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Anya’s Dragons

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 Anya must choose between not believing in folktales and the actual giants who have taken her under their wings.

A peaceful world becomes the target for alien treasure seekers who kill all the inhabitants of the castle in their bid to find the hidden object. They are successful in wiping out all the occupants…almost.

Running through the forest, Anya doesn’t bother to look back. Her family and friends are dead and those who did the deed are coming after her next. An exhausted night’s sleep ends in a shocked waking when she finds herself surrounded by strangers.

In the caves of the dragons Anya is pressed into service of the two males who rescued her, and they find it hard to keep control of their instincts when impulse seems far more attractive.

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If you liked Fifty Shades of Grey, you may like Inviting the Devil

Was it normal for a fashion designer to ask a new model to strip so he could inspect her from head to toe to get a feel for her shape, size and sensitivities?

Bumping into her boss, causing her portfolio to fall and the drawings she’d secretly worked on during her breaks to scatter was accidental. But oh, what a welcome accident. Danea’s career dreams are realized when the man she’s drooled over and fantasized about for two years while working in administration wants to see all her sketches.

Not only does Kalem Ostarizo, the world’s top fashion designer, hire her for his design team, but wants her to model for House of Ostarizo. Danea happily signs a one-year contract for each position but is shocked when she finds out the obedience clause she agreed to involves more than just obeying the rules.

 

EXCERPT:

 

“Meet me in front of the building at noon. I hope you like the bistro around the corner. It’s my favorite. I’ll instruct my assistant to add you to my design group. Your work hours will be very flexible. I don’t mind if you work at home at times.”

“Really?” I stood, assuming he was dismissing me. His next question surprised me.

“Yes. Tell me, have you ever modeled?”

“No.”

“Please walk to the door and back? Take off your jacket, please.”

Nervous, I did as he told me. I put my purse back on the chair, hung my jacket on the back of it and walked to the door then back. I tried desperately to maintain my composure and not wobble on the spiked heels. Keeping my gaze glued to the floor, I felt his dark gaze on me while I strolled as casually as I could back to his desk.

“Undo the buttons of your blouse,” he ordered.

Okay, this is going a bit too far. “Why?”

“Lesson number one—never ever, question an order from me. I’ll answer you this time because you seem nervous. You’re too frigid, too tense, and hold your head up when you walk. Please do as I tell you?”

I tried to stop my fingers from trembling as I undid the buttons. I didn’t have a bra on—didn’t have the need of one. My breasts were firm, perky, and required no support.

“Pull the blouse out of your skirt.”

My breath caught in my throat as I obeyed his orders. My blouse flapped loose, both front panels barely covering my nipples.

“Walk to the door again and walk back to me. Imagine you’re a model and you’re displaying the latest Ostarizo outfit.”

I walked to the doors, did a turnabout and walked back toward him. I tried not to think about my blouse, about the flapping sides. I felt the cool air touch my nipples and knew they were exposed. I kept my eyes glued to the floor as I continued to walk.

“Look at me!” he thundered.

Startled, I raised my head and gazed into his eyes. My knees shook and felt about to liquefy into jelly. M my teeth chattered, but I continued to walk.

“Beautiful. You’ll not only design for me, but you’ll model for me as well.”

He came around from behind his desk, walked toward me and lifted my chin with his long, tapered fingers. “You’re a beautiful woman, Ms. Fitzgerald. Welcome to my team. I’ll give my assistant the necessary instructions and will expect you here tomorrow morning at nine sharp. You’ll start with a crash course in modeling. Leave your portfolio with me. I’d like to study all of your drawings at my leisure.”

His fingers left a burning imprint on my face. Flustered, I buttoned my blouse, hiding my exposed breasts, and tucked it back into the skirt. I realized he must have seen every inch of my breasts and my very hard nipples. The crotch of my panties was soaked, my clit throbbed like crazy, my nether lips felt swollen and tingly hot. A stream of electricity coursed through my body, my heart beat like a drum. I retrieved my jacket from the chair and quickly slipped it on.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Ms. Fitzgerald.”

Tirzah’s Allure

Now available from eXtasy Books, Tirzah’s Allure.

Romance, Menage a Trois, paranormal, shapeshifter, fantasy.

46800 words

$4.99

Tirzah’s disobedience leads her to civilization and the man she dared not dream of.

Tirzah disobeys the rules of her tribe and ventures beyond the boundary into the forbidden zone convinced there has to be a more advanced species on the planet. Traveling mainly as her cat shape, she not only finds civilization, but also the man she believes to be her soul mate. His feline form is a black cat. How will her white furred tribe react to him?

Cain thinks he’s the only cat shifter on Earth until he scents another. To his astonishment, she’s a white cat and she speaks a very strange language. Will nature override social barriers and how can he get her out of his heart and into his arms?

New book on Sept 15th

Coming to eXtasy Books on September 15th, a shapeshifter romance, menage a trois, science fiction/fantasy, interracial. I haven’t posted for a while because I’ve been busy writing. There is more in the hopper, but I’ll only post about this book for now as it’s almost due out at http://www.extasybooks.com

Tirzah’s disobedience leads her to civilization and the man she dared not dream of.

