Fiery Friday (Author Spotlight~Kristine Cayne)

Interview with Kristine Cayne

Q: How long have you been writing erotica and what got you started?

A: I started writing erotic romance at the beginning of 2012. I'm been writing romantic suspense for several years and loved it (still love it), but I got the itch to delve deeper into the sexual side of my characters. I wanted to explore various kinks and fetishes. What better way to do that then with some very high-octane adrenaline junkies? This is why I decided to write firefighter erotic romance with suspense elements or as one reviewer called it: firefighter erotic romantic suspense. :)

Q: Where do you get your inspiration? 

A: For this series, I get my inspiration in a couple places.

For the firefighter aspects, I get it from real-life firefighters, those in the news and those I am in contact with who are so generous in answering all my questions.

For the erotic aspects, I do not claim to have done it all. I write fiction not autobiographies. :) I read articles, watch videos, talk to friends and people in the lifestyle about their experiences. It's a fascinating world, and whatever I can think up, there's someone who's done it!

Q: Which of your characters would you most likely see yourself dating? Why?

A: I love how strong, yet sensitive Jamie is, but I'm not sure our personal styles would gel well. On the other hand, I think William would be just right. I'd shake him up a bit, he'd shake me up a bit. We'd be great together. But alas, he already has Dani. LOL

Q: If your books were made into movies, which actors/actresses do you see playing your main characters?

A: Oh, that's a tough one.

Jamie Caldwell: Stephen Amell
Erica Caldwell:Sienna Miller
Dani Harris: Sophia Bush
William Caldwell: Henry Cavill

Q: What's next for you? Any new releasing coming up that we should know about?

A: I'm actually working on a short story/novella for a paranormal anthology. This is will be my first attempt at paranormal romance and I'm really excited about it. The anthology should release by Hallowe'en.

I'm also working on Deadly Betrayal, the third book of my Deadly Vices series. I'm targeting to release it before Christmas. We'll see what happens. It's a very complicated story, so writing it has been a huge challenge.

Q: Is there anything else you'd like us to know about you or your writing?

A: As I briefly mentioned, I also write romantic suspense. There are currently two books in my Deadly Vices series: Deadly Obsession and Deadly Addiction. I also have a free short story called Guns 'N' Tulips that will give you a taste of my writing. Enjoy!

Purchase Kristine Cayne's Books

Aftershocks

Under His Command

Everything Bared 

The Works Wednesday (Author Spotlight Kristine Cayne)

From the desk of Kristine Cayne:

Aftershocks (excerpt):

Jamie and his team dropped to one knee as a violent aftershock shook the building. Time seemed to slow and Jamie’s attention was drawn to a crack in the ceiling. Christ, no!
They were so close to victory. Let him be wrong.The groaning of the building as it swayed was so loud, he almost missed his wife’s frantic words over the radio. “Be safe, Jamie.”

“Rickie, are you all right?”He watched, his limbs paralyzed by horror, as a massive concrete support column from the north side of the building buckled. The I-beam it was holding up toppled with it, crashing down directly over the location of his wife and child.

Her loud scream filled his faceplate, and he knew he’d hear it until the day he died.The connecting wall and ceiling crumbled and thousands of pounds of construction material pounded down over the area in the beam’s wake. A roar tore through his throat as he imagined their bodies mangled and trapped under the weight. “Rickie! Chloe!”When she didn’t reply, his heart broke, unable to believe things would end this way. It couldn’t be. This couldn’t happen.Then he heard it. So soft, so final. “I love you.”

“Rickie!” he screamed again. “Rickie!” Oh God. No. Determined to get to her, to Chloe, he took off at a run, charging through the fallen structures.Until strong arms dragged him back. “Jamie. It’s too unstable. Remember your training.”Drew’s calm voice pissed him off. “Fuck my training. My family is there. I’ve got to save them.”

“I know. They’re my family too. But you can’t do it this way.”Jamie looked down at his younger brother. He was solidly built, but not as tall as Jamie. “Who’s going to stop me?”

A hand clasped his shoulder. “I will.”

His heart sank. If push came to shove, Hollywood could probably take him. Fuck. “Come on, guys. You can’t expect me to just stand here and wait for them to die. We’re the damn technical rescue team. Let’s do our jobs and rescue them.”

Hollywood clapped him on the back. “Now you’re talking. But we aren’t charging in there like jackasses on meth.”

Under His Command (excerpt):

Something soft and cool slid over Erica's eyes. “What’s this?” she asked, reaching for it.

“Shh… It’s just a blindfold. To heighten your senses.”

