Thanks so much for having me here today, Danita, to help me
celebrate the release of my latest contemporary romance Passion’s Pain. This
book may be a little different than what we’re used to seeing in a romance
novel, but I can assure you it is a love story at the core. I’ve created a bit
of an unconventional triangle. You’ll see what I mean…
Passion’s Pain by Ella Jade
One woman…two men. Who will she choose? The father or the
Lilli Daniels has been down on her luck for quite some time.
She’s been homeless, hungry and alone for far too long. When an intriguing,
older stranger enters the strip club where she’s waitressing her life takes on
a new direction.
Successful attorney Jackson Avis maintains complete control
of every aspect in his life. When he lays eyes on the beautiful, young Lilli
he’s captivated and has to have her. He tempts her with a life of privilege and
security. He introduces her to a world she never knew existed. Complications
arise when Jackson’s son and aspiring doctor Cameron expresses an interest in
his father’s girlfriend.
Lilli fights the attraction, but Cameron wants to give into
his heart’s desire. He’s the complete opposite of his controlling, manipulative
father and will stop at nothing to protect the woman he’s falling in love with.
Sometimes life leads you down one path only to bring you to
your true destiny. Can Lilli come to terms and figure out exactly who her heart
Lilli glanced down at the floor for a few seconds before
looking up and giving Jack a small smile. Her long black hair fell down the
center of her back and curled slightly at the ends. Her eyes were a most
alluring color. Jack couldn’t tell for sure in the dim lighting, but they
almost appeared violet. He’d never encountered such a unique woman before. He
knew right away a girl like her didn’t belong in a shit-hole like this.
“What would you like?” She looked down at the pad she held
and waited for his order.
“For you to have a seat.” He got up, pulled the chair out,
and then motioned for her to sit.
“What? No, I can’t. I’m working.”
Jack looked around and noted it wasn’t that busy.
“I think you can sit for a few minutes.” He smiled. “Pat
said you should give me what I want.”
“I-I don’t do that.” She shook her head. “Some of the
other girls here do, but not me.”
“I’m only asking you to sit and I rarely ask twice.” He felt
a sense of relief knowing she didn’t prostitute herself to the customers in
this disgusting place. “Please.”
“Just for a few minutes.” She looked around the bar and then
quickly took a seat.
“It’s nice to meet you, Lilli,” he said. “Do you have a last
“I do.” She was too busy looking into his eyes that he
thought maybe she forgot to finish answering.
Jack smiled and cleared his throat when he realized she was
staring at him.
“Oh, it’s Daniels.”
“I see. What do you do besides work here, Lilli Daniels?”
“I work at the bookstore over at the community college,” she
said. “I’m hoping to save enough money to take a few classes there in the
“It’s only January,” Jack said. “Why wait so long?”
“Classes are expensive.” She nervously fidgeted with the
cocktail napkin sitting on the table. “So, what do you do?”
“I’m an attorney. I have my own practice in the city.”
“Oh, that sounds interesting. I’d like to study law someday,
“A pretty ambitious goal.” He teased. “How old are you?”
Well, at least she’s legal. But, for a girl working in a
strip club trying to save money for school, she seemed awfully naïve. He
briefly wondered if it was an act to get men to feel sorry for her. Maybe she
knew exactly how to get a bigger tip out of her customers.
“Getting a bit of a late start with school, aren’t you?”
Jack asked. “My son is about your age and he’s in medical school.”
“My father’s not an attorney.” She ran her fingers through
her hair and Jack immediately recognized she was uncomfortable when she
mentioned her father. The lawyer in him needed to investigate a little further.
“What does your father do?”
“Are you ready to order?” she said. “I should be getting
back to work.”
“Not just yet.” He wondered why she changed the subject so
quickly. “I’m curious as to what a girl like you is doing in a place like
“Me, too.” She looked around the dark room. “I fell on some
hard times and I’m just trying to get my life back together. It’s honest work.”
“What kind of hard times?” He was trying not to interrogate
her, but he wanted to know more about her.
“I can tell you’re a lawyer.” Her full pink lips curved into
a smile. Jackson wondered what it would feel like to have her mouth against
his. She was probably soft and warm.
“It’s in my nature to ask questions.” He wanted to know more
about this beauty.
