Tuesday, April 21, 2015

PreOrder VAEWOLF: Damn The Darkness, April 30th

Caitlin fought back her frustration with both men, waiting for Jackson to admit he'd been in Dylan's thoughts.

"What did you glean from Dylan’s open mental pathways?" 

Once he told her, he added,  “Now do you want to hear my idea?”

"Why not?" She was out of ideas. “Only if it’s going to get Dylan to agree to the mate bond and bind me to him."

"Once he agrees, you know I'm in." Jackson grunted. “At least, it’s a step in the right direction.” He pulled the towel from around his waist, showing he was naked and aroused, as always. 

“If his feeling are anything like mine, he can’t stand the idea of not pleasing you. It’s part of the mate bond. We can’t deny you no matter what you ask. I got that tidbit from his mind while we were in the bar--" 

Jackson's serious expression rearranged into a grimace  "I probably shouldn’t have told you--”

“I promise I won’t take advantage.” 

He sat next to her, and Caitlin patted him on the knee. “Go on. Tell me your plan.”

“Anyway... I figure we’re going to have to play on that aspect of the relationship if we’re going to get him to consider the ménage bond.” Jackson's jaw tightened. He wasn't giving up on them. “Scoot over closer to him, so he gets your scent and we can get started.” 

When she did as he asked, she winced. The alcohol leached from his pores. 
"Ew! Speaking of scents..." Caitlin moved away to the far edge of the bed. "He smells ripe." 

Jackson stood next to Dylan and began undressing him from his boots up. “You want to help?”

“Help? Okay... What exactly are we doing?”

“We’re going to seduce him into agreeing to this, until he can’t deny it’s the right thing.”

Caitlin’s eyes went wide. “'We’re'?”

“Sort of. Not 'we' exactly. 'You'. You’re going to have the biggest role, but I’ll play along.”

When she got closer to Dylan, she pinched her nose . “Ugh. I love the man, but  he smells like a cross between swamp gas and a brewery. If you want me to take part in his seduction, you’re going to have to get back in the shower with him and clean him up.”

Jackson laughed. “Really? Not exactly what I was thinking.”

“I’ll turn on the water. Good luck with the naked man.” Caitlin gave him a don't-mess-with-me  look and went into the bathroom. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. Why don’t you join us?" Jackson hadn’t meant it as a question. It was a weighted alpha suggestion. But when he added, "You can finish him off with a little of what we shared before,” she decided his idea had merit.

“O-oh.” Caitlin admired Dylan’s ripped abs and suddenly couldn't wait to get her hands on him. “I don’t suppose you’re looking forward to soaping him up." 

“Not really. I was counting on you for that.” Jackson snarled while pulling off Dylan’s pants. "This is sacrifice enough."

She knew the answer before she asked. Trying to keep the enthusiasm out of her voice was not easy. "I guess I get the honors. 

Suddenly, Caitlin couldn’t wait to run her hands all over Dylan again. If only he were more aware. She sighed thinking she’d settle for the pleasure of just touching him again. Maybe he’d respond. 

Oh, yes. She smiled. He'd respond. Then all bets were off.

Jackson half walked, half carried the big naked vampire into the shower, supporting and holding Dylan until the water roused him enough to stand on his own. The man must have consumed an ungodly amount of liquor. 

"Scented body wash will help."

"Argh!" Jackson growled when he came face to face with Dylan. "Get the tooth brush and paste. Start with his mouth so his breath doesn’t asphyxiate me." 

After convincing Dylan to rinse his mouth with mouthwash without swallowing, she was ready to forget the plan. But while Jackson braced Dylan, Caitlin started at the top.

She washed his hair, and after a few minutes of running her hands over his shoulders, back, and chest, she started on his abs. Heat began to consume her, and then she smelled the bonding scent--Jackson's, hers, and Dylan's. Her hands moved right below his navel, and... 

Well, no worries. Dylan couldn't claim he was completely out of it. Caitlin grinned. The best part of the highlander was wide awake. 

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Monday, April 13, 2015

#amwriting Weekend Warrior Writers : Between Dusk and Dawn

I don't know how some of you do it. Working, kids, and trying to sneak your fictional world on paper or in files must be all time consuming.

