Thursday, January 21, 2016

Warrior's Possession - New Cover Reveal!

Some exciting news to share today – well, for me at least. :D  the brand new, delicious cover for Warrior's Possession! This updated re-release will be available for pre-order in the coming days. (And don't forget, if you want to get your hands on a set of autographed first edition print copies of all three Medieval Warrior's Legends, head over to GoodReads, where I'm giving away two sets – these print books are very Limited Editions and are not available anymore).

Gillian and Royce are two characters near and dear to my heart, and while I was very excited when Warrior's Possession first hit last summer, I did have some reservations about the cover – I wanted Royce on it, though it wasn't practical to do so at that time. Now that the rights to all three books have reverted, I've gotten the chance to bring both Gillian and Royce to life the way I truly want them to be. This is also the book that's so hot, it fried my friend's Kindle! You can read all about that here:

Here's a bit more about the book, and an excerpt to warm you up on this cold winter's day:

Wed on the king's command, she finds an Unexpected Passion!
Upon her father's death, Lady Gillian Marlowe is ordered by King Edward I to wed Royce Langley, the Earl of Montchester. Worried she is being offered up as little more than a sacrifice in a political game, Gillian is surprised to find herself intrigued by her arrogant and infuriating husband.

Tasked with ridding the border along Wales of rebels who seek to unseat the king, Royce finds subterfuge and secrets everywhere, even with his beautiful wife. Though he only agreed to the marriage because of the king's order, he finds himself both fascinated and incensed by Gillian at every turn. She tries his patience, defies his orders and places herself in danger. To keep her in line, he spanks her, binds her to his bed and dominates and torments her, not only to ensure her submission, but also to coerce her into revealing her secrets. But even that is not enough to subdue her stubborn determination to stand beside him and defend her home and people.

Discovering his wife enjoys the same dark pleasures Royce does stirs more confusion. He has sworn never to fall for a woman's wiles, but his wife captivates him in ways he never expected and she stirs a desire deeper than any he has ever known. Trusting her is another matter, as he fears Gillian may bring about his downfall with her continued secrets, which he views as an attempt to undermine his authority.

The rebel attacks increase and danger lurks everywhere. Gillian falls under suspicion as the traitor, despite her vows of loyalty. Royce must overcome his mistrust and find a way to maintain his possession of Gillian as they battle the enemies both within and without, if there is any hope for them to save each other.

*** Featuring A Kinky Twist on History! Includes male domination, bondage, spanking, anal sex and so much more!

Here's that excerpt:

"I seem to lose patience all too easily when you insist on taking such foolish risks."

Gillian narrowed her eyes. The derision in his tone fueled the defiance she struggled to hold at bay.

"With or without guards, I am capable of defending myself."

The corners of his mouth lifted, accompanied by a muffled laugh. His amusement sent her anger soaring. She turned to leave, unwilling to endure any more of his mockery. As she passed, he grabbed her arm.

"You are very much at ease despite the talk of rebels. How can you defend yourself? With your hawks?"

The disdain with which he tossed the words twisted in Gillian's stomach like a rusted knife. Her skill with a bow and arrow was admired by all her father's men. She had trained hard to prove herself worthy of being her father's heir. She would prove it to the earl as well.

"You know nothing of my abilities." She met his gaze, daring him to question her further.

"True, I do not. But I will know everything about you ere long."

The urge to look away grew, but Gillian resisted. She wouldn't cower before him, though she sensed his words held a more subtle meaning, judging from the heat flaming in his eyes.

"Tell me, Lady Gillian, how would you defend yourself against a horde of Welsh rebels on horses? Your pretty jeweled eating dagger may impress your servants and villagers, but 'twill provoke nothing but laughter from a savage band of murderers."

"I can take a man from his horse at fifty paces with a longbow."

The earl nodded. "Very well, suppose you could take out one, perhaps two men before the others, maybe twice as many as your guards, reached you. Your longbow will do no good at close range. Then what, Lady Gillian? Who will save you then?"

The words to respond eluded her. She looked away, silently cursing his triumph.

"You know nothing of warfare and rebel attacks. I can't help wondering again at your confidence in your safety. Perhaps you're involved more than you say. Perhaps you aided the Welsh during this last war."

