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Brand new erotic PNR from CP Mandara!

I bought this book from the graphic and blurb alone, and cannot wait to read it!
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Good As Dead

Blurb:

Six people want her dead.

Lainey Hargreaves has a secret that she must keep at all costs. It’s a secret that could change the face of the earth, forever. But not all secrets can be kept, and when hers begins to escape, she is certain that death will follow.

There is only one person that can extricate her from the mess she finds herself in. A vampire.

Mercer is that vampire. His quick, analytical brain will give them a head start against her assassins, but even he isn’t confident of success. He needs to discover what Lainey is hiding, unravel her secrets, and earn her trust. She will need to learn to obey his every order without question if they are to stand a chance of success.

And the best place to start? In the bedroom, of course. All women find him irresistible. All women except Lainey, that is, and she’s going to fight tooth and nail to deny the bright red spark that blooms between them.

She’s going to lose.

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Excerpt

“You will do as you’re told.”

He yanked on the curl he had captured and she had no choice but to stare at his mesmerising gold eyes. Swallowing at the invisible lump in her throat, she tried to force her head away from his dangerous gaze but could not break his hold over her. She wanted to roar in exasperation, for this mess could rival the Minos Labyrinth. She felt helpless and frustrated. They were two emotions she had very little experience with and she preferred it that way.

“Or what?” Lainey tried to bite back the retort but it was too late, the damage was done. When the vamp looked down at her, his eyes were rapidly darkening and his face was contorting with anger. She swallowed hard knowing she’d pushed him too far. Instinctively trying to back up, the wall was unforgiving and she smacked her head against it. His head was coming towards hers yet there was not a thing she could do about it. Wanting to scream, all that came out of her mouth was a pathetic little squeak.

He didn’t stop until his forehead rested against hers, his breath blowing heated little flutters against her lip. Her pulse immediately rocketed into orbit and her senses fled. She was only aware of his tempting soft lips, and a great urge to kiss them. For a second, she had a strangled moment of indecision, unsure whether she was willing her body to remain still or urging it to close those last few millimetres separating her mouth from his. Still stranded in torment, he smiled at her as if he knew the inner struggle she was having, and finally made the decision for her.

Pulling back abruptly, he put some distance between them by slamming both of his outstretched arms on either side of her head. It made her jump. Eyes which had licks of red and orange flames resting in their depths connected once again with hers, and although he was a little further away this time, it didn’t make him seem any less intimidating.

“A nice punishing kiss would probably keep you in line for a couple of days, I think. Should I bruise those soft sweet lips of yours and train them to worship mine? I have a feeling though that once I get a taste for you there’ll be no going back. Then again, seeing a lovesick doe-eyed look in those eyes wouldn’t be so bad. What do you say?” He unleashed the full power of his smile upon her and whilst there was no warmth behind it, Lainey got the message.

“No,” she whispered, immediately understanding what he had threatened. “I’ll do whatever you say, no questions asked.” She could not be bitten under any circumstances.

He huffed out a breath, and slowly removed his hands from the wall. Lainey sighed with relief as she had a little breathing space back but something akin to disappointment washed through her veins, and it horrified her. She could not feel this way, especially anywhere near a vampire.

“Well, I guess that spoiled all my fun for the evening,” he said regretfully. “But it should make the next couple of days rather interesting because at the first sign of disobedience, I’m claiming my kiss, Miss Hargreaves. Are we clear?” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a lopsided grin.

Lainey shuddered. “Crystal.”

“Good.”

“Who are you?” There was a hint of fear in her voice.

“My name is Mercer.”

“Mercer who?” Lainey pushed her hands against his chest and he backed up a little bit, allowing her a chance to examine him.

“That’s all you need to know.”

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Scare Your Pants Off- Wednesday: Shifters and Reapers

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Welcome back for the third day of the ‘Scare Your Pants Off’ week. You can follow these links to read the intro post and Monday and Tuesday’s posts.

Today, it’s all about the scary shifters and reapers!

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First up is an awesome dark fantasy / paranormal romance, called Hunter’s Moon, by Laura Smith.

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Ripley eased his arm up away from Luna to part the branch covering enough to allow the moonlight to shine down on her.  Her finely arched brows furrowed together and her bow shaped lips pressed together, reflecting her uneasy sleep.  His breath caught again and his gut clenched like he had just been punched.  He had the same reaction when he first saw her.  He almost hadn’t shot the Were in time.

She made a soft sound and let the branch fall back into place to lightly run his fingertip along her temple.  His hand shook at the soft skin and he clenched it into a fist to still the light trembling.

