start to a series.

In a world we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective. Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula Vampire. And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath.

Guest Post:

Writing…that hobby that will forever provide you enjoying. To me it’s the best thing that I could do to pass the time on a lazy Sunday, dreary Monday or a happy Friday. It doesn’t matter what day of the week it is or what is going on in the outside world there is always something for me to write. It is the hobby that will keep on giving.

How many of you keep your stress and frustrations pent up? How many have no outlet for the feelings inside and you keep them that way until you explode? Honestly I think that’s all of us, we all have things that stay hidden and we don’t know how to push them out and to the surface. It took me a long time to realize how valuable writing is to me. Well, not just writing, creativity as a whole. It comes together and with every facet of our being.

Writing…that hobby that will forever give you fulfillment. There are so many ways you can pick up a pen and bring joy to someone. It’s as easy as sending a letter to a long lost friend or relative. Jotting down a poem in the middle of the day when you’re feeling overwhelmed with some thoughts. Sitting down at your comfy desk and plugging out a blog or short story. You never know where writing will lead you.

One thing I love about writing is I can go anywhere and be anything I want. I don’t have to get dressed up and look fancy; I don’t have to fix my hair, hell I don’t even have to wear socks! Writing gives you that option to be as free as you allow yourself. I honestly believe that it’s this freedom that stirs creativity.

When I sit at my laptop I always write with my eyes closed. I visualize where I am, am I on an island in the Caribbean? Am I sailing the seas of the Atlantic? Could I be on a plane across the world going to see a friend? Yes, yes yes yes! All of the above. That’s the ability you gain when you write.

One thing just occurred to me while my eyes were shut and I was daydreaming about my plane ride to Ireland…the audience here is probably made up of mostly readers. Ahh readers…the key to any author’s success. Without the reader we are nothing. When I spoke about writing and the endless fulfillment it provides, it’s in part because of all of you readers. The lengths you will go to in showing an author you love their works is amazing. The support, loyalty and encouragement from the readers are a driving force in a lot of what is transferred onto the page.

Personally, I know without a few key words of encouragement from a few fans my author days would have been numbered. So let me leave you with this thought for the day, writer or reader, take ten minutes out of your day and jot down a story, poem or thought. Take a collection of the year and at the end see what you have. Maybe it’s a book of poetry, maybe it’s a book of inspirational phrases. Maybe it’s just a few short stories. But read through the years’ worth of work and see what you have – it might be the next great American novel.

Excerpt:

             Hamza walks into the room with his guard looking at Nikole’s still body lying on the table. “Is she dead?” he questions.

“No sir, she passed out while we were in the middle of the procedure. We were doing like you instructed and burning her body with the needles when she went unconscious.  We thought it best to come get you right away.”

Hamza looks over her body, placing his fingers to her neck and feeling only a small hint of life.  His lips curve up in excitement as he anticipates what is yet to come. “Good, leave us alone.” He starts to walk around the table staring at her naked and bloodied body.

The room emptied out while Hamza continued to circle the table. He tried to decide what to do with this dead weight prisoner. Leaning over her body, he backhanded her jaw, the cracking of her bones deafening in the silence of the room. He heard her moan in agony while she slowly came to consciousness.

“Nikole, I think it would be best if you just gave me what I asked of you.  As soon as you tell me what we want to know this pain will all stop.” Taking his knife from the sheath on his belt, he placed the cold blade to her cheek. “I will cut your pretty little face apart.  Don’t think I won’t.”  Taking the tip of the blade he breaks the skin at the top of her left cheek and slowly cut lines into her face.  Droplets of blood ran down her cheek staining her flesh as he slashed her face.  Nikole’s voice is gone from all the screaming she has done and all she can do is heave a cry.  Her eyes are still forced open, not even tears can form since she can’t blink.  “Come on little Princess, just tell me where Zayn is so I can kill him. I promise this will all stop.” 

About the Author:

Ashley is married and lives in Houston with her husband Tony. They have two dogs named Toto and Doogie. They have been together for almost 8 years and he brings her more joy than she could ever imagine as a child. She loves to read and has been hooked on the romance genre ever since her lifelong best friend Laura gave her “Ashes to Ashes’ by Tami Hoag to read when they were younger.