The process of writing is very personal. I'm a morning day dreamer/writer. Once reality hits I tend to lean to the non-fiction. (Yes. Like this. LOL) The early morning works best for me while I'm ruminating over my last thoughts about my book and before anyone besides the cat begins to talk to me. I need this special time to sort through the ideas (if they come to me) from that twilight zone of imagination right before I wake. I love those special moments. Plot points jump out at me. Missing details rise to the surface. New characters drop by to introduce themselves and convince me they will play an important part in this story. In any case, I'm trying to discover a way of enhancing that time element. I'm thinking meditation. Has anyone tried it? Does anyone have another idea to draaw out 

So after looking this up on Wikipedia This is what I found about thought processes on the edge of sleep. If you are one of the lucky creative minds who wakes up with a symphony completed, or chemistry mystery solved, then consider yourself in the company of ... "BeethovenRichard WagnerWalter ScottSalvador DalíThomas EdisonNikola Tesla and Isaac Newton or the "fancies" as Edgar Allen Poe  referred to his experiences — who have all credited hypnagogia and related states with enhancing their creativity.[39]"
([39]Runco, Mark A. & Pritzker, Stephen R. (1999) Encyclopedia of Creativity: a-h, p. 63-4.)

Now: How do we encourage those moments of brilliance?

Coming on PreOrder April 30th
You can read through the suggestions. Perhaps they'll work for you, but I wasn't impressed with their suggestions. What I have found works best is going with the flow. For instance, as soon as my mind stumbles over an event or character I'm writing about, I refuse to get up. I focus on the character or event, and try to relax. I meditate on the subject, going with different scenarios, taking the ones I like and going forward with them. I then review what I just did, smoothing out the rough spots and reinforcing the scene in my memory, before I sit up and take notes. I hope it works for you.

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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Vaewolf: Damn the Darkness - Are you getting ready for Book 3 in the Hearts of Darkness series?

VAEWOLF: Damn the Darkness By Eliza March

Glancing around the upscale Goth bar called The Loreans, Dylan caught sight of the dark haired beauty--exactly the one he was looking for.
Antoinette's gaze shot from side to side before she warily stared him down. She had the pale iridescent skin of a vampire, and for a brief moment, her eyes flashed silver with renewed interest. Déjà vous. Some things never changed. Dylan would remember that and reached out to scan her mind. The pretty female vampire, a woman he'd once known a very long time ago, looked the same...at least until she approached. Close up, her eyes showed the ravages of time—if not on her face and body—it was evident in her mind. Physically she didn't look much older than the Antoinette he'd left behind. At first thought he ignored the differences, but what he couldn't ignore was how much harder she looked. 
Time does that to a soul and hers was older and more damaged than even his.
A made vampire...not born like Amyra, Antoinette's scent didn't have the strong cinnamon scent of a born vamp. Nevertheless, he remembered her flavor and her scent. He was hungry, and her blood was tempting, even if she wasn't.
Dylan needed the strength to wade through the centuries of death and betrayal he saw in her mind. For the information he needed, he'd have to convince her to cooperate. He suspected she might have the answers he needed, but they could be buried deeply in her suppressed memories if she had them.
“Long time no see. Wanna dance?” She swayed her hips to the beat of the music, a slow sensual grind.
“If you let me have a taste of you. Otherwise I'm sticking with this.” Dylan indicated the pitcher of beer.
“How can you stomach that stuff?”
“My secret." He lifted the glass and drank. "You going to let me have that taste, lass?”
“Will you see to it I'm satisfied?” She dipped low giving him a good view of her tits, still as perky as ever.
Dylan just grunted arrogantly.“Do you doubt my mental acuity? Have I ever left you wanting?”
“No. You just left me.”
Dylan lifted an arched brow and tilted his head to one side...like really? “We had an agreement…You broke it. When the Hunters arrived, I didn't stick around for explanations.” He stood to his full height knowing his size intimidated most men, but this little vamp had been around the block a few times. She'd always been the scrappy sort. 
“Let by gones be by gones between old friends.”  She waved a hand non-chalantly.
He chuckled, but thought never. With his arm around her tiny waist, he walked her to the dance floor, and when he pulled her close and rubbed his erection against her, she smiled. 
...And he felt sick. Sick because he was touching someone other than Caitlin and sick because he'd been forced to play these games in order to find a way for him to stay with his life mate.
Antoinette wrapped her arms around his waist and ground back. “Why do I believe you're here for more than a taste.” 
"Because I am here for more."
The first time he'd met Antoinette had been over three hundred years ago, in the brothel the night before his death, and he'd been inebriated then. The last time he'd seen her had been in Paris right before she almost cost him his head. He'd been drunk then, too. But he was stone cold sober tonight, and he wasn't making the mistake of trusting his life to the little vixen this time. 
The music wailed on as he danced Antoinette in the direction of a dark private corner so they could accomplish their business. Along the way, he swayed to the rhythm of the sexy music and cupped her fine rounded ass. She smelled of cardamom, not as strongly as he suspected he did, but he checked for vervain when he sniffed her neck to make sure her blood wasn't tainted.
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Copyright All right reserved Eliza March