Gillian met his steady gaze. A shuttered coolness now replaced the earlier heat.

"I would never..."

"Wouldn't you? Your stepmother has a lover, possibly Welsh. Perhaps you do as well. Perhaps 'tis your 'guard'. Perhaps you intended to meet him tonight and that's why you are so anxious to be rid of me."

The sound of her palm cracking against his cheek echoed through the mews. His head turned slightly under the force of the blow. Tension crackled between them, like lightning during a spring storm. Once again, the birds stirred restlessly in response to the turmoil. A wave of fear dimmed her rage as she realized she had struck her future husband. The king's favorite. She held her breath, waiting for the punishment sure to follow.

"Men have died for less than what you dare."

His voice, low and menacing, terrified her more than if he had shouted. His eyes glittered and his fury smelled of brimstone. She trembled, fright making her knees weak, and she might have fallen had he not grabbed her arm. His grip tightened as he jerked her roughly against him. Only the restless movements of the hawks broke the silence.

Gillian tried to pull free, without success. A brief recollection of his coarse treatment of Anne skittered through her jumbled thoughts, and she tugged again. This time, he pulled her still closer, his other hand cupping the back of her head as his mouth suddenly claimed hers with a punishing kiss.

Fear consuming her, once more she tried to pull away, but his fingers bit into her arm and tightened in her hair. His mouth continued its assault, bruising her lips. She stood in his harsh embrace, her hands coming to rest on his chest, waiting for an opportunity to shove at him. Panic taunted her, but she kept it at bay, determined not to show her terror. At that moment, a strange thing happened.

Her body warmed and a strange feathery delight blossomed in her belly. She found herself responding to the demands of his mouth. The kiss softened, just a little, and a hint of pleasure burst into a decadence she'd never imagined. A strange calm came over her as his lips now moved gently over hers. When he drew away, she found herself disappointed.

He raised his head. No longer did she find fury in his gaze. Instead, flames flickered amid something she did not recognize, something alluring. The remnants of fear rapidly faded, replaced by curiosity. She leaned closer, trying to understand the emotion she read. Her breasts tightened, her gown suddenly confining. She'd never had such a physical reaction to a mere stare. Then again, she'd never been kissed like that before. The few pecks one of her father's men had given her had not stirred anything even remotely similar to the powerful sensations taking over her body now.

To her surprise, the expression on his face softened more. He looked as though he might smile. His grip on her arm loosened, but he didn't release her, instead holding her close with a firm yet gentle grip. His fingers moved along the sensitive underside of her arm and she sucked in a breath at the slither of warmth along her spine.

Enthralled by the heated glow in his golden eyes, Gillian didn't resist. Forgotten was her anger over his arrogant words, her fear he'd demand retribution for her actions. Her sole focus remained on the hold of his gaze and the way the closeness made him seem larger, more powerful. New emotions swelled, confusing her, yet exciting her at the same time. Her heart pounded, and beneath her palms, his heart thumped just as vigorously.

He yanked her more fully against him. His fingers on her chin tilted her head back so she looked into his face. Darkened to a deep amber, his intense gaze warmed. Slowly, he lowered his head and Gillian realized he meant to kiss her again. This time she recognized she wanted him to.

His lips brushed softly, once, twice and then again. She remained motionless when he embraced her. The kiss grew more potent, the pressure of his lips increasing. Unlike the last kiss, this one stirred heat slowly, yet steadily until she thought she might combust. Her body slackened and she melted, returning his kiss.

Excitement surged. Her head swirled with dizzying emotions. The tender way he held her, this warrior knight, exhilarated her. She never wanted the kiss to end.

The tip of his tongue brushed against her lips and her eyes flew open in surprise. His golden eyes, so like her hawk's, met hers. Then his tongue brushed against her lips again, parting them and plunging inside to sweep her mouth. Her knees would have buckled had he not held her. She sighed at the blissful stirrings. A sea of clouds surrounded her, blinding her to everything but his captivating kiss.

Her sex tightened when he deepened the kiss further, his hand brushing across her breast. He cupped her flesh and gave a gentle squeeze. A violent quiver swept over her. She wanted more of this tempting, wicked delight.

