Friday, October 24, 2014

Spooky, sexy spot #11: Kiki Howell

Redux! Yes, Kiki was here earlier this month but she has not one, but two (who else hears The Count from Sesame Street in their head right now?)...two! spooky, sexy reads this month. Here's the second one...



Soul Lights: A Hallowe'en Romance of an Erotic Danse Macabre

Blurb

Lighting a soul light in a cemetery on Hallowe’en hoping to catch a glimpse of her mother in the danse macabre, Nina’s sadness weighs her down. Then something shimmers on the edge of the tree line. Called to it, she lets a spirit whose flesh is hot and solid but invisible, like no spirit she’s encountered before, lead her into the woods.
With sensations of Deja Vu, she immediately trusts him but knows not why. Wanting that dangerous reach for life that comes only through skin on skin contact, she gives into her needs, outside, against a tree, at the whim of this spirit who feels like a real flesh and blood man. But, secrets await her once Kailen’s spirit materializes fully. And, who steps through the portal next with a Hallowe’en gift will change her life forever…

Excerpt:

She’d never experienced the woods quite this way, to this depth. As they moved or stopped, their bodies continued to brush against each other in various ways. All of her nerve endings remained on high alert. They wanted more of him against her. As she became more disoriented to time and place so far into the trees now, all she only heard his voice. The low timbre floated over her as he talked of things that didn’t quite seem of this time. She didn’t question it though, a slave to her senses, as his body moved hers. Of course, her ghostly guide would defy all the laws of the spirit world, but she failed to focus on it. She should fear his voice, as she lost all her self-preservation instincts when he spoke.
“We are close to my cas…home,” he stumbled over his words. She could feel his breath on her face. He moved in front of her, taking her by the arms to stop her. Something shimmered again in front of her, the quick image of a masculine face, but then disappeared.
He then pulled her toward him as he guided her over a few inches of some rough terrain into a small opening in the trees. Her feet fell in awkward positions over the bumps in the earth. Feeling off balance or out of sorts, she reached out quickly for him. One hand landed on a muscled arm and the other fell flat over his obviously tone abs as he caught her wrists with one of his hands.
“Sorry,” she apologized as she bit her lower lip and felt the blood rush to her cheeks again.
“No apologies,” he half-groaned.
 She bit down harder on her lower lip while she freed one of her hands. Bravely, she ran her free hand up his arm to his shoulders and then his face. Catching herself, she swallowed a gasp when her fingers brushed over his lips. She carefully explored and he didn’t stop her. Moving her fingers around, she thought she could make out a chiseled cheek structure. She’d never had to learn someone’s face this way. The moment proved intimate, exotic, stimulating, as far from scary as one could get.
Nina forced her other arm free of his hold and brought her hand up toward his other cheek.   Yet, to her surprise, Kailen grabbed it back before it got there. 
 About the Author

Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. 

In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. She's also had three flash fiction stories win writing contests. In the fall of 2013, her novel, Hidden Salem, made the Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers Lists in 3 categories: Paranormal, Suspense and Ghosts. You can find out more about Kiki on her website www.kikihowell.com or stop by her blog http://anauthorsmusings.blogspot.com/

Buy Links:

Available Now at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

On Halloween:

It’s hard for me to pick a favorite aspect of Halloween, as it’s one of my favorite holidays from the crisp chill in the air to the fall leaves, but I guess if forced, I would have to go with the evenings sitting in my fully-decorated living room that looks like a witch’s study full of books and potion bottles. With all of that candles lit and my misting cauldron going, I love to watch Halloween or horror movies.
Check out all the shorts on sale during my Witchy October Sale: four books at 0.99, BOGO Incentive and a Giveaway! Just stop by my blog for all the details http://anauthorsmusings.blogspot.com/2014/09/a-witchy-october-sale.html


Thursday, October 23, 2014

Spooky, sexy spot #10: Hunter S. Jones (and friends)

Today we have a spooky, sexy antho offered up by Hunter S. Jones. And away we go...



Masquerade

Vampires, menages, witches, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies. These eight original stories by some of today's hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come to life. Lose yourself in the Masquerade, and explore your wildest desires. Let the games begin…

Featuring:
C.P. Mandara - Dancing With Death
Alisa Easton - Masked Desires
Paige Matthews - Secrets
Glenda Horsfall - Under Cover
Gale Stanley - Optical Illusions
Kayla Lords - The Iron Maiden
Dakota Skye - Dominating Justice
Hunter S. Jones - Fables Deux


About the author:

HUNTER S. JONES
Writer. Exile on Peachtree Street.
  
I make things up and write them down.

The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. Since then, I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.

October 2013 saw the launch of a novel collaboration, SEPTEMBER ENDS, contemporary fiction laced with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound by poetry. SEPTEMBER ENDS has been labeled an “Indie Sensation” due the critical reception and international recognition the novel has received.  It has been awarded Best Independently Published Romance by the peer recommended eFestival of Words. The book has been downloaded in every Amazon domain on the planet. It has achieved #1 status on Amazon for World Literature, #1 in British Poetry, #1 in Artistic Erotica and #1 in Contemporary Poetry.

September 2014 saw the launch of SEPTEMBER FIRST, prequel to SEPTEMBER ENDS. It is the newest addition to the September Stories. SEPTEMBER FIRST is the story of English poets, Jack O. Savage and Indie Shadwick.

Look for MASQUERADE, a paranormal erotic anthology, already on pre-order. MASQUERADE is officially launching November 2, 2014.