Carefully, so not to disturb her, he leaned away to peel back the collar of his shirt and looked at his shoulder.  It throbbed badly, but didn’t appear to be bleeding.  She had a mean right hook, but not a lot of sense.  He grinned, thinking of the spanking he had given her.  For the first time in long years, he taken his hand to a woman’s backside and had wanted to hold her afterwards.  She hadn’t tried to pull away.  She had accepted his soothing embrace and had wept her apologies, rather fetchingly in his opinion.  He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

Oh, the women he’d bought for a night or two had all shed crocodile tears and pouted prettily at him.  But paid companions gave a man what they thought he wanted.  They couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.

Letting go of his shirt, he gently set his hand down on her hip.  Her breath hitched and she jerked, but she didn’t waken all the way.  With a soft whimper, she settled back into her nightmare.

Ripley lifted his gaze out to the forest.  He could hear the sounds of Were hunting in the distance.  He should be out there as well, hunting them.  He should leave her to Fate and do his job.  Protecting survivors was not a part of it.  In all his years of hunting, he had never come across a survivor before.  Neither his father, nor his uncle, had ever spoken of one.  She might not be the first in history, but she could damn well be the second.

He caressed his thumb along the swell of her buttock.  She made another soft noise.  Her hand moved up to clutch the fabric of his shirt at his chest.

He lowered his head, putting his lips to her ear, and whispered, “Easy.”
She sighed and pressed herself against him, snuggling into the hollow of his injured shoulder.  At last, she slept peacefully.  A small smile curved at the corner of her lips.

“Easy,” he whispered again and closed his eyes against the swell of emotion that rose to overwhelm him.  The weight of the knowledge that the sound of his voice as she slept had chased away her nightmare pushed as painfully on him as her head on his old wound.  At the same time, it filled his heart with such joy, he thought he could take on anything.  He, Ripley Hunter, the boy whose uncle had said would never amount to anything, who had paid for more dates than not, who killed monsters for a living, had the trust of the beautiful woman in his arms to keep her safe while she slept.

A howl split the night air, a sound filled with loneliness and fear.

 Blurb:

Following a family tradition to seek her spirit guide, Luna sets out for an overnight camping trip into the wilds of the Willamette Valley National Forest along the Blue River.  She does not know that the full moon in the sky combined with her chance meeting of the ranger at the trail’s start would alter her life forever.  She will soon learn that werewolves are real and that she is being hunted by them.  Her only chance at survival is a Hunter, come to Blue River to thin down their numbers if not eradicate them.  Fate throws them together and, at first, she is desperate only to stay alive and go home.  But then wants more, she wants to be in the Hunter’s arms and, after feeling the bite of his hand on her backside, over his knee.

Author’s Note This story is dark fantasy.  It contains scenes describing or touching upon the subject of cannibalism, rape, murder, and torture.  If you find any of these subjects questionable, please, do not purchase this book.

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Next up is a thrilling urban fantasy, called Reap and Repent, by Lisa Medley.

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Excerpt setup: Kylen is a reaper who has been possessed by a demon for the past century. He’s not the guy you want to be alone with.

 

Ruth gathered up her trash and left it on the little tray by the intercom before pulling across the street to Stop & Go to buy a bag of ice. Sliding her key into the trunk latch, she raised the lid and set the ice inside the trunk bed. She scrambled through her random packed groceries. The bagger boy had flung her purchases into the paper bags without any organization. She sorted out the cold items, stuffing them into the cooler. As she emptied the ice from the bag over them, a chill ran up her spine that had nothing to do with her task. She whipped around to find Kylen standing behind her in the parking lot.

She dropped the ice bag and slammed the cooler lid shut. Taking a quick look around the busy lot to see if anyone might be able to come to her rescue, she debated between fight or flight once again as she backed up against the Lincoln. She slid one hand into her shorts pocket, fisting her car keys in the other.

“Busy day?” Kylen asked, grinning. “Where’s your keeper?”

“What are you?” she asked, trying to keep the stutter of her heart from her voice. She didn’t see any point in beating around the bush.

“Well that’s a little rude, isn’t it?” he asked, closing the gap between them. “A customer, of course. Ask anyone here …”

He looked human, but his eyes gave him away…and there was something more, something intangible. But maybe she was the only one who could see that?

That was the question. Since no one was screaming or running in terror, he probably looked nondescript to everyone else, like another customer in the lot. She eased around to the driver’s side, pushing the trunk closed on her way.

“What’s your hurry? We just got started.”

“I don’t want any trouble, Kylen.” Nervous, she scanned the parking lot again for a possible ally. “I have cold stuff in the trunk and errands to run. If you want Deacon, I’m sure you know how to find him.”

“You know my name? How sweet. Then I guess Deacon’s told you about me?” He eased up closer and cocked his head at an odd angle that made his eyes look even creepier…if that were even possible.