**** Stay tuned for more info including pre-order availability and the release date for Warrior's Possession!

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Enter to Win! First Edition Print Copies of the Medieval Warrior's Series!

Check out your chance to win! I'm giving away two complete autographed sets of the first three books in the Medieval Warrior's Series! And all you have to do is head on over to Goodreads and enter with one click - here's the link:

I'm working on getting the button link so you can simply enter by clicking from here - stay tuned as my far less techy side wades through all the instructions! lol Though, a little more seriously, there are issues I just don't want to deal with at this particular moment, so the fix is coming eventually. But way quicker than that sounds.

In any case, you have from now, January 5, until February 4, 2016 to get your name in the basket for a chance to win! Be warned, these books are seriously hot, dangerous and not for the faint of heart. Go here to find out how Warrior's Possession fried my dear friend's Kindle:

Are you brave enough to venture into the world of knights and ladies, outlaws and thieves, men and women who took from each other what they wanted - and needed?

Take the journey with Marissa and Ian, Aeron and Rowan and Gerard, and most of all, the pair who started it all - Gillian and Royce. Their exhilarating passion will leave you breathless!

Saturday, January 2, 2016

It's Release Day for Norseman's Deception

Great news today - Norseman's Deception is available at all major e-book retailers! Book 2 in The Norsemen Sagas comes hot on the heels of Book 1, Norseman's Revenge, an Amazon UK Best Selling Viking Romance and tells the story of Thora and Ari, two lone travelers whose separate journeys collide in ways they never imagined. And just like Book 1, Norseman's Deception features A Kinky Twist on History! including bondage, spanking and more! 

Here are all the places Norseman's Deception is available for purchase :

And here's a little more about the book, as well as the cover – and check out an excerpt below (but be careful, NSFW! lol): 
** He saved her life – can the gods save her heart and soul from the mysterious loner's dark desires? **

Fearing an arranged marriage, Thora Korisdotter flees her village, vowing never to return. With her two pet wolves beside her, she is confident in her safety, protected by the loyal animals. But outlaws attack, wounding one of her beloved pets. Only a mysterious stranger saves her from certain death. Now in his debt, she must repay him as he asks – with her body.

After being cast out of his clan as an outlaw, Ari Hugisson has wandered for years. The time of his banishment is nearing its end, and Ari has the proof he needs to clear his name and unmask the real murderer – his brother. His journey is delayed when he comes across a beautiful woman under attack. Compelled to save her, he also knows exactly how to claim the debt she owes, using the passion lurking under the surface of her fiery nature.

Betrayal cuts deep with the revelation Ari has lied and knows well the man Thora was to wed. But the passion he stirs is unlike anything she has ever known, even if he insists on treating her as little more than a slave.

When Ari confronts those who would see him killed, will Thora stand beside him, even at the risk of losing her family – and her heart?

** Contains explicit love scenes featuring A Kinky Twist on History! bondage, spanking and more!

Thora hitched a breath, her vision blurred with tears. Despite her anger at the way Ari had spanked her, need ran through her with such force, she had little strength to resist. How could the pain of his punishment spark such hunger, make her want to once again feel the blinding delight he'd given her earlier?

The intensity of her desire frightened her. She'd never imagined such passion truly existed, despite seeing the deep love her father and stepmother shared. To experience some of it for herself left her stunned and exhilarated, excited and terrified, all at the same time.

When Ari's fingers gently wiped away her tears, she nearly threw herself on him. What was wrong with her? She should be furious with how he'd treated her, but the burning soreness in her bottom throbbed through her in an oddly pleasant manner, feeding her desire instead.

Silence hung heavily between them, only her ragged breaths breaking the quiet of the night. He pulled her near and she made no attempt to resist, seeking the heat of his lips as they neared hers.

At the first contact, he devoured her and she let him, meeting the harsh thrusting of his tongue driving deep into her mouth. A growing awareness of what she wanted, no, needed, sparked within, and the desire to resist faded further.

For what seemed hours, he did nothing more than kiss her with a hunger she feared might consume her. When he finally drew his mouth from hers, she opened her eyes to find in his a lust that surely matched her own.

