Friday, February 27, 2015

The Prince, The Mermaid, and The Siren by Muffy Wilson ~ An Erotic Interpretation of The Little Mermaid #eroticfairytales #iamwriting #@sexymuffywilson

Who among us has never looked into the blacken depths of the ocean and wondered, Are they real? And if they live, what is the difference between a Mermaid and a Siren?  Simply put, Mermaids are thought to save mariners from the cold dark depths of Neptune's death grip while Siren's are known to seduce a man to his death through the lure of song and sad wailing, for whatever reason they want: food, play or temperament.
A Mariner would be foolhardy to stop to save a Saltwater Siren as they were never in distress but who can tell the difference between friend or foe when the beautiful outstretched arm is so long, lovely and beckoning...?
The Maiden sang as she rode the dancing turquoise currents, collecting seashells, sea-flowers and colored coral. As she ascended, the transformation began: her tail, scales falling away like glitter and long…supple…graceful, was now two lengths of elegant limbs. Through the ribbons of her hair, painted by the depths with an onyx shimmer, she wove her sea treasures. Her skin, decorated, bronze and silken, glistened with a hunger to be touched. And her natural eagerness increased with ache, passion, desire.

She crawled upon the crag, waited and sang-soulfully, as the thunderous sea rolled, twisted, churned to deliver.

Mariners would rescue a maiden-in-distress, never a
sea-witch .....but her, what about her...? Hermione, Queen of the Saltwater Siren's finds the two young royals after the Prince's ship when down in the night storm. The mermaid, also royalty, saved him from drowning by breathing her life into him with a kiss, but Hermione, ever conniving and contriving, had other plans... 
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The Prince, The Mermaid, and The Siren
by
Muffy Wilson
(@sexymuffywilson)
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With that, Hermione went to the young man who continued to press kisses into the fair-haired curls of his beloved. As she closed the distance, her the transformation began: her tail became shapely limbs. Her skin, bronze and silken, glistened with a hunger to be touched. And her natural eagerness increased with human ache, passion, and desire now that she possessed the body to enjoy it. She bent to touch the human male and sang soulfully and tenderly about love and longing. The young man jolted, startled by her presence yet impressed by her dark commanding beauty and seduced by her tantric voice. 

She spoke in low tones, “The little mermaid you hold so close to your heart and, more importantly, your body is a Royal Princess, known as Princess Saira. I am not sure her father the King would approve of so intimate a coupling.” 

The man found his voice and replied, “I, too, am of royal blood and lineage. I am Prince Draedon, first in line of heirs to the landed wealth of King Draevaan. I am only holding her because I awoke to find her asleep upon my chest and could not resist her beauty. She saved my life and has also won my heart.”

“Princess Saira is not a land being, nor will she ever be,” lied Hermione. She knew there were ways for Saira to live on land, but she was not ready to tell Draedon. She thought it best to keep this information for now. Besides there was something she wanted—something she needed.

“But Saira will never be one of you. You cannot live below the sea nor can she live for long above the sea. Her kind lives to three centuries. Will you live that long? Would you ask her to give that life up for yours, so short, and die so much sooner? ” Hermione could see doubt creep into the heart of the prince.

At that moment, Saira woke, the warm rays of her sun caressing her skin along with—the hands of her prince. She wasn’t able to move much and thought she was injured from the night before, but it was a creeping, progressive weakness that would end in death if she stayed on land.

“I must go,” she said pushing away from the prince.

“Wouldn’t you rather stay with Draedon, your prince?” said a familiar voice.

Saira looked to see Hermione the Siren and a shiver of fear passed through her, followed by pleasure as Draedon pulled her close. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“I’m here only to offer you hope, Princess. You are weakening and will die if you don’t return to the sea, but I can give you something you both want. Time. Time to be together as lovers. Time to enjoy each other as you desire. Time, perhaps, to fall in love and change your destiny.”

“What is the cost?” Saira knew Hermione never gave without receiving something precious in return.