“I heard him call you by your name when we were in…down…below,” she said, unable to call it what it was: Purgatory.

He was right in her face now. Uncomfortable and scared, she palmed the knife in her jacket pocket, wondering when and whether she should show it or use it. Kylen slid a dry hand down the side of her cheek and around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his face. She stiffened and vacillated between stabbing him through her jacket pocket and screaming.

He was so close. She could hurt him at least. Screaming might also be effective, but either of those options would lead to lots of questions, possibly a confrontation with the police, and the rest of the day would be toast. Besides, she had no explanation that would not land her under “observation” for several hours, if not longer.

She released the knife. Instead, she slid her hand into her pants pocket and extracted a handful of salt, hurling it directly into his eyes. He cursed and bellowed like a wounded animal, clawing at his face. She pushed him hard, and he stumbled far enough backward that she was able to get the Lincoln’s big-ass door open and scramble inside. Slamming the door shut, she popped the electric locks. She turned the motor over, slammed the car into Reverse and peeled out of the parking lot and onto Main Street.

ComTel was going to have to wait. She was done. Heading home, she wondered if Kylen had a car or if he could travel like Deacon. One thing was comforting. He probably didn’t know where she lived, or he would already have come by. She hoped his eyes wouldn’t work too well for a while. That much salt in a normal person’s eyes wouldn’t feel all that great, and he was so not normal. In fact, he had seemed particularly averse to it.

Her hands trembled as she gripped the steering wheel and tried to keep from pressing the gas pedal all the way to the floor. She’d had enough fun for one day. She had food, snacks, coffee, the Meridian and Huntsbury papers, and an entertainment magazine…not that she read that trash.

 Blurb:

They see death. Can they share a life?

Ruth Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then she meets Deacon Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his gorgeous face. But this beautiful stranger has no aura.

Deacon is just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than two hundred years ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by anything. As he helps Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires that he decided long ago a Reaper can’t afford.

A demon invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his own past even as he fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect. When he’s taken captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be able to save herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to wield her newfound powers.

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Scare Your Pants Off- Tuesday: Haunting Suspense and Zombies

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Welcome back for day two of the ‘Scare Your Pants Off’ Week. You can follow these links if you want to read the intro, or read the awesome first day’s post.

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First up today, is a really thrilling excerpt from Dana Wright’s romantic suspense, Asylum.

 

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Rachel moved farther down the hall. The peeling wallpaper and damaged wooden panels made her sad. The crumbled bits of tile and broken glass littering the floor kept her alert to where she placed her feet. It was pulling her and she needed someone to center her. Now. She stopped in front of a surgical suite and paused. “Matt?” “I’m here.” She felt his warmth behind her. “What can I do?” “Don’t let go,” Rachel whispered and slipped her hand in his.

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Matt watched helplessly as Rachel drew in on herself. She stood stock still, the blood draining from her face leaving her washed out and without color. The air around her began to vibrate and disembodied voices echoed through the air. He yanked his hand out of her grip and stumbled backwards. Rachel moaned and her hands clenched into fists. He blinked and his eyes searched the room for Trevor. He’d stepped out of the room, probably in disgust at watching him hold Rachel’s hand like some kind of idiot. Fine. He would play her game, but only until he had enough rope to hang her with.

“Rachel?”

She didn’t answer, her eyes locked on something ahead of her that only she could see.

Matt stepped closer, but hesitated to touch her. She appeared fragile enough to break. He gingerly reached out and laid his hand on her forehead. She was frigid. Freezing. He drew his hand back with an intake of breath and gritted his teeth. This was odd. He walked around her and scanned the walls and floors. Nothing. No wires, no air drafts.

He wasn’t prepared for this. Matt had never seen any documentation of her lapsing into any kind of fugue state and he’d researched the hell out of this woman. The injury from the last case made it imperative to find out all he was able to about his new “partner” on this case. If he was going into the dark with someone, he was going to make damned well sure who. The fact that she didn’t appear to have any involvements in her life, save for a grandmother she cared for, was an unexpected relief. That still didn’t make her an honest ghost hunter.

Her spark got under his skin. Most women he encountered bowed and scraped to his celebrity status. Rachel didn’t. She was beautiful and smart and right now was scaring the holy fucking hell out of him. Was that the difference here? That she didn’t have Jeannie to act as the buffer from whatever it was she was experi- encing? Was she some kind of psychic too? The thought brought a chill to his skin.

Her lips, now turning blue, moved but there was no sound.

“Rachel?”

Nothing. His guts twisted inside of him.

Matt tipped her chin up to search her eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but as he gazed into the blue depths of her glassy orbs, he felt his perception of reality tilt. Something flickered behind her gaze that drew him down into another time. Another reality. Voices and echoes of the past stormed past his defenses and he found himself standing not in a derelict building, but a busy operating room.

