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

Does Possession Exist? The Vatican Thinks So.

Did you know that the Vatican put out a plea for exorcists last year? It was all over the news. Pretty alarming, eh? Makes one wonder. What do they know that we don’t?

I’ll admit it. I’ve always been intrigued with the idea that a spirit or demon might actually be able to possess a human being. Though a far-fetched idea, it’s one that deeply penetrates societies all around the world. As a true-blue control freak, the concept makes me want to run in the opposite direction. However, based on ample research and a steadfast belief in the paranormal, I feel... no matter where you go there you are. If it wants you, it'll have you. Or at least try.

Yep, I watched the movie Exorcist as a kid. Freaked me the heck out! But I knew it was fake. Had to be. Right? But there was always that nagging voice in my head asking, “What if it wasn’t? What if that sort of thing actually happens?”

I know what you’re thinking. Or at least what crossed my mind initially. The Vatican might have done what they did to keep up the belief in demons which essentially makes the church super essential. But that’s a hard pill to swallow. After all, it attacks their integrity. Another genuine possibility? They did it because they’re being inundated by things outside of our comprehension. Good ol’ paranormal activity! And not necessarily demons.

Either way, I truly believe in two things. The first, that the Vatican and Catholic faith is truthful. They would NOT lie. Second, the paranormal does indeed exist.

The list of documented possessions is long. Amongst the most famous, Amityville and Maria Rossi. These are extreme cases and always open to interpretation. Kinda sorta. Scary stuff!

Regardless, it was because of my interest in this topic that I implemented it into my latest novel, The Tudor Revival (follows The Georgian Embrace). What a slippery slope I’ve gone down writing this book though. It’s a tough thing building characters when they’re being possessed. I’m dealing with not only multiple characters but a whole lot of voices in my mind! I know, I know, we writers should have that concept nailed. Nonetheless, we usually don’t have to do it with our hero and heroine.

So why did I post about this? Because I'm curious and my questions are not those that are typically asked of readers and writers alike. What do YOU think about the concept of possession? COULD it exist? DOES it exist? Or is it just a nutty concept that holds no grain of truth in this reality. Say it how you see it... or don't. *winks*

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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.

“Leath─”

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.

What?

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.

“No?”

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.

Hugs,
~Sky