“I must be present for your joining or the spell will not work.” Hermione knew her plan of seduction, was irresistible to the two, but she also know it would wielding a vengeful blow to the Sea King. She would level a disaster and enjoy every moment of it. Hearing only the possibility, the two lovers kissed again and knew their answer. Thinking they could never otherwise be together, they agreed to Hermione’s terms. Hermione clipped a handful of Saira’s locks, then disappeared. She returned in a whirling twist with a potion broth for the little mermaid to drink, while holding the human’s hand.

It took no time for the scales from her tail fall like glittering tears onto the sand around them. As she witnessed the transformation of her body what was more significant was the changes in her heart and mind. As her legs appeared, she had longings, and something stirred deeply where the two legs joined at the top. She tingled and her heart beat with the fury of the mighty winds of the preceding night.

Saira stretched her new body, exposing herself to Draedon and Hermione. She thought nothing of being naked before them but did wonder at the look in the eyes of her prince. While she couldn’t name what she saw, her body answered with a pulse of need that made her gasp.

Hermione gave a knowing laugh which added to Saira’s growing desire. “So innocent she is. Isn’t it precious? Come, I will show you the art of love.” With that, Hermione took both their hands, and as Draedon helped Siara on her new legs, she led them to an oasis she created. There she stripped Draedon of his clothes and lay them down on a bed of banana leaves and knelt between the two eager lovers.

Wasting no time, Hermione brought her mouth down on Saira’s, gently nipping and sucking, wetting her lips with a tempting dance of her tongue. The young princess relaxed and opened her mouth to receive the other woman. The pleasure was instantaneous. Saira thought nothing could feel hotter than the sun. She was wrong.

As the ladies continued to kiss and Hermione caressed Saira’s exposed skin, Draedon’s need grew past his ability to wait and he insinuated himself between the women. One well-experienced hand gripped his cock and his mouth found Hermione’s hardened nipple while his hand reached for and found the juncture between
Saira’s thighs. Already she was wet and it excited him to feel her need.

Hermione, eager to enjoy Saira and stimulated by Draedon’s mouth on her outstretched nipple, moved between Saira’s new legs, sliding her legs between the other woman’s, pleased to find Saira’s fingers at play. She rubbed her wet, fevered mound against Saira’s, which provoked an uncontrolled squeal of excitement from Saira that encouraged Draedon. He broke contact with Hermione’s breasts and turned her so her back was to him, his hard shaft pressing against her heat. He could feel how wet she was. Hermione spread herself, so that he could slip easily into her from behind as he palmed her breasts, tweaking her hard-tipped nipples between both thumbs.

As Draedon thrust into her, Hermione bent over Saira, and kissed the young Princess deeply. She lost herself in Saira’s taste and the softness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts. She moaned when Draedon buried his cock deeply inside her. She cried out against Saira’s mouth and leaned her forehead on the young Princess’s tender shoulder as she pushed herself back to take as much of Draedon as she could.

“God, God … ” he screamed, “Oh, God …” He plunged ever deeper into the sexy siren. She was wet, tight, and throbbing. He felt her velvety folds wrap tightly around his cock, squeezing him firmly. He knew his orgasm was building and was stunned that he had no control over the pressure and pleasure mounting with each slap of his balls against her pussy. He tried to hold back, to control his impulse to spill himself inside her moist wet responding crevice, but the siren’s lure was too strong. She gyrated and pushed against him. Kneeling upright, he released Hermione’s breasts and reached to touch Saira’s body. Caressing both women was a heady experience.

Third time’s the charm. The power of three. Ménage a trois. Clearly there is magic in three, as well as in the power of fairytales. From the original fairytale anthology SPELLBOUND come these classic and lesser known tales that take a turn for the kinky with various combinations of three in a bed. Two men, one woman. Two women, one man. Wolves, beasts, mermaid—even a very talented pussycat. Whatever your pleasure, we have a story: The Girl Who Cried Wolf by Celeste Hall, Little Red Hot by Ramona Leigh, Beauty’s Beast by Naomi Shaw, The Mermaid, the Prince, and the Siren by Muffy Wilson, Rapunzel’s Bush by Manlius Latham, Vasalisa, the Beautiful by V. Shepard, Jack and His Beanstalk by Ramona Leigh, The Prurient Puss by Muffy Wilson, The Ugly Duckling’s Reunion by Naomi Shaw, Open Sesame by Louisa Bacio.


Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.

Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.


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The Para-Portage of Emily ~ Secret Cravings Publishing March 2015
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~                                                TBA Spring 2015
                                      Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA Summerl 2015



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Madame Gretchen by Kayla Lords ~ #Release Blitz #@KaylaLords


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Madame Gretchen
by
Kayla Lords
(@KaylaLords)
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Madame Gretchen:

Six kinksters want to join the most exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden. The first requirement? Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total surrender. Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.

Where to Find Madame Gretchen:

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Excerpt from Madame Gretchen:

Facing the room, she allowed a mischievous smile to appear. Most of her submissive clients cringed and dripped when they saw this smile. She was about to push boundaries and expand minds - her favorite part of Domination.
"Ok, partner up. Missy and Pup, for tonight, you may stay together if you choose, but understand this will be the last time I allow it." She crossed her arms, leaning back into her heels, watching how they paired off.
Ivory, sweet, sweet Ivory, went right for Drake. Madame Gretchen liked her even more. She was confident in herself, and it showed. Drake could see it too, as his smile widened as she reached out to shake his hand and introduce herself. She could see Ivory's dimple from here, deepening as she giggled and flirted.
Bella looked confused and awkward. Randy Boy reached out to pat her hand and looked only at her face. Madame Gretchen sensed he was trying to comfort her and help her feel less conspicuous. She admired him for it.
"Ok, we're boy-girl, huh? Well that does make the instructions easier, doesn't it?" She couldn't keep the evil grin from her face or the humor from her voice, nor did she try. Things were about to get interesting. "Ladies first! Men, arms at your side, eyes forward. Ladies, I want you to look at the man in front of you from head to toe and back up again. Just your eyes, no matter how tempted your are to touch your partner. We'll get to that later." She ignored the furtive glances from the room at her last statement.
The moment the men knew someone's eyes were on them, their cocks begged for attention, twitching and jerking, coming to life, filling, leaning forward, begging for attention. She could hear the men's breath hitching in their throats as their bodies betrayed whatever their faces attempted to convey. The smell of desire and fear filled the room and it made her wet with desire. Missy smirked as her eyes blazed a trail up and down Pup's wide body. Madame Gretchen could feel the submissive switching to her Domme side. Her eyes changed first, becoming hard and glittery, then her posture changed from unsure to commanding. Ivory giggled and licked her lips over and over, her dark skin becoming impossibly darker as she blushed.
Madame Gretchen didn't blame her, she might have done the same if faced with Drake's perfect beauty. Bella was going to be a hard one to crack. Madame Gretchen watched as she started at Randy Boy's face, gazed down his chest and stomach and then skipped down to his knees. It was the same on the way back up.
"Bella! I think you're missing a very important part of this exercise." Madame Gretchen could see the flush in her skin from across the room. She made no move to join the couple. "Try again. Don't make me resort to harsher methods."
"Yes, Ma'am." Bella licked her lips and tried again. She still averted her eyes away from Randy's cock.
"Bella, on your knees, eyes forward."
The shy submissive looked as if she would argue with Madame Gretchen for a split second. One look into the Domme's eyes changed her mind. She shook as she fell to her knees, her head bowed, her hair a dark curtain covering her face.
"Eyes up, Bella. Don't make me say it again."
Bella forced her gaze up and stared straight at Randy's groin. Her gulp and subsequent gasp were audible. Her eyes widened as she watched his body respond to her proximity and her attention. There was easily three feet of space between them, but his body reacted all the same.
Madame Gretchen continued the exercise until the women began to squirm slightly and lean closer to their male partners.
"Ok, now it's time to switch! Bella you may stand again. Eyes forward, ladies. Men, look to your heart's content." She sang out the command as if she were sending children out to recess.
As she expected, the men completed the task differently. They didn't simply stare at the women's faces, torsos, tits, pussy, and legs. Like wolves, they prowled around the women, leaning in, inhaling their scent, taking in every detail they could. Drake licked his lips every time his eyes touched Ivory's full breasts. Pup couldn't keep his eyes from Missy's slit and mound. Randy Boy was the least obvious of the three men, but Madame Gretchen noted how his eyes were riveted to Bella's hips and the globes of her ass.
As if on cue, the women's breathing became raspy. Madame Gretchen could smell the desire in the room. Whether it belonged to the women or the men mattered not, the affect was the same. The voyeur and Domme in her was ready for the last part of tonight's lesson.

