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Wednesday, March 15, 2023

Of Water and Dragons #newrelease #historicalfantasyromance

 


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He’s a Roman soldier. She’s an enemy of Rome.

The Romans call the land they want to conquer Caledonia. Nemu calls it home. The half-human, half-water faery has a second chance to save the Celtic people from the Roman legions, but the cost might be too high.

Ambiorix is torn between his duty to Rome and his growing affection for a mystical Caledonian woman. He questions everything he’s been taught about the barbaric Celtic tribes.

Their worlds collide in a fury of fire, blood, and darkness.

˃˃˃ Of Water and Dragons combines the Roman history and Celtic lore of ancient Britain and Scotland, creating an unforgettable story of love and sacrifice.

This is a revised 2nd edition.

Snippet:

The shadow of a large white owl flew near the trees at the edge of the camp, but he knew better. He was certain he saw her face shining in the trees like a tiny moon. I will never forget you, Nemu. Weakness overwhelmed him, and he stumbled. Guards surrounded him, and he lost sight of her, but he sensed she was still there watching over him.

Alas, she would be gone by morning, and the thought of never seeing her again struck his heart with sadness.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2022

History knows him as Aedan the Treacherous, Cat's Curse #PNR #Historical #MFRWSTEAM

New Release! Do you like romance, intrigue, and star-crossed love? A mixture of history and Celtic mythology, Cat’s Curse is an ancient Scotland paranormal romance based on a real Irish king known as Aedan the Treacherous in the Welsh court. Warning: Iron-willed enchantresses, hunky sword-wielding warriors, some violence and steamy sex, more than a little blood-drinking, a complicated love triangle, and lots of passion.

He’s a cursed, exiled Irish prince. She’s a succubus with lost memories. Destiny brought them together. Their dark secrets will tear them apart.

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Y6BYMGN


Steamy excerpt:

Cardea climbed on top of him and brushed her naked body along his shaft in a slow, sensual cat-like crawl. His muscles caressed her skin, and she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted another.

“Ye desire to ride the horse.” He chuckled, low and soft. “I thought as much.”

She slid onto him, his length eliciting tremors throughout, the passion and bloodlust building to great heights. The hard lines of his face softened, and his eyes brightened to a joyful blue different from the tormented darkness always present there. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, teasing her nipples to peaks. A blissful shiver rushed from her nipples to her sex.

“I enjoy the view from here.” He grinned at her.

She glided up and down on his hard, sleek shaft, circling her hips to find the point of pleasure. Pleasing shocks coursed through her pelvis, the orgasm cresting. She used her inner muscles to squeeze his length, eliciting a groan from him. It filled her with a sense of power to have such a hold on him if only for a short time.

Aedan’s breathing grew ragged with exertion as his orgasm closed in.

She bent against his chest and found the bulging vein in his neck. Her breasts pressed against his muscled chest in a pleasing crush, their hearts beating as one. The blood pumped in his vein, loud and hypnotic, demanding she drink. She licked his neck, savored the saltiness of his skin, and lost her hold on her emotions. Overpowered by the bloodlust, Cardea’s eyeteeth lengthened with both desire and hunger. Her lower body trembled, giving her the sensation of teetering on the edge of an abyss.

“Cardea,” he whispered in a ragged voice, grasped her hips, and pushed himself deeper within her, his entire length pressing to her core.

Aedan’s body quaked and rocked beneath her, his deep penetration inducing moans and shudders from her. Groaning, he exploded his seed inside of her in a powerful pent-up surge.

His potent orgasm sent her over the edge. She sank her fangs into his neck and drank his warm blood. Overcome with multiple orgasms, she plummeted into the blissful abyss. His life force flowed into her, exhilarating and intimate, linking them together. Just as she reached the bottom of the chasm, she experienced the sensation of being lifted by dark wings, hovering above the clouds in the land of the moon and stars.

Fire engulfed her body, rendering her powerless as if the brilliant sun were about to turn her into ash. His blood tasted sweeter than any she’d ever swallowed. She forgot about everything else, and she could not stop drinking his blood.