“Nurse. Get me the ether,” a man wearing a white coat and blue face mask demanded, his white eyebrows turned down in irritation.

“Yes, doctor.” The white-capped nurse hurried to do his bidding. She scurried to a counter at the back of the room, dodging three other nurses. The nurse returned quickly with the mask and the bottle.

“You.” He pointed at the youngest of the nurses. A sallow- faced woman with mousy brown hair smoothed her hands along her apron and waited for whatever abuse was about to be heaped at her feet. “Get out of the way. We have a sterilization procedure at one-thirty.” The doctor slid the mask over the woman’s face. “Go ready the patient in 4B. I’ll be with her shortly.”

The female patient strapped to the chair writhed against the restraints, her eyes wide and terrified. Gagged, she tried to speak but only succeeded in letting a line of spittle down her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered and her face went slack as the effects of the chemical took over.

“You have been a very bad girl, Frau Gilbert. Trying to escape when all your husband wanted from you is your obedience. But lucky for you I have the perfect remedy for willful women such as yourself.” The doctor roughly gripped her face and moved it back and forth.

The woman lay still and the doctor removed the mask.

“Tray! Alcohol!” came the next gruff orders and the remaining nurses scattered to acquire said items. Matt blinked, trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. His stomach churned with fear and the hair on his arms stood up. He was there. With Rachel. In the past. It was impos- sible. Wasn’t it? Is this how she found the missing boy and all those other people? Living through horrors to find them?

“Oh God,” he whispered, the very real terror sinking in. This was fucking real.

He faced Rachel and still held her face in his hands. Matt moved away, but remembering her warning didn’t break contact. He slid his hand down her shoulder and took her clammy hand in his. Maybe if he continued touching her, it would generate a fit of rage. Something. Anything.

Oh my God. Matt’s stomach curdled and he struggled with the urge to vomit.

“Rachel,” he hissed. “Where are we?”

“They can’t hear us,” she responded, her voice flat. “I’m sorry. I took us back too far. I was thinking of my grandmother and I must have overshot.” She stared hard at the woman in the chair, completely transfixed.

“He’s really going to do it.” Matt’s eyes took in the scene in front of him and he drew his lips back in horror. “He’s going to give her a lobotomy right here.”

Blurb:

The voices of the past are alive behind the iron gates of Bremore Asylum. Can Rachel and Matt deduce its secrets before it’s too late?

When Rachel agrees to take the job investigating the disappearance of a fellow ghost hunter at Bremore Asylum, she is totally unprepared for the sexy and stubborn psychic debunker Matt Rutledge to be a part of the package. Can these two opposing forces find the answers behind the asylum’s crumbling walls before they become the newest victims to the asylum’s grim history?

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Next up is an awesomely scary zombie attack from Casey McKay’s, Cursed Waters.

 

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She saw the sun trying to break through the clouds, it was late afternoon and they hoped to have the natural light while they searched the island for Seaweed. Trevor fell into step next to her and she felt comforted as he grabbed her hand, twining his fingers with hers. They walked in silence as Trevor swished the plastic whiffle ball bat in front of them like it was a sword. She shook her head, boys and their toys.

They turned left down the next street and Roxy would have shrieked if she had the breath to scream. Two of the slow walkers were standing in their path, and now that they were up close there was no mistaking that they were zombies. Trevor quickly pushed her behind him and out of his way. He took a step forward, wielding the plastic bat in front of him.

“They might not want to hurt us,” she started and one of the zombies growled, making her jump.

Trevor showed no signs of being shaken, physically, but Roxy was standing close enough to him that she could hear him muttering, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Over and over. Roxy stepped to the side, bringing herself into view. These weren’t like the slow walkers she saw this morning who were all dazed and out of it, wandering aimlessly. These two guys were looking right at them. Their clothes were ripped and torn and they were covered in mud. As if they had clawed themselves out of their own graves, she shivered at the thought. Their pale skin held a grayish pallor and their dead eyes made her skin crawl.

Trevor glanced in her direction, “Get back!”

She took a step back and dropped to one knee, placing her back pack in front of her. Roxy rustled through its contents as Trevor assessed the situation, shaking the fearsome plastic toy in the approaching zombie’s faces. She found what she needed and rose back up to her full height, slinging the pack up to her shoulder.

“Stay back, guys. We don’t want any trouble.” Trevor was trying to reason with the zombies, who were advancing on them quickly. Their grunts were getting louder and their slow, jerking movements were making Roxy more than a little nervous. She came up to stand beside Trevor again.

“I said, get back,” he snapped as he glared at her. Then he saw the item in her hand. “What’s that?”

