Friday, June 28, 2013

Covers serve a bigger purpose these days.

While I write a book, I like to have an idea visually of the cover and what applies. These are two mock ups of book covers I did for my latest book when I thought I would self-publish it. I still may if the publisher doesn't offer a contract for it. But these need plenty of work.

The final decision to submit WereCat Fever to my publisher came because this book fit in more with my Enchanted Mountain paranormal/fantasy series. It is paranormal, it is a menage (although these two men are real brothers so they don't become involved with each other), it takes place near Arctic, CO the home of Enchanted Mountain and Fantasy Lodge from the two previous books in the series: The Lion, The Leopard, and The Wolf and The Moon, The Madness, and The Magic, and there is a happily ever after between the three main characters. At the end of the book...oops I guess I shouldn't print any spoilers, but you'll discover there's more going on around Wilding's Plain, CO than we first believed.

I actually purchased these photos for my books from Bigstock but did the mock ups with the wrong download. Ugh! It's why I should leave covers to the cover artists.

Covers serve a bigger purpose than most readers are aware of. Look at the web pages filled with covers. What do you pick out first? What jumps out at you? (My honest answer is - I enlarge the ones that I can't make heads or tails of, saying "What the hell is that?" LOL When I first realized I needed glasses I did that a lot. Now when I start doing that again I know it's time for an eye exam.) I'm also drawn to anything with contrasting colors. My pet peeve is not being able to make out the title or author name.

So I'm on the hunt for another three covers for the Hearts in Darkness series, because I am going to self-publish them. I have a basic concept but it's not set in stone yet! All that being said, and not to demean the importance of a cover, I usually check out the best sellers for an answer. BLEEEEEP! No correlation between good covers and best sellers. There might be something to be said for the concept of having a title and author name that's easy to read on a cell phone screen, though. There might be something to be said for having a well-known name, a well-known publisher, good distribution, and good editing. And there's always something to be said for a great story. Promotion, exposure, social networking can't hurt your sales, but out of all these options, I believe good writing makes great sales.

I'm holding off posting the next chapter of Defeat the Darkness until I see what Blogger plans to do with these adult blogs. I'm a little annoyed about being threatened with a take down. I'm thinking of moving my content to my web page and keeping this page as a writing blog. What do you think of the erosion of rights?

Friday, June 21, 2013

published on 06 July 2012
We are getting close to the climax in more ways than one. Enjoy the next unedited scene. ~~~Eliza

Sex Fae Sex 

Chapters posted prior to March are at  the DEFEAT THE DARKNESS page. Start there to read the book from the beginning.

Exhausted after his second orgasm, Max kissed Shelby’s neck, slid out of her, and rolled to his side, studying her.
Normally she felt self-conscious when anyone stared so intently at her, but she was high on the energy from the sex.
“Those wings are awesome.” He ran the tips of his fingers over an edge. They vibrated and she shivered. “Feel good?” he asked.
Shelby nodded. All sorts of heated desire sizzled straight to her core. She trembled with the arousal, turned and stared back at him. “Wow, your orgasm filled me with so much vitality I almost feel sated.”
“Almost?” He groaned and flopped on the pillow. “What’s it gonna take to fill you to the brim?”
Kyle. She blinked, glanced away, and pushed the thought away. It wasn’t going to happen. He’d locked himself in a vault to keep away from her until they both figured out how to control their urges.
Max turned her face back to examine her expression and sighed with a sad smile. “Never mind.” He frowned. “I know.” He scooped her into his arms and squeezed her. “It’s all right to need Kyle, too. You don’t have to protect me from your feelings, Shelby. I love you, babe. This is who you are now and I’m fine with it.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m insulting to your virility when I say there’s still room for more, especially after gobbling up the energy from your last scrumptious orgasm and mine.”
“My male ego is just fine. If you need more sustenance, sprinkle a little of that special dust and I’m here for you.”
“The experience tasted mouthwatering—like a ten-course meal. And that doesn’t even take into account the way you make my body feel.” She lightly kissed his lips, releasing a slow moan as she ran her tongue over his full bottom lip, and nibbled.
When she ran a fingertip across his tan male nipple and watched it tighten, he covered her hand with his, patted it, and sat up to look down at her. Dylan had explained her need for Kyle, and possibly others to them. She was still trying to come to terms with separating her physical needs from her emotional ones.
“Our personal commitment to each other makes what we have unique to us,” she said.
“But you and I have a relationship with Kyle that I can’t ignore." Max lifted her chin. "That isn’t going to change, ever.”
“I guess you’re right. I just haven’t accepted all this yet.”
“That’s okay. Who could? Now, are you still hungry or are you going to put these wings away for a while?”
“I could go for dessert…” She gave him what she thought was her most seductive look and did her best to overpower him. Max didn’t actually fight back when she dropped the sheet and climbed on top of him. He laid himself back against the sheets as she straddled him.
Her wings sent a fine mist of shimmering dust into the air as she bent over and kissed him—this time slowly and more thoroughly.
“God, I love the way you make me feel,” he murmured against her lips before he opened again. Their hot tongues twisted in sensual battle, fighting for dominance within the desperate kiss.
He pulled his head away and asked, “You want control for dessert?”