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Not Phone Sex ... Something More

Conquer the Highland Beast

Excerpt: Falling in lust with Caitlin ...Continued

    Oh, the lass was a saucy wench beneath her intellect and conservative façade. Only a lucky bastard found a lusty life mate, and a beautiful one, at that. By the gods, Dylan thought he was already falling in love with her. How much more could his heart endure?
    “Where are you staying? I’ll walk you back and see you safely to your door.” 
He stood and took her arm, reached in his pocket, and threw some very large bills on the table. They would cover the check and then some.
    “And, will there be more?” She tapped her finger to her temple, as she leaned against him.
    “Ah, the images. A bit, perhaps. I want to savor the anticipation of the moments leading up to our ultimate pleasure. I won’t be able to take this slow, darlin’, but I will not be rushed, either.”
    Caitlin blushed. “S-some of those images…I’ve never…” She stared up into his eyes no doubt for reassurance.
    “Do no’ worry.” He lifted her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and kissed her lightly. “As you can see, I’m a patient man.” He kissed her again with much more fervor, and his heart swelled as he felt her lips lift into a smile against his.
    “Liar,” she whispered into his mouth and pressed her breasts against his chest.
    He pulled her hips to his and let her feel just how big a liar he was.
    “Mmm. Impressive liar, too.”
    “Lassie, do no’ tempt me further. We are in a public eating establishment.”
    Caitlin dropped from her toes and turned. Pulling him by the hand, she dragged him to the door and outside with laughter in her eyes. “Not for long, Macgregor.”
    Caitlin let herself into her room after he’d kissed her breathless. Not any amount of seduction on the way to the B & B could convince him to step across the threshold, as if he wanted a formal invitation.
    “I do.” There he was again inside her thoughts.
    “Coward! Why didn’t you say so when you were here?”
    Ignoring her question he asked, “Are you taking off your boots?”
    “Ah, yes. How did you know?”
    “Good guess. Leave them on. Now what?”
    “I just unzipped my skirt.” She heard him groan in her head. This was kind of fun.
    “Yes. Let it fall to your ankles and step out of it. What color panties are you wearing?”
    She did as he suggested. “I’m not wearing any—”
    “Liar. I would have known if you were bare beneath that skirt.”
    “Oh, do tell….you have x-ray vision, right? What are you doing?”
    “You know.”
    “Are you holding yourself—rubbing—”
    “Ach. I’m still not home. Take off the top. You aren’t wearing a bra. I enjoyed the way your nipples peaked through the material teasing Max and me. Now, pinch your nipples.”
    “Oh, my God. Why didn’t you warn me?”
     He laughed. “And ruin the view?”
    “Does this qualify as telephone sex even if we don’t use a phone? I thought both parties participated. I’m not getting to have any fun with you.”
    “Hey, I’m driving. You want to kill me?”
    “Hmm? Why is it I think of you as invincible?”
   “Sorry, I have a call. Have to go.”
    “Humph, did he just hang up on me?” 
    Caitlin picked up her clothes and walked to the bathroom, turned around a couple of times in the mirror, and thought, Damn, I do look hot wearing nothing but the boots.

    Dylan’s moan came through loud and clear. “You’re killing me here!”

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Friday, April 3, 2015

#reading #$0.99 A Woman's Sensual Coming of Age Story

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Erotic Journeys -- M/M/F/M

A Woman's Sensual Coming of Age Story

Emotionless warriors of Atlantis, pledged to sensuality, find redemption and salvation. 
Three thousand years ago, six warriors of Atlantis pledged themselves to the Goddess of Sensuality, exchanging emotions for heightened senses and immortality to protect what remained of their lost world. Three went in search of their lost emotions and became unredeemable, but the others maintained honor and, with help from their leader, became the Gods of Atlantis. 
Responsibility stands in the way of physical pleasure until Mira escapes to Santorini and takes three men as lovers, making up for lost time. When emotions infiltrate the men's souls, and they discover she's the one woman capable of fulfilling their destiny, can they convince her to share their love and lives for all eternity? Will she believe their fantastic tale and trust them enough to make the final commitment? Will she accept immortality, their bond, and everlasting love?