About Kayla Lords:

KaylaLordsI discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in. I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn't scary or degrading.   A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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Thursday, February 26, 2015

***Out Now*** ~ Temptation (Natalie’s Edge, #1) by R.B. O’Brien (@rbobrien120)


Temptation
(Natalie’s Edge, #1)
by
R.B. O’Brien
(@rbobrien120)

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At the edge of pleasure often lies a little pain…

He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed.  But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Natalie Smith and environmentalist Michael Black meet, they are thrust into a headlong relationship that may devastate them both.
Falling almost too fast for this enigmatic, controlling man, Natalie is both excited and terrified by the fine line Michael walks between his dark and light side, as he introduces her to a world of games, bondage, and punishments.  And to her surprise, she likes her submission.  She likes the control he wields. And he cannot have it any other way.  He likes to bring Natalie to the edge, and she likes the edge he brings her to. Pleasure has never felt so good.
But can Michael fully let go of his trust issues and fall in love? Or will his past leave Natalie on the edge of pain?

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AUTHOR BIO
R.B O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours.
O’Brien likes to explore the darker nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion. Embracing EE Cummings’ philosophical idea in his poem, “Since Feeling is First,” O’Brien adheres to the principle that anything worthwhile must be felt.
O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and happily resides in the Northeast, USA. Temptation is the first book in the highly anticipated Natalie’s Edge three-part series.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Dai’s Dark Valentine by Dariel Raye ~ Author Interview and Release Blitz @Pendarielraye #rafflecopter

It's All About Dariel Raye

I am thrilled to have as my esteemed guest a fellow author, unselfish and dedicated author promoter, writer/author reference collector/trainer and animal rights activist and all around dear friend. 

The remarkable thing about Dariel Raye is her heart. Her mind is brilliant but her heart is wide and vast, warm and loving. She is willing to do anything for anyone, at any time, if it is at all within her power. In that regard, she is divine. As an author, she is a clever
wordsmith stringing words, like pearls, together from the extraordinary jewelry box that is her imagination.  I am so delighted to have Dariel here with me today for an intimate look into her passions of creative writing, and celebration of her latest release. So, let the champagne flow, the sparks fly and the interview begin.  
 "So awesome and amazing...a must read!" 
~  Jacklynn Sizemore
First, let me begin by welcoming you and putting you on the spot with what I know of your background and some some quotes about your work. Dariel's love for books, as well as her fascination with animals and all things paranormal, prompted the beginning of her writing journey at the tender age of eight. The paranormal romance, "Raven's Shelter," one of five stories in Taming of the Wolf, was her second publication, and her first with The Wild Rose Press as a result of placing second in their "Got Wolf" competition - prompted the new "Dark Sentinels" series. Also a paranormal romance, "Vashti's Star,"
which she has plans to update, was her first published novel. Dariel has written articles for The News Item of Mobile, and Black Health Magazine of Atlanta. 
"One of my favorite series by this talented author" `~ Catrina Barton
A classically trained pianist and vocalist with a degree in piano and vocal performance, Dariel plays more than 10 instruments, and worked as a band and choral director. With a master's in counseling psychology, she worked in mental health therapy, substance abuse counseling, and school/career counseling for more years than she wishes to reveal. She has presently completed studies for a Ph.D. with the exception of her dissertation, but a more recent battle with kidney failure changed her perspective and renewed a focus on her first loves, writing and music. Dariel is a native Mobilian and minister of music. In addition to her novels and articles, she has written and directed three musicals and composed more than 30 scripturally based compositions. She lives with a variety of pets, where she is working on three paranormal romance series, composing music, and making plans to record soon. 
 "Each story has vibrant, memorable characters, a rich plot, and totally captures the readers." ~ Catrina Barton
Dai’s Dark Valentine
by
Dariel Raye
(@Pendarielraye)