“Cardea?” He resisted, and then his struggles weakened.

A sudden clear thought rang inside her head, and she pulled herself away. He lay still, and panic quickened her pulse.

“Aedan? Oh no. Wake up, Aedan!” She shook him hard until he let out a soft groan.

Cardea woke as if from a daze. “What have I done?” she cried.

He’d think she was an animal for feeding on him, and she could not endure the disgusted look he would surely cast upon her.

Before he could recover his senses, she waved her hand over his face. “You will not remember. Sleep now,” she said, speaking in the sorcerers’ tongue, the language of the Romans.

Using her first and second finger, she touched the two holes in his neck and healed them with her magic.

A realization hit her. She’d done more than just touch him and he was still human. Something else troubled her about their dark embrace. A strange feeling had flowed into her mind when she had taken his blood from him.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Beauty may be the real beast, The Wolf Queen, #MFRWsteam

 


Buy Links: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B019HML564

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1519606249


Excerpt:

Lycaon hoped he could get Alara to be that pleased with him. Leaving them to their celebration, he searched and found the gray-eyed beauty sitting beneath a tree, her expression pensive. He swallowed hard before approaching her. “Alara.”

“I do not wish to share words with you.”

Taking a deep breath, he remembered Ena’s advice. “Alara, please. I thought you were going home with Denar.” He reached deep inside himself to find the true words. “I thought I had lost you.”

She watched him, one eyebrow arching. “Why did you think that?”

At least he had her attention. “I saw you kissing him. I thought I had no chance. Why would you want someone who looks like me when you can have someone like Denar? And he told me you were betrothed to him.”

She frowned and shook her head. “His impertinence is exactly why I decided not to go home with him.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “But you ran into Maia’s arms. Why? Do you love her?”

“No. No, it’s not what it appeared to be. Nothing happened other than some kissing. Nothing else. I swear it before Artemis. May one of her death arrows strike me if I am lying.” He cleared his throat. “I was unable to take it further because all I could think of was you.”

“I am supposed to believe nothing happened when I found you half-naked with a naked nymph? Why did you stay there with her?”

“Maia was naked because she came to me as a bird, and we used my tunic to sit on. She stayed with me because after I was…ah…,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, grimacing, “…unable to perform, I talked about returning to camp and ripping Denar’s head off. I can never be with anyone else. You…you have my heart, Alara. I am so sorry I hurt you.” He struggled to find the true words that wouldn’t make the situation worse.

She offered him a faint smile. “Please sit. You look as if you are going to fall down.”

He eased down beside her and stretched his legs.

“It hurt me to see you with Maia, even if all you did was kiss her, but I think I understand.” She gazed at him with affection. “You should know I do not pick my mate based on what he looks like.” She pulled his hood back. “And I think you are quite handsome.”

“You do?” He smiled. “Then you must be blind, Princess.”

“Denar may be handsome on the outside, but on the inside, he is arrogant and controlling. You are beautiful inside.” She pressed the palm of her hand to his chest. “You may think I am blind, but I think you are handsome on the outside, too.” She leaned in and kissed him.

Her bold move surprised him. He pulled her close and enjoyed her sweet-tasting lips. Alara’s kisses sent tingles to every part of his body. Lycaon wanted to be with her all the time.

She pulled away and smiled at him. “What made you change from angry to sensible?”

Her smile brightened his world. For the first time since the curse, he didn’t feel like an ugly, disgraced man.

He shrugged. “I just thought perhaps I was being too forceful.”

With a clever smile, she said, “Ena talked to you.”

Lycaon gave her a sidelong, rueful look. “She did. Do you forgive me?”

“Of course. It pleases me she was able to get through that thick skull of yours.” She laughed.

He stroked her cheek. Now that he had her, he couldn’t bear the thought of her endangering herself. “You do not have to try and link with those wolves. We can find a way to kill them.”

“I have to do it. It is something I feel inside.”

“What if it fails to work?” He cupped her chin. “I do not want to lose you.”

“I have to do it.” Her eyes glistened with tears.

At the sight of her tear-filled eyes, his senses tingled with foreboding. “What are you not telling me?”