Like she needed her senses heightened? He’d already taken her places she’d never been. “I’m not sure about—”

Jamie's hand smacking her butt cheek completely derailed her train of thought. “Did you just slap me?”

“That was a spank. Now turn around.” He tied the scarf over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

She really should resist, tell him to stop. Something. But she didn’t. “Okay. Why should I let you spank me?” she asked. So far this night had been like nothing she’d expected. Jamie was skilled and unpredictable. And she was genuinely curious.

“Because you love it.” His fingers trailed down the crease between her cheeks and dipped into her. Her body convulsed, pushing against his hand to take more of him. What was it about fingers that felt so darned good?

Another smack, this one a little harder, had her trembling. “See how wet you are? How good it feels?” he said.

He was so right.

Everything Bared (excerpt):

William lowered his head, pausing when their lips were a mere breath away, and whispered, “For the record, I’m very happy you came to see me.”

Danielle's lips parted as if she were going to respond, but he didn’t give her a chance. He melded their mouths together, his tongue sweeping against hers in an erotic dance that brought back all his pent-up desire in seconds. His cock hardened at the taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of her in his arms. Her moans flowed through him, fueling him. He needed to touch her, to have her skin against his. Now.

After a quick glance to make sure the door was closed, he dragged her around his desk and sat in his chair. Her eyes blazed as she straddled his lap. No words were spoken. No words were needed. His hunger for her had to be as evident as hers for him.

Wrapping his hands around her slim waist, he yanked her against his chest. His cock nestled at the apex of her thighs. She ground against him, increasing the pressure, driving them both mad. “I love seeing you in uniform,” he murmured against her lips. The dark blue of her house pants and shirt set off the creaminess of her skin, and her eyes stood out like two perfect Godiva chocolates.

“Wait until you see me in my bunker gear,” she teased, and he wanted to eat her all over again.

But Danielle seemed to have something different in mind. She squeezed her hands between their bodies and began to tug at his belt. “I love seeing you in these fancypants suits. Do you have any idea how hot you look? Those Armani models have nothing on you.”

She paused in her efforts to undress him and traced the erection that ruined the perfect line of his trousers. He groaned and laughed at the same time. “I’ve got a lot of suits.”

“Thank God.” Leaning in, she licked his chin and pressed her lips to his in a scorching kiss that threatened to make him explode on the spot. Finished with his belt, she popped the button and went to work on his zipper.

When her hand slipped inside his pants and snaked down to grip his cock, he let his head fall back. A groan tore through his clenched teeth. “Your hand feels so fucking good.”

Her chuckle had his eyes snapping open. “What?”

“You cursed again. It’s cute.”

This was the second time she’d laughed at him about swearing. Did she think he was a wimp? Not as tough as her firefighter coworkers? Perhaps it was time to teach her a lesson, give her a taste of the man beneath the veneer. “Cute, Ms. Harris?” he said, pinning her with a glare, his voice low and controlled. “Would you like to know what I plan to do to you?”

Her smile faded.

“I’m going spread you out on my desk and pound my cock into your sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream. So hard you’ll come until you’ve got absolutely nothing left.” With her legs wrapped around his waist, he pushed to his feet and shoved his papers aside as he lowered her to the polished surface of his desk. “Still think I’m cute?”

Eyes-wide, mouth slack, she shook her head. He fought the urge to grin.

“Good.”

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Meeting Monday~ Author Spotlight with Kristine Cayne (Week of September 16-20)

Meet Kristine Cayne

Award-winning author Kristine Cayne is fascinated by the mysteries of human psychology—twisted secrets, deep-seated beliefs, out-of-control desires. Add in high-stakes scenarios and real-world villains, and you have a story worth writing, and reading. Kristine’s heroes and heroines are pitted against each other by their radically opposing life experiences. By overcoming their differences and finding common ground, they triumph over their enemies and find true happiness in each other’s arms. Today she lives in the Pacific Northwest, thriving on the mix of cultures, languages, religions and ideologies. When she’s not writing, she’s people-watching, imagining entire life stories, and inventing all sorts of danger for the unsuspecting heroes and heroines who cross her path.

Books by Kristine Cayne:

The Six-Alarm Sexy series 

Aftershocks (Prequel): 
When Seattle is struck by a devastating earthquake, technical rescue firefighter Jamie Caldwell must save his estranged wife and daughter from the wreckage of a collapsed building. He's defied the odds hundreds of times, but will his luck finally run out for good? 

