Thursday, July 31, 2014

Happy Release Day to Sherlock and Irene! (#BDSM #Spanking #Sherlock)

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Happy Release Day to Me!
Happy Release Day to Me!
Happy Release Day to Meee-eee...
Happy Release Day to Me!

And yes, there will be many more...2014 is shaping up to be a big year. Lots of fun stuff happening!

Today, the fun event is the release of Sherlock's Scandal, a short fanfic from my wonderful publisher, Ellora's Cave. If you like sex, spanking and Sherlock, this is the story for you!

This is what it's about:

A bored Sherlock is a dangerous Sherlock. His twin vices of cocaine and sex could prove his undoing, until he meets his match in elusive, enigmatic Irene Adler. Hiding her heart, Irene deserts Sherlock in the midst of their affair. He schemes to win her back, but the lady won’t come easily to hand. Instead, she forces him to compete for honor, glory and  love.

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And here's a sexy snippet to tickle your fancy...and maybe a hotter, wetter spot:

His arm around me tightened, and he turned so we faced each other. We kissed again. I must confess though I had greatly missed Sherlock’s cock in my quim, I had missed his arms around me, his witty conversation and his kisses even more. Sherlock kisses the way he does everything—demanding and gentle, rough and explorative, bold and daring. He withholds nothing of himself.

Again thrusting his hands into my hair, he tilted my head to one side and slid his lips along my throat while tugging off my jacket. He reached for my blouse’s buttons, baring me as quickly as he could. Nor was I idle. Off came his coat and shirt.

His breath came short and fast as he pulled my trousers down to my ankles and fastened his mouth to my pussey. I spread my legs apart so he could get in more easily and wriggled so his tongue lapped the sweetest spot. He growled, the primal sound coming from deep in his throat. Pleasure shot through me, and I opened my blouse to caress my breasts, plucking at the nipples...

There's more, much more, where that excerpt came from! Enjoy!

Get yer kink on with "Sci Spanks" and author Leigh Ellwood

My guest today is Leigh Ellwood...Hello, Leigh!

Hello, everybody.  I’m thrilled to announce I’m part of a new anthology called Sci Spanks. This is a collection of 15 shorts on a theme – naturally science fiction with spanking. My contribution, “Skin,” came to me as I racked my brains to think of a story. A martini or two later, and it happened.

You may or may not be familiar with my work, but BDSM and kink are not sub-genres I write often. I don’t read much BDSM, just a few authors, and I know writing kink requires research so the stories are accurate and do not misrepresent the Lifestyle. Since this book deals mainly with spanking, though, I felt it was okay for me to participate. The science fiction setting allowed me a bit of creative license as well. I placed my heroine in a precarious situation where a law was accidentally broken, but her captain manages to make it easier by becoming involved in the interplanetary conflict. I don’t want to spoil it for anybody, but Sci Spanks is only 99 cents and a great collection if you enjoy light kink, other worlds, and a variety of pairings.

I invite you to preview Sci Spanks below and to drop me a line on Twitter @LeighEllwood if you have read and enjoyed it. I don’t know if I’ll write more spanking stories after this, but the feedback is good I never say never.

The Sci Spanks Anthology 2014
Featuring stories by Anastasia Vitsky, Leigh Ellwood, Maren Smith, Olivia Starke, Eve Langlais, Louisa Bacio, Kate Richards, Carole Cummings, Jessica E. Subject, Cathy Pegau, Sue Lyndon, Natasha Knight, Erzabeth Bishop, Eva Lefoy, and Anne Ferrer Odom
Published July 15, 2014

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Sci Spanks 2014 offers fifteen sexy spanking stories from fifteen authors. You’ll find everything from sweet, tender romance to laugh-out-loud humor and references to old-school science fiction popular culture. You’ll find a mixture of romantic pairings, from M/F to F/F to M/M. Some stories are harsher, while others appeal to the softest-hearted romantic. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!