Roxy held up the wooden implement that looked like a giant paddle. “It’s a bread board, I thought it might work a little better than that.” She tilted her head towards the bat.

As they were sizing up each other’s weapons the zombies had gotten much closer. Their attention moved back to their current situation when they heard something between a growl and a moan escape from one of their assailants. Trevor raised his bat up, “I’m serious guys, back the fuck up, or someone’s going to get hurt.”

The zombies hesitated a half step, but then lurched forward. Roxy and Trevor both let out screams as the swung their weapons down. Roxy shrieked louder as her zombie’s head exploded in front of her. She looked to her right to see how Trevor fared, only to find him standing with a bent plastic bat in his hands and a really pissed off zombie staring down at him.

“Duck!” Roxy yelled as she swung at the same time. Trevor crouched down on the ground as her swing connected with the zombie’s head. It exploded on impact, spraying them both in zombie blood. The lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud and Roxy immediately doubled over and started heaving. She felt Trevor’s hands on her shoulders, steadying her as she shook.

“That was awesome!” He sounded ecstatic, Roxy couldn’t muster the energy to get excited about having blood all over her. “You okay? Are you gonna hurl?”

“I’m not cut out for this,” Roxy said as she stood back up, “what the hell is going on?”

 Blurb:

Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She’s running her deceased grandmother’s psychic readings shop, but she’s not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn’t anticipate the feelings she’s still having for him after four years of separation.
Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he’s reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.
Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find out in my upcoming release Cursed Waters, out later this month!
Warning: This book contains spankings and anal play between two consenting adults. If you are offended by this subject matter please do not read this.

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Scare Your Pants Off- Monday: Demons

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Welcome to Day 1 of the Scare Your Pants Off – week.

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Today’s post has only one excerpt. It’s a horror, fantasy, erotica called The Scholomance, by R. Lee Smith.  This one got my heart racing beautifully!

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There was a door here. At the very end of the hall, flanked by carved pillars and dully-glowing blisters, a door. Similar in many ways to every other door in the lyceum, she supposed, but much larger. Like all the theater doors, its face had been carved in relief to show a demon triumphant over a cluster of writhing, pleading supplicants, yet the supplicants in this case were not naked humans, but demons themselves, of many different kinds. She was pretty sure she recognized the tree-like Zyera among them, and she thought the angular one huddled near the bottom and clawing at his own back might be Horuseps, but for the most part, they were so grotesquely intertwined, she couldn’t make out individuals. All of this held a certain fascination for her but of course, what interested her the most was that the doors were closed at all. The backswept horns of one upturned face made clear handles, but when Mara gave them a cursory tug, they didn’t budge.

Mara put her ear to the door and heard, naturally, her own pulse echoing back from unmoved stone to her own ear. She rubbed her palms briskly on her robe, braced her feet, and gave the horns as powerful a pull as she could manage.

Mara spent a few fruitless minutes searching without expectation for some secret latch or button hidden among the carvings. When she came up empty, as she’d rather thought she would, she found a place on the carved wall where she could lean and brood over the matter.

How likely was it really that this door led anywhere important? Her sense of spatial relationships were badly askew underground, but she knew she was higher than the portcullis where she and the other applicants had been brought in, much higher than the Oubliette, and she thought she was higher than even the Black Door and whatever lay beyond it.

The wall was not as flat as it needed to be. Stone elbows and gyrating hips shoved painfully into her back and kept her neck bent at an awkward angle. When she straightened up, light from the glowing blisters fell across the demon’s mouth, making him seem to sneer at her for giving up. Her own lips twitched sullenly back at it; she stayed.

So there were no mechanical switches…this meant the likelihood of a mechanical lock was also low. There had to be another way in.

On impulse, Mara touched it. Not the handle this time, but the door itself. Her hand traveled up over writhing knots of pleading demons to the Master who stood over them all. She wondered if it was meant to represent whoever was on the other side, the way the other theater doors acted as portraits for those who taught within. If so, this one cut an impressive figure.

It was a man’s shape, essentially. Heavily-built and wrapped in muscles well beyond most male proportions, he posed atop his writhing fellows with one clawed foot digging at someone’s spine, his arms slightly outspread to further emphasize his sheer size and strength, staring straight out and down at her. He had hair and he wore it in a high knot and a long fall that was, like the carvings around him, almost Asian and almost Aztec, but somehow neither one. A short ridge of blunt horns grew in symmetry along his hairline—the smallest perhaps thumb-sized directly over his eyes, growing progressively larger as they wrapped around his head, so that the ones sprouting above his pointed ears swept up and out like daggers. More of these bony nubs grew along his jaw, they outlined his thick neck, jutted from his wrists, ribs, thighs and biceps. The jagged points of larger spikes thrust themselves out from his shoulders, his back, even his hips. He wore some kind of layered skirt or complicated loincloth, baring his powerful body in defiance of any vulnerability, and the belt that cinched it all together was as sharply studded with points as he was. His eyes were deep-set, his mouth somewhat snouted. She couldn’t tell if he were snarling or just grinning, but the effect was not a cheering one, whichever. Like a fun-house portrait, the demon’s gaze had a way of following her as she paced restlessly before it. She couldn’t say there was any malevolence in his expression, but it was disquieting to stand before it and feel, however foolishly, that she was being seen and sneered at.