Under His Command (Book One): A firefighter desperate to save his failing marriage earns the trust--and the sexual submission--of his controlling wife in the most pleasurable of ways. After an explosive one-night stand results in pregnancy, Jamie Caldwell is thrilled to marry the perfect foil to his Dom side. But when his submissive wife starts cringing every time he gives a command, Jamie shackles his dark desires. A bout of rough, frenzied reunion sex makes him wonder if now he should free the Dom he's kept in chains and teach Erica the joys of submission and sexual surrender. Erica Caldwell secretly loved every sinful thing Jamie did to her on their first night together. However, terrified she'll become a codependent doormat like her mother, she repeatedly rejects Jamie's dominance, despite craving the kind of release only he can give her--the release that comes from yielding to Jamie's every demand. Hoping that the trust required by BDSM will help them rebuild their faith in each other, Jamie and Erica embark on a journey of sexual exploration. But is it too late to repair their crumbling marriage? 

Everything Bared (Book Two): Two polar opposites--she's kinky, he's uptight--discover they share a taboo desire that may destroy both their futures. Firefighter Dani Harris has always wanted a family, but doesn't think it's possible because of her demanding, high-stakes career. Her sex life is as high-adrenaline as her job, and that's just one more thing that makes her unsuitable to be a wife and mother. Her secret kink--exhibitionism--has gotten in the way of more than one relationship. Will she ever find a man who not only shares her wild fantasies, but loves her for them? Burdened with ensuring the success of the struggling family business, William Caldwell IV needs a wife suited for a CEO--one with money and connections, who can manage his busy social life and raise their 2.5 children. He's got everything all mapped out, but when he meets Dani, a woman who's every kind of wrong, she taps into desires he's only half-recognized and long-suppressed. Suddenly his carefully crafted five-year plan feels as confining as a straightjacket. As Dani and Will's sexual experimentation escalates, they test the limits of polite society by baring all and risking exposure--an exposure that could cost them their reputations and careers. 

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Interview with Author Sherri Hayes

Note: This interview was originally posted on Lori's Book Blog, July 24, 2012 as part of the Need (Finding Anna, Book 2) blog tour.

1)      When did you know that you wanted to become an author?

That’s a good question. It was never something I aspired to be. At 30, I posted my first story online out of pure frustration over a television storyline. By the time I’d finished it, it was the eighth most read story on the site. I had people encouraging me to write something and try to publish it after that, but I didn’t take it all too seriously. English was one of my worst subjects in school. Being an author never occurred to me. It wasn’t until after my publisher read another story of mine I’d posted online, and approached me, that I even considered it.

 

2)      What's your favorite book?          

Voyager by Diana Gabaldon

 

3)      I've read a few of your books and I've noticed that your heroines tend to face past challenges, but always come out so strong.  Where do you get your inspiration for these amazing women?

I draw a lot of inspiration for both my hero’s and heroine’s from my own personal experiences.

 

4)      Speaking of amazing characters... I couldn't help but absolutely fall head over heels for Stephan, is there anyone in particular that his character resembles?

As in a real-life person? No. Stephan is defined by his experiences just as all my characters are, just as everyone is.

 

5)      Along with the story, Slave gives off a very important message about Human Trafficking, and how real it really is in today's world... Is there anything specific that inspired you to write about it?

This story idea came to me after hearing the Jaycee Dugard story. I’d been reading some D/s stories at the time, and got the idea to try and mix the two together.

 

6)      What was the hardest, and easiest parts, to write about in Slave and Need?

For the most part, Stephan’s POV is much easier to write than Brianna’s. Every thought, every word, is filled with emotion from her. I find myself in tears when writing her quite often.

 

7)      Can you give us a little hint as to what lies ahead for Brianna and Stephan? 

We are going to find out more about how she ended up with Ian, and more about Ian himself. Also, we are finally going to get to hear John’s side of the story. I know a lot of people are dying for that.

 

8)      Thank you so much for answering my questions today... I just have one more... If you could say anything to your readers, what would it be?"

I hope you enjoy my stories and fall in love with my characters as much as I do.

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The Works Wednesday (Author Spotlight~N. Isabelle Blanco)

