Friday, May 24, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Why don't you get lost in Silent Screams by Yvonne Nicolas!
She'll draw you into her dark and sexy world!
Check out her hawt exclusive excerpt below:
Sweet Torture from Silent Screams
Demetri moved between her legs, forcing her thighs further apart and pulled her up on all fours. He planted soft, wet kisses along the cleft of her backside. He brushed a hand over her crease. Her folds parted, inviting him in. He teased the length of her slick valley and strummed her protruding clit.
She was incredibly wet, ready for the taking.
Unable to resist the craving to feel her from the inside, he rimmed her opening, and then delved two fingers into her snug cavern.
Her heated core clenched onto him possessively. Her breaths came out in quick spurts.
Anxious to heighten her pleasure, he dragged his tongue along her derrière’s cleft and circled her puckered rosette, licking and tasting, while caressing the walls of her pussy with his fingers.
“Ooo, you’re a nasty boy,” she purred, hiking her rear end further in the air. “I like it nasty.”
As he enticed her, endless trickles of unparalleled energy traveled through his arm and cascaded through him, a force stronger than his own. He let go of the chesty moan dangling in the back of his throat. She had no idea what she was doing to him, or what force she possessed.
Power. This woman was raw power from the inside and out.
“My God, Sharayna!” He had never called out the Almighty’s name in vain, not even when he was human, but now he found the need to do so, for the overwhelming energy that streamed through him defied all logic and reason. At the nape of his neck, the searing mark that now resided there, slithered down his spine like a snake.
In the smoothest movements he could conjure, he penetrated her body, slowly pushing and pulling her to his will. She moaned with each stroke, gratifying him with thrusts of her own. The sound of her sex sucking greedily on his fingers serenaded his senses. He inserted another finger, expanding her fluttering tissues. Her warm liquids coated his hand and dribbled down her slit, making small blotches on the comforter.
With his other hand, he reached around her hip and fingered her slick pearl. He savored her throaty cries as he swept his tongue over and around her luscious anal passage, teasing the glands there, periodically probing her for entry.
“Oh God, yes, like that. Mm, feels so good…” Pressing her face into the bed to muffle her kitten-like moans, she fisted the sheets and cupped his massaging hand.
The more he pleasured her, the closer he came to replacing his fingers with his cock. Oh, sweet torture.
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Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Duality is a paranormal romance/urban fantasy hybrid featuring elemental empaths and a realistic world full of believable characters. Love, betrayal, honor, light and dark, good vs evil.
Cordelia Kelly is running from her past and her destiny. She is a dual-natured empath – meaning she is receptive to the emotional aura, positive and negative, of those around her. Cordelia struggles to create harmony between the light and dark sides of her existence. She's also an elemental, but her inherent powers are slowly manifesting with age and time. The scales of good versus evil are tilting in the wrong the direction.
Will she succumb or evolve to fulfill her destiny?
Sol Winterborn is not your typical hero, if anything he’s an anti-hero. Moral indecision riddle his path to redemption, but the undeniable truth he holds onto is his search for his lighthouse – his soul mate. When fate throws Cordelia in his path, he's unprepared but can't stay away. Her siren call sings a song he can't ignore. He sees in her a kindred spirit, and possibly the one he’s searched long nights to find. Will Cordelia be the key to unlock his heart?
When his own dark past catches up with him, will he risk his life for love?
I unzipped his jeans and lowered both them and his boxers over his hips, exposing his throbbing hard cock. The plump head full and ripe, ready for whatever I had in mind. He arched, sending his cock high in the air and toward my face. Zach was consumed by lust, emotions, and my scent.
“Please,” he whispered.
My hand surrounded his shaft as I pumped up and down, listening to him groan, and fighting the urge to mount and ride him hard, fast, and dirty. The silk of my shirt caressed my nipples, teasing me further. My hips rotated and swayed from side to side, my inner thighs rubbed my pulsing clit, and I moaned as I attempted to assuage the deep ache on my own.
The sweet taste of banana cream flowed down my throat as I inhaled the primal desires of lust.
A sharp crack sounded in the steamy, spinning room, and then a painful sting rent its way through my body. I turned my head, and there was Sol, kneeling behind my naked ass with his hand up and eyebrow raised.
“If you needed something, you could have asked,” he said in a smooth, even tone. I couldn’t tell if he was turned on, irritated, angry, or jealous. Maybe he was none of those things. I mean, who was I to him? And what did it matter who I screwed?
I tried to clear my throat on a hasty rebuttal, but my voice seemed lost, and suddenly, I deflated. A mess of emotions slid over my usually tough skin, and I started trembling. Then I realized I must have let my shields down when I’d fallen asleep, so sure Sol would keep me safe. The hazy spell I was under dissipated, leaving me bereft. The darker side retreated back into the holes of me, and I lay vulnerable and exposed to all the emotional energy around me.
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My Newest book published on April 21st, called Duality. Featuring Cordelia Kelly and Sol Winterborn. Duality is a paranormal, urban fantasyish novel that is 50K words about Empaths and Elemental powers.
I've been writing for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first story when I was in seventh grade--A first person account of an entire summer. I went through a massive teen angst poetry phase, and I have notebooks and binders filled with prose.
Over a year ago, Ceithin and Aurelia showed up in my head. They yapped incessantly, demanding I sit and tell their story. After a month or two of being woken up with harsh whispers, I started writing. They haven't stopped, and in fact, brought friends. Now my head is filled with stories, scenes, snippets and crazy people.
Cue Law and Order music here: dun, dun.
These are their stories.
I write with emotion, occasionally a temper and I let my words flow free. I dabble in paranormal, contemporary romance, erotic fiction and darker urban fantasy.
Oh, and hey... I'm a Virgo.