Sunday, November 27, 2011


My latest novel, BEAUTY AND THE BRUTE, set in my post-apocalyptic world on Earth with Shifters & Normals just released...

Post-apocalyptic Earth, after alien invasion, AEI, 2065 A.D., The Conquered

Fight or die is the way of the world AEI.
Shoot first and ask questions later becomes Lady Lorelei’s reality when overhearing her adopted warlord father’s plan of placating the aliens in saving his little slice of The Conquered. A plan where she is given to the aliens. Betrayed by the unthinkable sentence, she bolts for her life. Without any weapons, food, or survival skills suited for life outside the warlord’s mansion, her journey only proves post-apocalyptic Earth desperately needs one thing—women. Breeders. Whores. The hottest commodity on the planet.
Wandering Shifter Brutus, a powerful loner renowned for his hatred of Normals, is the only thing capable of securing her idea of freedom. But he has no patience for females and their wiles. Only a handful of Shifter females are known to exist. The rest are Gods-be-damned Normals—a pack of animals that would feed upon their young to profit. But when Lorelei achieves the impossible and escapes the warlord’s city, Brutus can’t refuse the one thing forcing him to pull her up behind him on the saddle and head deep into The Wild. His inner Wolf intends to mate her. Mating a Normal isn’t one of his priorities.
More than Brutus’ Wolf is chasing Beauty’s tail. Neither expects the dark cloud lurking on the horizon. In a world where ride or die becomes your only hope for a future, sometimes you find you never really lived until you’re running for your life. Life changes in a heartbeat AEI because nature has a funny way of righting her status quo. Even if that feat requires digging into the chasm to the animal buried inside Lorelei and Brutus, to trigger the Mating Fever between BEAUTY AND THE BRUTE.

Read Chapter 1 and hot excerpt at buy link.

Book 1: COUGAR is nominated for Best Erotic Paranormal Romance--Shifter at The Romance Reviews. It's also a Top Pick at NOR as well as highly-recommended by various reviewers. Read more at my website.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Paranormal Passion. Release Day. Super Sexy Kick-off.

Hey All!
It's release day for me. The Victorian Lure (Calum's Curse: Ardetha Vampyre) has finally hit the cyber-shelves and bookshelves alike. As you'll notice, Leathan Stewart is one of the characters alive and well at this blog. Technically, he’s romping around within the pages of The Victorian Lure as the hero.  I know this will drive him nuts but I just had to share a super steamy scene from the book to kick off the series.
I guess you could classify this as one of the more naughtier scenarios that can happen during a paranormal investigation. 