From the desk of N. Isabelle Blanco

Addictive Lunacy

I sighed, feeling a headache coming on. Dorian text me next, also apologizing. Whatever. There went my “carefully” laid out plans of letting loose for the night. I’d just opened the door to exit the bathroom when a woman’s voice reached my ears. A voice that could only be described as sexy. “What do you mean you’re not coming? Damn it woman, I’m already here! You know, these are the moments I’m convinced that Ang values our friendship more than you do even though we just met...well, can’t you tell your slave-driving boss you already made plans? No, I don’t give a fuck that he got called into a last minute meeting!” I swallowed heavily, something about that voice and the way it wrapped around the word “fuck” affecting me. Confused, I turned the corner, intent on moving towards the stairs leading back up to the bar. Intent, common sense, and all general intelligence flew right out of the back of my head when I caught sight of the owner of that voice. A tiny blond thing was pacing back and forth in front of the stairs, her agitated steps so fast that she was almost a blur. She was wearing a tight black skirt that reached mid-thigh. Her skin was entrancing; I immediately realized that fact, especially the amount of leg that was left bare to my view. All the way down to her flat little boots that ended at her ankles. She paired it with a white button down shirt that had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. But the part of her outfit that was completely different was the black fedora hat on her head. It was obviously a man’s hat but on her it looked...cute. She was sexy and too fucking cute. The woman turned, not catching sight of me as she continued pacing. The side of her face hit me like a slap to my own. Big lashes, small upturned nose, and a matching chin. All of it was beyond attractive. Yes. But it was her lips...dear God, those lips. I’ve never seen lips like that in my life. My lips parted in surprise, air rushing out. It took me a few seconds to realize that the pounding I was hearing in my ears was my heart. It roared in my chest, pummeling blood through my veins. Blood that was... Oh, fuck no. Are you fucking serious right now? An erection? Really? Yes. Not that I was stranger to them, but this one hit me hard and out of nowhere. I actually took a step back, panting with shock and hunger. The beauty before me continued, still oblivious to my existence. An existence that now felt like it was being somehow consumed by her. “You made me get all ready and now you’re leaving me hanging.” The tiny woman stomped her foot in her frustration. “Yeah, well, you told me, ‘Liv, get sexy as fuck, we’re going out.’ So what did Liv do? Liv did her hair...yes, I straightened out my wavy as fuck locks for your ass. I even got waxed. Of course I got everything waxed...I know my pussy’s not for you. No, I wasn’t hoping to hook up with someone tonight, you insufferable shrew. Point is, you told me to be here and be sexy while doing it and now you’re leaving me hanging!” I should have cleared my throat, asked her to move, and gotten the hell out of there. But there was no way I could do any of those things. I was frozen and somehow on the verge of breaking out into a sweat. At no point of my life could I claim that I’d ever had an overly active imagination. Until then. The moment the words “waxed” and “pussy” registered in my mind, my knees nearly became useless. I silently yelled at my mind to get the hell out of there and ignore what I’d just heard. A warning dismissed. My mouth had gone desert-dry, images running through my head that had no business being there. I ran the back of my hand across my mouth, realizing that it was shaking. Badly. What the hell was happening to me? This was...it was...visceral. That was the only damned word that came to mind. It was also wrong! My dick was rock hard for a sexy little stranger that I’d never seen before in my life. This could be considered normal but I’d been engaged to another woman up to yesterday, and on top of that, I hadn’t reacted to a woman like this since I was a teenager. No. Not even then. Fuck! “Ugh, you know what? Fuck you and your damned boss, Dem. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. No, I don’t forgive you.” There was a playful tone behind her words. A smile was playing at the corner of her lips. Someway, somehow, I found myself jealous of that smile. You’re definitely going insane. A smile? Really? You want to be a smile? Those luscious lips twitched again and I found myself mutely nodding. So full. God, just look at the bottom one... She’d stopped her pacing and now stood with her side facing me. Against my will, my eyes traveled from head to toe, drinking in every detail. My mouth felt bone dry but somehow, it felt like drool was about to leak out of the corner of my lips. I heard the woman say goodbye and saw her hang up the phone. That was my moment. My moment to move. Did I take it? Fuck no. I was paralyzed. Completely so. A part of me hoped that she would just turn around and walk up the stairs. That she’d ignore me and leave me to deal with the thing that was suddenly eating at me. No such luck. All it took for her to notice me was her hanging up her phone. The moment this beautiful creature named Liv turned to look at me, I knew I was done for. I knew it. She had to tilt her head all the way back to look at me. Huge, dark blue eyes blinked in confusion. I could see shock there. Then, a look I’d seen before in women’s eyes crossed her own. Considering what she was doing to me, it should have come as no surprise that seeing that look on her face nearly sent me into a rage. Not the type that had to do with anger, although that simmered beneath everything. But seeing those huge eyes falling to my feet and slowly, very slowly, crawling their way back up, getting hotter and hotter all the while... This time, I did clear my throat. Not because I wanted to interrupt her. Hell no. Her gaze felt like a physical touch beneath my clothes and most of my idiotic body was loving it. The clearing of my throat came about simply because I couldn’t really breathe anymore. Not really. My throat was closing in on me, intent on ending my life. The woman heard me and her eyes snapped up to meet my own. Nothing could have surprised me more than when she narrowed them, one eyebrow raising as she threw me an annoyed look. She huffed, crossing her arms. “Oh what? You can stand there and eavesdrop on my convo, which I totally know you did, and I can’t take something in return?” I blinked, completely confused. Then, because my eyes truly were against me, they decided to give her one more very thorough once-over. God. As Luke would say, she’s fucking hot. That dark blond eyebrow remained raised. Then, God help me, she pursed her lips, tilting her head and studying me. “How much of that did you actually hear?” she asked, her small hand raising to adjust the hat on her head. I swallowed, trying to find my voice. “A...quite a bit,” I finally said, not wanting to lie to her. A sheepish look came over her face for about a second. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just leaving the bathroom and...yeah.” I was feeling completely out of my element as I motioned uselessly behind me. She looked away, her cheeks actually turning pink. Fuck my life and everything in it. “Well, I’m sorry you had to hear that. I was just...annoyed.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes. Something about seeing such an outspoken girl semi–shy got to me. I found myself biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling. “It’s ok. From what I gathered, you got stood up.” Anger flared in her eyes for a second. “Yeah. So annoying, too. I went out of my way to be here. Kinda needed to have some fun, too.” And she pouted. She fucking pouted. I’m going to come. I’m going to come and all because of just looking at those lips. Perhaps it was time to get away. No, it had been time to get away awhile ago. Now that I was talking to her, a part of me was actually hesitant to go. I tried to keep my tone conversational even as my lower abs tightened with heat. “I know the feeling. I got stood up, as well.” Her eyes moved back towards me and between their color and those eyelashes, I was almost what you would call enchanted. Like a damned moth. “Who stood you up? Friends?” “My friend and my annoying brother. Good for nothing idiot that he is.” Liv giggled out of nowhere. I kind of wanted to fling myself off a building. Or onto her. Holy fuck. “Well, that sucks. Both of us here and stood up.” She paused after that, a pensive look coming over her face. Then, those big eyes brightened and nearly killed me. She looked back up at me, neck tilted back, and offered me the one thing I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Wanna hang out upstairs and have a few drinks? At least we both get to say the night won’t be a complete waste, then.”