“Do you want to be my mate?” she asked.

“Of course I do.”

She stood and grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”

He rose and allowed her to guide him into a thicket.

She wore a seductive smile. “Claim me. And once we are mated, I am yours and you are mine.” Her eyes darkened with possessiveness.

His loins stirred, and the heat of arousal consumed him. He didn’t need any other invitation. Pulling her into his arms, he captured her mouth in a forceful, tender kiss, his body rippling with pent-up desire. Nothing else mattered to him at that moment except to claim her and bury himself inside her, to have her all to himself.

He pulled up the layers of her deerskin tunic, kneeling with some difficulty. Using his lips and his tongue to kiss her breasts, he savored the softness of her skin as she moaned and squirmed against him. Moving lower, he tasted her. She smelled of flowers, her skin clean from her ritual cleansing. Flicking his tongue along her pink nub, he cupped her backside. He could smell her innocence, a pure, unblooded scent that incited his passion. No other man had ever had her. She tasted like the fresh morning dewdrops on a newly born day untouched yet by the drying rays of the rising sun. Her innocence raised his eagerness. A low, excited growl rumbled in his chest. The beast inside wanted to ravage her, but the man forced himself to hold back and be gentle.

Her fervent moans grew louder. She arched her hips, moving in rhythm to his strokes. Her body tensed up then shuddered beneath his tongue. She muffled her cries by pressing her mouth against the top of his head.

“I never imagined something so wonderful,” she said between panting breaths.

“I am not finished yet.” He gently laid her on the soft ground and removed his leggings.

She smiled wide-eyed at the sight of his erection. “It is so big. Will it hurt?”

He grinned proudly. “I promise to be gentle, Princess.” Careful not to crush her, he mounted her and eased himself inside, concentrating on taking her with care and not too roughly in his eagerness to claim his mate. His body shuddered at the feel of her tight, unconquered, warm sheath squeezing around him. It was pure bliss. Lycaon kissed her. “Just relax.”

She moaned, the vibration against his mouth sending shocks to every part of his body. His muscles tensed and coiled. Moving beneath him, she raised her hips to capture his length.

Groaning, he thrust deeper. Every part of his body burned with arousal and the anticipation of the blissful ending. “Gods, woman, you are perfect,” he whispered in a voice hoarse with emotion and excitement.

She surprised him by playfully biting his shoulder and digging her fingernails into his back, intensifying his arousal to a growing ache, building into a towering flame. Her gray eyes flashed with passion and fierce desire, her red lips parted in elation. He smiled and let out another growl. Alara possessed the spirit of a wolf in the bedchamber.

His thrusts quickened, and his body tightened in anticipation of release. Grunting loudly, he orgasmed, his body rocking with uncontrollable shudders. Beneath him, she quivered, her loud cries muffled by his loving kisses.

After their tremors ceased, he eased down beside her and held her against his chest. Recalling how she had been cold and lifeless in his arms a short time ago made his throat constrict and his eyes burn. He squeezed his eyes shut, tightening his hold on her.

He couldn’t lose her again.

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Do you like werewolf tales with magic, intrigue, and mystery? The Wolf Queen will captivate you. This is a standalone story.


A tormented wolf man. A mysterious girl with a terrible secret.


Alara, a princess from a foreign land, is forced to wed the sorcerer-king Aramon, a power-hungry warlord, who discovers her dark secret and wants to use her to create an invincible army. When she meets Lycaon, she must decide if she should trust the cursed, tormented half-man half-wolf who might be her enemy or her true mate.

Lycaon, once a great king until he was cursed by Zeus to be a werewolf, is drawn to the mysterious princess. He is torn between helping Alara escape and using her to gain power over those who despise him.

Secrets abound and old enemies are reunited to battle Aramon before his terrible plan is unleashed. Time is running out as the dark moon approaches. Soon, Arcadia will be overrun with an unstoppable, vicious army unless Aramon can be defeated. To prevent his victory, the cost is high. As Lycaon’s affection for Alara grows, it becomes more difficult for him to decide which to save: Arcadia or her.

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