When she nodded, he completely gave himself and control up to her. Although he’d been sexually spent after making love to Shelby earlier, touching her magical wings had him ready for her all over again.
She rose above him naked and painfully beautiful. Her gossamer wings spreading out behind her, wrapped around her and caressed him. That quickly, he became aroused. Nothing ever affected him like that before. The dust was better than the little blue pill.
Her sweet pink nipples peeked through the strands of red hair teasing him as she leaned over his chest and rubbed them lightly down his abdomen. The tips of her wings firmly held his arms outstretched as she lowered her mouth to his chest. Her warm, moist tongue slowly slid in a straight line down his body until she reached his groin and licked her way up the length of him. He arched against her tongue, and ached to be inside her mouth
“Geez, Shelby,” he gasped with pleasure, “I wasn’t expecting to actually be dessert.”
“You don’t want to be dessert?” she asked with a sly grin.
Her tongue circled the tip of his dick before he could answer. “Oh hell, yes, he gasped out, “I wanna be your ice cream cone, babe.” The heat of her breath brushed over the most sensitive part of his anatomy making him moan. If he had to, he’d beg. “Please, lick away, but don’t forget to take me deep down your throat the way I like it.”
“Hmm, are you giving direction? Because I swear I heard someone say I could be in charge for dessert.”
She took a long swipe of her tongue from base to tip that had him arching against her lips again.
“A-ah, I remember. You go ahead. Take whatever charge you like. Just don’t stop. Please.”
God, her mouth was sexy as hell. Her fae hunger was almost tangible as she feasted on him. The fact he could feed her like this also turned him on. It was a bit like tapping into the nurturing part of his nature that he wasn’t aware of.
His arousal fed her like an appetizer. His sexual pleasure fueled hers. Their mutual orgasms satisfied both of them. More importantly, it re-energized her while she was suffering the effects of the moon cycle. She experienced her own pleasure and fulfillment along with his, and that satisfied Max more than any sexual act he’d ever encountered.
As she sucked him into her mouth, licking, pulling, and nipping—he immersed himself in the sensations so she could experience his desire, smell his arousal, and feel the pleasure as the temper of his growing erection pulsed thickly within her mouth.
The erotic sound of her ragged breathing had his own respiration racing when the tip of her tongue dipped into his slit, encouraging the creamy drops to rise to her lips as he tried to hold his orgasm back. As soon as she tasted the first drop seeping to the surface, she moaned. Knowing she took so much pleasure with a single taste from his body, he anticipated the next moment. The moment when she encouraged him to ejaculate so she could feed, both figuratively and literally, from him. He wanted to feel the pull of her lips as she suckled his essence and swallowed, taking a part of him inside her. He longed for that moment when he brought her more than physical satisfaction, because theirs was more than a physical bond—theirs was a bond forged by a deep abiding friendship and that knowledge further aroused him—if that was even possible.
“I want to touch you,” Max growled in a voice so sexually charged, he almost didn’t recognize it as his own.
Shelby laughed and let out a short snort. “Soon. Relax. Enjoy the moment. Let me give you this pleasure, Max. This is all for you.”
“No! You have to take the energy. Tonight the moon is at its fullest. You need everything I can give you, babe. Take it. All of it,” he groaned as her mouth and tongue continued to pleasure his dick. “I won’t come ’til you promise.”
“We’ll see.”
She moved to his balls and behind to the perineum. A bit farther up, she circled his tight opening with a damp finger. His balls slammed against his body. The tension mounted. Holding himself in check was nearly impossible when her mouth covered his full length, and she took fully down her throat.
“Oh, Shelby, that—feels—awesome. So—fucking—good.”  
When one hand lightly squeezed his balls as she sucked, he shouted out an oath. The pressure behind his balls sent his release shooting down her throat with each rapid thrust she coaxed from his hips. He couldn’t stop as she drew more and more from him with her talented mouth.