About the Stories
Skin by Leigh Ellwood
Different planets abide by different rules, and when Andromeda breaks one she must accept the punishment. When her ship's captain elects to administer the penalty, she finds being the bad girl feels quite good.

Bred for Love: Tika is Chosen by Eve Langlais
Abducted and raised in a commune on a planet with two indigo suns, Tika has no idea she’s part of a specialized breeding program created to provide healthy human females to men of power in need of a perfect mate.

But Tika has no intention of behaving. What she doesn’t count on is her new owner enjoying the challenge.

Taliasman by Anastasia Vitsky
"If I had been born a boy, I would have followed in my father’s footsteps to become a tradesman. Because I was a girl, he sold me instead." So begins the tale of Talia, a woodworker's daughter who is sold for a sackful of gold. Queen Vina appears at the cottage of Talia, a nineteen year old whose family is too poor for her to marry. Vina takes Talia to her palace, and the girl discovers unexpected love.

Oh, What the Hell by Maren Smith
May has for a long time now suffered in her attraction to shipmate, Vek. That Vek is a praying mantis-like Klik'vok is entirely beside the point. Her fickle woman's heart has spoken and tonight is the night she's going to do something about it. Because surely, once a woman gets past the whole "bug exterior" thing, then any other obstacles must be easy, right?

Replicated Consequences by Jessica E. Subject
After Darryl Malloy’s wife is killed in combat, he doesn’t expect to find her standing on his door step. Only she is not his wife, but a clone, armed with a paddle.

What's a Moon Colony without a Spanking Franchise? by Kate Richards
But Harlan, a simple college professor and trainee of The Trainer isn't sure how well his tools will work in the lower gravity chosen by the denizens of this strange place. What he needs is someone to try them out on. But the client who presents herself is not exactly the girl next door...

No More Lizards by Sue Lyndon
Anya is determined to help her stern alien husband, Roc, find his sense of humor. Putting a native lizard-like creature known as an ebbra under their bedcovers seems like a good idea. It’s funny. At least Anya thinks so…until her husband decides a certain naughty little prankster needs to go over his knee. Will Anya ever succeed in coaxing a smile out of Roc, or is the cultural divide between them too great to find some common ground?

Red Moon Rising by Erzabet Bishop
When you can’t be who you are where do you turn? When you thought the love of your life was lost only to find her again how do you choose between yesterday and tomorrow.
A hereditary witch, Detective Devi Watson fought long and hard to become a cop in a witch hating world. Forced to turn her back on her coven and her family she lost everything that mattered most.
Her girl Astrid included. Some choices a woman should never have to make. When witches begin to die and Astrid is threatened, the carefully constructed wall around Devi’s past begins to crumble.
Who is she? Hereditary witch or a student of law and logic? Can Devi reconcile the demons that haunt her and face the red moon rising…

Taming the Wolf by Anne Odom
The time machine is broken, and there’s a wolf in the control room. What’s an inventor to do when his project is failing, his lover is wicked, and his patience is stretched?

Research Purposes Only by Eva Lefoy
From my research, species across the galaxy have one thing in common: they all have some hidden kink. Whether its tentacle restraints, breath play or even the more uncommon fire play, they all have tricks up their sleeve. Join me as I visit the Utai and get a first-hand taste of how sweet their punishment for a simple crime can be.

Jen & Maddy by Cathy Pegau
When Maddy stops by her girlfriend's lab, she helps by testing the mind-reading equipment. To her shock, all of her deepest longings are laid bare. Will she scare Jen away, or will they take their relationship to the next level?

Flame on a Fire by Carole Cummings
Exposition and development masquerading as a PWP. Or vice versa. Depending on your perspective. But hey, either way—bondage!