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

#ComingSoon - Damn the Darkness - Read an Excerpt

Coming Soon
Read a new excerpt: If you read Conquer the Highland Beast you knew this was the inevitable conflict so here it is from Jackson's point of view. Book one, Defeat the Darkness is available from all eBook retailers.

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Sang Froid Estate outside New Orleans

A foreign scent in the air hit Jackson's senses like a sledgehammer. Every muscle in his body hardened. As if he needed any more stimulus.
Fuck, what the hell is that?
The scent was enthralling. Amazingly sensual. Totally intoxicating. Then he saw her. Stunning. Heart stopping. Radiant. A kaleidoscope of color.
Her pale blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Classy. One sexy loose curl fell at the base and seemed to tease him. 
Sexy as hell. All that class and one wild curl.
The smile on her pale pink lips was for him. 
His reaction grew stronger as the woman came toward him. Then she licked those lush, pillowed lips, and pressure built in his groin. He stopped breathing to focus, allowing his focus to travel lower, wandering over her cleavage—a stone stopped him for a split second—then he resumed the tour, down her flat stomach to her hips, and then back up. Slowly, until their eyes met.
Hell, she was lush all over.
He sniffed and staggered back. Who the hell was this belle tenatrice? She definitely was setting off the bonding scent for him, though he didn't think she was Lycan. But her teeth showed a little fang pressing into her plump, lower lip. Definitely vampire. Yet so very different—something else. But what?
What? How about the sexiest woman he'd ever seen—the first his wolf responded to, and damn, he was in trouble if she wasn't of the blood. Because the impact she had on every one of his senses, every nerve in his body, was like ice water sizzling on a hot skillet. She couldn't be from the area. He would have remembered this one.
Jackson's focus narrowed as she approached. Her scent, floating in the air, intensifying, surrounded him like an aphrodisiac. All he could see was her. All he could smell was her appealing scent. All he could think about was claiming her.
Hot. Wild. Sex.
The wolf within him began clawing his way to the surface, while Jackson did his best to fight him off.
Hell, no! Not now.
A claiming would ruin the party. The control he'd been so proud of minutes before, eluded him. He was losing the battle with the wolf over this woman. The attraction, almost impossible to resist, made him wild. He couldn't take his eyes from hers, or shake the strange feeling of dread he felt deep in his bones. The stone she wore called to him—mesmerizing him. What the hell was it?
The low seductive rumble began in his chest. What was happening?
The woman paused mid-step, for a moment waiting. Did she want him to take the last step, the step that would bring them together?
Her eyes glazed over and evaluated him with a knowing sexual appraisal. Her lashes lowered seductively. And then the air filled with another unfamiliar scent. Hers. His. A strange erotic, yet irresistible scent.
Then he sniffed and recognized the mate bonding scent. Theirs. Unable to hold back, he inhaled deeply. His chest expanded, taking it all in. His blood flow increased, readying him for the shift, and every muscle tensed. His cock hardened—painfully ready to take this woman and stake his claim.
With a puzzled expression on her face, she held out her hand, as if silently asking him to take the final step. He'd be able to touch her, then. But, did he dare?
It took every ounce of control he had to keep from grabbing her. His arms weighed a ton as he held himself in check. How could he resist?
Eventually his feet moved forward, and his hand lifted of its own accord, slowly reaching out to her. And she took it. Their fingers linked, and heat whipped through him on contact. He couldn't have released her if he'd wanted, and although he felt as if he'd been branded by the contact, he didn't let her go.
The knowledge of what she was whispered through his mind, and then a frown suddenly replaced her smile. Confusion. Thoughts. Questions. Hers. His. Dylan's—
Dylan's voice whipped through his mind and suddenly murmurred a confused question, “Caitlin, lass?” His brother's deep, familiar voice almost didn't register with Jackson through the miasma of his lust. But eventually the woman's name reverberated in his mind, and the greatest pang of regret imaginable pierced his soul.

Oh no! Caitlin?