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!

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Torn between fantasy and reality, Natalie Kendrick wakes each morning on fire, haunted by passionate dreams of Alexander, the nineteenth century gentleman she believes saved her life fifteen years ago. But when living outside the erotic dream world they share becomes unbearable, she seeks the help of a dream analyst. The solution seems simple: dream suppressants. But can Natalie bring herself to forever shut out the only man she has ever loved--from her head, her life and her heart?

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What is an untamable rake to do after being cursed to suffer a fate unknown to man; to experience solitude in the deepest sense of the word? Watch and wait.

As a silent observer in a world he is no longer part of, Rykel Deveau has entertained himself by becoming engrossed in the lives of the living. Society has changed in two hundred years—more importantly, women have changed.

Now, over two centuries later, Rykel finds himself forced to share his living quarters with the most unusual female he has ever come across, sensual artist, Danica Lovel. Between the woman's hideous tattered bathrobe and unsightly pink slippers, he should be appalled, yet bizarrely, he finds himself strongly drawn to her. He wants her. The problem is, she has no idea he exists.

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Within the walls of Eden, temptation rules and anything goes….

Psychiatrist Caitlyn Ward never imagined setting foot inside the hottest fetish club in Los Angeles until the day a patient’s concerns about sexual desires went beyond her expertise. Now, determined to uncover the answers needed to alleviate her patient’s mind, Caitlyn ventures into a world of dark and forbidden pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

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Whips. Blindfolds. Restraints. And a man rumored to be the most skilled Dom in the city...

As the BDSM instructor at the hottest fetish club in Los Angeles, Bianca Alexander prides herself on being open, honest, and informative with her clientele when it comes to kink. The fact that she hasn’t knelt before a master of her own in four long years doesn’t affect her ability to teach, though a part of her longs to be back in her Dom's arms. But when her boss hires Cade Sinclair--her primary rival from a competing club--to assist teaching her classes, Bianca’s comfortable solo act becomes a sinful duet drenched in Pure Sin.

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Marshal and Earth biologist Cassie Krol is about to be unwillingly augmented when ordered to use her newfound psychic Handler power over elementals to cleanse a cyborg planet of a genetic anomaly instigated by bio-engineering centuries ago. The price in using her psychic gift? Her vision. Armed with the Marshal’s warnings about the cyborgs’s alluring pheromones and facing unwanted blindness, she ventures into a realm where she must look beyond prejudice and self-preservation to return a cyborg culture to its original viability, ending the Mate Quests that terrorize the universe. She boards the cyborg’s womb of a space station awaiting its Goddess—the most sacred legendary female whose arrival is believed to preclude their Sacred Seed going home. And learns she is the Goddess. So much for her code of ethics.

Twelve-hundred year old !Dako cyborg geneticist Vult lived every day since The Changing Times with his reproductive system deactivated, thanks to the nanites he created and altered for the survival of his species. With no choice but to save his remaining warriors from a vile genetic twist of fate causing the loss of their females, he exists the honorable scientist, anticipating Destiny’s liberation of his tormented brethren. Then the beautiful Goddess arrives. Bombarded by raging hormones, he faces what all cyborgs will soon experience, torturous carnal all-consuming ensoulment, a wickedly unruly hint of what’s yet to come for each  !Dako. His body must meld with a soul. But neither is ready for their all-consuming FERAL FORETASTE.

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NAKED ON THE STAIRCASE

FORBIDDEN ETERNITY

THE SPELL OF THE KILLING MOON

HEAVENLY HIGHLANDS (never released before)

Horrotica, Romanticilla or Myth-Travel?

I love words! Who doesn't love to make up new ones? I do!!!

With Christmas right around the corner, I'm having a huge HOLIDAY SALE! READ ON FOR INFO. ON A SPECIAL GIFT FOR MY READERS AND BOOKS UNDER 1 BUCK!

If you read romantic fiction, you know there are a whole ton of blended genres out there. All my novels are blended genres.

So, do you prefer Horrotica, Romanticilla or Myth-Travel? Do you even know what those crazy made up names stand for? Hey, I can't help it..the dork in me is rearing her ugly head! You can probably guess that Horrotica is a blend of Horror and Erotica. Easy enough, right? Well, what about Romanticilla? Stumped? Stands for Romantic Thriller. In my book it does. Are you surprised that the Urban Dictionary folks don't just get me on the horn and ask me to come up with all kinds of new words? **Gasp!** Me too! What about Myth-Travel? That one is a DOOZY. (Another great word. Doozy. Love it. Dorky word but says it all.)Do you give up? Okay, I'll let you in on the secret. Mythological Time-Travel.

I have three titles, one for each of the crazy genres listed above on sale for Christmas from now until New Year's Day and one of the titles will be FREE TODAY ONLY, DECEMBER 16TH FROM 12 AM PST TO 11:59 AT AMAZON!


