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Question from the Inbox: Are your books in print?
Answer: I have plans to release the Stormy Weather stories in a print anthology. I’m currently investigating the best option for that. When the plans solidify, I’ll be sure to send out a note to my mailing list. (Hint hint, sign up.)
Currently, I’m running a poll about print copies. Please take a minute to complete it (only 4 questions!)
Happy 2012!
I can hardly believe that it’s January of 2012. Where does the time go?
I’ve met so many wonderful people in the last year. It’s impossible to name them all. I truly understand how Oscar winners feel. So many people contribute to to others’ success and lives. So many have contributed to my success and to my life.
I look back at 2011 and smile. So much happened. I have so much to reflect on and share. But for now, I just want to wish everyone a very happy New Year. I hope it’s filled with fantastic things and plenty of sexiness.
~ Selena
Please help me give today’s guest a warm welcome. Taige Crenshaw is here with an excerpt from Power of Instinct. Available from Total-E-Bound, Power of Instinct is book two of the Blackstone Haven series. Heads up, paranormal lovers, this is a novel length ebook. Get your copy.
A familiar man of two souls will walk beside you. He will protect you with his animal soul. His human spirit will shelter you when you most need. Before the final step to merge your body and soul is taken, a choice must be made.
Sinai Blackstone never expected the prophecy she had to fulfill would create such complications. Her reasons for going against the prophecy are sound. But when Ian finds out, it isn’t just the prophecy that is affected. Sinai isn’t prepared to deal with all that being with Ian entails. There is so much more than fulfilling some family legend at stake. Her heart, soul, and very life are on the line.
Ian McIntyre knows that Sinai believes she did what’s for the best. Yet, she has no clue their joining is beyond even what she could know. It isn’t about choice. It’s just meant to be. He would face legends for her. Give his life if needed. There was no choice for him. He would be with Sinai no matter the cost. Nothing will stand in his way–not Sinai and her stubborn pride, not death that is stalking her, nor anything on this earth or any plane. Sinai is his other half, the match for his soul, blood, and body.
When it becomes primal, there is no other way to handle legacies, destiny, and prophecy except… to go with your Power of Instinct.
Now for that Excerpt
“Ian!” she screamed.
“No need to shout. I’m in here.” Ian’s voice came from her living room.
“What is Einstein doing with McGee and Reid? Heck, what is your whole animal farm doing with them? You—” Sinai stepped into the living room, then stopped.
She walked over and examined the big screen TV that took up the whole wall between her two bay windows. There was a lot of space between them, meaning that was a whole lot of TV. She had heard tales of Ian’s TV from her various family members and friends who went to his house to watch games or a movie. Sinai took a breath, trying to be calm.
“What’s going on?” she asked slowly as she turned to Ian.
He was leaning back on her couch, his arms behind his head and his crossed legs extended before him. Her gaze dropped, taking in how his jeans cupped his cock and encased his legs. Heat flooded her. She shifted.
“Since I’m moving in until after your birthday, I’ll need my things.”
Sinai blinked, sure she had heard him wrong. She shook her head. Ian nodded, a smug smile on his face.
“Hell, no!” Sinai roared.
She smacked away the soap. Ian’s hand flashed up, and he caught it. He stood in a lazy motion then walked in a loose-legged gait. Sinai’s heart started to race. She felt as if she was being stalked. She stood her ground as Ian walked right up to her.
He leant down and said softly, “Don’t test me, Nai.”
“You’re not moving in here. It’s not necessary,” she insisted.
Ian’s eyes dilated, then he said in a low tone, “Are you challenging me?”
Sinai raised her head. “On this I am.”
Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2011.
All Rights Reserved, Total E Bound.
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Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine’s, and sexy hero’s. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.
Today’s special guest is Samantha Hunter and she brings a yummy excerpt from her upcoming release Straight to the Heart. Fun, fun!
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Joanna had rarely felt chemistry like this, not this fast anyway.
Thinking he was going to turn around to walk out, she moved to follow, but he leaned down to get some plastic from the floor where it had dropped from the packing. Legs tangled, arms flailed, and a second later, Joanna was sprawled on the firm mattress with Callahan spread over the top of her.
The cool air from the AC on her bare feet made her shiver – or was that from the heat from the heavy length of his body that was burning into hers?
“Um,” she said, licking her lips and looking up at him. He didn’t move. She didn’t ask him to.
He felt good. Heavy, masculine and hard. She had to force herself not to widen her thighs and arch against him. It was almost embarrassing.
Except that he seemed to be having the same trouble – more so because he couldn’t hide his reaction, his heavy shaft pressing into the crux of her thigh.
“Don’t do that,” he said, his breath sounding a little short.
“Don’t do what?”
“Lick your lips like that.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. She couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t moved yet.
“I should probably get up,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek.
“Yeah.”
“But I really don’t want to,” he admitted, and she might have imagined it, but it seemed that he pressed himself against her thigh ever so slightly.
Heat streamed through her, making her wet and all too close to the edge. All he’d have to do is edge one of those thighs down in between – or any part he wanted – and she’d be gone.
Resisting temptation never had been one of her strong suits.
