Wednesday, 20 June 2018

#MidWeekTease A Pair of Eyes

Welcome to #MidWeekTease, the place and time I and other authors offer up a taste of one of our published works or works in progress. This week, I'm sharing from a work on hold. This MS has been sitting in my "trash" folder waiting for something to resurrect it. I may have found that. We'll see. For now, let me know what you think.

Ben clapped my shoulder. “Dude! You have a date with a pair of eyes. How trippy is that? Bet she doesn’t eat or drink anything.”
She didn’t, of course. She couldn’t lower the veil in public, but she did order me a coffee that could double as a wood stain. She also introduced herself and her friends.
“I am Dina. Fathima, my mother. Leila, my aunt.” She gestured to each.
“I’m Dustin,” I reminded her. I fiddled with my ball cap, making my light brown hair even messier. I pulled the brim lower and focused on Dina again.
“Your English is very good.”
“I had a tutor,” she explained. “Mother wanted me educated, and Father loves Mother.” She grinned at Fathima. The only part of the grin I could see was the crinkling of her eyes and a lifting of her veil with her cheeks, but I knew what it was.
“Dina,” I said, stretching my hand across the small table. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she put her hand in mine.
Fascinated, I ran my fingers over the back of her hand, the darker creases in the light brown skin. Then I turned it over and traced the lines of her palm.
Her aunt said something in Farsi that made Fathima laugh but Dina only twitched her fingers.
“What do I do next?” I asked. “How do we...?” I closed my hand around hers and pulled it toward me. I kissed the back of her hand before letting it go.
“You approach my father, ask for my hand.”
“Married?” I asked, shocked. “But you don’t even know me.”
“I watch,” she said. “You are a good man, fair.” Leila said something else and Dina nodded. “I won’t know my husband so well. Father will choose.”
My stomach twisted at that thought.
“Meet me again? Once or twice more? We don’t marry so quickly in America.”
Dina nodded. She toyed with a napkin while we chatted in somewhat broken English. She told me about her brother, her younger sister, both were home with her grandmother. I told her about my sister and niece back in Idaho. I hoped she would start instructing me on how to approach her father.
“When to meet next?” she asked. “Father is difficult. It will take time.”
I nodded. “I’m off again in three days.”
Dina moved my cup, sliding the napkin beneath it. Then she excused herself and left with her aunt and mother. I was pulling out money to pay when I noticed a black mark on the paper napkin. Lifting the cup, I saw writing. Trying not to draw attention, I balled it in my fist, dropped the money on the table and pushed the note into my pocket.
“You do this right,” the man said as he cleaned away the cash. “That right way.” He shook his finger in the direction of Dina.
I smiled and nodded. With luck, I wouldn’t make any major mistakes. I’d seen what the men here did to their women. Made me want to kill most of them. Dina’s father didn’t seem to fit that mold, based on what I’d seen. She was free to come and go and never showed any sign of abuse.
I didn’t pull the napkin out again until I was safely in the compound. Dina had been so careful to conceal it, that I didn’t want anyone knowing about it.
I meet you at hopsital tomorrow after dark.
The words blurred as my hand shook. She wanted to meet me, secretly.

Worth pursuing? I really need someone to help me with the research. If you are muslim, or close to a muslim that might be able to help, please let me know!

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Friday, 15 June 2018

Don't miss your chance to get two boxed sets for #free! #OUATT and #CIH2 #medical #fairytale #romance #boxedset #erotic



Two Brand New Titles from Angelica Dawson


A retelling of Swan Lake, Love is truly for the birds when  Anna and Odette are shifted into feathered friends.

From Coming in Hot, Destiny is Dr. Edgerton's admin assistant by day, but she will dominate him at night!




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Wednesday, 13 June 2018

#MidWeekTease The Beginning #BlueMoonHouse #lesbian #paranormal #vampire

Hello! I know, I've been gone a while, and I might disappear again for a few weeks over the summer, but I'll try not to let things go so long. Just before my hiatus, I had released the eighth and final book (or first book?) in the Blue Moon House series. The Beginning is the story of Sophia, matriarch of Blue Moon House. Here is an excerpt from her humble beginning. It is available on Kindle, Kobo, Nook and Ibooks.

