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.



  1. Real nice, Sky. You could've waited for them to read the book. Not leaving this blog alone again, lass.

  2. Wow Sky, that was amazing! Can't wait to read it.

    Great blog site!

  3. Wow! Awesome! Can't wait to read the whole book!

    ~Cathy McElhaney~

  4. Mine too, hotcha12! Gotta luv it! Thanks for joining us. :-)

  5. Thanks, Marilyn! It was a blast designing the site but then look at all the amazing book covers and contributors. Win, win! So glad you could join us. :-)

  6. So glad to see you, Cathy!!! I owe you some books. I was talking to Alisha about how to get them on your kindle. Think I have a plan. I'll email you later tonight. (((cyberhugs)))


  8. Mega grin. Soooooooo agree, hotcha12! I might not stop at licking. (Ooops, didn't mean to say that! *winks*)