He dipped in suddenly, fusing his lips to hers, diving his fingers into her hair and wiping her mind clean of anything but him.
The surprise of it shook her, and Joanna opened underneath him, her lips parting, her thighs opening, her arms sliding around his massive torso as she gave herself over.
For the first time in her life, she knew what it was like to be truly carried away by the moment. By a kiss. By a man.
“This is better than I even imagined,” he whispered into her ear, taking a break to catch a breath, and drawing the tip of his tongue along the lobe.
Joanna had to bite her lip hard to stop from moaning in pleasure at the contact.
“So you’ve been fantasizing about me, huh?” she said, trying to reach for something light, something to ward off the intensity that had exploded between them.
“From the second I saw you,” he admitted, much to her surprise, as he drew back and looked straight down into her face. She could tell by his face that he wasn’t lying.
His gaze dropped to her mouth again. She wanted him to kiss her again almost more than she wanted to breathe, and that scared the daylights out of her. As much as she enjoyed sex, usually men wanted her more than she wanted them.
“Maybe we should get up now,” she said, trying to control her voice and her breathing as something close to panic set in.
She didn’t know why; she wanted him, and she wasn’t afraid of him. But at the same time her body was screaming for him, her mind was sending out red alerts.
“Are you sure?” he asked, not moving.
His hand slid up the side of her ribcage, his thumb moving lightly over a nipple, making her suck in a breath and arch, even though she tried to stop her reaction.
“You’re my boss,” she said, unsure what relevance that would have, but apparently she hit the right key.
He stilled, pressed up tight against her, staring down.
“I would never use that. Not in this way,” he said seriously, his hand dropping to the side of her. “Not at all. In fact, I’ve never slept with anyone I worked with, though I have to admit, none of the people I worked with were as hot as you.”
“I-I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t. . .seem like the type to coerce someone into sleeping with you. It’s just that. . .it can make things complicated.”
“Yeah, sometimes. Is there someone else? Are you worried about your ex?”
“No to both,” she said, knowing that she was just opening the door she really should be closing.
“Good,” he said, looking down at her intently. “I’m fine with being your in-between. Your rebound guy,” he said, leaning down to nuzzle her throat in a way that made her melt again. “We could have some fun,” he promised. “No strings attached. At work, it’s just work. No pressure.”
So, so tempting.
Joanna wasn’t sure she wanted to say no. What was the harm, after all?
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Today’s special guest is Eliza Gayle with an excerpt from her latest release Power Play. If you like a little bondage with your romance, give this one a look. Be sure to check out that gorgeous cover. Makes you look at rope in a whole new way, doesn’t it?
If you want to see what else Eliza has in store, be sure to check out her website: http://www.elizagayle.net
She wants the escape. He wants control. They both need love.
Jennifer Croft is at the peak of her career. As a bondage model at Altered Ego, she’s become the crème de la crème of the fetish world, ensuring herself a top spot in her profession. The world is her oyster. Her personal life on the other hand… It’s not pretty. Only her fascination with pain play keeps the ghosts of her past at bay.
After tragedy sends Daegan McKenna to the South for a much needed change of pace, the last thing he expects to find is a closet submissive hiding in plain sight. She’s hot-tempered and in denial — a heady combination that brings out the dominant looking for a challenge. He’s already loved and lost more than one man should, but the haunted look in her eyes prompts him to make her an offer. He’ll indulge her darkest fantasies, if she’ll agree to give up control. Then he’ll let her go.
Unfortunately, the past never stays in the past and old insecurities cause complications neither of them wanted. Now temporary is not enough.
EXCERPT:
Jennifer licked her lips and nodded. When the door closed behind Murphy, she retreated back to the fantasy she’d begun. This time Daegan pushed a thigh between her legs and brushed against her hot spot for a brief second, her keening cry of need slipping from her lips. He took a knee and placed his face at pussy level where he teased her with hot puffs of air directed across her quaking flesh before dragging a thick finger through her sopping folds.
In the distance she heard someone say something, and then her legs were lifted and bent behind her so they could be attached to the rigging at her wrists. Daegan disappeared from between her thighs, and her pussy squeezed in protest. Reality and fantasy swirled in her head while Murphy lifted her in place. She wasn’t in a scene with Daegan. This was her job. She was about to be on display in front of every single person of influence in the industry. She’d already overheard Chase talking about how many organizations and media outlets were represented tonight.
“Last piece, Jennifer. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She pushed the word through her lips. Anything to take her mind away from its insane direction.
Murphy wrapped his hand with the long, single braid of her blonde hair and pulled. “You know the drill. The more you move, the more it will hurt. Although this crowd will appreciate any pain you experience from your predicament bondage. So let’s give them a show…”
“Go ahead,” she urged. She no sooner said the words than pain exploded in the tender skin under her hair. Tears sprang to her eyes and threatened to fall. Jennifer relaxed, letting the painful sensation wash over her. This was what she wanted. This distraction. The reminder of who and what she was. Daegan wanted a submissive to shape and bend to his will, and she was simply a pain slut looking for a fix.
“Open your eyes, Jennifer.”