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So, welcome to my table, Dariel. Let's get right to it...What genre do you enjoy writing the most?
Paranormal and Urban Fantasy romance, some contemporary, but there’s always something dark and dangerous about them.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?
My characters, especially the hero, were very bossy. About mid-way, they took the story and ran with it. I struggled to keep up.

Readers do not often understand how a story and the characters, that are born out of the well-spring that is our writer minds, can over take the author and we, essentially, report/record on what happens. Perhaps a short introduction to the story will help...


 

What happens when a sheltered cat-shifter and a dark fey come together?
Three-hundred years is a long time, but left to its own devices, what began as the vendetta of one man can grow to encompass even more formidable hatred.
Daitre Salons is a beautiful but naïve heiress whose true heritage has been kept secret even from her. Now, her abilities are emerging and her father’s enemies want her dead, but what bothers her most is that her new husband “in name only” insists on treating her like a child.

Joban Beaucoup, professional guard to the Salons family, and dark fey (alternate spelling from Vodouin origin), has chosen to leave the quaint yet suffocating French town of his orphan-childhood and venture to the Americas, but he needs one thing he cannot concoct, despite his magical abilities – a wife.

When Joban agrees to marry Daitre and take her to the Americas with him, he carries her three-thousand miles away, then whisks her three-hundred years into the future to assure her safety, but while Daitre struggles to adjust to this strange new world, manage her newfound powers, and make peace with her feelings for Joban, Joban learns that even here, their enemies have followed them, now more deadly than ever.
"I freaking LOVED it!" ~ Donna Reynolds

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Edmond Dantes from Alexander Dumas’ “The Count of Monte Cristo.”

What is your most treasured possession?
Referring to inanimate objects, my black baby grand Baldwin piano.

What is your greatest fear?
Displeasing God by not fulfilling my calling.

What is your greatest regret?
Leaving the perfect job so I could make more money by accepting an overly stressful, political job.

What is your favorite journey?
Pursuing a dream.

You are a huge animal rights advocate, so...Dogs or Cats? Which do you prefer and why? 
Love them both, but I’d have to say dogs. They’re more loyal and protective.

What do you most value in a friend?
Loyalty

What quality do you most admire in a woman/man/spouse?  
Genuine support of my dreams.

Besides writing, what other interests do you have?
Animals and animal rights, music, math.

Which are your three favorite books?
Hard to limit this to 3, but “The Count of Monte Cristo” by Alexander Dumas, “My Soul to Keep” by Tananarive Due, and Jacqueline Carey’s “Kushiel’s Legacy” series.

Where do you get your greatest ideas for writing?
Most of my ideas come from dreams, but lately I’ve also been inspired by pics and flashes in our Flasher Fridays group.

How do you like to work...Silence/Music/TV for background?
Paranormal or fantasy TV series for background – Love “Supernatural, Merlin, and Grimm, just to mention a few.

How can readers connect with and follow you online?
Home page: 

I also publish a daily newspaper featuring other authors’ work as well as my own.