You can connect with me at the following social media sites:
https://www.facebook.com/HunterSJonesPR
2 buy links (Amazon and an alternate)

MASQUERADE is available for pre-order on:


On Halloween:

There’s something romantic and sexy about long, cool nights, isn’t there? It’s a time of enchantment.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Spooky, sexy spot #9: Teresa Noelle Roberts

Today's spot goes to one of the nicest people I know, Teresa Noelle Roberts or TNR when I make notes to myself. She's giving us a peek at her book Witches' Waves. I hope I get to read this one. Looks fabulous...




On Halloween:
 
I celebrate Halloween differently than a lot of people. Don’t get me wrong. I love candy and cheesy old monster movies, and I welcome any chance to wear a costume in public. But I’m a Celtic-path pagan, so for me the special aspect of Halloween or Samhain (which, coincidentally or not, also the name of the publisher of the Duals and Donovans series) is that it’s a time to honor and reconnect with ancestors and dead loved ones. After I hand out candy to little ghouls and goblins, I’m meditating, introspective…remembering that love never dies. I can’t speak for everyone, but for me, it’s healthy and beautiful, though sad, to call forth memories of those I’ve lost, to remind myself they’re not truly lost as long as they’re in my heart.

So if you trick-or-treat at my house, you may find me with red eyes and a wistful expression. But it’s all good. For me, it’s more a part of Halloween than the fun size candy bars and the cat ears. (Because, hey, I’m also a full-time writer, so I can wear my cat ears any time I please.)

Witches’ Waves is all about witches and shapeshifters. The scary aspect, though, isn’t the paranormal beings, but a branch of the US government. (Art reflecting life? I’m not saying anything, just in case Big Brother is watching.) But this is definitely a sexy, spooky book, full of magic and danger and the kind of love that changes not only the characters’ lives, but the world. It won’t be out until mid-November, but a little Halloween throwback while you’re getting ready for Thanksgiving isn’t a bad thing.
                                                                                                        
Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: The Different, book 4)
Out 11/18/14 from Samhain Publishing. Pre-order now!

The ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.
 
Long held captive as the Agency’s secret weapon—a blind witch with visions—Meaghan has come to a line she refuses to cross. Rather than betray the infant “child of five bloods” to the Agency’s scientists, she chooses death. Except when she throws herself into the ocean, she doesn’t die. Her repressed water magic comes to life.

When the sodden, delirious witch drifts into Kyle’s arms, his otter dual instincts tell him to get her to the Donovans as fast as possible. Even though one particular surfer-dude Donovan broke his heart.
Declan Donovan continually kicks himself for pushing Kyle away, but his touchy combination of water, earth and lightning magic is too volatile, and Kyle wanted more than Deck was ready to give.
When they come together to help Meaghan control her new magic, it leads the Agency straight to the child of five bloods. They’ll have to dive head-first into total trust—in their magics, in themselves and in each other—to save the child and stop the Agency once and for all.

Warning: Contains an oceanful of sex between an ethereal blind heroine who swears like a pissed-off Marine, an overly serious otter shifter, a would-be beach bum who may be descended from a Norse god, in permutations as fluid as the sea – and themes of abuse and recovery.


And here’s a slightly spooky taste. Otter dual Kyle has just rescued a drowning human woman…and things are getting weird.

The girl stirred and muttered something under her breath.

Donovan.

He swore he heard her say Donovan.

No, couldn’t be. It was just because he’d been thinking about Deck—Declan Donovan,
his Donovan, or the one he wished were his—that he thought he heard the name.

He looked down at her, staring intently as if trying to see through her fragile, fair skin
to the person inside. Could she be one of Deck’s witchy relatives, far from home and in
trouble? She didn’t look familiar but he hadn’t met all of Deck’s siblings, let alone the whole
huge extended family.

Still, Kyle had met a lot of Donovans while visiting Deck. They’d all been fair-skinned,
mostly with fine bones and delicate features like this girl’s, though Deck and some of his
siblings were blond, big, brawny Viking types, more like their Norwegian mother than their
Irish-American father. But witches worked closely with natural energies, and even the most
ethereal-looking of Deck’s relatives, like his scholarly cousins Paul and Portia, had a rosy
glow to their fair skin, an outdoorsy vibe. So the girl was probably not one of the witchy
Donovans.

But they weren’t the only Donovans on the planet, or even in the Pacific Northwest. For
that matter, it could be a first name.

Besides, she’d probably said something different.

She muttered again, and this time there was no question about what Kyle heard: Donovan. Oregon. Baby.

And then she began to convulse.

Her hair stood straight out behind her—her wet, thick hair that up until now had been clinging to her shoulders like nothing would ever move it.

Kyle let out what he hoped was a manly shriek.

If it had been up to his strength of will and professional training alone, Kyle would have turned otter and humped and slithered back to the safety of the water.

What kept him by the girl’s side, making sure she stayed safe during this seizure, possession or  whatever it was, was an otter’s curiosity, stronger than fear or common sense. Something freaky was up here, something he’d never seen before. He’d had a relationship (well, almost a  relationship) with Deck Donovan, who rode waves like an otter and summoned lightning from a clear sky. He’d been on the Donovan estate and met the chatty family ghosts and Deck’s grandmother Roslyn who could pull cancer out of people’s bodies, and Paul’s wife, who was an immortal avatar of Trickster. Kyle thought he knew weird. But everything else he’d seen before paled in comparison to whatever was happening to the poor near-drowned girl. And he wanted to know what was going on.