Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 14 June 2016

WIN A GIFT CARD: #Giveaway Tour: Club Revenge by @JMDabney_Author #LGBT #Fantasy




Welcome to the Book Tour for Club Revenge by J.M. Dabney. And be sure to read to the bottom for your chance to win a $25 Amazon eGift card from Sensuous Promos! 





A family forged in battle. Amora Medina-Jackyl knew one thing well—vengeance. She’d inflicted pain without mercy to those who deserved the punishment. She’d lived by one motto her entire existence-- family was to be protected above all else. An ancient cult murdered her parents and siblings when she was little more than a child. The Order of Angelus hadn’t understood the Hell they’d brought down on themselves that one brutal night. Amora was many things in her four centuries. A daughter and a sister, a mother, yet she was best known as a killer. When she finally meets her end, Amora will have hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to answer for. Her only wish is to find one moment of peace. She denies her need as much as she fights to protect it. When the one woman who can bring her serenity comes into her life: can Amora destroy century old walls to let her in? Lies and conspiracies tear at the fabric of sanity—of what’s right. Can truths come to light that change the reality of a family who’s known only the taste of revenge and loss?



Excerpt #1: (R-rated: Violence and Language) 


“I don't need your fucking lectures.”


“Too damn bad, you're getting one. I won't allow you to hunt my people. What would you have done if we didn't get here in time,” Seamus asked.


“Fed,” Amora answered with brutal honesty. A hidden part of her, one she’d long buried urged her to feel something other than bloodlust—desire.


“We've been friends and allies for over a century and I've allowed,” Amora advanced, cutting off what Seamus would say next.


“Allowed, you've let me do nothing,” she hissed.


“Shut up, Jackyl, you're not a monster, you're more than what they created in that goddamn cell. I won't countenance your self-destruction anymore. Over the last three centuries you've done everything to live down to your training. Will you attack my mate if the thirst gets to be too much one day?”


“I would never touch Yvette,” She bellowed and clenched her fists.


“How can I be sure of that? You chased down an innocent and attacked her.”


“It's none of your business.” The beautiful stranger, Lark, her scent still overwhelmed Amora’s senses. It wasn’t the usual craving—the need to only feed and fuck—this had been something different. What it was terrified her more than the nightmares or the threat of captivity.


“Don't make me have to kill you, my friend, the battle may be bloody and more than likely I wouldn't win, but you pull this shit again I'll put you down. Don't push me, Amora.” Seamus turned away. “Someone will keep an eye on you until you leave. You're a danger to my pack members and I never thought I'd ever say that.”


The threat and promise in Seamus’ voice were clear. He wouldn’t hesitate to end her life. She could’ve forced his hand and dragged him into a fight. Dying in battle was an honor, Valkyries swooped down to take those who’d earned an honorable death and their place in Heaven—Valhalla. It wasn’t for Amora, there wasn’t anything noble in her battles. Maybe her intentions skirted the edges, but in the end all she wanted was her fix. The sweet promise of fear and the rush of her one real high.


Amora straightened and watched one of her oldest friends walk away from you. Seamus disappeared into the line of trees. She instantly sensed a wolf and leopard in the darkness. Seamus could have his power-play and treat her like a wild animal because Amora was. She was only instinct. The desire to survive by any means necessary.


Although, one of the last remaining pieces of her humanity cracked. Amora was a monster, no more than fangs and cruelty. She shook her head and retreated into the shadows in the opposite direction from the camp. The truth was she couldn't be trusted and sooner or later she'd meet her demise. Because as Seamus believed Amora was a dangerous animal in need of death. She just wasn't ready to die today, maybe tomorrow.




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Author Bio


By day, she's an introverted cook hiding out in her kitchen in the middle of nowhere Ohio, by night and any free time she may have, she is a writer of mainly LGBTQ Fiction and Erotica. Although. she's equal opportunity when it comes to telling a story, she'll even write a bit of straight erotic romance when the mood strikes.

She has been writing for years in old notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote the worst poem in the history of poetry, but it sparked her love for writing. She reads too much and loves to get lost in other worlds and her favorite stories have to include laughter and having the reader doing at least one double take. Thirty-something, forever restless she uses her stories to ground herself, and find her place of peace.





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Wednesday, 16 March 2016

#NewRelease: Fractured Fantasies: Vol. 1 by Torie James #Erotica #Fantasy @Writergurl216





Past the shadows of lust and temptation there is a secret dimension of dark, forbidden desires. Abandon rational thought and step into a world of shattering rapture, furious ecstasy and burning secrets. Worship the flesh and submit to carnal seduction but remember passion comes at a high price. What are you willing to pay?



Book One — Point of No Return

One night a year, impiety and temptation take center court at the invitation only event hosted by the mysterious Avan Noxturna. Decadent darkness, burning lust, and wicked intentions hide behind innocent masks in the most innocuous places. The fires of hell may blaze hot, but the flames of passion consume common sense when obsessive memories escape to ignite an inferno of intimate bliss that will sear both saint and sinner.



Book Two: No Change Policy in Room 8

Nerdy sexpot, Maggie, is good at minding her own business. But when Tall, Dark, and Horny makes his presence known, she answers the siren call of anonymous lust on the first ring. Able to get her juices stirring, she’s more than willing to give this contender a shot. It’s been a long time since someone made the grade. Thinly veiled secrets don’t hold water when mystery bleeds into misery and pleasure demands payment with pain.