AMAZON

Allure Magnified

I turned over onto my side, fighting the embarrassing urge that demanded that I hump my hand. Or my bed. Possibly both. Groaning, I kicked off my covers, knowing that the AC was on full blast and there was nothing I could do about the heat. I’d taken a cold shower before going to bed but it hadn’t done anything to help. Fucking myself silly hadn’t done anything, either, so I knew there was no point of going down that avenue again. My fingers just weren’t enough to do anything. I should’ve gone with Liv and Ang to that damned sex shop. Missing Dorian had become a stress test that was out of control. My body had become addicted to the painful, euphoric high of his touch. Without him around, my brain chemistry was loopy, attacking me for not being able to provide it its new favorite drug. There was nothing I could do about it. Hell, Dorian hadn’t wanted to leave. Our goodbye before his business trip had been frantic, passionate... overwhelming and desperate. I’ll never forget the look on his face that night, the way he ground his teeth together as if leaving me was the most painful thing that he’d ever done. The memory of that look sent another lustful pulse of need radiating through my core, one that had me groaning in frustration and rolling my eyes in irritation. I was about to kick the covers completely off and give up on sleep altogether when I heard my phone vibrate on my nightstand. The light it gave off illuminated my dark room. My heart jumped into my throat, making my mouth fall open on a sharp gasp of surprise. Everything in my body went into overdrive. It was pathetic and awe-inspiring all at once. I knew without looking at the caller ID that it was Dorian calling. I sat up with that thought, reaching over to snatch my phone off the nightstand. My fingers shook; I was so clumsy that I almost rejected the incoming call. “He—Hello?” His sharp inhalation brought me close to biting through my lip. “I can’t sleep, Demi.” The rough way he said my name left nothing to the imagination. I opened my mouth to reply...a plaintive sound is what leaked out instead. “I miss you. Too much. More than I fucking should,” he admitted. Funny, I could’ve said the same thing. “It’s been too damned long. How did I think I could do this?” Good question. I’d been asking myself the same thing for nearly two weeks. “Damn it, Demi. Say something. I need to at least hear your voice.” “I need you.” I could do nothing other than gasp out that one miserable truth. My breaths were panting and my nipples grazed my tank top with each one. “God. I need you, too. So much. I can’t think straight anymore.” “Dorian,” I moaned. Jesus, even I could hear the agony sliding across every syllable of his name. I shifted, my thighs pressing together harshly. It did nothing to ease the empty pounding tearing through me. “I’m so hard for you, it hurts to even breathe, girl. Are you wet for me, baby?” “You know I fucking am.” Frustration was riding me hard, feeding an anger that showed itself in my tone. My thighs shifted again, pointlessly rubbing together, seeking the friction that I desperately craved. It just didn’t do any good. Only my hand had offered me any type of relief up until then, and even that was no longer enough to satisfy me. “Baby.” Dorian’s exhalation had me groaning and biting my cheek. “Demi, touch yourself. I need to hear you.” I whimpered and turned onto my side. “I can’t.” My face was pressed into my pillow, my hips all but humping the air. The arousal had turned in on me. What I felt was not only painful but borderline unnatural. How could I want anyone this much? Dorian still hadn’t replied and if he hadn’t been breathing harshly, I would’ve thought that the call had dropped. “Get on the computer.” “What?” I asked. “Get on Skype, Demi. Now.” He’d barely finished his demand and I was already scrambling out of bed. I nearly dropped my phone as I ran the short distance to my desk and ripped my laptop off its surface. Tremors attacked my body at the mere thought of seeing him... I wouldn’t get to touch him but just thinking about seeing his dick had my skin burning hot. Oh God, his beautiful cock that I was dying to touch... “Demi…” “Logging in now,” I said, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Get naked. I want you spread for me as soon as I see you.”