 

 

Ashley finds her strength through her family, especially her parents. They always support her in life and they push her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that Ashley heard in her youth through her Taekwondo life ‘Reach for the Stars’ and that is what Ashley has always done. It was through her upbringing that the values Ashley has and display’s came from. With her Parents always cheering her on in life she was able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to conquer the world.

 

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Blood Spirit, a Sons of Navarus Novel by Gabrielle Bisset – Blog Barrage/Giveaway

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Giveaway Info:

$5 Amazon GC and swag pack from Sons of Navarus series (bookmarks, cover flats, trading cards). Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Feb 5. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.   Rafflecopter Link is at the bottom of the post.  Good Luck!

Blood Spirit (Sons of Navarus #3)

by Gabrielle Bisset

Erotic Paranormal Romance (Action)

Self-Published/Indie

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 65,000

Blurb

I am everything you seek. I am vampire.

Blessed with the gift of telepathy, Terek always knows what a woman wants. His gift has afforded him nightly sensual pleasures and exotic treats for centuries, but beneath the surface he yearns for much more.

Ilona can give him what his soul craves, but only if he trusts his heart. One fateful choice made out of desire puts all he cares for in danger. With a civil war and the threat of Archon hunters at every turn, this Son may lose everything if he can’t find the balance between heart and mind.

Available at…

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Spirit-Sons-Navarus-ebook/dp/B009AAS27Y/

B&N:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blood-spirit-gabrielle-bisset/1112881838

iTunes:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/blood-spirit-sons-of-navarus-3/id566343270?mt=11

Kobo:  http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Blood-Spirit-Sons-of-Navarus/book-zgwwX9B9WEihrXOz6-TrAg/page1.html

Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/239353

Reviews

“Gabrielle does an amazing job on putting a reader through so many emotions at once. I’m telling you now, if you haven’t read these books, you really need to. If you’re a fan of paranormal erotic romance, and love vampires, you will love these books.”5 Moons (Book Lovin’ Mamas)

“I have enjoyed every book in this series so far. I love the fact that there is more going on than just a love story. I like there is action and a mystery. Cant wait to see how it all plays out.”5 Stars Geri, Amazon customer

“With its great characters, vivid descriptions, engaging plot and steamy sex scenes Blood Spirit is a great addition to the Sons of Navarus series. Believe me, you’re going to want to hop aboard the Terek train and take him Blood Spirit for a ride!”4 Hearts (Riverina Romantics)

 

Book Trailer

http://youtu.be/j8m_i5D7wOw

Excerpt #2 (Adult):

Ilona sighed. “Terek, I don’t seem to be like any of your other vampires.”

She was right.

“I have thousands of vampires, Ilona. You’ve just seen the ones who live here.”

“Are they all women?”

Shaking his head, he laughed. “No. Not all of them. Does that matter?”

He saw it did matter by the way her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly. “Ilona, what’s wrong?”

She closed her eyes and turned away so he couldn’t see her face. “I’ve never been like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I barely know you and my head tells me I have every reason to hate you. I know this. But I’m consumed by jealousy at the thought of you with these women and thousands I haven’t even met.”

Terek stared silently at her, unsure of what to say. It was perfectly natural she would be attracted to him. Vampires were sensual beings, and the pull of a sire to a vampire was common. Everything she was experiencing was exactly as it should be.

Before he could tell her this, she turned toward him. “I don’t want to feel this way toward someone who doesn’t feel anything for me.”

The shame in her voice bothered him. Why did she think he felt nothing for her?

“I care about you as I care for all my vampires.”

That wasn’t exactly the truth. In fact, he cared much more for her after only such a short time.

“Chattel. Or worse, as a plaything. Somehow you’ve made me care for you, and I’m simply the latest addition to your collection.”

“Ilona, you’re not a plaything or part of a collection. I didn’t choose to sire you. You were dying because of another vampire’s choice and begged me to save you.”

“Even worse then. I’m a mistake you’re saddled with.”

Terek winced at the pain of her words. Mistake. She believed she was unwanted and unloved. She had no idea the effect she had on him and how much he struggled against the growing feelings for her inside him.