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Shay Reynolds was raised solely by her father and abandoned by her mother at an early age. Old enough now to take the reigns of her father's business, R&R Advertisting in Palm Springs, Florida, she's about as happy and as successful as a modern woman can get without a mother. Engaged to handsome Chase McMillan, an anchor on the popular national morning television show in New York City with her ads regularly nominated for the prestigious Clio Awards, she's a woman accustomed to life handing her roses. Her good fortune takes a nose dive when her fiance dies mysteriously. Falling into a deep depression, Shay confides in her chauffeur, Tommy Smith and agrees to hire his father's private eye service to investigate. Afraid to be alone, Shay shares her thoughts and broken dreams with Tommy. A serial killer is on the loose. Bad timing for Tommy who has always had it bad for his boss. Hot on the trail of a sicko who enjoys the shock factor of cryptic messages and creepy packages sent to the object of his affection, Tommy fights to shield the only woman who has never treated him like a hired hand.




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WELCOME TO AXL WOLFDORN'S WORLD WHERE THE WOLFEN HAVE LIVED AND THRIVED IN UNDERGROUND CAVERNS FOR 1500 YEARS...

On the edge of civilization, there is a place called Circle City, Alaska. The last town before the Yukon Flats gives way to frigid desolation.

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When Zoe O'Brien, a secluded widow, kills a crazed mother wolf and saves the only cub from sure death, she ignites a war between the Wolfen Clan and the Kontar Clan. The wolf people have been enemies of the dog people for centuries and the cub she takes in is heir to the Wolfen throne.

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Taken prisoner by the Wolfen for murder and kidnapping, Zoe is forced to see and do things with creatures she never knew existed, held against her will in a world she both desires and fears.

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The Hour Glass Witch is a Romantic Altered History Time Travel Tale with a splash of Greek Myth.

Travel back to the Salem Witch Hunt when a wicked glance could have you hanging from the gallows, convicted of lustful witchcraft! Accused of being a witch, Clio, the Muse of History is thrown in prison by a former lover from another life. To escape the gallows, she flees back in time, to the Italian Renaissance, where she becomes a courtesan for a famous Italian painter, living a life of luxury while pining for her lost love. Her favorite god and good friend, Dionysus, is living it up in Tuscany. He invites her to a wild party at his palace where she runs smack-dab into her destiny, only to be separated once more by the Queen of Gorgons. While the sands of time run out, she travels to Hades to face the hounds of Hell in search of her love. Can she salvage her one true love, please the gods and save the lost souls of Salem?


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Happy Shopping and Merry Christmas!
~Alisha

The Victorian Lure Brings It Home!

Hi Everyone! I hope that you’re enjoying a wonderful holiday season so far. Life has been crazy busy on this end decorating. Yep, I know, decorating shouldn’t keep me all that busy but this year has been particularly rough for my family so I want to spread as much yuletide cheer as humanly possible. So far, this ol’ Victorian is dressing up well!  

Speaking of Victorians, I have fantastic news. I know it’s uncouth to share reviews at a blog but this IS a character blog and my paranormal boys (and Andrea) just received their first crit. Truly flattering. Woot!

A NIGHT OWL REVIEWS BOOK REVIEW
Reviewed by: S Siferd

First of all, let me say I LOVED this book! It should be on every paranormal romance reader's TBR pile.

In The Victorian Lure, Sky Purington has created a truly unique story.

Young, successful and a bit conflicted Dakota Allerton buys a gorgeous, ocean front, Victorian dream home. Shortly after she moves in, things begin to change. Literally. Her new home is haunted and its rooms seem to change of their own accord with no rhyme or reason. She becomes trapped in her own attic and out of desperation; she calls for help from a paranormal investigation team.

Eager to help Dakota, the team promptly shows up. Determined to get to the bottom of this home and its mysterious inhabitants, they immediately begin their investigation. The team comprised of four people; two brothers, one sister and a cousin each with their own "special" gift that they are not fully aware of, they set forth to unravel the mindboggling home. In the beginning, only head investigator, Leathan and Dakota are able to notice the eerie happenings. As the days go on, they all soon realize that the "storm of the century" brewing outside, is no match for the cluster of apparitions and activity inside the home. One minute, they will be having coffee in a present day decorated kitchen. Then next, they’re walking through a 1970's living room. Complete with purple shag carpeting and pink lava lamps. The time changes do not last long, for the house has a plan. A deadline of sorts.

We accompany Sky Purington's characters on a time travelling trip like no other. All the way back to the early 1900's where not only bare essentials await them, but also the owner and original builder, Mr. Calum O'Donnell. A persnickety old wizard turned warlock, whose biggest obstacle was his own greed.

I honestly never knew what would happen next in this story. There wasn't a scene that I could foresee coming. Each page until the very end was a mystery. Each page brought forth a new emotion, clue and question. There was no way to guess ahead of time. Sky has weaved a story so enthralling that it allows you to experience every human emotion. And that I did.

For me, there was no favorite or least favorite character. Without any of them, this story wouldn't be complete. I literally could not put this book down. Every twist and turn left me wanting to know more, read more. What starts out as a fictional ghost story, transcends into a truly believable story of love and its ability to weather any storm. The Victorian Lure has been one of the most fulfilling, moving books that I have ever had the pleasure of reading. With an ending I never could have imagined, Sky Purington has proven "Nothing is ever as it appears to be".

Dec 07, 2011 | B00654CY2W

Sky here. Don't forget to hit some of the contributor's blogs. There's always tons of great stuff happening!

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.

“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