Friday, September 25, 2009, make that ROAR!

I've made the best-seller list at one big online bookstore. OK, it's not the NY Times, but it's damn exciting since I'm a new-to-Samhain author with a new release.

And speaking of sales, I believe today's the last day to buy Lions' Pride at a special sale price. We all like sale prices. Go buy it now!.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Lions are Live! Take them home today!

Look! Look! Lions'Pride is now up and available for ordering as an e-book. (The print book should come out next year, but it depends to some extent on ebook sales, so if you're not an ebook fan and want to read it, tell your friends to order the ebook!)

It's on the splash page here and my own personal page, complete with a link to an excerpt and the all-important buy link, is here.

I could just burst with excitement and pride! *squeals so loudly her friends in the UK can hear her*

Note: In case you're new to my blog and have missed the memo, this book contains car chases, magical battles, snarky ghosts, hot shapeshifters and witches and lots and lots of explicit sex, some threeway or gay. Depending on your taste, this is either a warning or a recommendation.

Here's another little taste...not necessarily the thing to read at the office! A little sex magic to start your day off right!

He slid a hand down to stroke Rafe’s cock. Like touching himself and yet not. He was acutely aware of the similarities and differences between their bodies. Acutely aware of Rafe’s weight and thickness. A slightly shorter cock than his, but thicker, cut as his was not so it felt pleasantly alien. It was swollen and proud and a deep purple at the crown.

With his other hand, he reached, found his wife, who’d shrugged off her robe so she, too, was naked. He slipped his fingers between her legs, parted her drenched curls to caress her hard little clit.

Rafe’s hand closed around him. Surer than Jude’s touch on the other man’s cock, Rafe stroked and caressed. The perfect pressure, the way he’d touch himself—harder than Elissa normally would unless he urged her to be rough. It felt as though Rafe were drawing liquid silk over him, but that was his own fluids, pre-come leaking in his eagerness.

Pressure built inside him, and not just in his dick.

The air smelled different, not only of sex, but of flowers, and when he forced himself to look he saw the world around them was in springlike bloom. The tree had transformed into an enormous lilac, filling the air with its heady fragrance.

Quickly, he raised his hand to his mouth, licked it to moisten it, tasting Rafe as he did, then went back to stroking that delicious length.

Dancing on the fingers of his other hand, Elissa mewled. Her juices drenched him, flowing down his hand, flowing to the dry earth, he swore, and making it blossoming.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, and both men turned to her.

She shook her head, beckoned to Jude.

Jude lay on his back with Elissa straddling him, her slick, tight folds engulfing his aching cock.

Rafe hung back, his eyes sad, his erection blazing.

This was a dream. You could do what you wanted in dreams—and Jude knew what he wanted. “Let me suck you,” he said. “I’ve never…but I know what I like.”

Rafe’s grin would have been reward enough, especially when paired with Elissa contracting around him like a silk vise.

Rafe kneeled beside Jude’s head. He clasped his hand around the base of Rafe’s cock, took a deep breath, ran his tongue over the slick, swollen head.

Not bad.

Damn good, in fact.

He wanted more.

Elissa moved over him, riding his cock for all she was worth, the liquid sounds of his penis moving inside her an added stimulus.

Another man’s cock filled his mouth for the first time ever.

He’d never known he’d wanted this until he met Rafe—had figured it wasn’t his thing.

But it was. Oh, it was. He simply hadn’t had the right offer before.

Slick with his saliva, his hand stroked more easily now, moving up and down the shaft. He bobbed his head to take in more of Rafe, and he was sweet and salty and rich like one of those soft French cheeses Elissa loved. He suddenly understood she liked them because they tasted like a man’s sex when he was ready to explode in her mouth.

He’d probably appreciate it more the next time she bought some, he thought, and chuckled. The chuckling must have done something good, because Rafe made a strangled but happy noise that went straight to his own dick, made his hips buck, pushed him deeper into his beautiful wife.

The air smelled like rain and forest, like spring, like sex. He opened his eyes to see Rafe almost too close, a copper and red blur. Elissa moved gracefully yet wildly, her breasts bobbing, her hips rolling, a green and silver nimbus around her pale body. His own skin glowed gold.

He closed his eyes and saw the colored auras weaving together.

Elissa cried out, clamped around him, her body bucking.

He drove the nails of his free hand into his palm to distract himself, to hold off at this amazing plateau a few minutes longer.

“I’m gonna…” Rafe groaned, trying to pull away.

“No, you don’t,” Jude said around the other man’s cock. “Want to taste you.” The words should have been unrecognizable—he could barely understand them and he knew what he’d tried to say—but Rafe got it.

Remembering something Elissa had done for him, he reached around, cupped Rafe’s tight balls, ran his fingernails over the spot where balls and anus blurred together.

Rafe exploded.

It almost choked him, and the salty, musky flavor would take some getting used to, but Jude didn’t care. That surge of the other man’s pleasure carried him away.

The fire started somewhere around his heart, where the cord that bound him to Elissa started. It ran through his belly, burning with sweet intensity, shot through his groin and into his cock and out again, a fountain of red-hot pleasure.