Book Three — Reclaiming the Rabbit Hole

Madly erotic and impossible dreams have turned Edee Carroll’s waking hours into an embarrassingly nightmarish reality. Carnal passion and a curious nature lead her through the doorway of a doctor specializing in her problem. There are some doors that should never be opened and when the road is paved with crooked desire and dangerous secrets, it doesn’t matter which direction the truth leads. Time is running out and there’s a thin line between satisfaction and suffering.



Book excerpt ((4/5 Heat Rating))

A blast of icy pain raced down her back, making her blink with the sudden onset. Her breath hitched, as though her ribcage buckled, compressed then released. A dull ache set up shop along her spine. Alarmed at the symptoms, she managed to set her shoulders stiffly, casting her gaze over the sea of people, weaving her way through, politely excusing herself when stopped by happy, drunk guests. She had done a full perimeter of each floor and now it was time to get to her office and wait for the offerings. Finding the twins, she conferred a few moments before heading to the elevator.

Then she saw him approach and everything receded into a hazy mural of shadows and light.

Golden brown eyes glowed under the lighting, the skull mask framing a chiseled face. Head to toe, in form fitting red, she remained hypnotized by the pure masculine grace, watching him unfurl from the shadows in wraithlike glory, making his way towards her stealthily.

A rush of pure pleasure slammed through her body, nipples tightening right away and for a brief heartbeat, she felt hands on her body and the slow, heated lick of an invisible tongue teasing her throbbing clit. It took her breath away, carnal thoughts first and foremost in her mind. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten laid. Business first, booty second.

He did look yummy…in all the right places.

She enjoyed being a highly sexual female who felt no shame in shagging a man for recreational purposes. Guys did it all the time and they were called studs. A woman with the same goal? Slut. Luckily, she didn't much care what anyone thought. She had no desire to settle into a bullshit relationship where she lost her identity. Her mother had schooled her. She was an island and it suited her fine when the occasional ship came into port, docking on a temporary pass.

A lustful interlude with a masked stranger on Halloween? Cliché. And tempting. She did have a few extra minutes.

Then he filled her vision and she felt her body grow damp under the heated gaze.

One. Quick. Fuck.

Medicinal purposes only.


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Friday, 12 February 2016

#NewRelease: Fractured Fantasies: Valentine's Venom by Torie James #Erotica #Fantasy @Writergurl216







When Gods collide and an innocent taunt turns into a fascinating challenge, the rules are: There are no rules. Enter a world of wicked intimacy, tempting desires and carnal challenges that ring rife with passion’s promise. With the gauntlet thrown and the stakes rising higher, the lines between agony and ecstasy blur with shattering rapture. And more often than not, we discover too late that simmering desires left unchecked are deadlier than the rest.




Book One: We Wear The Mask

In a sea of burning glances, sensual disguise hides more than a lovely face and vulnerable heart. Step onto a stage of madness where seething shadows breed deadly lies and the discovery of what lies beneath unleashes a storm of merciless passion.



Book Two: Crowning Glory

When a cheating, shameless beauty bends men to the will of her own greedy hunger, the lust of her ever growing appetite proves to be the thorn on which they’re hung. The path to paradise leads down a ruthless road of betrayal and a loving husband’s broken heart and public pride hammer the lesson home.


Book Three: You Never Forget Your First

A brilliant scientist and her adoring husband recall their tender beginnings on the evening that will change the world and their lives forever. But even as joyous wonder unfolds to introduce the next stage in human technology, a chance decision will prove that the echoes of uncommon love last longer than any earthly affection.


((The Excerpt is pretty PG-13 but the book itself is a 4/5 heat rating))
"Enough talk of boobies and wieners." Himeros slurred. "We need more action around here. More fun." He sat back. "I say, we cut loose and have some fun." He glanced at Eros. "You know, like we used to. Before your man card was revoked."
Eros cast his brother a droll look. "Not gonna rise to the bait, bro."
"Hear tell you can't rise to anything much." Himeros accused.
"That's the best you got?"
"Olympian Pissing Contest. Take 400." Kalypso sang.
"It's not a contest. A contest implies competition of which I have none." Eros shot back.
"So, you're saying love trumps all? That its stronger than lust or illusion?" Himeros purred. 
Eros nodded. "Job security."
"I beg to differ. I think lust overpowers." Himeros took a swig form his cup.
"You're both pathetic. Illusion. Hands down." Kalyso hiccupped, waving her hand.
Eros rubbed his head. He already knew how this would end but he was drunk, lonely and bored.
Bad combination.
"Fine. Let's see who's right then."
His half brother and sister howled, Kalypso nearly falling from her chair in happiness.
"Now you're talking. Rules?" She asked.
Himeros sneered. "Rules? What are you? New? There are no rules."
"Even better!"
Eros studied his buffed nails. "Who wants to go first?"
"Me." Kalypso jumped up. "I've kept my eye on this little morsel for a while now. And it's all coming together finally. Anyone fancy a bit of French Food?" She crowed, waving a hand in the air, turning them all to smoky gold swirls and vanishing from the Great Hall.
Moments later, all three perched atop the curling bannister of a dual, winding staircase crowded over with hapless mortals. Each used their powers to remain invisible, observing only.
Kalypso clapped happily, pointing down and singling out a man. "There he is." She quickly told her brothers the game being played and sat back, smugly.
"Submitted for your approval, boys..."




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