He let his desire control him and leaned toward her, taking her in his arms. A need to feel her mouth yielding to his overtook him, and he kissed her hard, needing her to understand how much he wanted her.

But she didn’t yield. Instead, she met his desire with her own, snaking her tongue past his lips to tease the tip of his tongue. Such a common act he’d experienced countless times before with women now excited him more than he could believe, and his cock sprang to life, pressing hard against his hipbone.

She tasted like some exotic fruit Jasmine seldom found at the market—a treat he rarely got to enjoy but relished so much more when he could. She clung to him by the neck as she pressed her body to his, leaving him in no doubt as to what she wanted.

He wanted it too.

“Ilona…” He stopped, unsure what he’d wanted to say as she slid her hand down the front of his pants.

Looking at him, her eyes wide, she said, “No, don’t say anything. I need this. I don’t want to think about who you are with the others. Even if you have to pretend, then pretend. Just let me have something about being a vampire that brings me happiness.”

Her hand felt like silk as she slid it up and down his stiff cock, grazing the tip just enough to make his hips come up off the bed. His mind was nowhere else but right there with her.

Groaning his desire for more, he tugged a fistful of hair, pulling her head so she looked into his eyes. “No pretending.”

About the AuthorGabrielleBisset-Photo

Gabrielle Bisset’s first book was released in June 2011, and since then readers have fallen in love with her paranormal stories with just the right amount of history thrown in. From her own creations, the Aeveren, to her vampires of the Sons of Navarus series, Gabrielle blends the genres of urban fantasy and paranormal romance in her own unique way. Her stories are sexy and smart, transporting the reader to another world.

When she’s not writing, she loves to relax with family and friends making great food and memories. Find out more about Gabrielle and her books at http://gbisset.blogspot.com/.

Connect with Gabrielle Bisset

Website: http://www.gabriellebisset.com/

Blog: http://gbisset.blogspot.com/

Sons of Navarus Website: http://sonsofnavarus.weebly.com/

Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Gabrielle-Bisset/135134056553049

Sons of Navarus FB Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/SonsOfNavarusSeries

Twitter: https://twitter.com/gabriellebisset

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/gabriellebisset/

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Blood Betrayed, a Sons of Navarus Novel by Gabrielle Bisset – Blog Barrage/Giveaway

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Giveaway Info:  Prize is a $5 Amazon GC and swag pack from Sons of Navarus series (bookmarks, cover flats, trading cards). Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Jan 29. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.  Rafflecopter Link is at the bottom of the post.  Good luck.

Blood Betrayed (Sons of Navarus #2)

by Gabrielle Bisset

Erotic Paranormal Romance (Action)

Self-Published/Indie

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 63,000

Available at…

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Betrayed-Sons-Navarus-ebook/dp/B0084U9OT6/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blood-betrayed-gabrielle-bisset/1110946275

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/blood-betrayed-sons-navarus/id566343081?mt=11

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Blood-Betrayed-Sons-of-Navarus/book-ptv2y0DeyU29FiDUjiQRZA/page1.html

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/239326

 

Blurb

I am everything forbidden. I am vampire.

Haunted by betrayal, Saint hides in the human world, giving his heart to no one and finding the only solace from his past in the arms of human women. Now as the Archons begin their takeover of the vampire world, this Son of Navarus has been marked for death.

Summoned to defeat the Archons by the world that shunned him, Saint must face his past and Solenne, the woman he loved and lost a century ago, for only in accepting her will his body and soul finally find salvation.

Reviews

“I just can’t say enough good things about this book. Gabrielle Bisset has another hit on her hands!”5 Hearts (Riverina Romantics)

“There were so many plot twists in this story! This is a fantastic series and I can not wait to read the next book!”5 Rating/An Alpha Howl (Bitten By Paranormal Romance)

“The second Sons of Navarus book, Blood Betrayed, picks up where Blood Avenged left off and does it ever pick things up. In this second book, the war with the Archons is in full swing, and another Son is in danger. This is as much a must read as Blood Avenged is. Definitely, this is a New Favorite!”5 Books (The Enchanted Book)

Book Trailer

http://youtu.be/wZOjFAbTqSQ

Excerpt #2 (Adult):

Solenne sat with her head in her hands at the kitchen table, her bruised arms the evidence of her sacrifice. Saint lightly ran his finger over the purple mark where he suspected the Archon had brutally misused her and cringed in anger at the look of pain he saw in her eyes when she looked up at him.