“Do you always get your answers?”
“I always get everything I want.” He let his eyes wander
down her body. She was flawless, but he shouldn’t have been entertaining any
possibilities at all. But then again, when did he ever let anything stop him
from getting what he wanted?
Jack reached into his pocket, pulled out his business card,
and handed it to her. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “I have to get
back to the office now, but I’ve rather enjoyed your company. If Pat gives you
a hard time, please give me a call. I’ll set him straight.” He knew he should
leave her alone. He wasn’t sure he’d be interested in getting involved with a
girl in her situation, but he wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.
She glanced down at the card. “I went to high school with a
“Did you date?” That would be far too amusing.
“Oh, God no.” She laughed. “He was a year older than me,
popular, and would never give a girl like me a second glance. I was from the
wrong side of the tracks.” She rolled her eyes.
“Hmm.” Jack began to get a clearer picture of who Lilli was.
“I was shy and kept to myself,” she said. “He was gorgeous,
smart, and came from money. Definitely not my type.”
“Really?” Jack grinned as he got up from the table. “It
seems to me I’ll have to have a talk with my son about not recognizing a good
thing when he sees it.”
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember.
As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the
laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head,
but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered
the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she
can’t be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young
boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO
meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.
I love connecting with readers. You can find me here…
I am Kharisma Rayne’s guest as she celebrates this Halloween month!
Welcome, Rhonda Print, with the newest addition to her SINS Novel Series! I’ve been waiting on this one.
Character: Leah Wolfe has an interesting
story to tell.
1. What is Leah Wolfe like? Leah Wolfe is a kick-ass, no
nonsense woman with abilities that she is just beginning to understand. She was
abandoned by her own mother as a young teen and forged her own life on the
streets until she was caught in the crossfire of a rival gang war. The
detective assigned to that case later adopted Leah. Wilson and his wife, Alli
encourage Leah to embrace her special ‘gifts’.
2. What does Leah do best? What is the perfect location
for this action? Kill Vampires. Period. Leah was a cop once and she left
because the criminals seemed to have more rights than the victims. She works
for a government organization – SINS – that tracked and killed rogue
supernaturals while doing consulting work for the police department in the
Arizona desert town that she loves.
3. What drives Leah to do the things she does? Leah is
determined to try and live a ‘normal’ life. Her personal life went to hell when
her fiance, Joaquin Wildhorse, refuses to accept her abilities. Leah has a
fierce sense of independence and justice. She doesn’t like to kill but she sure
as hell won’t hesitate, especially if the supernatural is threatening those
that she loves.
4. You are introduced to Leah. Is she happy to meet you? Leah
prefers the company of her close family and friends.
5. What is Leah’s favorite guilty pleasure? Coffee,
Coffee and Coffee.
6. How would Leah describe herself? Leah has never been
comfortable with her abilities. Alli calls them a gift, Leah considers them to
be a curse. They’ve caused her more heartache than anything else.
7. What is Leah’s weakness? Ian Nightwalker. He swaggers
into her life and awakens feelings in her that she’d prefer to leave dormant.
She refuses to love him. If only she could convince him to leave her alone…
8. Where does Leah go to regroup/unwind? If she’s not in
her small adobe home, far away from everyone, she can be found at Luigi’s. It’s
a small, family-owned Italian restaurant where Leah could catch up with her cop
friends and relax with the best damn Italian food ever.
9. What does Leah live for? Leah knows she’ll never get
the white-picket fence life. The gunshot wound she got as a teen made sure
she’d never be able to have children of her own and her break-up with Joaquin
ended any thought she’d have for a happily ever after. She focuses on her
adopted parents, Wilson and Alli. Her best friend Jess and her son, Leah’s
God-son round out her personal life. Everything else is thrown into her work.
10. What will Leah kill for? Love. She’d kill to protect
her family and friends, of course. Other than that, she kills for justice.
