So I've allowed (ha that's a laugh, no one allows Doris to do anything she is the boss) Doris to hijack my blog today...
Release Central
Ever had a week so exciting you felt you might literally explode with it all. Well, I just had one of those weeks. Last Wednesday saw the release of my Debut novel Lure of the Blood.
Blurb: Marnie’s decision to finance her law degree by pole dancing awakens her latent sexuality and the mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows sends her libido into overdrive. Attacked on her way home, she wakes up the next morning covered in bruises and with no recollection of what happened. The newspapers are full of a suspected animal attack and Marnie finds herself in her very own twilight zone.
Realising her sexy lurker is a vampire is bad enough, but her boss is the alpha wolf of a pack of shifters? Torn between her attraction to both men and surrounded by danger, she has a decision to make, that will change her life forever.
The excitement levels reached fever pitch when I made it into the Top 100 bestselling Kindle Erotica books on Amazon UK and stayed there for a dizzying 48 hours. Let me once again thank everyone who bought it and the great feedback I received so far.
However, it also started a new obsession —constant checking of amazon sales rank.
*rolls eyes at herself*
I think this writing lark may just turn me completely neurotic!
*grin*
No sooner had I recovered from that very exciting couple of days, Saturday saw me signing a contract for my story Saving Hope, part of the anthology Blood Bar Chronicles with my lovely Critique group.
So yet more hopping around in excitement for yours truly.
*grin*
And then Monday say the release of my sexy Swede Sven in Scandinavian Scandal.
Blurb: Sven Larsson, international movie star, is out to repair his scandalous reputation. The last thing he needs is an enticing bundle of curves falling into his arms. However, the instant sexual chemistry he has with Sylvia is hard to ignore . . . .
Sylvia, a young widow and mother of three, knows Sven is everything she doesn’t need in a man. Can she risk giving in to temptation? With the paparazzi breathing down their necks and both of them scarred emotionally by their past demons, will Sven and Sylvia manage to heal each other?
I am slowly coming back down from the ceiling, mainly due to the cold, I caught off the baby.
Streaming eyes and nose is such an attractive look, not to mention the thumping headache, and sore throat, which apparently means that all the kids have to play up even more than usual.
So, if you’re thinking that I’m basking in glory, then think again, lol. Nothing quite like having children to keep you firmly grounded in reality! And with that I will sign off, the baby’s nappy needs changing, but before I go, have a little hot excerpt from Scandinavian Scandal, because I know Raven is rather fond of him…
Half an hour later, she was searching for the man in her garden, squinting in the sun, wondering why on earth Mrs. Robinson was hanging over the fence with a big grin on her face.
"Pssst Sylvia, there you are."
She rolled her eyes at her neighbour's hushed whispers. What now? And where in the world was Sven? She got her answer when she stepped off her decking and rounded the corner, following Jo's excited gesticulations. Her stomach dropped to her boots, all the air leaving her lungs in one big whoosh.
Now, wasn't that a sight for sore eyes?
A sentiment clearly echoed by Mrs. Robinson, whose theatrical whispers Sylvia could barely hear over the pounding of her own heart. Pure need consumed into her, and she had to remind herself to breathe.
"I am definitely making him the hero in my next book, look at those abs and those itty bitty shorts. Doesn't leave much to the imagination, you lucky thing you. Oh, be still my beating heart. This was so worth climbing up this ladder."
Sylvia could only agree. Stripped to the waist, bare feet digging into the grass, Sven's face was a study in concentration as his big body moved in the graceful martial art of Kata. The fine sheen of perspiration only served to emphasize the play of muscles on his torso as he worked his body in the strict discipline, his breath whooshing in and out in controlled grunts.
She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Jo's excited chatter did not register at all, as she watched him move in slow circles, straightening in and out of tight squats, his arms moving in the intricate dance the martial art required. With one last slow exhale, he straightened his long frame and opening his eyes looked straight at her with a toe curling lazy smile that had her biting down harder on her lip, as her whole body went up in flames.
* * * * *
Damn, she looked hot. Grabbing his T-shirt off the floor, he used it to wipe the sweat off his brow and tucked it into the waistband of his shorts to hide his body's immediate reaction to seeing Sylvia watching him.
He had known the minute she had entered the garden, the slight breeze sending her scent towards him, his body recognising and reacting to his mate on a purely subliminal basis. Walking slowly towards her, he was glad for the cover of the tee as the hot ache of desire shot through him. The sun was behind her, making her little sun dress transparent, and he let his gaze travel over the curve of her hips, down her long, slender legs to the bare toes curled into the grass. Back up over the slight indent of her waist, he let his eyes rest on the swell of her rapidly moving breasts, her nipples puckering under his gaze before he skimmed her face, finally settling on the plump bottom lip she was biting down on hard enough to draw blood.
"Hej."
"Hi."