When he finally finished ejaculating, he lifted his head and opened his eyes to watch. She looked up, licked her lips, and gave him a slow sexy smile. By the time he focused on anything other than her mouth, faery dust covered him from head to toe, and he realized she’d sucked up every, last drop he’d spilled. The satisfied look on her face told him she’d enjoyed dessert.
“You're an awesome sex fae, babe.”
Shelby pushed her hair back off her face, ran both hands over her breasts and down her body. “I am. Aren’t I?” She cupped her mound, closed her eyes, and smiled. Lifting her hips over his still erect dick, she said, “For us,” and took his length inside her.
“Us? Release me, then. I am going to touch you this time.”
Shelby chuckled and the hold she had on his wrists lightened. The tickle of her wings traveled up his arms and over his shoulders as her hands caressed his chest.
He flipped her to her back, careful not to bend those beautiful wings, and thrust inside her. He tasted the faery dust on her breasts when he took a tight nipple between his lips. The aphrodisiac effects took over making him even more desperate than he already was for her. He licked and nipped each nipple the way she liked before he suckled. He smiled against her skin when he drew a surprised gasp from her.
She loved having him press his thumb to her clit as he thrust. But he wasn’t finished with her yet. He withdrew and lifted both her calves to his shoulders, bent down, and kissed her softly between her legs—one swollen lip then the other. Finally, he parted her lips with his fingers so he could see the swollen nub protruding from the folds, and lightly kissed her there.
Her entire body spasmed beneath his light touch. He slipped two fingers inside searching for the spot behind her clit—the spot that set her on fire and released the cream before the orgasm sent the liquid honey pouring from her. He watched her eyes as he found the spot, rapidly rubbed it, keeping pressure it at the same time he leaned in to kiss her.
At first, she fought her response. Tossing her head from side to side, she tried to scoot away from the intensity of the sensation. He kept up the pace until she relaxed in his hands and gave in to the building tension. When she thrust into his hand, her hot velvety channel clenched around his fingers with her need, and her engorged clit pressed against his thumb.
She screamed his name, and suddenly the juices building up inside her exploded, squirting and soaking his hand. As the sweet scented cream spilled from her, he drove back inside her, content that he’d brought her satisfaction.
As her walls clenched around him, he realized this wasn’t going to be a gentle moment. He pulled out and flipped her to her stomach, lifted her hips in the air, and licked the juices from her. All the while, she moaned with pleasure, and the sound of her throaty voice whispered, “More, more,” spurring him on.
He placed his hips against her plumb ass cheeks and roughly entered her again—this time pounding into her. The sound of his body slapping against hers aroused him even more. The sensation of the sweaty glide of skin against skin had him as hard as ice-forged steel as he pumped into her.
She gasped beneath him.
“Is this too hard or hard enough?” he asked, still thrusting.
“H-harder,” she begged.
He slapped her ass and smiled when she cried out, “More.”
He held back his climax and plunged repeatedly inside her like it was his last fuck, slapping her ass cheeks pink, and riding her to the finish line.
When they climaxed together, she said, “Ah,” and collapsed into the pillows, on her face. A moment later, she turned to look at him as he kissed her neck. “Mmm…that tasted like an after dinner aperitif as it hits the back of your throat—shocking, scorching, smooth, and satisfying.”
“Thank you…I think.” Max said and lightly touched the pink on her backside. “You might want to put some cool cloths on that or soak in the tub. Will you be okay if I check out what Victor’s been working on so far?”
“Mmm. The tub sounds like a great idea.” She reached around looking for assistance to get up. “Help me. I have over-cooked spaghetti legs.”
He took her hand and pulled her up against his chest, nuzzling her neck. Go on before you get me going all over again. He tapped the pink spot as she walked by. “You liked it rough with a little spanking?”
“I did,” she answered with a puzzled expression. “It took the pleasure to a new level. I don’t think I’d like it any rougher, but I trusted you to contain yourself.” She blew him a kiss as she disappeared into the bathroom.
He was a sweaty mess. He should join her. Nope, if you do you’ll end up right back in this bed.