A Few Questions for Leah
you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be? I don’t
want any damn powers. I just want to be normal.
biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in
six words or less? Walking the line: Supernatural vs. Human
money were not an object, where would you most like to live? I’m happy right
where I am. I can feel the emotions of people around me so my quiet little
home, far away from everyone, is just perfect for me.
can never have children because I was shot.
next time I start to fall in love I will run the other way.
do I always think I can be normal?
favorite flavor is coffee because really, what else is there.
love Alli, Wilson, Jess and Oscar because I know they accept me the
way that I am.
much death can you take? I can take as much as I have to as long as
it doesn’t involve my family and friends.
Why? Because if I don’t kill
rogue vampires, they’re going to kill innocent people. Who else is going to do
one thing you must do before you die, and why. Grow old!
The Order of Chaos
fringe of genre.
My new release, Demon Inhibitions, threads sci fi, urban fantasy, suspense,
romance, horror and mystery.
I usually anchor my novels in science fiction but find it fascinating and
almost impossible not to blend these other genres into the mix. You could
compare it to a meal. While there’s nothing wrong with eating a piece of fish
by itself day after day you might find it more tasty to add broccoli (horror),
rice (mystery), salad (romance), bread(fantasy) and dessert (suspense).
To be more precise, Demon Inhibitions consists of:
Sci fi: Agent Caitlin Diggs believes a genetically made soul stealer is responsible
for recent murders.
Horror: The soul stealer has escaped custody and crosses a parallel universe
dragging Diggs with him via wormhole.
Urban Fantasy: Diggs is assisted by a Wiccan investigator and a succubus. In
her parallel universe, demons outnumber humans and a preternatural branch of
the FBI deals with their crimes.
Romance: Diggs enters an altered reality and a love triangle emerges. Her new
boss Charles Grant is beyond handsome but the other version of her friend
Stanford Carter is stirring feelings she never had for his alternate.
Hitches: Grant doesn’t know ‘his’ Diggs has been killed by the soul stealer.
Alternate Carter has been turned into a demon. Would romance with Carter change
her as well?
Mystery: Why is the soul stealer hell bent on eradicating a teen whose singing
voice inhibits demon violence?
Suspense: Diggs faces the prospect that conventional weapons will not subdue
her fugitive. Can her newly acquired paranormal abilities give her a fighting
I’m sure we’ve all read great stories that brought some or all of these
elements together. They usually get boxed under one category for sales
purposes. Maybe someday a multiple-genre tag will be born. After all,
paranormal romance is still a fairly young genre and is ever growing.
Change does happen.
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Demon Inhibitions Excerpt
When she found I had visited Manners, Briana began scurrying about her house,
scooping up a pair of scissors and a red candle. Before I could speak further,
she came at me. I backed away from her in fright. Her placid face revealed
nothing malevolent. But the shears were headed right for me. I tried to dive
away from the contradiction. Who was the real Briana? The sweet woman who made
cookies for me–or her shears wielding maniac counterpart now standing before
me? She screamed not to worry. I heard a snip. I felt a strange sensation. Not
pain. But something was no longer attached to me. It was a piece of my hair.
She caught the floating lock in her hands as if it were a runaway feather.
“It is very important we get to work, Caitlin.” Too stunned to process the
weird moment, I could barely utter a groan.
Then she explained how she must protect me. “He’ll surely make a visitation now
that he has met you.”
I tried to explain it was a good thing. I would probably get a vision of him
and then I could determine his part in the slayings.
She interrupted. “A visitation is what he’ll do to you. I don’t know how to
break this to you but the cat judge is an incubus. He’ll surely come to you in your
dreams. And in case he is our murderer, you’ll need a protection spell,
I reminded her I carried a firearm. I had worked in the FBI.
“No earthbound weapons can harm the judge once he joins with you. An incubus
enters your dream world.”
“How do you know this?” My tone grew edgy. She had obviously withheld knowledge
of Manners. Maybe the two were friends or even lovers. And she just admitted an
incubus could have committed these crimes without fear of being harmed or
“I know things because I’m a witch, Caitlin. That explanation will have to
suffice for now.”
“If you’re truly a witch, Briana, you must know he’s our best suspect.”
She had me there.
I settled in for the spell.
“I will create a mind shield for you, Caitlin Diggs.”
She began to chant, inviting me to join her.
“I call upon the helpful powers of my ancestors. Please protect and shield me
from harm. By the ancient ancestral power, blessed be!”
