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Sunday, 23 September 2012

Adonis Devereux




Thank you for having us today! We're thrilled to share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from Evernight Publishing. This book, A Lotus for the Regent, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy, stories about influential courtesans and their political and amorous entanglements with powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.

                            

One more thing: if you haven't read book one, The Soldier's Lotus, yet, don't worry! It's only 99 cents at Amazon now for a limited time (I hope it's still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!

 

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The Lotus Trilogy, 2

 


 

Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.

 

Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence.

 

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So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.

Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”

Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”

The slave hurried into the room.

Let it be written,” Kamen said.

Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.

Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your family name?”

Zomalin.”

Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”

Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.

Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.

Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.

Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”

Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.

Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.

I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.

Don't think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”

Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.

Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.

Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.

What's wrong?” Ajalira asked.

Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.

Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.

Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.

What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.

Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.

But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa's.

Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”

Ajalira nodded vigorously.

Not yet.”

Ajalira whimpered again.

Yours is the last pussy I'll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.

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Saturday, 15 September 2012

Indulgent Blog Hop!



With such hectic lives we all need something to look forward to every now and then. If I'm on my own there's nothing I like more than the peace and quiet to read (or write!) a good book.

But Saturday nights are pure indulgence for me. Forget clubs and pubs and taking hours to get dressed up, I'd rather chill out at home with my family. Home-made pizza and slobbing out in front of the tv has become the norm here at the weekend.

The cold weather has already started to move into the UK and given us even more reason to cuddle up indoors. The X Factor, Downton Abbey and Strictly Come Dancing (Dancing with the Stars, for our American cousins) are all family favourites, and after doing taxi service for all the kids' sports activities, we're more than ready for some downtime.

So, here I am, feet up with snacks and wine to hand and all is calm. I'll make the most of it because before I know it Monday morning will be here, along with the usual battle to get the little darlings out to school. Cheers!

I want to indulge one commenter with a free copy of my latest release, Jackie and her Loose Talk.

Blurb
Jackie Thompson is the kiss and tell queen, prepared to sleep her way to fame and fortune. Her latest escapade with two footballers is on course to secure her future, but she trades it for a handful of magic beans...or in this case, the address of a reclusive billionaire.

Scarred by his past, Viktor Torok hides away from the outside world. When Jackie barges into his life he lets her get away in an effort to protect his privacy. But he hasn't counted on the unwanted attraction that rages between them on their second meet.

Can she break through his walls and help them heal each other?
 
 
Simply leave your details to be in with a chance of winning.

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In addition to the author giveaways, Ndulgent Bloggers are giving away a Grand Prize of $100 GF of winner's choice from either Barnes & Noble or Amazon RAFFLECOPTER CODE a Rafflecopter giveaway

Good luck xx

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Blog Revamp and Giveaway!


So, I let Cherie out of her cell long enough to revamp my blog :)

As well as being a fabulous writer, she is my captive IT geek, who drags me kicking and screaming into the twenty first century with her techno skills.

It got me thinking about what other talents lie out there among writers and readers alike. Apart from writing, I have flitted from one hobbycraft to another over the years.

I started out doing photography, then painting, jewellery making and cake decorating. I also tried knitting, but lets not go there. Writing is the only thing I've ever stuck at and I guess it's because I love it so much.

My kids have developed their own amazing skills which definitely didn't come from me - one is a computer genius and the other competes in at least three different sports!

Come share your own hobbies or sidelines. Comment or send pics to jorjalovett@hotmail.co.uk and I'll post the best on my blog. The winner will receive a copy of  'Jackie and her Loose Talk'. The heroine of my latest release has her own unique talents ;)



Monday, 3 September 2012

Author Spotlight on Misty Burke

 



Hi everyone! My name is Misty Burke and I’m so happy to be visiting with you today. In fact, I’d love to take a minute and tell you a little more about my newest release – The Midnight Cup.