He sniffed, found the earlier shower had been sufficient, and put on the shirt he hadn’t had on for more than a half hour at a time since he arrived this morning. Max used the hall bathroom to wash off any remaining faery dust, figuring Victor would have to live with any lingering after effects. 

...All rights reserved. No part of this may be copied or reproduced without the written permission of the author. Copyright 2012, Eliza March 

Saturday, June 15, 2013

New Chapter...Succubus Advice for a Sex Fae

Defeat The Darkness . . . continued
Chapters posted in March through May are here on the weekly blog list. Chapters posted prior to March are at  the DEFEAT THE DARKNESS page. Start there to read the book from the beginning.

The tank top worked out fine once Shelby figured out where to situate the thin string straps around her wings. Her wings? They actually were lovely. Delicate. Fragile. Colorful. Iridescent. A contrast to the dark, powerfully masculine wings Kyle managed to get back under control with Victor’s help--once he and Max arrived.
Kyle’s wings were contained under his skin along his spine for the time being, but she knew he was keeping his distance to maintain his self-control. She twitched hers and they moved a fraction of an inch spreading a fine shimmering dust (similar to the kind on butterfly wings) into the room all around her. All the men groaned at once and backed away from her. Apparently, the dust acted like an aphrodisiac.
 “Ah, sorry,” she said, suddenly feeling hungry again. As quickly as her hunger started, it stopped.
She suspected Dylan was the one controlling not only her hunger, but also, what under normal circumstances would be, her and Max’s hysteria.
Victor still hung back with Kyle while Dylan finished explaining everything to her and Max. “I’ve called Simone. She’s a succubus, the closest thing we have to a sex fae in the area. She should be able to assist with questions and be able to teach you something about your powers until I can locate another of your kind.”
“A succubus? What’s the difference between us?”
“A succubus can be deadly when out of control. They sneak into your mind while you sleep and exist off sexual dreams. They are dark fae and are likely to kill their hosts without consideration. Simone has learned how to exist in our world without killing. She will be very helpful to you.”
Max had the next question. “And you’re saying the difference between Shelby and Simone is that one lives off waking sex and the other dream sex?”
“Not exactly. Shelby would never kill her partner. She can pleasure herself and survive off her own orgasms if necessary. A succubus feeds off the orgasm created during a dream, during a deep dark sleep. It’s dangerous for the host because they want to remain in the state of ecstasy—that moment of the perfect orgasm. They don’t want to awake.”
Max said, “Shelby is undergoing changes. Her blood has the same virus as Kyle’s.”
“Yes, it is the jaguar virus. But she can’t change the way Kyle can. She has no shifter DNA. The one symptom she is experiencing is the cat’s estrus. With the full moon, her needs are great.” Victor explained.
“Hey, ya’ll. I’m really not comfortable having this conversation with all you men.” Shelby spit out.
“I’m sorry, Shelby, but Dylan is here to help you and Max remain calm while you assimilate all this information, and Victor is the only authority we have on my condition.”
Kyle looked remorseful when he spoke to her, and he should. He was the one who’d gotten them into all this.
“You and your big ideas. I hope those wings haven’t given you a super-hero-complex to go with your plans to save the world.”
Max interrupted and damn, the man sided with Kyle. “Wait a minute. You can’t blame this on Kyle’s good intentions. The blame rests squarely on that woman’s shoulders.”
Shelby slumped and sighed as she sank into the nearest chair then jumped when her wings bent. She stretched them wide and re-situated herself forward in the chair. Damn she needed to learn how to fold them up and reabsorb then into her skin.
 Dylan had done something to keep her from feeling the sexual hunger so she wasn’t ready to hump the first man who stepped within her grasp, but the effects made her snappy. “You right, Max.” She held up her hands in defeat. “I didn’t mean that, Kyle. This isn’t your fault.” With her elbows on her knees, she dropped her head in her hands. “Everything is that bitch’s fault, and so help me I am going to find a way to even the score.”
A knock at the door had everyone except Dylan jumping. He motioned to Shelby. “Simone’s here. You won’t feel so put upon by us males.” He chuckled on his way to answer the door.
“Right. And I’ll be safe and comfortable as long as I can keep my eyes open,” Max said.
Shelby's laugh was sarcastic. “Not from me, if Dylan let’s down my guard. None of you will be safe until the full moon is past.”