Why did it seem that he roused something in her she had never even realized she had been missing? Even with her hands bound, after he'd spanked her, she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the fire of passion. As if something had been absent within her, something Ari brought to life in a way that left her reeling.

The last of her determination to resist crumbled to dust. She wanted the fire he stoked. Having tasted the bliss his touch could bring, she found herself with a hunger for more. The last vestiges of embarrassment floated away on the evening breeze. Why shouldn't she seek her pleasure? No longer did she resent the leather binding her wrists. Despite the way his lips and tongue wreaked havoc on her senses, she had the presence of mind to realize he no longer held the trailing end of her bonds. She lifted her arms, letting her bound wrists settle against the back of his neck.

The sudden tensing of his body sent a shiver along her spine. The surprise in his stare sparked an instant of humor, one quickly chased by the untamed gleam that arose a moment later. Thora's heart tripped in its rapid rhythm.

"I think you like acting my slave."

The deep husk in his voice drew a responding heat in her core. She pressed against him, her sex needing the contact with his own hard and hot flesh.

"No, I merely seek my own pleasure."

The grin lighting his face grew positively feral. The sight called to her in a way that left her anticipating what was to come with an eagerness she'd never known before.

"Well, then, I shall do my best to give you that. After I've reached my own."

The brief spark of annoyance flared and faded. She didn't care anymore, she only wanted what he would give her. He'd already proven his masterful touch could inspire a ferocious desire that shattered her awareness of everything but him. She found she rather liked it, though the tiny voice of reason continued to warn of the danger that lie in such feelings. At that moment, he thrust his hips toward her, the heat of his hard shaft sliding along her sex chasing any remnants of caution to the wind.

Ari continued to move slowly against her, stirring her to the fever pitch of moments before. She arched toward him, pressing her mouth against his neck and kissing and licking the salty, heated skin. A wild quivering swept over him before he stilled.

She drew away and lifted her questioning gaze to his.

"Why did you stop?"
Ari ground his teeth to hold the climax threatening to explode at bay. The husky question, laced with frustration, combined with the feel of her slick and hot pussy, threatened to sever the already tenuous hold on the reins of his control and he wasn't even inside her yet. Her feisty passion combined with a healthy portion of innocence unleashed something primal within him he couldn't name.

"I am not yet ready." He forced the words through his clenched jaw, inhaling sharply when she undulated toward him, the flesh of her sex surrounding him nearly as delightful as if he were fully engulfed in her sheath.

He grabbed her hips. "Remain still."

The fire of annoyance flared in her dark gaze, but she said nothing. Was that a curt nod indicating he should continue, or merely a way to protect herself from more discomfort? Strangely, he sensed a struggle within her, one to hold back. How he understood she was as caught in the torrent as he, he'd never know for sure, but the instinct gave him the strength he needed to contain his riotous lust. A few more deep breaths and he was once more eager to continue without the threat of ending the joining too soon.

He slid one hand to her pussy, stroking the swollen flesh surrounding him. In a few moments, he would be completely inside her, her sweet sheath completely enclosing his cock. Beneath him, Thora moaned and trembled, her legs wrapped tight around his back. He barely had room to move, but somehow managed to shift enough so the tip of his cock rested at her opening.

He reached up and brushed the hair from her face. Her gaze snapped to his and in the depths of her dark eyes, he read the same passion that held him just as tenaciously.

"This will hurt."

Several moments passed before she responded.

"Do it. Now."

He wasted not a second more and thrust hard, taking her innocence in one stroke. She cried out. Now embedded within her heat, Ari forced himself to remain motionless to allow her to adjust to his invasion, though he desperately wanted to drive still more deeply into her body.

He studied her, eyes tightly shut, vestiges of pain lining her face. "Thora, look at me."

Slowly, her eyes opened and despite the pain pulling taut across her cheeks, he saw passion still flaming in her stare.

"Only pleasure now. I promise."

He didn't wait for her response, merely shifted inside her, a hint of the way he wanted to take her. Her eyes widened, a hoarse moan shaking out of her. He eased back, savoring her cry of delight, then slowly slid deeper within her.