What are your Top (10?) Writing Tips? Writing Advice?
1. Read as many books in your genre as possible 
2. Read books in related genres, i.e., mysteries, thrillers, etc. 
3. Figure out what works for you and develop a writing routine – time, location, inspirational aids 
4. Eke out time for online presence development and maintenance. You’ll be glad you did this when you release your books  Also helps you keep up with new trends in this ever-changing industry. 
5. Develop a marketing plan. Don’t just wait until you have a new release. Promote your backlist books, website, newsletter, and anything that will keep your name visible 
6. Always continue to develop your craft. Use online resources and classes for continuous education 
7. Develop and maintain genuine relationships with other writers and loyal readers. The support is priceless. 
8. Always seek the advice of beta readers 9. Indie life has its perks, but balance is best. 
9. Submit to online and traditional publishers, too. Once you’ve been published by someone other than yourself, it adds a level of credibility to your writing and your books. 10. Surround yourself with people who encourage and support you, but don’t expect them all to read your books ;-)

Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?
After “Dai’s Dark Valentine” is released on Valentine’s Day, I’ll take a week or so off, then continue working on “Dark Sentinels Book Three: Parrish.” It’s scheduled for release this summer, probably July. I also have a Christmas book I’m working on this year. It’s the first in a new series called “Orlosian Warriors.” These warriors are the descendants of Nephilim.



Daitre stepped into the bedroom bath and dashed cold water on her face to keep from crying, Auriel’s words running through her mind. The fear of being captured, poked and prodded by her father’s enemies haunted her.

She hit the light switch, stepping out of the bathroom with every intention of going straight to her bed for a much needed nap, but as she passed his make-shift bed, she couldn’t help stopping. Daitre sat, tentative at first, but the deafening silence in the room urged her on.

She lifted his pillow to her face and rested her cheek against it, his cinnamon and woods scent prompting her to inhale deeply, eyes closed. The mere scent of him triggered a reaction in her body, causing her to stretch, savoring the pleasant tingle zinging straight to her clit and flashing outward again, a delicious warmth infusing her body - arousal.

She dropped the pillow and jumped up, eyes wide. Joban stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable until his mouth covered hers.  She knew he’d used his time-bending ability because she hadn’t seen him move. One moment he watched her embarrassing display from the doorway, the next he was on her, his huge arms wrapped around her waist, lips claiming hers.

Her mind raced but her body responded on instinct, clinging to him, writhing to be free of every and anything separating her from him. As if he heard her plea, Joban released her long enough to respond in his usual dictatorial manner.

“Take these off.” He used his eyes to stress his meaning, stoking her fire with a head to toe gaze, stormy gray depths offering a glimpse of yet another side of him she longed to explore further.
"It is always a treat to read Dariel Raye's creations. Dai's Dark Valentine was even more of a treat. I loved Daitre and Joban's story. There is a family curse, dark revenge, treachery, time-bending, time-traveling, self-discovery and love. This was a very enchanting read for me and I look forward to more from Dariel Raye." ~ Deb Thomas

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"Truly impressed with the whimsical, successful way Dariel Raye has a way of captivating an audience and keeping one hooked!" ~ Alma Gonzalez

"If you are looking for the spark of meeting, the adventure of finding out dark secrets, the heat of first times, and a sweet ending, this one is for you!" 
~ Natalie Gibson

"There was really nothing I didn't like about this book. Five Stars!" ~ L. Vannae

"Brilliant, Sexy, Strong! I welcome this brilliant writer who knows and shows that inside out, people are just people and we are certainly all alike, dealing with very important common issues of pain, good and evil. This is a brilliant cultural transition book hidden in the mode of a light, popular young paranormal genre." ~ Student Writer


Dariel Raye writes powerful IR/MC (Interracial/Multi-cultural) paranormal romance and dark urban fantasy with alpha male heroes to die for, and strong heroines with hearts worth winning. Her stories tell of shifters, vamps, angels, demons, and fey (the Vodouin variety).

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Stranger Mine by Megan Mitcham ~ #BookBlitz @MeganMMMitcham

Stranger Mine
by
Megan Mitcham 
@MeganMMMitcham
(Base Branch #3) 
Publication date: October 1st 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense



One takes control. One finds balance in letting go.