AMAZON

Destructively Alluring

It all happened so fast. I pressed my lips to hers and raw, agonizing sensation exploded. It all rose up and mixed with the muskiest flavor I’d ever tasted. I heard an animalistic growl leave me as I all but swallowed her bottom lip, sucked it in and got lost in the juicy feeling of it. As lost as I was in the sharp stabs of lust that were assaulting my lower abs and cock, I was still expecting her to pull back. Still expecting her to attack me, shove me away, hurt me and run screaming bloody murder out of the office. She didn’t. Demitra was panting against my mouth and she hadn’t moved as I continued to suck her bottom lip. I grabbed it between my teeth, my hands now cupping her small face. I pulled back and bit slightly harder, then soothed where my teeth had just been with my tongue. What happened next floored and ensnared me. Demitra finally moved, a harsh breath leaving her and sliding into me. Her small hands gripped my dress shirt and a sound left her that nearly pushed me to my knees. Next thing I knew, we were stumbling, I was pressing her against the desk, and one of her tiny hands had wrapped around my neck. Lord help me, she brought me closer. And...her tongue. I felt her tongue. “Demi.” I moaned biting her lower lip and using the hold I had on her jaw to coax her mouth open. That delicious sound left her mouth again and she tilted her head, allowing me access and even sliding out her tongue to meet mine as it slid in. This time my knees did jerk. I let go of her face and grabbed her hips hard, groaning into her mouth at the feel of her. 

I’d been unwillingly fantasizing about her for months, touching her now was debilitating. I swirled my tongue around hers, my hands tightening and my fingers sliding an inch back. The curve of her ass called to me but a part of me was afraid to move too fast. Hell, I was already going too fast. But again, she was allowing me to and her taste was sheer intoxication. The way her tongue slid against mine, the movements wet and slightly shy... “Fuck,” I gasped, realizing that while delicious, her movements seemed unpracticed. Uncertain. I breathed deeply, nipping lightly at her bottom lip because I couldn’t bring myself to fully pull away. “Don’t...God, girl. Don’t tell me I just stole your first kiss.” Demitra shook her head, her eyes focused on my mouth with an intensity that made me twitch. “No, I just haven’t...” then she pulled away, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. “Is it that obvious?” Her voice was small when she asked, her cheeks darkening and her stare dropping. “What?” I cupped her chin and forced her to look back up at me. “What are you talking about?” Demitra pulled her face away from me and adjusted her glasses in a move that made my cock impossibly harder. A move I’ve seen so many times over the last few months and one that got me every time. “I’ve only been with one guy...for a little while...” “Stop.” I actually growled, my vision flaring red at the images that her admission caused. My hips thrust into her and my hands became vicious. My chest was still vibrating with remnants of that growl as I pressed my lips to her jaw. I exhaled roughly and tried to bring the irrational and unprecedented jealousy I was feeling under control. Suddenly, my brain was twisting with curiosity that my dick was backing up. After all, he rationalized, we needed to know what we were getting into if we were going to get into it. Jesus, I really am sick. And hard. So hard and aching deep down in my bones. I was anxious to claim the little trembling body against me. “Tell me,” I panted, my teeth grazing her jaw. The sound that left her was a bomb, made specifically to turn the walls of my control into ash. “How far have you gone?...Are you a virgin?” I knew those questions were me taking it too far. I knew it was tactless of me to ask about her sexual history when we were nothing more than employee and employer. Old family acquaintances, at best.