The need in that breathy voice zoomed straight to his cock and not caring about her now sighing neighbour, he pulled her flush against him. Her desire soaked eyes widened further. He noticed with a smile of pure male satisfaction, as he lifted her slightly to grind his raging erection into her core. Taking her lip between his teeth, he caught her moan of surrender in his mouth and deepened the kiss. Damn, he'd missed her responsiveness, the way her body moulded into his as though they were made for each other and the way she made him forget everything but this immediate need to possess, to brand, to make her his. Lifting his head slightly, he scanned her flushed face, his gut clenching at the trust he saw in her eyes, as they fluttered open, before her eyes darted sideways and he groaned at her immediate withdrawal.
Forcing himself to let her go, he turned towards the fence where her neighbour was still dangling at a precarious angle.
"Show is over Mrs. R, haven't you got a book to write?"
"Ohh, yes, Sven dear, and boy have I got a plot line and scenes in my mind. Your buns are to die for, might even encourage me to take up, er, baking . . . ."
Sylvia's embarrassed laugh into his shoulder had him rolling his own eyes at the woman, who gave his body one last bold appraisal before she had the good grace to make herself scarce.
"I dread to think what she'll put in that book."
"Hmm, I'll have to make sure to read it, vackra. Now where were we?"
He sucked his breath in when her hands ran over his chest, her eyes connecting with his. He had been so goddamned worried about her when she had collapsed at the school, her breathing too shallow and laboured and her whole body on fire. She had been too pale and listless, and hearing from that useless doc that it was just a touch of flu had almost sent him over the edge. It had been Timmy's worried little voice asking what was wrong with Mummy that had gotten through the red mist of his anger, and he had done his best to reassure Hard Head that mummy would be just fine. She had to be, she was too damned important to the little man. Sitting up with her, watching her thrash about, coaxing her to eat sips of his mother's recipe chicken brew, his relief had been immeasurable when her fever had finally broken, and he hadn't dared to examine his own feelings too closely.
He still didn't, what he felt for the woman trembling with need in his arms was too complicated and too scary to think about. Grabbing her cute arse with a growl, he simply picked her up and carried her inside. Her legs going round his waist had his own knees trembling, and they crashed through the kitchen and into the hallway before he dropped her on the stairs with a muffled curse.
"Jeez baby, I need to taste you now. I can't wait."
She smiled in answer and shifted herself higher up the stairs. She pulled her dress up, so that her pussy was right in front of his face and opened her thighs wide. The sweet smell of her arousal in the air was his complete undoing. Yanking the elastic of her knickers down, she helped him by lifting her bum and kicking the scrap of material away. Her soft moans urged him on as he clamped his hands on her thighs to spread her wide and he buried his face in her drenched folds.
She grabbed his hair holding him there her hips arching into his face, as he tasted her sweet essence. He lapped her up, making her whimper as her pussy clenched around him. The ache in his own cock became unbearable as he suckled her engorged clit into submission.
"Sven, please . . . I"
Her words barely recognisable, she pulled on his hair and he lifted his head to see her passion filled eyes look down on him. Her hips bucked again, when he pushed two fingers into her drenched core.
"So wet, baby, so ready, come for me."
"No, please, Sven I need you inside me . . . please . . . oh god, I'm so close . . . Sven."
He watched her as she came apart noisily, her breath coming in short gasps, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching round his fingers, a rosy flush spreading all across her body.
"You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of you. Mine all mine," and bunching her dress up further he let his lips trail over her tummy. His teeth grazed the stud in her bellybutton, pulling slightly and he smiled at her gasp of surprise. His hands travelled further up bunching that dress higher until he could bare her breasts. He took one pert nipple in-between his teeth and suckled the tip until she was writhing under him again.
"Sven, please I want your cock inside me now."
Releasing that nipple with a pop, he groaned his frustration into her soft flesh as his shorts went sticky with the release of precum. Fuck it, he was not going to shoot his load in his shorts at her whispered words. The rip of foil brought his head up in surprise. She pushed him off her until their roles were reversed and it was his arse resting on the stairs. She rolled the condom onto his cock with trembling hands.
His hands went in her hair, and affection welled up at the impish smile she gave him, throwing the empty wrapper over her shoulder.
"The dress has pockets; you're not the only one who comes prepared Mister."
His answering laugh made her smile deepen.
"I do love a practical woman." The sensation of her sliding her wet folds over him made any conscious thought leave his body.
"Hell, baby, you'll be the death of me."
Sensation overwhelmed him as she began to move. Her internal muscles gripped and stroked him. Her soft moans mingled with his harsh groans, their movements growing ever more urgent. With one final thrust he spilled himself deep inside her, before flipping her over. Catching her gasp of surprise in his mouth, his thumb found her clit. With a few quick flips he sent her too over that sweet edge. Her startled eyes connected with his and his heart soared at what he saw in their depths.