About Leigh Ellwood
Name: Leigh Ellwood
Age: 39, give or take a decade
Likes: reading, yoga, rock music, the beach, Dr. Who, spiced rum, foreign movies
Dislikes: Bigotry, injustice and roaches
I write smutty stories about people who like to get naked and have sex.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Let Sherlock and Irene Hook You In... on August 1st. (#MFRWAuthor #MFRWhooks #Sherlock #spanking)

I'm actually enjoying the promotion for my forthcoming fanfic story, Sherlock's Scandal, probably because I loooove Sherlock Holmes! In every incarnation, he so excites me.

Especially in my story. Conan Doyle wrote a Sherlock without a sex life, but I found that hard to believe. Hard to believe that thousands of women didn't want to jump his bones. For who can resist the tall, hawk-faced, coolly competent Holmes as he stalks the misty streets of Victorian London, saving the day again and again?

Certainly not Irene Adler. Maybe Sir ACD didn't want to write romance because he didn't know how. Or perhaps he was shy.

Who knows? But I've happily filled in the gap.

Sherlock's Scandal will be available soon. Here's what it's about:

A bored Sherlock is a dangerous Sherlock. His twin vices of cocaine and sex could prove his undoing, until he meets his match in elusive, enigmatic Irene Adler. Hiding her heart, Irene deserts Sherlock in the midst of their affair. He schemes to win her back, but the lady won’t come easily to hand. Instead, she forces him to compete for honor, glory, and love.

A sexy snippet to sharpen your appetite:

Miss Adler leaned back into the padded bench seat of the hansom, her arms

opened wide and spread across its top. The position arched her back, lifting her breasts high. Her eyes gleamed as she raked me with her gaze, finally letting her stare rest on the bulge in my pants.

I took her into my arms, pulling her flush against my excited body. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I again slipped a hand inside her bodice and released one of her perfect breasts.       

Ah! If perhaps I had Watson’s talent as a wordsmith, I could describe her flawless beauty. The dusky rose nipple contrasted with her pearly skin, with the slightest sexual blush beginning to color the flesh. I wanted to bite the tip, redden it, hear her scream my name when I entered her. 

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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Love Time-Travel Romance? Try "Stolen Desire" by Barbara Donlon Bradley

When Heather is confronted with her time-traveling self she fears the worst—her future self warns Heather of a terrible accident but something isn’t right. Heather’s visitors, who say they’re in her life to help actually want to kidnap her and kill her mate. She tries to protect her friends and family, but finds herself  a prisoner after seeing her mate’s ship explode. She is now alone and trapped.
Can she find a way home? Can she protect her family?