That notion, illogical as it was, suddenly put her in mind of the Oubliette again, and the tar-thick intelligence which had sealed its doors. After a moment’s thought, she touched the handles here, but didn’t try to pull on them. Instead, she opened her mind to them, sending out thought like a spear, searching for that vital crack in an enemy’s armor. She got no sense of awareness, but there was more to the door than just stone, she was certain of it.

**Open,** she thought.

She felt, or imagined she felt, a subtle vibration under her fingertips, just briefly, pulsing once through the rock and into stillness once more. ‘The mountain’s heart beats only once a year,’ Mara thought vaguely and gave her head a shake to clear it. When she looked up, the demon’s stone face was looking down, his teeth bared in what struck her increasingly as a condescending smile.

Outwardly, Mara did not move, apart from a slight curling of her upper lip, but outward appearances ceased to matter. If Connie herself had walked by, Mara couldn’t have noticed. All her attention drew inward, flexing into focus for one explosive command. She felt it drive out of her with good, righteous force. She felt it slam home and drive itself in deep. ‘Open’ was the word she gave and that word resonated once, just once, seeming to blow itself up into something far bigger than its echo, something ancient and alien of herself.

The doors didn’t budge, not even to hum this time, but Mara, without any hesitation, slipped her hands down to the curved horns of the pleading demon, and pulled them easily apart. She was not surprised. It was impossible that any intelligence could hear that word and not obey. Late that night, she would think this hugely conceited of herself, but at the time, it seemed perfectly reasonable. She pulled the doors open and stood between them and felt, just for a moment, ready to take whatever hidden thing laired within and crush it in her fist.

‘I’m here to find Connie,’ she thought, and that tight, feral sense of triumph faded. Connie. Right. This wasn’t a challenge, but a search. She let go of the doors.

Air breathed over her in one long, slow draft, but only once. It brought with it a musty smell, reminding her in a vague way of attics or basements—a dark place, where forgotten things gathered dust.

Very dark. In the dim glow spilling in from the hall, Mara could make out the pregnant bulge of another lamp on her right, but it wasn’t working at the moment. Moving slowly, testing each step, Mara felt her way through the doors and along the rock wall until her fingers brushed over the waxy lump of the blister-lamp. Light was slow in coming and it guttered badly when it did, but it was illumination enough to make out the next lamp, and the next, until she had awakened all five set in the wide outer ring of this classroom.

Because that was just what this was, another theater. No bigger, and not really more impressive than any of those below her in the lyceum. Disappointed, Mara climbed carefully down the risers to the empty dais, then turned at the bottom and looked up at her footprints in the dust. They were deep, deep enough to cast shadows in the bottom. She was the first person to walk here in years, in centuries maybe.

They’d closed it off for some reason. Maybe the demon who taught here had died, or left the mountain, or moved on to another part of it to work. Strange, that they wouldn’t salvage any of his stuff, she thought, as she ran her eyes over shelves of glass jars and boxes, books and archaic objects, all heavily-grimed with neglect.

This was likely to be her only chance to fully explore a theater. Mara headed for the stair behind the Master’s dais. It was wide, steep, and dropped down into absolute black—too inviting to resist. She had very little light, none at all after she’d rounded the second corner, but she went slow and kept her hands on the wall, hoping at each step to come across one of the blister-lamps.

After an eternity of climbing down in a black spiral, she finally caught a glimmer of light at the bottom. It grew as she approached, enough to make out an open doorway, covered in layers of hanging curtains, no less. They waved in the grip of a cold breeze, spilling out slivers of tantalizing light with each lazy billow of crimson, black, and gold.

‘This is it,’ Mara thought, with no real idea of what ‘it’ was. She crossed the final distance in a few short steps, letting determination lead her when common sense might fear to tread. The curtains were thick and old, but although ragged, they didn’t have that greasy/fuzzy feel of neglected fabric. When she passed between them, they tried to cling to her, and she was compelled to move completely out of their reach, not into daylight, but into a natural light all the same.

