Cynthia Arsuaga visits with her latest release, Born Again in Dreams! Here’s three of my favorite words for you: Paranormal, Hot, Hunk. You simply must read Cynthia’s excerpt. I fear Merliah will burn to cinders…
I just returned from Virginia Beach, Virginia on Sunday for a special
high school class reunion. Actually, it encompassed five classes—1969-1973. The
entire weekend was a whirlwind of meeting old friends and by default, even some
promoting. I was so surprised that everyone sought me out to discuss my
writing! It was so exciting and I felt so humbled. See, I was the very “nerdy”
and shy girl in school. No one ever suspected that what I write now is what
they remembered at all about me. I found their surprise amusing. I rolled with
it and told them I write erotic romance more on the raunchy side. They loved
it. Next, year is our class reunion for real, not shared. We are taking a
cruise and I’ll be writing a little story about it and some of the actual
classmates will be part of the book. They are excited to find their stories
created in fiction and love the idea their “love lives” will be depicted more
on the raunchy side. I love it! An event for fun turned into a delicious idea
for another story.
To coincide with the weekend, I did a bit of research for my next story
in the Born Vampire Series. The storyline through all the stories takes place
in Virginia Beach and also Miami. The most recent release, which I’m presenting
today, takes place in Miami so the next one is in Virginia Beach. To let you
get an idea of what Born Trouble is about, here is the log line: A cowboy and
an exotic dancer are roped into a world filled with trouble.
Guess which one I did research on!
Well, that’s all I have to share with ya’ll, except for the excerpt for
my latest release, Born Again in Dreams. Enjoy!
The Master of His Domain
Sorin Bochinsky, Master and Commander of the Eastern European Blood
Family, controls everyone and everything around him, except the woman of his
dreams with the face of an angel prevents his needed rest. She’s the light to
his dark and pained existence. The search begins to find the mysterious woman
of his nightmares before he goes insane.
An Angel Awakens
Merliah Travers suffered more than serious injuries from a car accident
over four years ago. She awakens in a place where the pain and scars have
hidden her away from the world. A fantasy lover leads her out of the darkness
and into the light, then discovers a special ability acquired during the coma
has put her in danger.
Two lost, scarred souls battle their inner demons and a fanatic killer
to unite as one, to never be alone, and be born again in dreams, forever.
He stood up and pulled her to her feet at the same time. Merliah’s gaze
dropped to the waistband of his black trousers, and then to the bulge at his
groin, and with her eyes burning with intensity, he realized her highly aroused
state. He didn’t need to use his vampire skills. Their times together in the
dreams made him keenly aware of her preferences and desires. His stomach
knotted with instant need with the knowledge, causing his cock to press harder
on the zipper of his trousers, causing some discomfort. He enjoyed the new
pleasure of reading her body instead of using his senses as a vampire to
recognize them. His heart raced in anticipation of discovering the nuances of
her body from this new perspective. Like exploring virgin territory.
“Do you think anyone will see us?”
“No, I believe the trees are thick enough where we are. We should be
hidden. I can barely see the light on the other side.” His tongue slid along a
full bottom lip. “Now, let me undress you.”
As he steadied her, he reached around her back and slowly drew down the
zipper. He smiled as the dress slipped from her shoulders and down her body,
landing in a puddle on the ground. She stood before him in matching black bra
and panties. “I want to see every inch of your skin, to touch you all over.
Experience you like this is our first time.” Then he slipped one digit under
the strap of her bra and gently nudged it off her shoulder. Reaching around, he
unclipped the fastener and the delicate lacy fabric fell to the ground. Cupping
the lush flesh of her breasts, he kneaded the generous orbs until she leaned
forward against him.
“Oh, don’t stop, Sorin,” she pleaded softly.
His fingers gently traced the contours of her brow, her cheek, her jaw,
slowly moving toward the curve of her throat. Bending his head forward, he
brushed his mouth across the tingling skin, trailing tiny kisses down her neck.
“Oh yes, I want that too. Please…” Her voice trailed off.
Sorin’s grin widened. “But first, I want to taste you.” He dropped to
his knees between her legs and brushed his hand across the skin of her thigh.
“Spread your legs for me, angel.”
Without hesitation, she did as he demanded. Using one finger, he hooked
it around the elastic and tugged the slight slip of lacy fabric down over her
hips, then tore them away from her body, growling his pleasure.