Briana played soft Celtic music for me as we waited for the spell to take
effect. I tried to distract myself with the lovely dulcet tones of harps and
violins. It almost worked until my stomach rumbled–again. We never had supper.
Briana was too intent on saving my ass. For what seemed hours we held hands
waiting for the candle to burn down. I had plenty of time to drink in the
ambience of the McFadden household. Floral print furniture and lacy doilies
surrounded me. But most disturbing, a poster of Cher is depicting the actress
as a witch in the film Witches of Eastwick, hung right before my eyes. When the
candle finally expired I yawned and thanked Briana.
“Don’t thank me yet. The night is now upon us. We must return to your house if
we hope to engage the judge.”
“Won’t your presence discourage Manners from coming?”
“No.” She paused to smile. “You could have twenty police armed to the hilt and
he’d still come. Nothing from the waking world can harm him.”
I muttered something unintelligible even to me.
“I’ll be in the next room to supervise so to speak. When he comes I’ll sense
it. I will then cast a binding spell so he can’t attack you – or worse, drain
you. Now the spell won’t last indefinitely so you won’t want to waste time with
small talk. Hopefully you’ll be able to determine his innocence or guilt in your
I had once interrogated an evil man named Crowley in a dream state. It didn’t
go so well. But at least he didn’t threaten to harm me. Maybe he couldn’t. I
still don’t know; but I was sure of one thing if the judge threatened me in any
way I would defend myself. I didn’t care what Briana said about the dream and
waking worlds. I went to bed packing a handgun.
~ * ~
A full moon bathed my bedroom in bluish haze. It kept my eyes from closing.
Normally I would have drawn the curtains on the nocturnal intrusion, but
tonight I was hosting so to speak. I felt I was setting a better trap or
“invitation” to Manners if I left the light on. Briana would have probably
scolded me if she were capable of listening to my silent ranting. She had
explained to me several times Manners would not be traveling via car, plane or
broom for that matter. His appearance would be completely ethereal to all
waking humans. He would meet me via an altered state of mind, in a dream or
alpha state, where his thoughts and presence could transcend any physical traps
an overly anxious former FBI agent (me) might feel compelled to set. It
wouldn’t matter if I shined a lantern in my window or posted Rottweillers on
around-the-clock guard duty, Manners would be oblivious to it. Briana stated
this very emphatically, employing wild gyrating arm movements that nearly had
me fearing she would turn me into a rat if I didn’t give her my undivided
attention. So I sat and listened to her for an hour after we completed the
spell. When my eyelids began drooping, she ordered me to bed. She took up
residence in the adjoining guest room with Celeste. With a click of a doorknob,
Briana could be at my bedside in seconds. But when I finally began to absorb
the notion that Manners would not be using the front door to meet me, fear
began to take hold. How would her presence help me? She could monitor my dreams
all she wanted, but ultimately it would be up to me to break free of Manner’s
paranormal grip-provided one: he was an incubus and two: he would still deem an
appearance necessary to either protest his innocence or quiet my suspicions of
him once for and all. My mind finally began to drift into that sleepy state
where your thoughts start running into one another. How would I converse with
him in the dream world? And would my gun be at my bedside in this dream? My
brain felt like rubber. My eyelids finally shut. A faint hint of blue light
seeped through them and then the next thing I knew…
“Who, what…what do you want?” I sat straight up and stammered as a presence
took shape over my brass four-post bed. At least I determined I could talk,
albeit not very intelligently in my dream state. The shape continued to hover
over me, within arm’s reach. I twisted in my covers, attempting to lunge
towards my dresser drawer where I kept my gun. As my hand continued to fumble
for the dresser knob, coldness brushed against my backside. At that instant, I
gave up my hunt for the gun and reverted to my backside, hoping confrontation
might keep the invading demon at bay. I shouted. “Back off and identify
yourself.” I felt silly. I couldn’t very well command this thing to put its
hands behind its back–if it had hands–let alone expect it to adhere to laws
and protocols devised by those living in the real world.
The thing, best described as a floating transparent body of liquid, actually
started to comply. It reversed itself away from me, about a yard or so. Now it
hovered over my Victorian vanity chair. I seriously hoped its liquid makeup
wouldn’t drip all over my prized antique. It began to glow blue, probably
because it was in the direct path of a moonbeam.
