The Super-Sexy Side of Paranormal

BIG NEWS!!!

Seth’s story, The Tudor Revival (Calum’s Curse: Ultima Bellum) is available now! For those of you unfamiliar, this book is the third in the trilogy. I thought I’d share a blurb and excerpt today.

Oh, I almost forgot. To celebrate the completion of this trilogy I decided to make The MacLomain Series FREE this weekend at Amazon!!! Click HERE to find The King’s Druidess-Prelude, Fate’s Monolith (Book I), Destiny’s Denial (Book II) and Sylvan Mist (Book III). Books are free Saturday and Sunday, July 7th and 8th.

Alright, it's time to share more about Seth’s tale…

Is it true love... or is this dark need part of the Tudor's Revival?

A man stuck between worlds.

Ghost hunter and dare-devil, Seth, is flung into the afterlife. His one draw to reality? Alana. He died. She lived. But he can't let go. There is something more than friendship between them and he won't say goodbye.

A woman drawn to the past.

The last thing Alana expects to encounter when she inherits her grandmom's Tudor Revival is the spirit of her deceased best friend and crush, Seth. But everything is not what it appears to be. He is determined to live again. When his investigative team, The Worldwide Paranormal Society shows up at her door, Alana soon learns that she's in for a wild ride.

Calum's curse visits one more house. Things get hotter and more paranormal than ever before. Love, as always, struggles to overcome the odds. Time is limited though and the creature set to destroy Seth and
Alana is the most cunning of all.

Will Alana and Seth face humankind's worst fear and survive? Find out in The Tudor Revival.

EXCERPT:

Well, if she thought they were back to normal, fine. He swam over, stood and braced his hands on either side of her shoulders. Very slowly, her eyes opened. Oh yeah, his Alana was back full throttle. She didn’t look shocked nor did she bat a lash.

“You’re standing a little too close.”

He leaned his face closer. “So?”

“Friends,” she said carefully.

But he didn’t miss the catch in her voice. Or the way the gold of her iris’s flared to life. “Right.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he let his eyes wander down her body and licked his lips.

“Stop,” she whispered.

His eyes shot to hers. “Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“Did you hate what we did on the rock face yesterday?”

“You know I didn’t. But we talked about this. It’s just not a good idea for us to be more than friends.”

Seth ran the back of one of his fingers down her arm. “I wouldn’t mind being both.”

“Never works out well,” she said softly.

He enjoyed the way her chest heaved as he continued the lazy stroll with his finger. “Maybe not with other men.”

Despite the freezing water his cock was working with him. It wasn’t his style to sit back and not take what he wanted but for some reason, he needed her to come to him this time. He wanted her to want it as much as he did. Though only a foot or so remained between them, she did nothing to close the distance. He’d almost bet she would back up if she could.

“And don’t forget,” she reminded. “You don’t have a miraculous condom on you this time.”

He shrugged and leaned in a little bit closer, eyes on her lips. “I don’t need a condom to kiss you.”

Alana’s eyes widened then flickered to his lips. “With you it doesn’t stop at a kiss.” She shook her head. “Besides, it’s not a good idea for friends to kiss. Sort of defeats the whole purpose.”

Sky here. Hope you enjoyed! Pick up your Amazon copy of The Tudor Revival HERE. This title will be available at Barnes & Noble and Smashwords within a week. Interested in picking up a copy of Leathan's story, The Victorian Lure (Calum's Curse: Ardetha Vampyre) and Devin's story, The Georgian Embrace (Calum's Curse: Acerbus Lycan)? Head over to my Website and click on Calum's Curse Trilogy.

Enjoy your weekend!

~Sky

Sex with a Ghost? The Georgian Embrace.

It's been a bit since I posted here but HAD to share the cover for Devin's story, The Georgian Embrace (Calum's Curse: Acerbus Lycan). My cover artist, Tamra Westberry did a fabulous job. Love it!

As all are probably figuring out, this blog can run somewhat x-rated. Hope you don't mind. But seriously, we do Paranormal and Syfy here. It's edgy, naughty and should always make your eyes go round. SO, I decided to share an unedited excerpt from The Georgian Embrace. This particular scene focuses on the supernatural intimacy between Devin and Isabel. I know Devin wouldn't appreciate it but I adore the strawberry-dried-in-his-hand moment. Boy needs to stop taking fruit to bed!

(Please NOTE: If you have an aversion to sex scenes, stop reading here. *grins*)

Lightning flashed. A rumble of thunder bubbled overhead. Heavy raindrops hit the window. The curtains blew in on a warm gust of wind and swept across Devin’s shoulder.

Cracking open an eye, he realized he’d fallen asleep with the near empty bowl of fruit on his stomach and a half eaten strawberry in his hand. Another flash of lightning revealed that he’d stripped down to nothing. Unreal. What sorta guy ate a bowl of fruit alone minus clothes?

After he peeled the half dried, sticky strawberry from his hand he put it in the bowl and placed it on the table next to him. About to sit up, Devin froze when something brushed over his palm. Another gust of wind blew through the open window and the sheer curtains floated in. With a heavy blink, he stared closer. Was that Isabel standing beside them?

When he blinked again, she was gone. Had she even been there? Lord knows, he wanted her to appear.

“Isabel,” he whispered. “Are you here?”

Something brushed over his palm again. This time it felt warm…almost like a tongue. Suddenly, he got the impression she was there, licking the juice. Though he stared at his palm, there was nothing there. His cock didn’t believe him and began to stir to life.

Taking a deep breath, Devin repeated, “Isabel, are you here?”

Thunder clapped again overhead but he swore he heard her whisper, “yes.”

Devin’s mouth fell open when he felt a hand graze the side of his face, neck, then collarbone. The air chilled. His skin heated. Hands placed by his side, he didn’t move a muscle. He’d heard of ethereal sex but…seriously? Could it really exist? The thought of Isabel’s ghost taking advantage of him just about made him release then and there.

Lips. Warm. Trailing across his chest. Devin closed his eyes. Holy shit! He was beyond ready. But for what exactly? Sex with residual energy? He almost laughed but didn’t when a tongue flicked his nipple. He arched. Hell that felt good. Open your eyes. See if she’s there. But he didn’t want to. Why risk her vanishing? The tongue swirled away from his nipple, down the center of his mid-drift. It didn’t matter if his eyes were open−they were rolling back in his head.

“Aye,” he whispered. “Yes.”

Soft hands on his hips. Thighs. Climbing. Tongue going lower. “Yes!”

Then nothing. Devin opened his eyes slowly. “Isabel?”

Another flash of lightning. Another clap of thunder. Rain poured harder. Where had she gone? Was she trying to manifest energy to do this to him? He knew damned well an electrical storm could aide in manifestations. But how could he help? He had a good idea how... 

The Georgian Embrace. COMING SOON!

The Victorian Lure (Leathan's Story) Available now at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Fictionwise and most online bookstores.