Base Branch operative, Ryan Noble is accustomed to taking orders whether from his commander or his overbearing mother. His best friend urged him to take control of his life, but the only thing worse than an angry woman is a teary one. He has no desire to upset his mother’s fragile emotions. Losing his sister was hard enough, his mom couldn’t bear losing another child. Even if it is to the other side of D.C. It’s a damn good thing she doesn’t know what he does for a living.

On a routine mission to destroy a cargo free human trafficking facility and exterminate it’s operators, Ryan blows his extraction to rescue a woman he finds chained inside.
Piper Vega is caught between metal and a hard place. She needs information and it has taken far too long to cull it from her leads, also known as her captors. She finally has the facts she needs to complete her task, but it’ll take a miracle to set her free and see it achieved. Santo Padre knows she never expected her good favor to come in the form of a man.

Through intense battles of will, Ryan takes the reins of life in his sturdy grip while Piper discovers balance in loosening hers and both find unexpected love.



    “No dead bodies?” Piper arched a brow and made a show of peering around the chunky wood island and the table nestled in the breakfast nook. “I’m amazed.”
       “Keep on pushing me. I could add another.” Ryan deposited the first aid kit he’d snagged from the hallway bathroom and narrowed his gaze at her.
       “No, you couldn’t.”
       “Cocky aren’t you?”
       “Confident. You’re cocky.” She dropped her gaze to his crotch. Her head tilted and her thin lips pursed.
       “Here I was trying to be gentlemanly and discreet. You stomp all over tradition, don’t you?”
       “Meaning?”
       He crooked a finger at her. “Come here before you get angry and try breaking my nose again.”
       “You might want to check it. I see blood and a hump at the base.”
       “The hump is courtesy of the last guy who tried and succeeded. The blood will wash away.”
       “All of it?” Her lips formed a grim line. “Seems you have a penchant for taking lives.”
       “I have a duty. Now get over here,” he snapped.
       When she didn’t budge, he jangled the keys he’d confiscated from one of the dead men along the way. Piper curbed her urge to stomp her feet like an agitated bull. She settled for a huff, crossed the kitchen, and offered him her cuff.
       “You chose a male-dominated profession in one of the toughest precincts in the States. If you’re ever in distress, there’s no damsel in it. Just one pissed lady. You’ve probably never needed a man for anything. Not even to get you off. And you’d probably spit in any guy’s face who had the cajones to ask for your hand in marriage.”
       He was already too damn close to the mark, to her body. The thick pads of his fingers warmed her forearm, while his eyes warmed her everywhere else.
       “Who was dumb enough to hurt you? Father? Lover?”
       Piper snapped her jaw closed the moment she realized the damn thing dangled open like an anglerfish on the hunt. She snatched the keys from his blood-crusted hands and green-stained fingers. He let her retreat to the other side of the island without a word. She longed to turn away from his knowing gaze. The azure-blue orbs with their reflective, nearly white flecks saw too much and reflected back her flaws.
       Pinning the latch to the counter with her wrist and hip, Piper unlocked the crude accessory, removed her arm, and watched the heavy links tug from the shiny surface. It thwacked atop the pile. Freedom lightened her mood and body like the Lord above flipped a switch. Piper raised her chin.
       “No one has ever hurt me. Not a father or lover.
       “My dad was donor number 489760 from The Sperm Bank of California. I’ve never needed a man for anything. Neither did my mother, who raised three daughters on her own. I like men to get me off. I just don’t like them to hang around long after.”
       His head canted and his studying eyes shone bright, surrounded by the dull gray and green of combat paint. Piper mapped the contours of his face. His wide-muscled jaw. The depression of dimples below his high cheeks and the lickable one at the brunt of his chin. Lips thicker than her own. A gently sloping brow pinched in thought. And damn that smile. She’d only seen a flash of it and knew she couldn’t take any more.
       Sure, the stranger was crazy handsome, but something below the All-American exterior pulled her deep. A quiet pain hid behind his blinding smile. When he turned away and stepped to the sink, Piper released the breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding. He turned the water to steaming and went to work rolling the sleeves of his BDU’s. With copious amounts of soap he scrubbed the paint and life force of several men from his hands.
       But damn, she couldn’t rip her gaze from his forearms. Tanned skin stretched over fibrous cords of muscle stacked in a thick pile. A pathway of veins coursed over them and disappeared beneath his cuffed sleeve. Most surprising of all was the thatch of golden blond hair sprinkling the expanse. She hadn’t paid much attention to the hair slicked atop his head. Now she saw the blackness for what it was, black grease to hide the shine of his boyishly light hair.
       When he called her over with a tilt of his head she moved her ass, unprepared for another battle or to see those arms in action. The roller coaster of emotions over the last thirty minutes left her bone weary. As she cleared the island, her steps slowed and renewed energy coursed through her body. Saliva pooled in her mouth, better used exploring his body. The lips of her sex bloomed an invitation. The beat of her heart accelerated to the point of pain. Every gauge in her body blinked red. Warning. Danger. Run. Never before had she approached a man who saw through her as though she were his personal looking glass.
       He held a clean, tanned hand out for her injury. Her eyes riveted on thick scar tissue bisecting the girth of his palm. It splayed like a red spider, a lump at the center with fissures sprawling in nearly every direction. She found his gaze and stilled her hand inches from his.
       “It’s okay.”
       Piper didn’t know what he referred to, but the reassurance gave her the muster to move again. Before she could stop herself, the tips of her fingers skimmed the dune of pink marring his wide, callused hand. She slid along the scar until it ran over the edge and their palms met in an intimate handshake.
       The shock of contact reverberated around the room like the concussive waves of detonation. His Adam’s apple bobbed on a deep swallow, telling her he felt it too. The pad of his thumb danced over the back of her hand. Her nerve endings wept at the tenderness. The heat she could handle, but the care speared too close to the center of her heart.
       “I can’t…I can clean it myself,” she fumbled.
       He tugged her against his side. “You’re right handed and probably wouldn’t clean it well enough to stave off infection. It’d be a shame to lose your shooting hand.”
       “It hasn’t gotten infected yet.”
       “How long has it been like this?”
       “Two months. Give or take a couple of weeks.”
       The pack of weapons and ammo strapped to his torso gave a few inches of cushion. Still, the closeness pinged out her sensors, until he put her wrist under the water. The irritating sting she’d lived with over the course of her captivity was a gnat bite compared to this rattlesnake strike. Her eyes watered of their own volition. She tried to blink the tears away, but the bastards rolled down her cheek. 