Heather sighed as she opened her eyes and stretched. Before she could move she felt a warm hand on her breast.
“I see you’re awake.” Storm’s breath brushed against her cheek.
She looked up at her mate, who had a knowing smile on his face. “And I see you are awake too.” She was referring to the erection pressed against her hip.
“True, but I can’t help it when I have such a wonderful partner lying beside me.” Storm nibbled against her throat. “We still have time before we need to be anywhere.”
“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” She smiled as he settled himself between her thighs. “You could have had all the time you want if you had.”
“Because the twins aren’t allowing you to get sleep enough yet. I don’t mind watching you sleep when I know you need it. It gives me time to appreciate having you in my life.” He dipped his head to her mark. “And waking you up this way is an anticipation I look forward to. I don’t mind stretching that out a little.”
“Because you know what will happen when I wake.”
“That is the best part.”
She felt him smile against her neck as he pulled the soft tissue of her mark into his mouth before he worked his way down her body.
“You are incorrigible.”
“And that is why I’m your heart.” His tongue lathed her nipple before drawing the tip into his mouth. She arched up against him and he slipped his hands under her.
A growl escaped him when they were interrupted by the computer system. “Heather, you have a communiqué from Admiral Barrister.”
She sighed again. This time in frustration. What did he want now?
“The last time he contacted us you ended up being whipped.” Storm blew against the tip before he climbed back up her body. “I’m inclined to not let you answer him.”
“Storm, I’m still part of Earth’s security.” She looked up at him, his face only inches above hers. “I can’t ignore him.”
“Fine, but you’re not getting out of this bed until I say so.” He rolled off her and helped her sit up and settle herself against him. “Put him on, Cim.”
“Sir.” She adjusted the cover to make sure she didn’t expose herself.
“Commander, sorry if I interrupted something, but we need to talk, in person.”
“Sir?” What was so important that he wanted them to make a trip to Earth. “You know it’s not that easy for me to step away from my duties here.”
“I know, but I have something to show you that you need to see.” Bear pressed a key and changed the
image they were looking at. The new picture was a holding cell. Inside was a woman who looked a whole lot like Heather. “Before you ask I ran DNA tests against the data you gave me. She is you.”
“That isn’t possible.” She suddenly felt cold.
“Tell that to her.” Bear switched the image back to him. “Needless to say this was something I didn’t want Earth security to investigate too deeply so I pretended she was you. I’m on my way to Vespia and will need clearance in about fifteen minutes.”
“We’ll meet you at the landing port.” Storm closed the communiqué and was the first one up. “I don’t like this at all.”
“We need to contact Bert as well. Perhaps he could shed a little light on what is going on.” Heather stood as well. With a thought they were both dressed. Heather stepped into the twins’ bedroom to find them still asleep. She touched their heads softly before she walked back into the main room where Storm waited. “They’re sound asleep.”
“Then let’s go.” He placed his hand against the small of her back as they headed out the doors. “I have given Bear clearance to land and contacted Bert to join us. Your brother has been made aware as well so he’ll be here when the twins wake up.”
“Thank you.” She kept her thoughts to herself.
“You okay?”
“Yes, my heart.” Heather wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a quick hug. “Just want to know what is going on.”
“So do I, my heart.”
They walked onto the tarmac and waited as Bear’s ship touched down.
Storm looked down at her upturned face as he pulled her close. She knew he picked up on the fact that she was tense and far too quiet. “I know this bothers you. Your silence tells me more than any words. I want to know why there is a woman in Bear’s ship who looks like you, too. Together we will get to the truth.”
“I wish Bear had told us more. Why is she, me here? What happened to force me to travel back in time?”
“My question as well.” They had come to the same conclusion. The woman in question was probably from the future which didn’t bode well. She knew he could smell her fear and wrapped his arms around her in support. “I’m sure he will explain everything he knows and your brother and Bert will explain the rest.”

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Author bio:

Writing for Barbara Donlon Bradley  started innocently enough. Like most she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter. But she also has a vivid imagination and wrote scenes and short stories adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on she found the passion for writing to be a strong drive for her. Humor is also very strong in her life and she has learned to use it to her advantage--in her writing. She lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, her husband and son plus her elderly mother-in-law.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Like f/M/f menage? Try "Master of Two" by Patricia Green

Discover the world of Kevin Watson and his two lovely partners, Renee McNamara and Amiko Saito. In this story, Kevin and his women are sundered by an evil Countess, who claims to be in love with Amiko, so kidnaps her and drags her to the continent as her slave. Kevin can't countenance the loss of one of the women he loves and he and Renee embark on a mission to retrieve their partner and bring her back home to Los Angeles.

There are tribulations and dominance challenges along the way, often complicated by their rough, hired private detective, Ross Adler. Kevin's sadism peaks and valleys along with his moods. Renee is brokenhearted that her friend and lover is missing, but she is devoted to Kevin and his harsh way of showing his love. Amiko's experience is brutal and a trial to the lovely woman's fortitude.

Can Kevin and Renee vanquish the evil Countess? Will they get Amiko back, and if so, in what condition?

NOTE: This book includes intense BDSM themes among consenting adults, M/f/f ménage, and erotic content. If these things offend you, this is not the book for you.