A growl escaped from his lips and his fangs slammed down into his mouth. “Who did this?”

Pushing past him, she shook her head. “Don’t. If this is what I have to endure to keep you safe and help the Sons defeat those bastards, then I do it willingly.”

“Tell me who did this, Solenne. I owe him.”

She spun around to face him, and the pained sound in her voice made him hate himself. “Why? So you can make everything I’ve done meaningless? So you can get yourself killed?”

Before he could answer, she was gone, but he’d seen the tears in her eyes. Anger mixed with the need to protect her, churning his gut into knots until he had to see her.

He had to let her know what she’d done wasn’t meaningless.

Her door was open, and she stood with her back to him. Already out of her clothes, she wore only a tank top and boy shorts that clung to every perfect curve on her body. His cock stiffened as his eyes took in the sight of her gorgeous legs. Long and lean, they were the kind of legs a man loved wrapped around him as he slid in and out of her wet cunt.

“Solenne,” he said almost in a whisper to not startle her, but it didn’t work. She spun around with her arms covering her full breasts that strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, but she couldn’t cover the bruises along her collarbone and across her shoulders.

Obviously inflicted that night, their redness had begun to fade to a deep purple where fingers had pressed roughly into her tender skin. Solenne saw the look of shock he didn’t try to hide from his eyes and scrambled to grab a shirt from the back of a nearby chair.

“What is this?”

“Nothing. Just leave it be.”

Saint took the shirt from her hand and threw it on the bed. “No.” Dipping his head, he softly pressed his lips to the darkest bruise on her left shoulder. Fucking Archon!

Gingerly, he ran his fingers over her skin, gently touching each bruise before raising his head to look at her.  “Solenne, I promise you here and now I’m going to kill the one who did this. I’ll drain him drop by drop until he begs for the release a stake will bring.”

Eyes wide with tears looked up at him, their blue color pale and watery. “Saint, don’t touch me like this if you don’t mean it.”

He meant it. He’d meant it in every dream he’d had of finally returning to her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her long and deep, drinking in the delicious taste of the lips he’d missed for so long.

God, he’d yearned to once again feel the touch of her skin next to his! Year upon year of lonely nights interrupted only by pale replacements ebbed from his memory now as his hands once again learned of the woman he’d always loved.

Solenne molded to him, setting his senses ablaze. His body craved to join with her, to finally reclaim that piece of his heart lost so painfully nearly a century ago. He slid his hands under her shirt to her breasts and worshipped them—their fullness in his palms, their deep pink tips pebbled from desire that begged for his mouth’s attention.

“Come.”

Taking her hand, he led her to the shower. “Don’t move.” A quick twist of the faucet handle and warm water streamed down from the showerhead.

“Do I look like I need a shower?” she asked in a teasing tone as he slipped the tank top over her head.

Saint looked down at her sexy mouth as he slid his thumbs under the waist of her shorts. “Always fighting me.”

Crouching in front of her, he slid the shorts down her legs and off her feet. Eye level with her pussy, he looked up and licked his lips. “I hope you don’t plan on fighting me now.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before he drew his finger up her wet slit. Solenne’s eyebrows knitted and she bit her lip. Her eyes slowly closed and tiny moans filled his ears.

“Don’t close your eyes. Watch me.”


About the AuthorGabrielleBisset-Photo

Gabrielle Bisset’s first book was released in June 2011, and since then readers have fallen in love with her paranormal stories with just the right amount of history thrown in. From her own creations, the Aeveren, to her vampires of the Sons of Navarus series, Gabrielle blends the genres of urban fantasy and paranormal romance in her own unique way. Her stories are sexy and smart, transporting the reader to another world.

When she’s not writing, she loves to relax with family and friends making great food and memories. Find out more about Gabrielle and her books at http://gbisset.blogspot.com/.

Connect with Gabrielle Bisset

Website: http://www.gabriellebisset.com/

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