“I’m going to ruin it.” Louise brushed at a smudge of soot from where she had bent to tend the fire.
“Only if you keep doing the work that should be mine.” Sophia let her fingers brush Louise’s skin around the collar of her chemise and along her leg as she rolled down her stockings.
“It just seems odd, to be doing so little with my day. How do other ladies do it?” She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve.
“You need to use your skills in a new way. Stitching becomes embroidery, gardening becomes flower arrangement, and cooking becomes pastry design. You will find your way.”
Louise shook her head. “Never. I’m not like Nicole or Claudette. I can’t be as dainty as they are.”
She sat on the bed beside her new friend. “You are just as dainty as they are, and more lovely besides.”
Pink rose in Louise’s cheeks, unaccustomed to compliments. “No.”
Sophia took hold of her chin and turned her. “You are lovelier to me.” Then she took the plunge. Leaning forward, close enough for their breasts to touch. She held there, expecting Louise to retreat.
Instead Louise smiled and covered Sophia’s hand with her own. “I’m so glad you came, glad you stayed. If only we could pay you properly.”
“There is something I desire that you could provide.” She lunged in, kissing the other woman.
Louise pulled back, brows raised. “Really? That’s what you want?” She closed her eyes and sighed. “I can do that.”
Sophia’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t dreamed it would be so easy to coax her. Sealing her lips to Louise’s, she drank in the human scent, longing for blood as well. Resisting those instincts, she went slowly, trailing her fingers over breast and hip.
“Lie down.”
Louise’s eyes widened and she froze in place.
“Trust me.” Sophia knelt to gather up the other woman’s chemise, inching it toward her head.
When Louise still didn’t move, Sophia returned to her knees, kissing one leg and then the other.
“Oh, oh, God.” Louise’s fingers gripped Sophia’s hair. The vampire paused but was neither pushed away nor pulled closer. After a moment, Sophia continued toward her goal, just visible behind the curly hair framing it.

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Friday, 25 May 2018

Free! Today and tomorrow only! Book 1 in the Ghosts of Salem series #witches #salem #newadult



The phantom touch of a ghost can be cold or HOT. 
The first in the Ghosts of Salem series by Angelica Dawson.


Summer froze, her trowel still an inch above the bed. “How did you get out here?” she asked the air. There was no mistaking that presence. She still didn’t know who he had been, but after a month it seemed obvious to her that he was masculine. Something in his bearing, which she couldn’t see, and his stature gave the impression he was taller than her.
There was no answer, but a breeze rustled the leaves and the ghost sat next to her on the ledge.
“I refuse to be put off by you. You can haunt the house all you like. I’m not going anywhere. This is my family’s house. Who are you to haunt it anyway?”
It occurred to her that he might be a distant ancestor. Aunt Marge said no one had reported the house as haunted and that there was no record of a death in the house. Even Mary, tried as a witch, died in the square, not the house.
The ghost didn’t answer, but he did leave, not before touching her arm and making her shiver. Upstairs, washing the soil off her hands, he returned. It had become less oppressive all the time, and she was actually getting used to him, dammit.
She had the sense he was looking at her in the mirror. It felt like hands slipped around her waist, and she tipped her head to the side. Goosebumps flooded her skin and she could have sworn he kissed her neck. Shuddering, she leaned forward, gripping her vanity.
“Whoa. I don’t think I’m ready for a frisky ghost. Tell you what, you don’t do that again and I won’t try to push you away.”
There was no way of gauging his response, but he didn’t grab her again. Instead he brushed her hand, something she thought she could get used to in time. 


Wednesday, 16 May 2018

#TheCulling is Officially Live. The next tale of horror from @sianbclaven #KU #kindleunlimited #kindlebooks #horror #Demons #Possession


Twenty Elders came to their rescue.
Twenty cities across the world were established.
Twenty cities across the world were safe.
Twenty cities middle children went to Nirvana.
In a world enveloped in darkness, where demons surround every inch of the globe. Twenty safe
Zones have been set up and are protected by the Lord, and his Elders. Each year on Zone sends
out their next generation of Middle Born Children to reach Nirvana and spend the rest of their
lives with the Lord.

Only once outside the Zone, they are left to wonder if faith alone is enough to protect them from
the darkness of the world.

When your only hope could also be your eternal damnation.The Culling by Sian B. Claven is now live!

"Another masterpiece by this brilliant author; such a wicked sense of humour.
The Culling is a great piece that shares the horror of human nature at its best (or worst); with the signature plot twist her fans have come to love and expect in her written work; Sian B. Claven delivers again.
This one is not for the easily offended but great for those that expect Human Nature to be what it is.
The writing style continues to improve with every offering from Sian B. Claven; I can't wait for what she brings us next."
-Jackie Knott


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#MeetTheAuthor
Hailing from Johannesburg South Africa, Sian B. Claven has enjoyed stories for all her life,
whether she was writing them or making them.
She has written for as long as she can remember, but Ensnared is the first book she decided to
publish. Moving towards writing more for the horror / paranormal thriller genre, Sian has
subsequently published the first two books in The Butcher Books Series - Tatum and Kallista.
When Sian isn't thinking of ways to terrify people, she enjoys writing science fiction stories,
poetry and rather long and gushy birthday wishes.

When she isn't working on her writing you can find her knitting,s scrapbooking, reading, or playing Xbox. Sian prevoiusly reviewed for The Blithering Bibliomaniacs and still reviews in
her private capacity. She clear doesn't know what the words rest and relaxation mean, at least not in the traditional sense.
You can STALK her here:

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#MidWeekTease The Beginning #BDSM #paranormal #vampire #NewRelease

Yesterday, the last/first book in the Blue Moon House series released! It's the last, in that it is the eighth book released, but it's the first because it is the oldest story in series and where it all began. I'm happy to share an excerpt today for my #MidWeekTease. If you want to purchase your copy, they can be found on Amazon, Ibooks, Nook, and Kobo.