“Hey, those were my nicest pair.”
“I’ll get you another.” One hand held her hip and the other palmed her
mound. He glanced up at her and licked his lips, then slipped his tongue
between her tender folds, tasting her with a groan of what sounded like relief.
She threw her head back with a hiss, “Oh God yes!”
He sucked and licked, urged on as her cries and pants got more urgent.
Pressing closer and teasing her pussy with his tongue, he then slipped a finger
into her heat and groaned as he flicked more forcefully. She squirmed under his
ministrations and arched her body into his mouth as she opened wider for him.
He spread the swollen lips and ran his tongue from the bottom to the top but
stopped just short of touching her clit. She moaned and whimpered, seeming to
want to be licked senselessly. Taking the suggestion with determination, he
licked and tugged all around the sensitive nubbin, resisting the little nudges
she kept making to push him to the point of pleasure.
Finally, she grabbed his hair. “You’re teasing me. Touch me there,” she
A soft growl vibrated in the back of his throat and he chuckled
inwardly. His angel was taking control and he’d have none of that. Bringing her
to submission was his primary goal and he’d provide the incentive for her to
succumb to his dominance. The more his lips touched hers, the more he
insinuated his control over her. As soon as she let go of his hair, he sucked
the waiting clit inside his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over until
“Shh, angel. You’ll draw attention to us.” He stopped and waited for
her to catch her breath then started licking and sucking again. Just when he
sensed she was about to climax again, he stopped and stood up.
“On your hands and knees, angel.” As she complied with his demand, he
divested the remainder of his clothing. He dropped to his knees and positioned
his long and thick cock at her entrance. “You’re so wet and ready for me.” Then
he ran his cockhead along her swollen folds, lubricating the tip with her
juices, and with one thrust he pushed inside her hot sheath. She groaned and
pushed back against him until he entered her just a few inches. He stopped and
pulled out and repeated again. The soft mewing noises she made indicated her
need for more, and still he stopped just short of fully entering her. He wanted
her begging and he didn’t have to wait long. His angel was a quick learner.
“Please,” Merliah cried.
“Make love to me. I can’t stand it anymore. I need you inside, Sorin.”
Obliged to please, he plunged his rock-hard cock deep into her moist
heat. As her wet sheath gripped him, he roared his pleasure, which echoed
through the forest of her creation. Her internal muscles contracted around his
shaft, wringing another moan from both of them. She met his rhythm, urging him
on. The need to feel her milk him to completion pulsed through his body. “So
tight and wet.” He leaned over and growled into her ear.
Merliah tilted her head to the side, exposing the smooth, pale skin of
her throat. The desire to bite her burned inside him, but his fangs did not
descend. The beast within didn’t claw at his chest.
After four years wandering in the darkness of her mind, ready to
succumb to the grim pain, Merliah experienced such desperation, depression and
fatigue, she wanted to scream and find a way to end the misery. The strong
survival instinct brought her out of the coma initially years ago, but her
strength to fight remained hanging by a thread. This wasn’t living, awake and
aware but unable to communicate in any form was like death. When the
pitch-blackness first happened, she tried repeatedly to call out, but her voice
couldn’t be heard. Relentless, she tried over and over, to move a toe, a
finger, and she even cried to draw attention. The nurse, who witnessed the one
tear, all those years ago, dismissed the physical plea.
Merliah’s parents had her moved from the hospital to another facility.
She understood the distant voices calling the new place, Berger Institute. The
first reaction was of shock. Ohmigod, I’ve been put in an institution with
crazy people. Am I insane? She refused to believe Robbie abandoned her, but
after leaving the hospital, she never heard his sweet voice again. The man she
loved gave up and left her without saying good-bye and her imprisonment became
more painful and lonely. Her parents’ voices faded as well. Time ceased for her
and she slipped deeper and deeper into the gloomy abyss, existing on a
different plane of consciousness. She could hear and feel on the outside, but
remained in the darkness of her mind unable to communicate to her loved ones.
Time seemed to cease to exist. She’d occasionally hear the staff celebrating a
holiday, but after a few coming and going, Merliah stopped counting. The
instinctive will to survive faded.
One more cry out into the emptiness before she resigned to death’s call
was made as a last resort, and to her surprise and elation, a voice answered.