She heard the rumble coming out of Kyle’s chest from across the room and pointed her finger at him. “Tell me you didn’t activate my sex-fae-in-heat-gene and now think you can get all pissy over my one source of survival…sex. Because if that was a jealous sound instead of a whatever-gets-you-off-babe sound I am going to personally sic the succubus on you.”
Simone slinked in the room, red dress cut to her navel, and hips swaying like there was a strong breeze. She was every man’s image of a wet dream—long blonde hair, large breasts, and legs that didn’t stop. She followed Shelby’s pointed finger, stared at Kyle, and said, “Be my pleasure, chér. He looks like a meal I could feast on for weeks.”
Kyle said, “Very funny. Are you coming with me, Victor?”
Victor bowed to the succubus and expressed his pleasure at meeting her. Max and Shelby followed suit and introduced themselves—she with her heated cheeks about getting caught threatening Kyle, and Max uncomfortable with an obvious erection in his pants.
Guess two sex fae, one light and one dark, in a room was more than most men could handle.
“Why don’t you ladies take this room while Max and I go watch Victor train Kyle. If you need anything, think about me and I’ll know.”
Simone sized Shelby up as soon as Dylan and Max left. “The big blond guy and the dark surly one are both hot for you?”
Shelby shrugged uncomfortably.
“You’ll get over those old human inhibitions after a few more moon cycles. The blond is easy going enough, but I’m not sure the dark one is ever going to accept your fae nature,” she shook her head slowly while inspecting Shelby carefully. “Can you live with that?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, chér. It’s not like you can undo what has been done. You can make the best of it and remind him, you wish it was different.”
“I don’t need anyone but him,” she said, sounding like a petulant child.
Simone smiled. It was a sad, patient smile. She spoke softly as if she were speaking to a small child, “Chér, he will not be enough. He cannot be with you every minute of every day. He cannot be steak when you crave ice cream. You will wither and die without variety. He wouldn’t want that. None of them understand your true nature, chérie…not yet. Give it time and have patience. Do not be concerned. I sense the dark one cares enough to share you if he must.”
“That’s a relief but it isn’t the biggest hurdle. He is a shifter, a vampire, and the demon beast. His jaguar imprinted on me, and I go into heat at the time of the full moon. If what you are all saying is true, I’ll need more than Max can supply for me, yet I don’t want to be with anyone other than Kyle. Max has agreed to feed my hunger because Kyle won’t.”
“What is wrong with Kyle? He wants you. I sensed it. Why won’t he service you?” She looked Shelby up and down as if trying to see what he could possibly find missing.
“His powers are new. I’m mortal and he’s not. He’s afraid he’ll kill me.”
The succubus tapped her finger against her plump lip. “What do you believe?”
“Never. He’d never hurt me.”
“Then do what sex fae are born to do. Seduce him, chér. When you are ready he won’t be able to resist you.” Simone’s voice tinkled when she laughed and the sound lightened Shelby’s heart.
  “Yeah,” Shelby grinned. “I guess I’ll have to get used to the idea. I have the power to bring any man to his knees if I want him.”
“Yes. Now let’s teach you how to control that power so you don’t have a caravan of men following you around being obvious.”
“Good thinking.” The image made Shelby giggle. When she tried to move, she got tangled in her wings. “Oh, and have you had any experience with wings? I could use a little advice about using them and putting them away. They seem to always be in my way.”
“No experience with wings. Sorry. But I wonder if controlling them is similar to the way I turn into shadows.”
“Shadows? You dematerialize?”
“Yes, chér. That is how I enter dreams…as a shadow. Once I’m in the dream, I am much the same as a sex fae.”
“What about the wings?”
“Imagine them folding up, rolling into the skin beneath your back. Close your eyes and try it.”
Shelby did as Simone instructed and on the second try, the wings returned into the decorative pattern on her back. She exhaled and sat down heavily. “That was exhausting. I’m suddenly ravenous.” Sweat burst out on her upper lip and chills spread over every inch of skin. The sound of Simone’s voice became muted.
“Dylan?” Simone called aloud. “Shelby think of Dylan. He needs to send the willing one to you.”
“Dylan?” she murmured, and did as Simone said. Max? Her vision narrowed and she collapsed. Kyle! Her heart screamed.
Shelby, stay with us. Dylan’s voice reassured her mind. Max is on his way.
Her soul cried out for Kyle, but he did not answer. If he didn’t feel ready to do this, Kyle was right, they should wait until he was strong enough to control the demon beast.
She thought of Simone’s suggestion. Seduce him. Whether he fought the attraction or not, the inevitable pull of the jaguar bond would force Kyle to come looking for his cat’s mate before the full moon waned.
…and she would be waiting. 