The draft, of course. The freshness of the air she breathed. These things had been obvious to her, but the moon held her transfixed. The far wall was open, the whole of it, without a ledge or even a rail to keep idle wanderers from stepping off and into oblivion. Mara went, mindful of the danger, but she had to go. The moon would be no closer, really, for her few extra steps, but she went. She had forgotten it was so beautiful. She had forgotten how the stars would shine. And they were no different here, in the Scholomance’s mountain of secret arts, than they were out the window of her bedroom in her mother’s house. Somehow, that didn’t seem fair.

Nothing happened, nothing changed, but the air grew somehow denser. She wasn’t alone here. She knew she wouldn’t be.

“They told me the time between first-bell and last was daytime,” she said.

Her voice didn’t ring boldly out into the room. The open air pushed it back. The stone walls swallowed it. It was the voice of an insect.

His was far more impressive—deep and rolling, relaxed, even amused, but never human, never that.

“Days are that by which mortals measure time’s passage. For simplicity’s sake, we call it so. As our students seeth not the sky, what harm?”

Mara turned toward him, not fast. He rose from his lazy crouch in the shadows just as slowly, as deliberately. The carving on the door had been a very good likeness after all. His skin was grey and rough even to look at, like living stone, raised and thick where the ivory spikes pierced through. His hair was black and very fine, and waved out behind him in the same breeze that moved the curtains. His eyes glowed green, just a little.

“Shall I disrobe?” he asked, indicating the ornate buckle of his plated belt.

*****

Blurb:

For centuries, there has been a legend of a hidden school where magic is taught by the demons who dwell there to anyone who seeks them out, but they ask a terrible price: Anyone who reaches the door of the Scholomance may enter, but the Devil takes every tenth student who tries to leave.

A hidden school. Demonic masters. An inescapable fate for one out of every ten graduates. But Connie would do anything to have the magic her best friend was born with.

And Mara would do anything to get Connie back.

 

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Scare Your Pants Off! ( a week of scary excerpts)

scare your pants off week

 

I love Halloween!

A time of letting loose; wearing masks and costumes; showing your true self; eating lots of sugar and dyes; playing tricks on neighbors; or

scaring your friends.

 

 

This week, I will run a series of posts with one theme in mind. To:

 

Scare Your Pants Off!

 

Each post will include a thrilling, dangerous, violent, or scary scene.

(I have hand picked these authors and have read their excerpts, and I can tell you, they got my heart racing! 🙂 )

This includes five days, and nine different authors’ works to share with you:

paranormal, thriller, dark fantasy, spanking paranormal, shapeshifters, urban fantasy, horror, suspense, erotic with horror elements…

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Authors in the lineup are:

R. Lee Smith, Casey McKay, Dana Wright, Lisa Medley, Laura Smith, Cara Bristol, Penny Alley, Kathryn R, Blake and Darling Adams

 

And there will be prizes!

  • Free ebooks (Cara Bristol’s ‘Warrior’, R. Lee Smith’s ‘Scholomance’, Casey McKay’s ‘Cursed Waters’ or reader’s choice, Dana Wright’s ‘Asylum’, Penny Alley’s ‘Karly’s Wolf’ – to name a few)
  • Two $5 Amazon gift cards
  • A $5 Blushing Books Gift Card

Just reply at the end of the posts. Each daily reply gives you an entry. (Five full days of replies = five entries 🙂 )

So, are you ready to get your pants scared off?

The fun starts tomorrow!

Muwahahaha!
(Ok, I scared myself, while looking for scary pictures on Google. So no more pictures.  I am searching for puppies and kittens now. 🙂 )

Scare ya’ on Monday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Review of Incubus Moon, by Penny Alley

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Wow, what a fantastic thrill ride – horror, adventure, personal growth, hot sex, passion and love!

Now, I will be honest. I went into this story, knowing almost nothing about it. All I knew was the title, the author (an awesome spanking romance author whose books I love!), and a thumbs up from Patricia Green, whom I also adore.  That was enough for me.

What I found was a balls to the wall, horrifying yet mesmerizing, engaging story that had me glued to the edge of my seat one moment, and throbbing with desire, the next.

The interesting thing, was that there were no spankings. But this story was so incredibly satisfying that it scratched every spanking itch I have- without the spankings.

This is one of the most intensely satisfying books I have read in a long time. Even without the spankings.

My congratulations goes out to Penny Alley (Maren Smith).

Well done. Very well done!

Here is the rest of my review.

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I went through so many emotions while reading this story. I cried after a few scenes, they were so well done.  The passion and energy built to such a high crescendo, there were times I couldn’t breathe. Then the author relaxed the pace, and built up the characters some more, giving more insight into their lives. It was an emotionally charged thrill ride of passion and horror that pushed my limits and kept me reading into the late hours of the night. I had trouble putting the book down.  And I can honestly say, I went into this book, blind.  The first chapter was so terrifying and vivid that I had to rethink my nighttime reading habits. It was deliciously frightening. And it got even better from there.