First, faintly, then it grew louder. A deep, melodic, and velvety voice broke
through the darkness reaching toward her. It was a man, with a beautiful deep
tone. His voice consoled her, wrapped around her and pulled her toward the
light. She cried tears of joy and then a slight fear overtook her thoughts. Am
I dead? Is he the Angel of Death from the stories I’ve read?
Up to that point, everything that made sense in her black world
evaporated. Minutes, hours, days, months slipped by slowly and now someone
reached out to her. How long she wandered aimlessly in her mind, often time
curled up in a ball in the depths of the bottomless pit, she didn’t know. Time
meant nothing without any reference point. The sweet-sounding, shadow man had
found her, and brought her into the light. Who was he and how did he find her
when no one else could? She didn’t know and didn’t care about the details. He
had found her, the only thing that mattered.
From the murky shadows, arms outstretched to clasp on to reality. She
jolted when his cold hand touched hers, swiftly pulling her toward the light
with his commanding voice guiding the way. Feeling the strong power moving her
forward, she feared he was the Dark Angel of Death and not salvation to the
world she had known before the blackness became her present life. She pulled
back from the stranger, frightened more than relieved. As she battled with the
fear, she glanced up but was unable to view his face, only sense the touch
which set her skin afire.
Several seconds ticked by, and a little more of the self-control eroded
away. His dominant presence began to put her at ease, and with one foot in
front of the other, he guided her through the prison of hopelessness.
“Come with me, you’ll be okay. I won’t hurt you.” The voice spoke
softly, a low, lyrical, and heavily accented one. Where is he from?
The power he exuded surrounded her again and his efforts to save her
worked as she fell under his spell and into the tight embrace. Fear, anger and
desperation had driven her to this desperate position. She either had to trust
him to lead her home or believe he was Death, or allow him to eliminate the
misery of her present existence. Either way, the hellish nightmare would end.
Could she leave the nightmare and be born again in dreams? Apprehension still
held her back because he could be nothing more than wishful thinking on her
“You scare me. I called out for a long time and you’re the first person
to answer my cries. Am I dead?” The words were tentative, barely above a
“I don’t sense you are. Blood runs strong through your veins. Your skin
is warm and your eyes are bright. You are definitely alive,” the shadow man’s
velvety voice soothed her.
Ohmigod, this man’s voice could melt icebergs. He certainly did a good
job of bringing life back into her desolate reality. Merliah’s senses screamed
as if she were freefalling over a cliff, becoming light-headed and the wind
knocked out of her lungs. Between his seductive words and the sensuous touch,
the hunger of desire clawed her insides to be released. The arousal continued
with thin fingers tickling up and down her spine. The light touches lit nerve
endings on fire and caused her pussy to contract. Her clit ached for attention,
a simple caress to ease the need she had not felt in God only knows how long.
The world she once remembered swirled in heat and desire. She swallowed
hard and tried to stifle the passion down building in her core. The power of
his presence shoved right back. Merliah stumbled backward and gasped as the
energy surged upward when gazing into the glowing red eyes piercing through the
darkness. The stare was one of a predator, a carnal stare which stole her
breath and sent her head spinning. She tried to breathe through the fire
About the Author
Cynthia resides in Orlando, Florida, the land of magic, surrounded by
the treasured gems in her life, a caring, loving husband, dutiful and loyal
daughter, and precious, delightful granddaughter. Oh and not to forget her
mischievous Yorkshire terrier, Thumper.
Cynthia was a “Navy Brat” calling a different port home every couple of
years—from Southern California, to Boston, to Virginia, to Florida. She
developed wandering feet and diverse interests, and passionately incorporates
those experiences into her stories, bringing characters to life, and eloquently
sharing the vivid images of her mind with her audience.
Cynthia’s debut release, Born to Be Wild, came available January 12,
2011 and can be purchased at www.store.secretcravingspublishing.com. The list
of releases available by her has grown. Born Again in Dreams is her twelfth
release with Secret Cravings Publishing and more are on the schedule for
release in 2012 and 2013.
Born to Be Wild
Born to Play
Love and Death in the Big Easy
A Gift of Love
The Cougar and Her Vampire
Vampire in Paris
Echoes in Eternity
Nightfall: Fantasies Fulfilled
Christmas with a Stranger (Free)
Five Hearts Anthology
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