Fire seared her neck, inside and out. Screaming, her voice scraped her throat raw. Teeth bit into her, tearing her skin below the ear. Reflexively, Sophia punched the woman in breast. Her mouth opened in response and Sophia used the moment to get a knee between them and push her away.
“I don’t know who you are, but Leo came to me, not I him. If you are jealous, your quarrel is with him.”
From behind her, Leo called, “She won’t quit, Sophia. You have to stop her.”
True to his words, the crazed woman with fiery brown eyes, eyes like Leo’s, lunged for her again. Sophia jumped toward her as well, spinning to knock them both to the cobbled street. The noise should have brought someone, but so late at night, anyone listening would assume it was something they didn’t want to get involved in.
Wrestling herself atop the woman, Sophia pinned her arms to her sides and punched her face. She threw Sophia off her and sent her tumbling. She managed to get to her back and her hands up to block the attacker. Once more, she set her sights on Sophia throat. This time, Sophia reacted with the same, getting her teeth in first. She ripped at the woman’s throat, tearing into the flesh.
“Yes, Sophia. Just like that.” Leo continued to call, but she ignored him, latching on and allowing her mouth to fill with the woman’s strange blood. It tasted wrong, almost sweet. As it reached the back of her tongue she swallowed, not willing to break the hold she’d gotten.
The woman was strong, far stronger than Sophia, but she grew weaker as the blood left her. Not willing to risk another attack, Sophia drank until the other woman went limp.
Swaying, she stood slowly, hand to her head. Everything swam in her vision and she stumbled.
Leo came and scooped her up. “That’s my girl.”
The darkness filled with sparks of light. She couldn’t breathe. Her lungs were full, but it didn’t stop the urge to inhale or the frustration of not being able. Thrashing in Leo’s arms, she gasped, trying to get some sip of air.
Leo, always so strong, held her through her struggle. “Yes, I know, it hurts. It will end soon. I love you, Sophia.”
That was the last she heard before death claimed her.

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Tuesday, 15 May 2018

New Release - Blue Moon House 8: The Beginning #BlueMoonHouse #BDSM #vampire #paranormal #cinderella #erotica #dark

The 8th Blue Moon House Prequel 
Available now!
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Find out how each of the characters became a member. 
Read the trials and tribulations, the kinky sexual acts, 
and wickedly wonderful ways required for entry. 
Discover what the big secret is all about. 

What would you do to find a family after yours was burned to ash?

Sophia is on the run. A newly reborn vampire, she finds herself alone after an attack on her home. Running across Europe, she seeks a place to hide, and eventually, a place to fit in. She happens upon three adult sisters, orphaned and down on luck. If she can help them succeed, she might find her own success as well.

How much pain could you stand to help a friend?

Don't miss each new book by Angelica Dawson as she takes you back to where it all began... 

Where does a vampire really fit, anyway?
Ready for a scorching excerpt? 
Arriving at Stephan’s tiny home, Sophia was relieved to find he, at least, was what she had taken him for, a young man starting off on his own. He released her arm to take her hand and pull her inside. She pretended to stumble and fall into him. He quickly put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her.
His hands didn’t move, but Luke’s did, sliding over her skirt and slowly hiking it up. His rough fingertips seemed to burn as they slid up her leg. He pressed into her from behind, pinning her between himself and Stephan.
Stephan broke the kiss just long enough to say. “You will stop us—”
“Don’t stop,” Sophia gasped, pulling Stephan’s face to her bosom. Luke worked her skirt up and his trousers down. She felt him hard between her buttocks and she rocked into him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, “and so wet.”
She kissed the top of Stephan’s head and then his ear, nipping it with her sharp teeth to open a small gash that she sucked until it closed. Before it did, the men had manipulated her and her clothing to their advantage, the loose laces of her dress opening for her breasts in front. Stephan held one, his thumb brushing her nipple, while he suckled the other.
Luke wasted no time penetrating her and his thrusts made her breasts bob in Stephan’s hand and face. Her breasts were aflame at the light brushing of his fingertips and lips and she started to squeeze Luke inside her.
Stephan moved his hands lower, taking up her dress where it was bunched and pulling it off entirely. Luke reluctantly let go long enough to remove the garment. Sophia dropped to her feet and then knees, taking Luke in her hand and grabbing for Stephan as soon as he freed himself. She sucked one cock while stroking the other, switching often and reveling in the sounds each man made. 
Her own need grew as each man approached his own climax. Luke pulled her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust into her roughly. Her head fell back in ecstasy as he filled her. Stephan’s arm wrapped around under her arms and over her breasts. Her head came to rest on his shoulder as Luke drove his cock in and out of her at a fever pitch. He wouldn’t last long, despite how desperately she wanted him to continue all night.
Stephan kissed and licked along her neck and she closed her eyes, turning her head to put her nose into his hair, under his ear. His cock left a hot sticky trail along her lower back and she knew in a few moments it would be his turn to fill her.


Angelica Dawson, USA Today best selling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards -- mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.




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