The main character, Veda, and her village are attacked on the night of an Incubus Moon.  Succubus and Incubus Horde savagely attack everyone, using the humans for their sexual release, also breathing in their life essences, and killing them. All but Veda die agonizing deaths.

Veda awakens to find herself barely alive, her throat ripped out, her body ravaged and sore. She panics when she is picked up by another set of Incubi, who claim that they are not evil like the others.

Emen, an Incubus leader of a Settlement, promises that Veda is safe, and promises to protect her. But Veda has a horrid realization that she is becoming one of them. She yearns to feed like them. She is crippled by overwhelming, powerful lust and hunger, and agonizes that she is turning into what she despises most.  She fears herself and loathes what she is becoming. Veda turns into the monster she most fears and hates.  It consumes her, yet she fears hurting the humans, and begs for help.

She finds herself drawn to Scar, an early antagonist in the story, who satiates her sexual needs, and gives her pain during their interactions. Veda not only accepts this, she revels in it, because she wants to be punished for what she is feeling and becoming. So she keeps punishing herself, by going to Scar, and pushing him to be rough with her.

These scenes were intense and hot.  I loved them.

The settlement in which they live is inhabited by both succubi / incubi and humans.  They have learned to help and trust each other. This is out of necessity since the Incubi need the humans for their life essence, and the humans need their strength to keep out invading hordes of incubi.

As intense as the action scenes are, the sex scenes are even more intense! We are talking about sexually driven demons, so the sex is carnal, lusty, highly passionate, and breathtakingly erotic.

Veda is torn between two alpha males, as different as night and day. Both offering her the energy and physical and sexual release that she needs, but in completely different ways.

Emen, the leader of the group, is dark colored, strong, firm, loving, kind hearted, and romantic.  He falls in love with Veda’s beauty and compassionate nature.  He leads with firm compassion and understanding, but still makes difficult decisions based on the good of the many.  He takes Veda into his care to protect her from those that might hurt her, and to protect her from herself.  Though he falls in love with her quickly, he allows her the freedom to look elsewhere for her sexual and physical needs if she needs them.

Scar, is the bad boy of the group, a loner, light in color, prideful, arrogant, strong, quick tempered, passionate.  He falls in love with Veda’s strength and anger. He likes it when Veda fights him, and their sexual encounters are raw and animalistic.  Veda goes to Scar whenever she needs to hurt. And Scar provides her with pain in order to help her get past her moment of internal pain. Theirs is a relationship of fire, pain, and raw energy.  Scar pushes Veda to the very edge of her physical and emotional desires, because he understands her needs.  And the pain he gives her alleviates her own pain.

Veda is so confused by her feelings for each man. She needs them both- each for something different and she loves them each, differently.  They are fire and ice, each doing something that the other can’t.  The whole relationship has a beautiful set-up for ménage, which I would have loved to have seen.

Veda is so upset by her transformation, and blames herself and the demons who did this to her. She has a very difficult time coming to grips with all of this.

This leads to one of my favorite quotes from a story, when Emen explains that Veda does not have to continue being a victim, that she can be stronger than she realizes possible. He offers to help Veda learn to control her hunger and urges. He also offers to help her learn to safely feed from humans without killing them.

“A victim of circumstance does not a victim forever make.”

I loved this quote.

Another recurring theme in the story is redemption.  Even though Veda condemns and hates the Horde for what they did to her village, she has conflicting emotions and desires to accept the Settlement Incubi as good. She always tries to see the good in everyone, confusing her even more. Demons are demons.

There is one really cool scene, when they come across a cricket like creature, a spikey.  Emen and Scar want to kill it, explaining that the spikey is dangerous, and will kill other people when it gets older.  But Veda stands her ground, saying they can’t hold this young demon responsible for crimes committed by its family, just like the Incubi from the Settlement can’t be held accountable for the Horde’s actions. They agree to take the young Spikey with them. Veda finds out his name is Keegee, and cares for Keegee as if he were her son.

The plot is amazing. There are so many twists and turns. An antagonist at every turn.  A bad guy who is actually a good guy.  A good guy who has a very bad past. Even Veda ends up doing something horrible, that she feels she can never atone. But they still band together, forging stronger bonds, to protect themselves from the Horde.

This book was brilliantly done.  If anything had been changed, it could have easily fallen into the category of abuse, rape, and horror.  But instead, it was exciting, invigorating, erotic, dangerous, and horrifyingly titillating.

I loved this book!

I wish I could give it more than 5 stars.

http://www.amazon.com/Incubus-Moon-ebook/dp/B00CC06FNM

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