“Now tell me who are you.” Hoarse and raspy, my voice no longer sounded like
mine. I tried to recall my vision where I had been speaking to the spirit of
Alastair Crowley. My voice had sounded like mine then. In fact, I’d felt no
different in that dream state whatsoever; I had classified that experience as a
vision. But now, as I sat cowering in my bed, I felt more as if in a dream. I
willed my legs to move, but like in a dream, they were uncooperative as if an
iron vise was keeping them in place. As I struggled to escape my covers, the
thing spoke to me in a whispered voice. Whatever it was, it was now inside my
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me over to visit. As you know, I am really excited at the moment because I have
had my first ever release, Wildfire came out on 24th
August with Breathless Press.
Yazmin, how did you choose your genre? What made you write this
book? Well it started on one bored evening when I was chatting
online with my Critique group, UCW. All the ladies seemed to be talking about
their current WIP and I was just saying how bored I was. Cherie Nicholls, who
is a fabulous author, set a five hundred-word challenge to include a carwash, a
dress and a stranger. That was the start and once my friends read it they
demanded more which eventually became Wildfire.
Writers write what they know, and must observe the world.
Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of
the world? I am the third child out of four. I think I always fought
for recognition by my older siblings and tried to look after my younger brother.
So I tend to stand up for myself and have a strong protective instinct as well,
now that I am an adult.
Where is your favorite place to write? In bed, which is
where I am as I write this!
You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and
what is that one burning question you must ask them? WOW! Well it would be
Harper Lee who wrote ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird.’ Why that story told in that way?
Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about
you that no one knows. Hmm hard one…I bunked off school once with a friend. But a
family friend saw us, so we went back to school to own up. We figured if we
turn ourselves in then we would be in less trouble than if we let the family
friend tell our folk who would go bonkers!!!
You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack
for company. What three items are in your survival pack? I would say my kindle
but it would run out of charge so a book, probably ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ as
it has been a while since I read that or The Complete Works of William
Shakespeare as there are quite a few I have not read. Photographs of family and friends. Is it bad to say a
hairbrush? I am not vain but it does go wild if not tamed!
If you could have one super power in your existence, what
would it be? Invisibility! I will let you work out why…
Favorite snack? Chocolate of course!
Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do
you drive the speed limit? I usually drive the speed limit!
Braden has searched all his
life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute
power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for.
Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who
would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her
mother for her blood as well, didn’t he?
But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But
will death be the only thing that unites them?
Millie knew this wasn’t a good idea. Brad wasn’t a man one
could say no to. It was a stupid idea to hide in the carwash. She prayed no one
would want to wash their car at three AM as she squeezed between the rollers.
Her heart beat fast. She took a gulp of air and then blew it out to try to calm
No footsteps could be heard, only the soft whistle of the
trees as they swayed in the warm night air. She relaxed her shoulders and
sighed. Maybe Brad had decided to no longer pursue her. Maybe that blonde with
the big boobs had caught his attention at last, and he had gone off with her to
a quiet spot to find out if they were real or not.
Wait a few more minutes, she told herself.
After a few minutes she pried herself out and took a step
over the roller by her knees. All of a sudden the whir started and the rollers
began to move. What the hell. How… Her mind ran on ahead of her. The soap was
dispensed and the rotation of the rollers caught her attention. The darkness
did not help; the route out wasn’t clear. The rollers in front of her whipped
against her and sprayed suds and warm water that soaked her silk dress so that
it clung to her.
She leaned back and tried to gain a hold of something to
anchor her. Damn him. How had he found her? She knew there was something
strange about him when he happened to be near her all the time. Even when he
was across the room, within a blink of an eye he came to stand next to her—in
The warm water, combined with the sensation of the soft,
soapy bristles tantalized her skin. The rollers brushed against her and sent
electrical currents to her clit. Hell…how could she be getting turned on by
Something warm blew across her face. A silent kiss…an
unknown hand…lingered on her cheek.
How can that be? she thought. She shook her head to get rid
of the fuzziness caused by the water as it cascaded over her body. Warm hands
caressed her breasts. Her senses heightened as one unknown hand stroked down to
the juncture between her legs. The fingers flicked and pressed her sensitive
clit and a wet tongue licked at her neck. She was lost to the sensations all
round her. How could he do this? She felt him near, but he wasn’t there. How?