                                                  

Here is a short blurb to whet the appetite:

The Midnight Cup is a story that follows the romance between a white witch and her man … turned slayer … turned vampire … turned soul mate.

Marcus McKinney is a trained member of the Society and a vampire slayer. With an ancient hieroglyphic tattoo to ward off his own personal demons, he travels to a small college town in the Midwest. It is here that he finds The Midnight Cup. A quaint coffee house with a backroom filled with vampires.

The owner of this little establishment is Serenity Baker and she’s a Natural. With her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she’s a beautiful white witch that offers light magic with a simple touch. It is this power that draws the coven of vampires to her small coffee shop which in turn brings Marcus into her life.

The Midnight Cup tells their story amidst a brewing war. With a circle of witches, a coven of vampires, and a league of Society members, who knows what could happen next.

 

Here is a small excerpt to get a taste for the story itself:

 Standing in the moonlight, he watched the neon sign blink in the window of the coffee house across the street. College kids came and went around him. Yet none seemed to notice his presence. The stranger had spent years learning to blend into the shadows.

The night hours slowly passed. It wasn’t until he could feel the coming dawn that he strode across the street and walked inside. Only a few students were left as he took a seat at a corner table. He was keenly aware that the backroom was now empty and this fact pleased the woman behind the counter.

Oddly though, she hadn’t stopped staring at him since he entered. The delicate beauty could somehow see through his shades of practiced darkness and it unnerved him. The tattoo that circled his left bicep felt like it tightened. 

They locked eyes as she approached. “What are you?” She leaned in and pretended to wipe down his table.

“I was just wondering the same thing about you.” She reminded him of a skittish foal.  He reached out to touch her hand and she jerked back.

“Is that why you’re here?” Looking hurt, then angry, she motioned to the door. “Get out.”

“You’ve got this all wrong.” The stranger shook his head in confusion and then pointed toward the red curtain. “I’m here to help you with your little…problem.”

She froze and gave him a long, hard look. “I’ll ask you again. What are you?”

He pulled a large wooden stake out of his trench coat and laid it on the table. “I’m a slayer.”

She sat down at his table and spoke with soft, hesitant words. “Are you part of the Society?”

The question hung in the air as he watched tiny sparkles of gold dance in her light blue eyes. Unknowingly, he reached for her again. The jolt of electricity that followed caused him to take in a quick breath of air. The surge was sudden and left warmth. Staring down at their point of contact, his large hand covering hers, he smiled in awe. “I’m Marcus McKinney. And yes, I’m with the Society.”

“Then you know I’m a natural,” she paused only a moment, “don’t you?”

The glowing warmth evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. In one fluid motion, he disconnected from her and picked up the stake. Damn it, Josh. This was not in your report. He hid the weapon back in the folds of his trench coat and questioned his next move. There wasn’t supposed to be any other paranormal element. The Society might care, but his fight was only with the vampires. This white witch was not his problem.

The woman across from him looked so innocent. “Whatever it is that causes your heart to darken…”

The slayer pushed back his chair and stood. “Let’s get this straight. I’ve no interest in your natural magic or your pity. My assignment is only the coven of vampires you harbor. Don’t get in my way.” 

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Serenity didn’t have to watch him leave. She could feel it. This slayer, with his curly brown hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate, had an aura she hadn’t experienced before. It was more complex and torn than the simplicity of a human. Yet it didn’t have the vast emptiness of the vampire either. His soul was different, unique, hidden in shadow. Marcus McKinney was circled with a deep fog. There were layers to this man she just couldn’t see and that intrigued her.

In fact, she couldn’t think of much else as she closed up the coffee shop. Even after saying goodbye to her staff and locking the doors, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. It was clear to her that his fight with Ivan’s clan was personal. For he might be shaped like a slayer, with years of physical training, but there was more to him than that. Marcus wasn’t just another Society drone. He couldn’t be.

 

You can find more information on The Midnight Cup, and my other stories, at http://mistyburke.com 

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