The words were whispered at her ear, Murphy’s hot breath bathing her skin. She lifted her lids and blinked at the eerie glow of the black light filling the room. The Dark Room had been transformed into the sensational play space it was meant to be. People mingled in nearly every inch of the small area, and the energy and excitement rushed over her, leaving her light-headed and thrumming for more. Her pulse pounded in her ears.
And then she saw him.
The crowd parted, and there along the black wall stood her sexy Irishman. Dark hair hung loose around his broad shoulders, which framed his strong jaw perfectly. The tailored shirt and slacks he wore fit in all the right places, reminding her just how hard he felt standing against her. Despite the many men and women standing around him, his gaze was all over her, drinking in every inch of her glowing skin. All the emotion and aching need from the last hour came crashing down on her. All she could picture was him taking her. Pushing his cock between her legs where she was wet and more than ready to take him.
Instead his hot stare said it all. He wanted her, and he would have her. She didn’t have a doubt in her mind it was what he thought. And for the first time in several years, a paralyzing fear seized her. What if she never survived?
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Pay with a Tweet – the service I use to allow readers to pay for the book via a tweet on twitter (the story gets promotion, you get a free book – win win!) is supposed to allow Facebook users to pay via a Facebook post. But for whatever reason, that option appears to be broken.
So.
Step One: If you post the following message to your Facebook wall (not my wall – we need to spread the wolves… er, word):
I just downloaded A Cajun Werewolf Christmas (paranormal romance – the Happily Ever After to the Stormy Weather Saga) by Selena Blake. Get your copy here: Step Two: Then send me a link to your wall via email, I’ll reply to your email with a PDF copy of A Cajun Werewolf Christmas. Please make sure to put Facebook – ACWC in the subject of your email so I can get to it ASAP. Please allow 24 hours for delivery since I’m doing these by hand. This offer is good until December 15th, 2011. Please note that if your page is set to private I’ll have to friend you and you’ll have to approve the friendship so I can see the post about ACWC. Status messages = post. You don’t need to make a blog post about it. But hey, if you want to, great.
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Easy enough?
Step one: post about ACWC on your Facebook wall.
Step two: email Selena.
Step three: enjoy a Happily Ever After.
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I’m running a special promotion right now on Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (Book 3 in the Stormy Weather series).
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Curious about Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf?
(previously titled Bound and Determined – completely rewritten)
Ultra sexy werewolf Laurent Deveraux thinks that Violet, the love of his life, died two hundred years ago until she shows up in New Orleans looking for him.
Violet, now a vampire, thinks she’s someone else. Her powerful and dangerous sire has bound her memories, taught her how to kill and Laurent is her next target.
Laurent is determined to awaken her memories and her undying passion before danger steals her away again.
Stormy Weather: Book 3
Erotic Paranormal Romance (werewolf, vampire, New Orleans, hurricane)
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Hello and welcome back to Snippet Saturday! This week’s theme: Holidays. Happy Thanksgiving to those of you who are still in a turkey coma.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the excerpt from Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf.
“Can I get anyone anything?” Burke asked. “I guess we should go ahead and start dinner. I can hear stomachs growling.”
Angel laughed.
A moment later, Jules and André carried a huge cooler into the kitchen. “I hope you have space for this beast, cousin.”
Frowning, Burke strode over to the kitchen. They flipped open the lid and he saw a massive turkey stuffed in between blocks of dry ice. His gaze swerved to Amanda’s and then Kendall’s.
“What is it?” she asked with the shy grin he loved so much.
“That, my dear, is a twenty five pound turkey. Just in time for Thanksgiving.” Amanda turned in her seat. “I assumed you’d be alone and I didn’t want all that meat going to waste. So Sebastian said we could bring it with us.”
Burke laughed. He opened the freezer and took out a dozen steaks. Kendall appeared at his side and helped him move meatballs and bags of chili onto the counter.
I’m so glad you know…now I don’t have to hide my appetite anymore.
For a moment he felt a pang of regret that she’d not been eating her fill lately. But that was all going to change.
It’s all right. She put a hand on his arm and smiled.
Behind them, André and Jules wrestled the turkey into the freezer.
“We’ll get you something yummy for Thanksgiving,” he murmured and then gave her a quick kiss.
But with their excellent hearing, the other men in the room turned and looked at him.
“Something else?” Laurent asked.
“Kendall’s vegetarian,” Burke said. He felt the weight of everyone’s gaze but he was not going to back down. He thought it rather cute that a werecoyote was a vegetarian.
“What do you eat for Thanksgiving?” Amanda asked, clearly worried.
“Tofurkey,” Kendall said simply.
Don’t forget to check out the other Saturday Snippet authors for more excerpts!
This is it! The answer to your Stormy Weather questions. While this isn’t a traditional romance by any stretch, I prefer to think of it as a glimpse of happily ever after or how my Cajun werewolves spend their first Christmas as a pack.
(The Happily Ever After)
paranormal romance – the final Stormy Weather story
Join Deveraux Pack for their first Christmas together. With Angel and Jules’ wedding days away, the pack braces the snow and cold for an unforgettable day. The men place a bet to see who can come up with the best baby present. And Mother Nature provides one last surprise for everyone.
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