Tirzah disobeys the rules of her tribe and ventures beyond the boundary into the forbidden zone convinced there has to be a more advanced species on the planet. Traveling mainly as her cat shape, she not only finds civilization, but also the man she believes to be her soul mate. His feline form is a black cat. How will her white furred tribe react to him?

Cain thinks he’s the only cat shifter on Earth until he scents another. To his astonishment, she’s a white cat and she speaks a very strange language. Will nature override social barriers and how can he get her out of his heart and into his arms?

Toxic Haven

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Toxic Haven

Warning: This book contains adult content, menage a trois.

Haven Drew is about to blow the whistle on a genetically damaging by-product of the Dahkhar Mining Corporation when she is thrust from her safe white-collar life into the mine itself.

Her analytical skills are used by the very corporation she wanted to expose. Lives are placed in her hands and in front of her guns, daily. Trapped in a vortex of rage and shame, she’s confronted by two familiar faces housed in her cell. Josias and Isan had been investigating the disappearance of personnel at the Corporation headquarters when they were relieved of their duties and assigned to positions in the mine.

It might not be love at first sight, but biology is powerful and with her mates at her side, there’s nothing they can’t do. Risking life and limb isn’t an ideal honeymoon, but they manage to work together toward their goal of launching themselves into space and to a colony infected by disaster. How romantic can you get?

Project K is now available at eXtasy Books. Click here.

Can Kate forgive Brad’s betrayal?

Kate is a research scientist who has perfected the cloning technique. She feels the government abuses her research and decides to end her career. Professor McLaughlin wants to clone Kate desperately so that he will have someone to carry on her research, but Kate refuses. Not even her husband Brad can convince her that he wants a child badly and that cloning isn’t such a bad idea. Brad’s longing for a child overpowers his sense of right and wrong and when McLaughlin offers a solution, he agrees to cooperate.

 

Fantastic Review!

A NIGHT OWL REVIEWS BOOK REVIEW | Reviewed by: Angibabi4

The fourth installment of the Royal Vampires series was terrific. It picked up right where the third one left off. I have enjoyed every one of these books as they have come out and cannot wait for the next one.

We begin as Josh and Katrina get ready for their wedding. Both are excited and nervous at the prospect of their upcoming marriage, but they are also worried that Paul has something nasty waiting for them that will ruin the day. Both Josh and Katrina know that something is going to happen at the reception. Paul has teamed up with Pollurn, a particularly nasty and power hungry wizard.

The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch and it’s on to the reception. Katrina is able to feel and disarm the hex on their wedding cake with no one the wiser. Both Katrina and Josh know this is only the beginning. Paul will stop at nothing to remove Josh from the throne. Can the combined powers of Josh and Katrina prevent Paul from following through with his plans? Only time will tell, so buckle up and enjoy the ride.

This is a not to miss series. 5 Stars!

This series is available at http://www.extasybooks.com, Amazon Kindle and various other online sellers.

Netherworld

Netherworld, Book 9 of the Samsara Chronicles

Directed by one of their Earthly guides, Aislinn and Dylan venture to the Overlap, an ancient castle situated within a temporal rift where they discover the nature of Shakan’s treachery.

Seeking answers regarding the kidnapping of her parents, Aislinn and Dylan follow one of their Earthly guides to the mysterious Overlap, a temporal rift situated within an ancient castle. There they experience past events that reveal the nature of the rival Nirvanan bloodlines as well as the identity of the traitor in league with the Klatrians.

EXCERPT:

She felt a fleeting caress against her cheek and stopped. Turning slightly, she felt it again, though this time stronger. The draft ruffled her hair, the musty odor reminiscent of the gush of stale air expelled by the arrival of a subway train. She felt the skull glow through the cloth. Her stomach tightened in anticipation. “Dylan—”

She had barely grabbed his hand when the vortex exploded through a barred door like a cannon shot, its resonance a banshee scream. Swept off their feet, Aislinn desperately clutched the skull while Dylan struggled to keep a grip on her. They slid along the cold stone. Ahead, Dylan spotted the recessed niche to yet another barred door and half scooted, half crawled toward it. Pressed close to him, Aislinn glanced behind and gasped as an infernal glow oozed from the open doorway. The malevolence emanating from it reminded her of the entity that had first terrorized her in her apartment on Earth. A nauseating stench of scorched rubber filled the air.

“My God, what is that?” Dylan cried, cradling Aislinn against his chest.

Strands of loosened hair whipped around her face and almost dislodged her tiara. She slipped the skull from the sling, gripped it and focused on the vortex. Her ring sparkled like a Roman candle. Reveling in its freedom, the vortex churned, writhed and ricocheted off the walls in a bizarre dance of exaltation. The walls trembled from the force, the doors rattled in sympathy. Pushing the din from her mind, Aislinn felt her fingers merge with the skull, the energy forming a bond with her ring. It flared, crackled and fanned out, immersing the shadowy ruins in immaculate white light.