The fingers stroked harder and she could not help but arch into the hand.
Mine alone. Open for me. Let me in come into you.
His command was as urgent as the brushes that stroked her skin. At last he
emerged before her—tall, broad, and dark. His mouth came down on hers and their
wet lips met. Their tongues danced as his hands pulled her to his chest. He stroked her ass and pulled up her dress. She shivered against him.
Yazmin Subha is a busy mother of two children, whose
husband has got used to her sitting tapping away on her laptop. By day she sits
at her job, all respectable and prim but
by night she is imagining fiesty heroines and sexy alpha males.
She is a British author who grew up with a love of
reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the
desire to try to write that saw her pen her first short story as a teenager.
But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that she began
scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by her
crit group UCW she decided to ‘have a go’.
Her teenage dream is finally coming true.
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Welcome, Nicole Hurley-Moore!
I love the book cover, love the premise and this is now marked as To Be Read. So, tell us all about your new release!
Thanks Danita, for letting me drop by.
smallest of things can inspire a story.
Much to my poor husband’s horror, I have a love of
jewellery. I spend more time than I should, looking at catalogues, jewellery
sites and Ebay. We all have our Achilles’ heel and this happens to be mine.
However, it is because of one of these illicit sessions that I came up with the
idea for my latest book, Until The Stars
Burn Cold. I happened across a picture of a silver ring with a figure in
the shape of a man on it. At the time, I didn’t pay it an awful lot of
attention. If I remember correctly, my response was something along the lines
of “Oooo… that’s kind of interesting”.
But the image of the ring kept coming back to me and merging
with magic and the Arabian Nights. Yes I admit it, I obliviously read this too
many times as a kid. All of a sudden a story about star crossed lovers, curses
and rings began to percolate. Soon, the time travel romance of Until The Stars Burn Cold took shape.
And no, I didn’t but the ring… but now, I kind of wish I
Looking back on my books, I realized that there’s, a ring,
trinket or necklace featured in all of them. Even my upcoming medieval
Christmas novella is awash with jewels. Um… maybe I really do have a wee bit
of a problem. :/
Jewellery aside, I suppose what I’m trying to say is that
inspiration can come from anywhere and usually when we least expect it. So be
open, because you never know when the smallest of things could snag your
imagination and inspire you.
The Stars Burn Cold
Long ago in ancient Persia, there
lived a pair of star crossed lovers. In a desperate bid, the lovers sought to
flee the town of Adwan. But they were caught and torn apart. For his insolence,
Jinn is cursed into a ring. Ages pass and empires crumble… and Jinn is still
forever bound in a circle of frozen silver. Bound, that is until present day
antiques dealer, Mia Templeton accidentally releases him. Mia is beautiful and
Jinn, finds her somehow familiar. Is love eternal and evil everlasting? Can the
power that destroyed his life in Adwan, reach through the centuries and
threaten his future?
from Until the Stars Burn Cold
The force of his kiss almost
made her stagger back, but his strong arms held her in place, in the one place
she had been dreaming about all day. His hand cradled the back of her neck and
made her feel treasured. Mia felt his body press against hers, and even through
his wet clothes she could feel the heat. Winding her arms about his neck she
felt the cold and damp cotton of his shirt beneath her hands. His kiss was
filled with lust and longing and it floored her; as her heart began to beat
faster. She knew that she had never been kissed with such intensity.
“I need you,” he murmured
against her lips. “Be with me, Mia. I need to touch you.”
“I need to touch you too.” Her
hands slipped from around his neck to the small buttons that ran down the front
of his shirt. Deftly her fingers moved until the shirt hung undone, and she ran
her hands over his smooth skin which was cool from the rain. She ran her hands
higher until the rested on his shoulders, rising up onto her toes and running a
series of slow kisses against his neck. His skin tasted of cinnamon.
Jinn lifted Mia into his arms
and carried her into the front room. Winding her arm about his neck she rested
her head on his shoulder, his shirt was wet but she didn’t care. She breathed
in his scent, there was a hint of spice mixed with the clearness of rain. He
sat her down on the cream sectional before shrugging out of his shirt and
letting it fall to the ground.