       “How’d you manage to keep it clean for so long?”
       “Gabrone took care of me.”
       “I’ll bet he did.” The words growled from his throat.
       “Not like that. He had a weird fixation and wanted me willingly. He didn’t want anyone else to have me either. It worked to my advantage.”
       “What’s an LA cop doing in the middle of a Mexican cartel’s human trafficking ring?” The slanted gaze he flashed over his shoulder ruffled her already disheveled feathers.
       “I’m not dirty, if that’s what your expression implies.”
       Ryan placed her raw wrist back under the flowing water and scrubbed.
       “Son of a puta. Que te den.” She screamed the insults and clamped onto the thick base of his bicep with her free hand.
       “If you keep talking like that, when I’m done here I’ll have to scrub your mouth out.”
       Piper clamped her lips between her teeth and howled at the ceiling. When she ran out of breath she refueled. “Sadomasochist.”
       “I take no pleasure in your pain. Or my own.” His gaze found hers then dropped to his arm where her nails bit into his skin. “You know, the absence of something, a father, a lover, doesn’t mean it can’t hurt you.”
       Piper struggled at his gut-twisting words, pushing against the hulking rounds of his shoulders with all her might. His hands twisted in her hair and firmed on her arm in a latch similar to that of a mating lion. Her nipples peaked beneath the fabric of her cotton tank, and she hated her traitorous body as much as the man inciting the reaction.

       “Shhh,” he crooned.


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Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels.

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