...All rights reserved. No part of this may be copied or reproduced without the written permission of the author. Copyright 2012, Eliza March 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Let's talk about fairy tales and paranormal powers

I've been on vacation with my grandchildren this week. There's nothing like Disney World to spark the imagination! So although I didn't post the next installment of Defeat the Darkness [You have time to catch up ;-) now] I did do some research. Heroes and villains--Disney's full of them. Romance is an important element too. We started young. Think about Lady and the Tramp, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid...even Peter Pan had a crush on Wendy. That was a little love triangle considering Tinkerbell liked Peter. Are we teaching our children about the pros and cons of romance?

I have some quick questions for you readers and writers. What kind of powers do you like to see in your paranormal characters? I like a meeting of the minds--the ability to read each others thoughts. That close bond between my hero and heroine always intrigues me. When I'm doing plot twists I feel like I have to make the ability believable. In my recent series Hearts of Darkness the characters can only be turned if they are descendants of paranormal ancestors. It doesn't matter how many generations back.

What sort of beings have you read about recently? Any unusual beings? Any unusual powers? I like to weave the powers into the plot. Such as what's just happened with Shelby in Defeat the Darkness. How do you think she's going to react to finding out she's a descendant of a sex fae? More over how is she going to react to discovering this whole world of paranormal beings have existed with humans all along?

How would you react in the same circumstances? Me? I think I'd be looking more closely at all those conspiracy theorists. LOL

Have a good week. Please come backThe next chapter of Defeat the Darkness will be posted next Sunday.