“Get out!” she cried. “Return to the dimension that spawned you. You have no power here.” Defiantly, she rose into the buffeting wind and raised the skull.

Dylan reached to stop her but she stepped away from his grasp. He pressed himself into the door niche and shielded his eyes from the skull’s almost solar glow.

“You’re nothing,” she continued. “Merely a shadow of the past and the hatred that nurtured you.”

 

Lost

I haven’t paid attention to my blog in a little while. I really don’t know what to blog about because my life is really quite dull. The most excitement is my writing and the antics my little grandson gets up to when I have him here, like swinging from the chandelier last week and bringing it crashing down. My fault I guess. It’s quite a low lamp hanging above the dining table. I don’t know where other bloggers find all their material. I’ve been told, to get followers, you need to promote and promote more and hang out on the internet. Yikes, if I did that, I wouldn’t have time to create my next masterpiece! This morning I spent a couple of hours at Goodreads, where I get absolutely lost. Their ‘help’ notes aren’t that clear. So what do you do? I don’t read a whole lot for fear of other people’s writing hanging in my brain cells and I want my books to be my own, unique and Gabby’s fantasies. I don’t want to add books to my bookshelf just for the hell of it! I can add all my own I guess. Of course I like those, LOL, even if some people don’t and give me shitty reviews. But, that comes with the territory. What one person likes could be hated by another. Every author would love fantastic reviews for their books, but that’s just plain unrealistic. I have noticed that some reviews can be unfair, that the reader doesn’t seem to have read a book thoroughly. I’m talking about fellow authors’ reviews, not necessarily my own. But again, it all comes with the territory. I’m just happy if someone reads my works, I don’t care if they hated it!! I’ll have to spend more time on Goodreads and figure it all out. Heck, I’m still trying to figure out Facebook, Triberr, Twitter and all. Maybe if I spend an hour a day at all these places I’ll eventually figure it out!!!

Sergeant Wayne Patterson of the Burnaby Police Force jumped up from his creaking swivel chair and banged his beefy fist on the desk. Papers scattered from the impact, his ruddy face slowly mottling as he vented his frustration. “Dammit! We can’t afford to lose another two men. We’re understaffed as is and all morale is shot to hell.”

Captain Rod Garring sighed wearily from behind his desk. Double shifts, lack of sleep and the efforts of maintaining a semblance of peace in the city had aged him beyond his fifty years. His once thick chestnut hair was prematurely gray. Cropped short to conceal his thinning scalp, it severely framed the deeply etched lines of his face. Shadows circled his bloodshot hazel eyes echoing the darkness consuming his spirit. Cramped for hours within the dreary confines of the station, battling the never-ending war of shrinking manpower and morale, it took a supreme effort to deal with Patterson’s rage. The man’s petulant voice grated on his ears to the point of discomfort, and he felt the familiar blood-pressure induced headache throbbing at his temples, his heart beating far too fast. Though it shamed him to admit it, there were times when he felt like fleeing into the night when faced with an outburst from his officers. He forced himself to arrange the scattered paperwork on his desk and stared disapprovingly at the sergeant.

“Sit down, Patterson,” he said tensely. “Making a scene won’t bring those men back.”

Patterson sank grumbling into the chair, his portly body overflowing the battered seat. Unable to keep still, he ran his hand repeatedly through lank dirty blond hair complemented by an equally lank blond moustache.

“I agree we can’t afford to lose any more men but it’s too late to do anything about it now,” Garring said. “We’ve lost two good cops. Tomorrow we’ll probably lose more. Anger won’t help matters.” He retrieved a manila file precariously perched on his in-tray. “I’ve read your report. It seems unlikely that Young could have killed these officers alone. He must have had an accomplice. I also feel that the report is somewhat exaggerated in respect to the carnage described. What’s wrong with you? This sounds like nonsense from some B-rated science fiction film.”

Patterson’s dark eyes flashed indignantly. “With all due respect, Captain, if you read the reports that came in from Vancouver, you’ll find a similar scenario.”

Garring sighed and glanced at the stack of reports littering his desk. His head ached from the low intensity lighting and the stale air. Not even the background bustle of the station was a comfort to him anymore. “Do you have any idea how many reports I receive each day, Patterson? I barely have time to sift through the most urgent, let alone the lower priority.”

“I would hardly call the murder of two cops low priority!” Patterson cried. He reached for a battered manila folder lying on top of the stack and leafed through a sheaf of papers. He pulled one sheet out and handed it to Garring. “Read this, sir.”

The Captain squinted at the paper then reached for his glasses and read more intently. He shook his head as he scanned the text. “What the hell is this bullshit? More slasher stuff. What are we dealing with here? Some kind of demonic cult? You know Young quite well. Do you honestly think he had anything to do with all this? For God’s sake! He’s one of our best men! You think he’s suddenly turned into some kind of monster?”