Sorry Leathan! You’ll get over it. *Winks*
Here we go…
Continuing into the next room, he found random things scattered about. There was little of value since cellars became too moist. They would need to explore the attic soon. He suspected that would be where they might find more clues to the original owner and possibly the builder of this place.
After passing through the center area, he entered a larger room and sighed with relief. Stacked high, against two walls, was chopped wood. About to pull a piece free he stopped. Had he heard a giggle? Pushing the wood back, he spun the flashlight toward the entrance. Nothing. Bound to have an over active imagination down here. After all, this replicated the spooky cellars from the best horror movies. Light on, he clipped the flashlight to his hip pocket and grabbed the piece of wood again.
Three pieces of wood in hand, Leathan shivered. Brrr. Prepared, he held the wood in one arm, reached into his pocket, pulled his digital temperature gage and held it in the light. As hairs rose on the back of his neck, he watched the reading drop from thirty-five degrees to thirty-two, then thirty-one. He started counting. Within seconds it dropped to twenty-five. Ready to pull a recorder from his other pocket, Leathan froze when a black figure caught the corner of his vision from deeper inside the room. Carefully, he set the wood aside.
His flashlight dimmed then snapped off without him touching it. Those in the paranormal world speculated spirits drew energy from their surroundings to manifest. He waited and watched.
He snatched Dakota from the doorway, brought her between him and the wood then put a finger to her lips. “Quiet,” he whispered close to her ear.
“Heard you the first time,” she whispered back.
No time to wonder what she meant. Something was happening in the corner. With a protective arm around Dakota, he peered into the dark recesses of the room. Someone whispered. She trembled. He peered closer. Nothing. The temperature rose, returned to normal. Leathan stroked her shoulder reassuringly. Whatever it had been hadn’t stuck around long. While he wanted to explore the area more the feel of her long body against his drove all logical thought from his mind. Her heart pounded against his. Breath rushed from their lungs. They were caught in a heady mix of adrenaline combined with lust.
At last she spoke. “Did you see anything?”
What scent was she wearing? It smelled sweet and inviting. “Nay.” He continued stroking her shoulder, then the side of her neck. “You okay? Frightened?”
“At first,” she admitted, her body relaxed and pliant between his and the wood stack.
Without consciously realizing it, he had her sandwiched; his front nestled against hers, his renewed arousal pressed against her with interest. Spirit activity, no matter how slight, usually had him interested. Right now, nothing but the feel of her lithe body flattened against his mattered.
Leathan pressed closer, gently kissed the side of her neck, said very softly, “Does this frighten you?”
“What do you think?”
Hungry, eager, he found her mouth. Willing, her lips opened beneath his and as before, her hands came around his neck. Wedging a knee between her legs, he found her backside and lifted until he held her locked and secure, inescapably lodged between him and the woodpile. Her firm backside filled his palms perfectly. Her slender athletic thighs straddled his leg. Heat emanated from her core, and he nearly groaned. Tilting his head further, he explored her mouth, their tongues and lips in perfect unison. He could kiss her forever and never get bored.
Grinding his thigh against her, he protected her backside with his hands. The ache rose sharp and hard when he felt the heat increase between her legs, when a small whimper left her lips. All he could imagine was the moist clinging heat within her. What would she taste like? Feel like?
Her hands left his neck, bunched his sweater until she touched bare back. The light scrape of her nails made him grunt and thrust. His need was so strong and painful that he slid her down, and dropped to his knees. Unzipping her pants, he pulled them and her panties down. When he looked up her head was thrust back against the wood, eyes closed, chest rising and falling harshly, hands moving restlessly over the wood behind. She was damn hot and only lit by the small light at his hip.
Leathan wished she was naked.
Grasping her waist, he felt the taut smoothness of her backside with his fingers while grazing her curved hip bones with his thumbs. A trickle of sweat made its way down his forehead despite the frigid temperature. Carefully, feather light, he trailed the tip of his tongue around the tiny ring piercing her bellybutton.
Dakota groaned.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered across her belly. She shivered. “Has anyone ever told you that before?” He moved his hands upward, allowed his thumbs to lightly skirt the underside of her breasts.
“Not sure,” she breathed.
As he moved his hands down over her waist once more, he peppered kisses over her smooth stomach. When he reached the area beneath, he moved slowly, savored every inch. She stopped breathing.  Inhaling, he knew she was ready for him. When he found what he was looking for, petite and hidden in a dusting of dark hair between her thighs, her legs gave way.
Holding tight, he supported her, tasted slowly, using his tongue to explore…investigate.
One arm around her backside, he licked, savored, and unzipped his pants. Hands threaded in his hair, she pushed forward, one small manageable thrust at a time. Hoisting Dakota further, he found the heart of her with one solid tongue thrust. She yelled out. He grinned, relished the feel of her inner muscles as they clenched and throbbed.
“Now. Please,” she whimpered. “I want more. You.”
He understood. Needed no further invitation.
With a primal growl he stood, brought her up three feet, and pressed himself against her.
“Oh!” She grabbed his shoulders, small fingernails digging into his upper back.
Searching for reason he said, “Should I stop?”
Though he held firmly, her legs climbed him in anticipation. “No, no.”
Was this too soon? Did it matter? Who said they’d even survive this haunted house? Though he’d said he hadn’t, he’d reviewed the tape of them in her bedroom, knew they hadn’t had sex. Remembering the way her body had looked without clothing, another shot of lust rocketed through him. More than anything, he needed to be inside her. They were adults. They knew what they did. Leathan struggled to talk, to confirm. But her warm skin pressed against him, her hot entrance welcoming. All reason fled.
One arm beneath her backside, one around her upper back, he lifted, positioned, and let her sink.
Sky here. Hope you enjoyed! *grins* Check out the chapter excerpts being shared over the weekend at my blog, A Writer's Mind. Comment here or there for a chance to win an Ecopy of The Victorian Lure. Contest ends, Monday, November 14th at 6 AM, EST.

Purchase The Victorian Lure through The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.


Friday, November 4, 2011

Intro'ing the Crew

Hey lads and lassies, Leathan here. Though I know I’m real, apparently I’m a character from one of Sky’s stories. Or maybe a few. Calum’s Curse Trilogy. Why I have to lead out I dinnae ken. Anyways, me and my cousins Seth and Devin are new on the blogging scene but I ken if we can handle ten years plus experience ghost hunting and turning warlock, we can handle anything.

The point of this blog, main reason me and my cousins wanted to host it, is to flush out those like us. Supernatural characters gang-heisted by their writers. How we found love through it all. Word'll get out soon. This is the place to be. Seth, Devin and and I are looking for more like us. Those of you caught in the paranormal/sci-fi story.

Leave a comment telling us who you are and who wrote your story. Good to connect with everyone in the paranormal field… aliens work too. I know this blog’s just launching so keep an eye out. Bound to have a lot of you over to talk about your stories in the near future. Interested in an interview? Choose either Devin, Seth or myself as your host and email Sky at Skypurington@live to get started.

Prefer an interview with a blog contributor? Email Sky at the above address with who you would like to launch your 'Deep, Dark & Delicous' intro. Andrea, Skhye, Rynne, Alisha or Sky. All are always willing to 'step up.' Andrea and Sky are likely to be sweet. Give you a good wholesome interview, make sure the reader has all their facts. My kind of lassies. Skhye and Rynne... well, proceed with caution. They're likely to give you an interview you won't soon forget. Refer to Seth's personality in their case. Alisha? Well, she's one of a kind. Bound to mix sweet with direct. No bars held. So you choose.

Aye, guess I should give you a brief run down of 'we lads at this blog.' I'm logical minded. Always up for a good mind-bender and love history. Devin's the soft spot. He might hunt the dead for a living but he's a humanitarian. Supports and raises money for the deaf in Ireland. Really good guy. Seth is... Seth. Dare-devil to the bone. Doesn't ken the meaning of 'play it safe.' Always living on the edge. Extreme sports, etc. Och, tends to speak before thinking.

Well, it's been a long night. I'm off. Nice to meet everyone. Dakota’s waiting. Tell you about her later.