Kevin’s exertions shone on his strongly hewn features as a light sheen of moisture and a burning heat from his body, even in the cool water, but it was the focus in his eyes that compelled Renee to greater heights. His gray eyes were gun barrel dark, moving from Renee to Amiko, then back again. He was drinking in the moment and Renee reveled in it.

The phone in the house began to ring and no one was inside to answer it—the maid was off for the night. Kevin mumbled, “Let it go.” None of the three skipped a beat, ignoring the insistent ringing until it stopped a minute later.

Amiko begged for release; Kevin grunted a non-answer, and the beautiful Asian woman groaned, her need bringing her too close to breaking the house rules.

Kevin growled and arched his back, filling Renee to capacity and beyond, then ground out a single word, “Now.”

Both women mewled and sobbed their release as a chorus of animalistic exhalations.

On the glass patio table twenty feet away, Kevin’s cell phone began its trumpet concerto ring, breaking the harmony of pants and sighs humming on the hot Los Angeles night air.

“Damn.” Kevin pulled out of Renee unhappily, his annoyance written clearly in the slant of his dark brows toward the middle of his broad forehead.

The phone stopped ringing as he levered himself from the pool and dried his hands, the rest of him dripping on the tiny, smooth rocks of the deck. As Kevin toweled his face and dark hair, the phone clonked to alert him to a voicemail message. He picked up the phone and touched its screen, then raised it to his ear.

Renee, still floating on a Sargasso sea of satisfaction, watched him through half-lidded eyes. His face darkened as she watched, the tiny lights climbing the palm trees in their yard illuminating him only dimly. The pool light added a blue tinge to his otherwise tanned appearance. She heard his low curse, and watched him stab the phone, closing its connection.

His voice was urgent, curt. “I have to go. It’s Lori. Something’s wrong. I have to go.”

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Author bios and contact info:

Bestselling author Patricia Green is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She writes love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than two dozen published novels and novellas.

In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey and baseball.

You can reach Trish in the following ways:

Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com

Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen

Karin Ito is a very private person, just starting out on her writing journey. Her life revolves around her family of five and her duties within her household. She is an avid golfer and enjoys cooking and reading. She's been writing for about two years.

You can reach Karin at:

Email: (at) gmail (dot) com

Karin's stories are available on Literotica and through Patricia Green Books.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

"A Promise at Dawn" by Jane Leopold Quinn

Their affair was scorchingly sensual...

Recently widowed, Faye Burke retreated to the coast of Maine to grieve and reassess her future. Her favorite part of the day is watching the sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s also when the man she considers her guilty pleasure runs along the beach.

Gil Farrelly, a successful painter, is trying to get his career back on track after the studio fire that destroyed everything. He starts his creative juices flowing every day by running on the beach. The lovely woman who watches him also gets his juices flowing and he’s determined to reinvent his career by painting her.

Faye’s combination of maturity and sensual vulnerability intrigue Gil and he wants to immortalize her on his canvas. She’s flattered, aroused and ultimately frightened of the emotions he incites. He claims not to care he’s younger by twelve years but she believes sooner or later he’ll come to his senses and seek out women his own age. Can Faye conquer her fears? Can Gil prove to her it’s not age separating them but her fear?


“Was your studio here in this area?”

“Uh huh. Like you, I came up here a couple years ago to find myself. Since the fire, I’ve been doing some landscapes. You’re the first portrait I’ve wanted to do in a long time.”

She lay on her back, tilting her face to the sun, savoring the warmth. She’d popped a slice of apple in her mouth, and he watched her chew and swallow it. “Faye,” he began, shifting his body over hers.

She sighed and opened her eyes.

He didn’t waste any time. Through eyes barely open, he watched her lashes close, watched her lips part. He kissed her softly. With light touches and delicate sips, he tasted the sweet stickiness of the apple on her lips.

She didn’t respond. It wasn’t a rejection. It just wasn’t a response.