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Blood Flows Deep in the Empire

Something caught Ismini’s attention, making her turn her head. There was a low sound coming from her far right, and as soon as she took two steps toward it, she knew what it was. Her whole body roared to life, and before she knew it, the mating rushed up on her and she was moving. Ismini walked the length of the balcony with light but hurried steps. She made it halfway around the circumference of the compound when the moonlight illuminated a figure she’d come to recognize so well. Dyletri stood in front of the stone balcony railing, staring off into the night. Ismini knew she should walk away, but something in his expression made it impossible. His shoulders were slumped forward. He looked exhausted in a way that no being like him should have been. Even taking into account the moonlight reflecting off his white hair, Ismini could tell he was too pale. Worry got the best of her, and before she had a chance to think better of it, she was approaching him and calling out his name. “Dyletri?” His entire body went rigid. So much that Ismini feared for a second that he was on the verge of jumping right off the balcony. There was something about him that throbbed with energy, but the way he seemed to tremble and refused to acknowledge her had her taking one more cautious step forward. “Are you okay?” Ismini knew she couldn’t hide the worry. He glanced toward her, most of his face hidden in shadow. She tried to keep her distance, she really did, but her body was rebelling against her in the worst way. Next thing Ismini knew, she was walking closer to him again and the closer she got, the more she saw that he was, in fact, trembling. “I’m serious. What’s wrong?” she asked again, fighting the urge to reach out to him. “Ismini . . . ” Ismini had been told that beings like him couldn’t get sick. But at that particular moment, she was doubting that with every fiber of her being, and the mere thought of something happening to him made her want to die. She wasn’t being melodramatic, either. Vedlyl had explained that if Dyletri did somehow die, Ismini was going with him, no matter what.

A mated being couldn’t live without their mate, plain and simple. “Please. Please tell me what’s wrong.” She continued her advance, not even realizing how odd it was that he was walking backwards. That he seemed to be fleeing from her. Dyletri’s back met the end of the balcony, where the wall was. “I need you to stay back,” he said, his tone menacing. Ismini couldn’t see his face. But she could still see those damned tremors. She couldn’t have forced herself to walk away even if she had wanted to. Dyletri shook his head and stepped away from her. “No. I need you to stay back.” Huh? “I’m serious, Ismini. Stay back!” She was a mere three feet away from him and couldn’t stop. His energy had leaked into the air and was throbbing around her, vibrating and hypnotizing her and drawing her closer. “There’s something wrong with you. You’ve been looking sick for days!” Please, just tell me you’re okay. I’ll force myself to leave somehow . . . just say you’re all right. Ismini stopped in front of him. Past the point of rational thought, she raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder. She had thought he’d done all he would do to imprint himself on her mind and body. Ismini had been so wrong. Moving at top speed, Dyletri grabbed her and turned them both. He pressed her front against the wall he’d just been backed up against. Ismini almost died. The very air she breathed became molten inside her. He was close to her back. Too fucking close. So close Ismini just wanted to whimper and press herself against him. She wanted to rotate her hips and beg him to do something about the ache inside her. Exhaling shakily, she wished there was a way she could dig her nails into something. Anything. The same way his hand was digging into the stone next to her head. Dyletri leaned closer, his face nuzzling her hair. Ismini swore that the strands had developed nerve endings all of a sudden. She felt his touch shooting through them. Up into her scalp. Down into the fabric of her skin. Lower. A gasp left her. She was barely holding on to her sanity. “Dyletri.” His hand, the one that that had been digging into the stone, disappeared. It came back, slamming so hard into the wall that Ismini jumped. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the cracks spreading out from where his fingers were. Ismini shouldn’t have been able to see those details in the dark, but Dyletri’s skin was glowing again. His veins were lighting up in the same way they had in the alley back on Earth. No, wait, it was more than that. Every individual vein on the back of his hand glowed. Then Dyletri murmured her name. “Ismini . . . ” She shuddered and almost came right there. His voice was seductive against her ear. Her entire uterus throbbed and threatened to leave her body, and the resulting gush was embarrassing. She shook as she fought the urge to force herself on him. There was no way she could ever overpower him, but she wanted to. God, did she want to. Ismini heard the stone on the side of her head crack some more. Heard the stone railing to her left fracturing as well. She should have been frightened by how powerful Dyletri was, but instead, she felt something inside her snap loose. Felt whatever control she had over the mating turn to ash that was swept away and consumed by a tornado of need. She was defenseless. “Ismini . . . stop me. Tell me to stop.” His voice slid into her. There was something in his tone that her body instinctively recognized. Something her body bowed to, but her will refused to obey. “No,” she whispered. “No, I don’t think I want to.”