He saw the universe open. Saw the regal, remote figures of the Lady and the Lord and the fractured, androgynous, species-blurred face of the Trickster with its lopsided grin and its tears. Felt Trickster’s tears as rain began to fall.

Heard Elissa’s voice, as if at a great distance, saying, “We did it. Rafe, we did it! His aura’s almost right again!”

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Lions' Pride is coming September 22

Lions' Pride is going live on September 22 and I'm so excited I could burst to think my witches and shifters are about to go public. Here's a taste...more to come tomorrow and check back on Tuesday for a giveaway! To save the one they love, they’re going in with spells blazing…

Duals and Donovan: The Different, Book 1

Elissa Donovan is a real green witch—when she and her lion-shapeshifter husband have sex, the blazing heat is recycled to warm their house. Now her beloved Jude has been kidnapped by a shadowy government agency, and the last place she can turn for help is her high-powered family, who considers her magic mediocre.

When Rafe Benedict gets Elissa’s call for muscle to back up her magic, he risks his law enforcement career to answer. He’s spent a lifetime hiding his Dual ability, but something about Elissa and Jude’s magic awakens the cougar within him.

Tempting, bronzed Rafe is the perfect fuse for Elissa’s sex-fueled magic. Danger lies in breaking her vows; joining with anyone other than her true mate could not only send her marriage up in flames, it could burn out her powers in a last, all-or-nothing explosion. But Jude is worth the risk. And for Rafe, potential heartbreak is nothing next to the chance to help the two people he’s coming to love.

First, though, Rafe needs a crash course in Cougar…

Warning: This title contains evil fae, guys with guns, shadowy government conspiracies, a snarky ghost, and smoking-hot, three-way sex.


(For a little setting, Jude has been captured by the bad guys and shot up with a dangerous experimental drug that's affecting the bond between his human and lion sides. Elissa's managed to pull them all into the spirit world so she can heal his damaged spirit--via sex magic.)

Elissa's lips tasted of green and cinnamon, of life itself burgeoning, and his cock swelled in response. But there was an undertaste, one hauntingly familiar but not right.

Pine and forest smells, like the air around them, amber and male feline musk. For all it didn’t belong around his woman, let alone on his woman’s lips, it went straight to his cock and balls, adding to his desire. He ached sweetly for things he hadn’t known, had barely dared to imagine.

A hand gripped his shoulder, large and heated and firm. Not a threat, but a gift, he sensed. The scent of sage, already on the wind, already on Elissa, grew stronger.

Reluctantly, he turned from Elissa.

Into Rafe’s waiting arms.

Rafe stood, fully human, naked as Jude himself. He was shorter than Jude, but strong, muscled. Perfect copper abs tapered to narrow hips and a cock Jude felt hard against him, but didn’t dare to look at.

Instead, he met the other man’s eyes and saw the cougar, tawny and alert and curious, in the same spot where the human-seeming Rafe stood. The lion responded as he would to a beautiful lioness, or to the lioness the lion perceived Elissa to be despite her human body.

All kinds of questions rambled through his head, too many to ask.

“We’ve found you,” Elissa said. She pressed against him, her arms around his waist, her breasts soft against his back. “We’re going to get you out, my heart. No matter what.”

“Elissa…” He tried to turn, to look into her eyes, to tell her not to risk herself. That he’d be fineeven though he had no idea how he would be, poisoned and imprisoned and in the kind of pain that would eventually break his mind.

Rafe had left his hand resting on Jude’s shoulder as if it was the most natural thing on earth. He placed the other over Elissa’s on Jude’s hip, so his fingertips brushed Jude’s skin, the sensitive low belly, perilously near Jude’s swollen dick.

His cock felt huge, treelike. On fire with need. Wrong, yet so right. Elissa’s cunt was its natural home, but he felt an equal pull toward Rafe’s lush mouth and firm, elegant ass.

The air throbbed with the smell of herbs and pears and pine and fur, of male and female musk. Jude closed his eyes, trying to shut out some of the stimuli, but this was a dream and the sight of Rafe, of Elissa, of the two of them touching him and each other, burned through his eyelids.

“Rafe, what are you doing in my dream?” Jude finally stammered. He’d meant it to sound accusing, but it came out plaintive and eager, as if he’d been yearning for Rafe to be there for so long he’d given up hope.

“This,” Rafe said, and reached up to kiss him.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Labor Day sale at Phaze

The good folks at Phaze are having a Labor Day sale. Go pay a visit to on Sunday or Monday, place your order and use the code HARDLABOR to get 20% off all e-books and print books, including my Phaze novellas, Lady Sun Has Risen, Pirate's Booty, Restraint and Rain at Midsummer. Also included in the sale are the various great Coming Together anthologies, which let you enjoy some fab erotica and support a worthy cause at the same time because all proceeds go to charity. My wonderful co-author Dayle and I are in several of them, as individuals and as Sophie Mouette. Check it out! (Because yes, I have a new book coming out soon but I still want to sell the old ones.)