He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, holding himself off her breasts so the only place their bodies met was their lips. It took all his control to go slowly.

At first she didn’t touch him. Then at the same time she began to kiss him back, she placed her palms on his chest, their warmth and pressure highly arousing. She slid her arms around him and slowly pulled him down on top of her.


He took that for permission and rolled to his back, taking her, draping her over his body. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her head lightly, giving her the opportunity to break away if she didn’t like it. She stayed, and he deepened his kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, claiming her, delving into her welcoming and passionate response.

Her moans rose sweetly from her throat, then became deep growling noises. Her hands cupped his face, held him. She massaged his tongue with hers. His cock surged in response.

He rolled again putting her beneath him and slid his thigh between hers.

Her body quivered, her hips undulated, pressing upward against his.

He moved his fingers to the buttons of her sweater and flicked them open one by one, spreading the sides to reveal a pretty white lacy bra with, thank the good Lord, a front clasp. Her eyes opened, met his with an erotic, pleading gaze. The clasp easily opened, and her full, pale breasts spilled free.

“Gil,” she gasped his name. There was no question in it, just pure desire.

Slipping his hands under her shoulders, he pulled her up, brought his mouth down, and latched onto a beautiful strawberry shaded nipple as erect and hard as a little clit.

He uttered a soft grunt at her sharp cry, drawing on her, loving the taste and feel of the tightly furled bud.

She clawed at his shoulders, writhing under him. “Yes, yes, God, yes.”

He delicately clamped her nipple between his teeth.

“Yes. Harder.”

He rocked the tip and lashed it with his tongue.

“Oh. The other one,” she begged with a breaking sob. She fisted her fingers in his T-shirt, yanking, tugging at it.

He released her nipple and pushed himself up.

“No,” she cried.

He gripped the back of his T-shirt and pulled it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” he murmured, and teased her other nipple.

She gave herself so completely over to the torment of his mouth. He could feel her fingernails on his shoulders. The harder she scored, the deeper he drew on her nipple. They fed off each other, off the ecstatic storm of their emotions. She cried his name, rolled her head back and forth on the blanket, stiffened, and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. He felt her orgasm in the vibration of the guttural groan from deep in her belly.

His heart soared, his lips tipped in an elated smile. Just giving her this pleasure satisfied him more than he thought possible. She was an amazing combination of reluctance and responsiveness. She thought her age might make her less attractive? Ha!

A Promise at Dawn is available at Amazon
Amazon Reviews

"Good short story! Faye and Gil have very hot chemistry, and their story is heartwarming. I was surprised at the character development in such a short offering. Faye had suffered such a huge loss, and we were drawn in along on her new path in life."

"Ms Quinn paints a detailed portrait of a woman re-awakening after the loss of her husband. Her emotional state is handled quite deftly. This story has pathos, passion and humor woven together. Gil and Faye's story unfolds quickly and it's a scorcher."

Author Bio
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality

Find New Hope with "Nightlord Lover" by Kathy Kulig...and a raffle!

Warrior vampire Garrick Labar guards the secrets of the Guild. His comrade--vampire and sorcerer Ramon Travere--enforces the uneasy alliance between mortals and immortals. When Larissa Devine moves into town, both Garrick and Ramon are mesmerized and enraptured by her. They crave to claim her as their crimson swan and lover. But a new arrival is fair game and if they don’t claim her first, a band of renegades will.

Larissa finds a blistering-hot ménage with her protectors too intoxicating to resist. The immortals can’t deny their sexual attraction for her and sense her blood pulsing hot and furious when they’re close. Erotic desires thrust her into a world of danger and seduction. When the renegade vampires attempt to destroy a hundred years of peace, Larissa is caught in the crossfire. Eternal love and carnal nights can be her future if she survives.