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Meeting Monday~Author Spotlight with N. Isabelle Blanco (Week of 26 August 2013)

Meet N. Isabelle Blanco

N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At age 3, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she had already begun to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. An avid reader in her teens, a fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fanfiction. 

Her on again, off again hobby for the next ten years, she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fanfiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world. With three novellas and two novels now under her belt, she now spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is, when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

Miss Blanco currently has four books available to purchase:


Destructively Alluring

Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra, as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.

After a torrid but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship, Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him. A young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both because now he plans to claim her. Thoroughly.

Addictive Lunacy

Calum Alexander lived his life one way. With purpose and moderation. Everything was set in place and everything happened according to a plan. That is, until his picture perfect engagement falls apart and his crazy brother Lucas gets him to agree to a night out. Calum is left to fend for himself when Lucas decides to bail and ‘fend for himself’ he will need to. A vivacious and obviously young Livana Payne catches his attention and before he knows what’s going on, they end up talking. By the end of the night, Calum is on fire for the impish girl who’s managed to ignite an inferno within him.

Yes, she’s twelve years younger and the complete opposite of what he’d imagined in his life, but he hungers for her in a way that’s frightening. Drunk and surprisingly out of control, he’s dead set on his need to have her. But the moment he accidentally lets it be known that he’s recently single, Livana is having none of it. There is no way she’s getting involved with a man who just broke up with his fiance. No, they were going to have to wait. Calum’s need for her somehow kept growing. As the days went by and he got to know her more, Livana seemed to be stealing all of his sanity. As much as she wants to wait it quickly becomes obvious to Calum that he’s losing his grip to the monster she’d awakened within him. He’s about to lose control and when he does, he knows there’s going to be nothing gentle about what he’ll end up doing to her.

Allure Magnified

It’s been four months since Demitra Davis ended up entangled in the most complicated –albeit gratifying- situation she’d ever thought to find herself in. A situation she isn’t keen to get herself out of. Her now ex-boss, Dorian Sorrenson, is too delicious for her to want to pull herself away from. Yes, he’s the son of her father’s dead best friend. Yes, he was her boss for a few months of her life. Yes, he’s also almost eleven years older, but there was no way Demitra could stop herself from being attracted to him. And that was all before that one night in which Dorian carried her away from the arms of another man and branded her as his.

Although Demitra is no longer working for him, she and Dorian have continued to let their relationship progress in secret while wondering how to let her father know without infuriating him more than he’s bound to be. Dorian has just returned from a month long business trip, and thoughts of telling her father are the farthest from Demitra’s mind. No, she’s missed her man and has to get her hands on him. Their passion continues to escalate as well as the feelings they both have for each other. What neither of them planned on was the spite of Dorian’s ex-lover and how far she’d be willing to go to stir up problems for the two of them. Demitra is worried that their burgeoning relationship won’t be able to hold up under the stress. What she doesn’t count on is Dorian’s feelings for her and how far he is willing to go in order to keep her as his.

Blood Flows Deep in the Empire

Dyletri, God of Fertility, has locked away his powers. No woman is allowed to touch him, not until he can return his long-dead lover back to life. All he has to do is sacrifice one human girl, a girl who unlocks his powers and rips his dormant lust right out of his body. Trapped by his promise, Dyletri has no choice but to watch Ismini die, no matter how much he wants her.

Yet the darkness of his calling is spiraling within him, demanding he claim the human as his. If he goes back on his promise, the energy of the Fates will cause untold destruction in the Universe. That doesn’t change how Dyletri’s begun exhibiting symptoms that point to more than just lust. How does he allow Ismini to die when she’s come to own him from the inside out?

Desire and torment spiral into something much darker than obsession, more turbulent than an addiction, and something much more brutal than a mere soul-mating. As a war is being rekindled right under his nose, Dyletri will have to come to terms with a destiny eleven thousand years in the making. He thought he’d known what path his future would take, but he’d been wrong. Now the one woman he truly loves might pay the price for his decision.

Blood Flows Deep in the Empire is the first in a series that will pit free-will against Destiny, Destiny against Fate, and love against brutal desire. Everyone likes to think they have a choice as to who they end up with, but as they rise to face the greatest threat they’ve ever known, even the Gods will learn they have to bend to Destiny’s whim to survive.

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