December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas!

Wishing you a wonderful Christmas
and a mythic new year!

Whether you have a warm sandy beach...

Or a HOT turtledove...

may you always find happiness
and be surrounded by love.
I'll see you back here on New Year's Day!
photos: (c) creative commons

December 14, 2012

A Mythic Christmas

Welcome to the Holiday Gifts of Love blog hop!


I’m offering a $20 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter today. You must leave your email address and answer the question, not just copy and paste (sorry). Gotta weed out the weenies.

The best Christmas present I ever got was my first horse. Old Polka-dots carried me more miles than I deserved, and then some. She was the ugliest brown thing with a big black dot on her butt, but she introduced me to a world of horses. 

And that’s where my mythic world of Centaurs was born!

Remedy Maker
Book One in the Centaur Series
(today only $3.99 - normally $7.99)
Rhycious' eyes locked on his latest discovery, his mouth hung slack. "My gods, Patience. You're so—" His words broke off and his mouth came down on her breast. His warm lips took a distended point deep into his mouth. The heat and sucking motion moved in time to the fingers pushing insistently between her legs. Her legs spread wide by his big body; he had total access to her. She almost cried from the want of him.

"Oh my gods!" Pressure gathered deep inside. Patience curled her hands on his shoulders, then in his hair. Both pushing him away and pulling him tighter to her. He plunged his fingers in and out, rubbing the lust-laden juice over her clit, murmuring to her in a language she didn't understand. Moving his lips back to her mouth, he thrust his tongue deep and worked his magic massage faster.

 "Come for me, baby….let it go." His breath rasped in her ear, his heart pounded against her side. "Let me feel you fall apart on my hand."

With a firm push, Rhycious thrust his fingers deep inside her.


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Le’ Question:  What’s the best present you ever received for Christmas?

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December 7, 2012

Friday Flames: May your season be scorching and bright

At this time of year, I have many to thank for the blessings of 2012. I can’t possibly name you all, so I apologize and bear with me:

My husband, to whom I owe everything. You’ve been my rock and inspiration, passion and heat. I love you.

Paranormal Romance author, Brenda Dyer:  (website) With your sharp eyes, shit-kicking boots, and ability to motivate via Skype, you helped make 2012 awesome. Thank you, hoser!

Romantic Western Suspense author, D’Ann Lindun: (websiteYee-haw! 2012 brought many things, didn’t it? All of them treasures, and I treasure you.

Upcoming  Inspirational Romantic Suspense / YA Paranormal author, Martha Ramirez: (websiteBlessings come in many ways. Sometimes the message is through a crit. Hugs!

Zoe:  Woof Bark Bark! Without your distraction to kill kill kill, my fight scenes would fall flat. Now go find something to mutilate.

Erotic Romance author, Leanore Elliott: (website)  You’re a rare commodity in my world. Selfless, giving, and have the iron will of a pit bull who’ll never give up! Thank you.

Up and coming Historical Romance author, Melissa Limoges: (websiteFluff or badass, filler or awesomesauce, you’ve given me giggles when I needed to laugh. Thank you. *Air hug*


Please leave your excerpt, buy links, website, and any comments you want.  
Friday Flames is here FOR YOU to showcase your talent and sweat equity.

And now…for my excerpt:

From my Work In Progress titled TROLL-Y YOURS, book two of the Centaur series:

Aleksander lifted his head to brush his lips against hers, gently licking her lips, teasing the corners, nipping lightly on her full lower one. Her lips fascinated him with their sensuous swell, and he learned he loved to kiss and taste them. Nip at them. Lose hours just making love to her mouth. 

Ella parted her lips and he pounced on the perfect moment by slipping his tongue to find the hot slickness of the interior. The hesitant touch of her tongue against his, sent arrows of heat spearing through him. The strike went straight to his throbbing cock and aching balls.

Slow, dipshit. Slow down. He had one opportunity to show her how much he wanted her. How he felt about her—royal duties be damned.