Kneeling before her, he slowly
untied the cord from around her waist. She felt the gown part and his fingers
glide over her skin. He edged the fabric over her shoulders until a pool of
apple green silk puddled around her. His eyes never left her face as he pushed
the thin black silk straps of her chemise over her arms, first one and then the
other. Mia swallowed as she stared back into his dark eyes. Standing up, Jinn
pulled her to her feet and watched as the chemise fell from her body. The black
silk rippled like waves as it slipped over her warm skin and revealed her.
Nicole has always loved medieval history, fairytales and myths. Which is probably why, she writes historical and paranormal romances.
She lives with her family in the Central Highlands of Victoria, Australia and is a member of The Romance Writers of Australia.
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Naughty or Nice?
Warning: These two can not tell the truth. They are not what they seem, this assassin and this thief.
Our story starts with a meeting between Falcon and Angel. A chance meeting in a dark alley? Hardly. For them, there are no coincidences. Soon, they will be running for their lives and that is definitely not by chance. Not as long as il Dragone wants them dead.
With any luck Falcon and Angel will remember who they are and what they must do to stay one step ahead of il Dragone. What they must do to stay alive.
“Where to, Angel?”
Angelina stood up. “Casa di Città. Do you know it?”
“Do I know it? Hey, you took my room.” He took a
step closer, unable to stop himself.
No, he could have stopped himself. He was trained
for this role and could slip in and out of it easily. He just didn’t want to.
She was making him feel things, like this was
something other than an investigation. This could be their first date, if it
were not for the gun in his jacket. And the Stradivarius.
“Was that your room?” There was not a shred of
sincerity in the sympathetic smile that did not reach Angelina’s eyes.
He gave her a curt nod. “I even called ahead, made a
reservation. When I got there they told me it was a full house.”
The way she bit her lip in an attempt to stifle a
giggle drew him even closer. When he reached behind her for the violin case,
hard nipples grazed his chest.
A jolt of lust shot straight through his loins,
nearly crippling him. She did not move away, and that was not good.
He knew why he was reacting to her this way. He
would have to be dead not to. She was gorgeous. But for all she knew, he could
be a serial killer. He tried to ignore the fact that she wanted him too. She
was too trusting and at this rate, he would have her horizontal in minutes.
He jerked to attention in his jeans, took a step
back and handed her the case. “The owner smiled when he told me this.”
“Signor Parisi smiled? I don’t believe I have ever
seen him do that. That’s a bit rude, isn’t it?” This time the giggle erupted
from her in husky melody. It wrapped around that part of him that wanted to
pound into her.
She turned away, but not before her cheeks flushed
with color. “If I were you I should never darken Signor Parisi’s doorstep
again. Take my business elsewhere.”
There were two reasons he didn’t pull her close and
kiss her then. One was the earlier attack. She had experienced enough today,
and things had suddenly become complicated. Second, he needed her complete
trust. They must be friends first. Still, he wondered how long she would make
him wait before he could lay her down.
“Yes?” The warm vanilla limbs wrapped around him
disintegrated before his eyes.
“I asked where you took your business.”
“I’m staying with a friend on the Piazza Barberi until
the tourists either have mercy or have had their full of Naples and a room
“That’s near the old churchyard, isn’t it? I pass it
on the way to the Conservatory.”
“So, Bella, we are
neighbors. Let’s go home.”
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She’s a classical violinist and daughter of a dynasty with one
passion; her Stradivarius.
Falcon wants the Stradivarius in her possession, and goes
undercover to track down a thief. But he is not the only killer in search of
il Dragone, a devil-worshiping cult, wants revenge for a past only
they can remember.
Angelina wants to go unrecognized when she leaves her family’s
Yorkshire estate to play in a symphony in Italy. But the Stradivarius, a gift
from her deceased instructor, opens a door to hatred that is centuries old.
Falcon’s Angel is a paranormal romance of love
that ended in tragedy in eighteenth century England. That love is tested in a
fight of good versus evil some two hundred years later. This time around Falcon
and Angel have an opportunity to learn something that can put a stop to the
cycle of murder and mayhem.