Here's an excerpt to tempt your palate:

Vampires from both Edmund Manor and the Beaumont House entered the dining hall and quickly took a seat around the long table. This wasn’t a formal meeting, only eight out of the dozen guild members were present, but all were dressed elegantly out of respect to Bastian who sat at the head of the table.
Anger overriding proper etiquette caused Garrick to slam his fist on the mahogany table hard enough to crack the wood. He glared at Lazaro and Kashia sitting across from him then faced Bastian and lowered his gaze. “My apologies, Bastian. Larissa’s my claim, she resides on my land. I demand she remain under my protection until she willingly is drawn into the Guild.”
The elder for the Guild tapped his fingers on a leather–bound book as he stared across the room. Garrick knew he had to move fast, convince the other elders to make Larissa off limits or mark her as his own.
“Laws for the New Hope Guild allow anyone of us to make a claim on a new arrival, regardless of their residence. The number of claimed crimson swans should not be determined by the amount of landownership,” Lazaro argued.
“I agree.” Kashia stood up. “The benefit is for all who reside in the Guild. How many crimson swans does one member need?”
Garrick growled at the female vampire. She had more offerings in one week than Garrick took in a month. “Kashia, if we’re going to take head counts—”
“Enough.” At the end of the table, Bastian stood from his carved wooden
chair. His dark-brown hair hung loosely around his shoulders. The European cut of his black shirt looked hand tailored and highlighted his muscular build. “Lazaro has a valid concern,” Bastian said, locking his gaze with Garrick’s. He watched the fury in his master’s eyes. Nothing angered Bastian more than fighting among those within the Guild, especially over new claims for crimson swans. “The more offerings we have, the stronger we are and better protected from our enemies.”
Bastian spoke from old wounds. His mate, the lovely Claire Fulton, was beheaded by a female vampire slayer in the mid-1800s shortly after Garrick arrived from New Orleans. Many of their kind were killed by this slayer, until she was destroyed within the underground chambers and her ashes tossed into the river. Garrick understood the pain of losing one’s master, especially since the vampire who turned him was also his lover. He too, lost his master and lover in New Orleans. The loss of Jeannette Durant still bore deep.
A week before Claire’s death Bastian arranged for an artist to do a portrait of her as a gift, but she never received the painting. Bastian told Garrick to destroy the artwork but he didn’t have the heart. The painting that hangs in Larissa’s apartment, next to another by the same artist, Ramon. The second one was of Garrick in front of the Beaumont House. These Ramon infused magical powers into the oils. “I don’t have claim to many crimson swans. Not nearly as many as Kashia implies,” Garrick said. “Larissa is working and living on my property, therefore, she’s my claim if I chose. It’s convenient and less conspicuous.”
Bastian growled loudly, his fangs protruding. At four hundred years, no one dared challenged the elder. Garrick had to remember this. “Then make your claim, or another will do so.”
While he waited for the right time, he’d have to keep a close eye on her. Thankfully Ramon’s painting would help with that.

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About the Author, Kathy Kulig:

  Kathy Kulig is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of erotic romance whose works include paranormal, contemporary, BDSM, and suspense. 

She has published (or has contracted to publish) nearly 20 novels, novellas and short stories with various publishers and via self-publishing. Besides her career in writing, she has worked as a cytotechnologist, research scientist, medical technologist, dive master and stringer for a newspaper. In her spare time, she can be found mountain biking, traveling, lounging on the beach with a good book or having dinner out with her husband. Kathy resides in eastern Pennsylvania.

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Greetings from the Velvet Lair of Suz deMello

Say hello to my new cyber-home away from home, my retreat since Wordpress kicked out my last blog, Fearless, Fast-paced Fiction due to alleged violations of their Terms of Service. I guess I was a little too fearless for them!

I'm interested in opinions regarding this blog's look. I tried to the best of my feeble abilities to customize it, but there are still a few glitches...bear with me, but do please let me know what you think.

Thanks, and see you around--probably at a coffee house reading or writing a book.