Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Book Spotlight on In the Eye of the Wind by Katherine Wyvern #mmromance #fantasy @KatherineWyvern @evernightpub


Dear Elyzabeth, thank you very much for hosting me and my latest creature!

In the Eye of the Wind is a spin off from my 2014 novel Spellbreakers, which is set in a vaguely Europe-like fantasy world. Spellbreakers was the journey of a human girl, Leal, who travelled north to live with elvers (a vaguely elvish race). In the Eye of the Wind is the tale of an elver boy, Rikko’, who travels south to live with humans. 

It is always a bit of a question mark when writing fantasy how to incorporate magic into the tale. Is there magic? How much magic? How widespread? How mysterious to the inhabitants of this universe? Personally I always liked stories where magic is something wondrous and not necessarily available to the main characters, and while Rikko’ comes from the still magical north (and carries more than a little magic within himself, not quite by choice), his Escarran counterpart in the story comes from a place where magic is only a legend. Gael is in fact a scientist, in his own way, and it was intriguing to put these two different views of the world side by side, and watch them coming to terms with each other.

Blurb:

Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate.

Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.

And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test.

Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side.

From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?




Excerpt:

“Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off Gael’s shoulder with one hand. He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself. She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both tumbled down together, kissing.
Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable.
Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this need…
But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose.
“Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently, slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to breathe, licking Rikko’s lips.
Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure, but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that beautiful, taut little butt.
“Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips.
“C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet.
Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You too.”
He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a lot. It just got in the way.
Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal, full-grown but still uncertain of his body.
Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’ smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a feel, a bit of foreplay.
He tugged at the lovely taut cock once.
Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’ found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it.
He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.
“Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he could only laugh. I just barely touched him!
“Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally, still laughing. “I’m drowned!”
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic, “oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…”
Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him back in bed.
“Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known. Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing.


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BIO:
I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime makes me a cougar, ahem.
Almost all my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts... Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next.
I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people.
Like the Highlander I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.
I have been writing since I can remember.

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Thursday, January 24, 2019

Book Spotlight on The Song Bird by Beth D. Carter #menage #historicalromance @BethDCarter @evernightpub


The Song Bird – Promo Package #2

1. Why did you choose to write ménage? What intrigues you about this particular genre?

I love writing about the dynamics between two men learning to share a woman. Some stories jump right into a ménage but I think it's more fascinating for the men to grow into the love and all the sidesteps they have to take to reach a HEA.

2. Tell us about your latest ménage, The Song Bird: what’s it all about? Where did you find the inspiration?

I got the inspiration for this story after a vacation in San Francisco. Set a few years after the gold rush of 1849, in San Francisco when the city grew too fast for the local law enforcement to keep the peace, many citizens decided to take matters into their own hands. The largest vigilante group grew and the end result was the hanging of eight men.

3. In your opinion, what makes a good ménage novel?

Believability.  Living in a ménage relationship is hard work so there has to be a dance of some kind to figure out how it all works.  Human flaws have to be worked in and resolved in an organic way. You can’t have insta-love and a HEA without breaking something along the way. Know what I mean?

14. Tell us about your future projects.
I have two books in my publisher’s hands, waiting on a yea or nay verdict. One is a time travel where the hero travels back to 1927, told from his POV, and the other is a short story about a hired bodyguard. Fingers crossed!


Blurb:
Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister.  All she has is a letter explaining she’s in terrible trouble and that she’s been working as an upstairs girl in a club owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock.

When she arrives at the club, the only way she can get to talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates them by her beautiful operatic voice.  But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes, rousing her suspicions.

Her arrival at the club seems to set off a chain of events filled with danger.  As she searches further for her sister, she unleashes the wrath of a madman bent of revenge, threatening to destroy everything and everyone she’s come to love.


Excerpt:

“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her lips, “then show me.”
Confusion clouded their eyes.
“What do you mean?” Eli asked.
“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him. Convince me the emotion is real.”
The bedroom was suddenly filled with heart-pounding tension. Eli’s body hardened, the muscle of his jaw tightening. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded her warily.
“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked softly.
“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you, then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.
That must have been the right thing to say because in the next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising kiss.
Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other as if they couldn’t get close enough.
Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking. Clothes started to shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion. Avilon watched them. Her heart pounded, and her blood boiled. She felt her feminine folds become slick as their hands traced over sleek muscles and tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.
Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding on to Eli’s hips as the bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him up and down again and again.
Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within its brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”


Author Info:

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.  I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:



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Sunday, January 20, 2019

He's also a shifter ~ #Weekendwritingwarriors and #sexysnippets from Entwined #BDSM #paranormal #ComingSoon

Happy Sunday!

If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram you might have seen the devastating news that friend and author Doris O'Connor lost her battle to cancer.

Last weekend was emotionally tough and I couldn't find the heart to be online.



Today I'm back and sharing a snippet from my story Entwined, which is part of the Passion, Pleasure, Pain Anthology we were writing for Doris, and are now carrying forward for her family.




If anyone would like to support the antho, we are looking for bloggers for a release blitz. The link to sign up is at the bottom of the post. Thanks!

Hugs all around,
Elyzabeth



*Some creative punctuation has taken place to adjust to guidelines 

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“I don’t know him personally, but I’ve heard about him from Max, the guy I was scening with last month, remember? Apparently, Mason Murphy is co-owner of the club. He only comes once a month and sorry to tell you this, girl, but he has a different flavor every time. No one ever sees him with the same woman twice.”
Mallory sighed, the cramp in her stomach surprisingly sharp. 
“It’s to be expected, isn’t it? A guy like him.” She shrugged. “He can get anyone he wants.”
“Yeah, but there’s more because apparently, he’s also a shifter.”

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💜~~~COMING FEB 14, 2019!~~~💜

Passion, Pleasure, Pain: An anthology of Dominance and submission

Keywords: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Dominance Submission D/s, MF, MM, Gay, Historical, Voyeurism, Spanking, Apparatus, Bondage, Interracial, Older hero/heroine, Transgender, Futanari, May/December, Addiction, Dark, MMF, Political romance, Political fiction, Governor Trilogy, Ménage, Shifters

You Belong to Me by Lynn Burke
Alabaster by Kastil Eavenshade
Risqué by London Saint James
Back on Top – A Wylde Shore Novella by Jan Graham
Hell’s Mercy by Katherine Wyvern
Deb by Name, Sub by Nature by Raven McAllan
Once Upon a Time by Erin Leaf
Shade Addiction by Lea Bronsen
Yes, Governor by Lesli Richardson
Entwined by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Burn by DC Stone
Claimed by a Stranger R Brennan

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