Thursday, April 21, 2016

A Taste of Thursday

A little tasty taste of one of my wips...
I have not been writing as much as I'd like due to life happening and a day job, but I do like what I've got so far...

Enjoy... From my wip: Dark Burn

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“I know what you are, little bird.” His voice came out so low, so smug.

Priya’s heart banged against her chest. She licked her lips and stood as still as possible. If he knew…did that make him a shade? Gran had warned her she’d run into them and they were relentless hunters, they always caught their mark. It was how she lost her father. It was why she remained the last in her lineage. Every bone in her body urged her to take flight, to get as far away as possible.

Nicholas stepped back. “I’ll be seeing you.”

Priya bolted, running for all she was worth until she found the tree line. She shifted mid jump over a log and flapped her wings as hard and fast as possible. Her bird form shuddering from exertion as the darkening sky embraced her. Her tail feathers caught flames just as they had when she was little, before she could control her emotions. Fear coiled around her heart as she concentrated on the drifts in the breeze, trying to calm herself so the flames would go out.

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Thursday, April 14, 2016

A Taste of Thursday with Torie James

***Giveaway closed: winner Monica Corwin***


Thursdays are reserved for tasty treats from books and wips. Today I have Ms. James on the blog with a tasty taste of her new dark erotica release Fractured Fantasies V 2. 

I will be doing a giveaway of both Volume 1 and Volume 2. All you have to do is leave a comment... here's the kick- it has to relate to the content of this post. So read the excerpt, read what the author says...then comment on it and you will be entered to win 2 e-books Fractured Fantasies V1 &2.
Giveaway ends Sunday April 17th (Morning of)

Excerpt:
Excerpt from Nevermore (Fractured Fantasies, Volume II)

"Snorkeling. Diving. Windsurfing. Hiking. These are a few of my favorite things."

Lennie blinked sluggishly, shaking her head to clear the sedating haze forming. "Sorry. What?"

Allan smirked, his hand sliding into hers casually. "Nothing says love more than a bride already bored."

"I wasn't bored. It's just that I wasn't listening."

"Aren't you supposed to be stroking my ego?" He moved closer, free hand resting on her hip and smoothly pushing her back into a leafy alcove, the fronds thick enough to hide them.

"Is that what we're calling it? Your ego?" Lennie reached down, running fingers over the fly of his pants and licking her lips seductively.

Allan's breath quickened, hand tightening as he backed her up against a tall tree, his mouth claiming hers in rising desire. That was all it took, one kiss and she began to frantically pull at her clothing and his.

This time, it was Allan who put the kibosh on.
He grabbed her hands, stepping back with a seductive grin. "C'mon, I want to show you the view from the Falls. And by view, I mean you on your knees and me behind you."

Lennie shivered in anticipation. "Make it happen, Cap'n."

Allan chuckled, guiding her onto a worn path that circled upwards in varying degrees with each few feet. Curiously, there appeared to be no other tourists coming down, but that only strengthened her desire to be alone with him.
Tranquil from a distance but deafening up close, the cascades of water conjured equally powerful emotions in Lennie's brain. It quite took her breath away. It was simply spectacular, the most magnificent sight she had ever beheld.

Until she turned to see Allan's eyes trained on her and forgot everything else. Dreamy bliss decorated his gaze, sending a sharp, lovely thrill through her. She moved close, wrapping her arms around him and tilting her head back to smile. "How do you do it? One look and I'm melting faster than a bomb pop on a hot summer day."

"Is that a compliment?" His hands settled low on her hips.

"Yes. No one has ever made me feel the way you do."

"No one else ever will." He grinned, lowering his head to sweep a kiss across her mouth.

"No one else will ever need to," she whispered, moving closer and slowly unbuttoning his top, sliding hands into the opening. She danced a light touch over the bulge of muscle, the smooth valley of sinewy perfection. Breathlessly, she reared up a bit and darted out a tongue near his right nipple, a soft sound escaping from them both.

His masculine groan fueled her own fire, the sleek and shameless grind of his body against hers igniting the ever-simmering fire he constantly created. She lost herself in him, opening her lips at the insistent push of his questing tongue, his big warm hands on her hips. His fingers danced down, then back up under her skirt, touching the lacy edge of her panties teasingly.  Their bodies shifted, her legs parting and allowing him better access, an action he didn't hesitate to make the most of. His thick fingers slid between the elastic of her panties once more, diving into her moist heat like a hot knife through butter.

Panting, moaning and urging him on, Lennie's hips rocked into his touch, tiny whimpers of need lost in the ravenous kiss they shared. Her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure, body growing languid by leaps and bounds that created the sensation of flying.


Or falling.

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Blurb:
In the burning lands of rapturous fulfillment and unrequited desire, one false step can lead down the path towards delicious destruction. Impassioned appeals, sinful seductions and fevered longings can often hide degrees of twisted tenderness but don't be fooled. Not all prisons have bars, silence can be deadly and even the sweetest face conceals monstrous insanity. Tread lightly, choose well or find sexual satisfaction at the dead end of one-way street.

Book One – The Factory
A glittering citadel born from blood money and power tripping provides the perfect stage for its mysterious owner and his young, dazzling wife. Before the final act is called and the curtain falls, they'll both be tested to the limits of their personal, moral compasses. And neither of theirs point true north.

Book Two – Nevermore
Newlyweds on a romantic, Spanish honeymoon find themselves battling against stereotypes after a short engagement leads to a much longer commitment. In the shadows of infatuation, however, lay the groundwork for a cruel coupling that even death cannot part.



Book Three – The Nomad
In a post-apocalyptic, dystopian future, one young warrior woman travels the world in search of help against The Great Evil. When her travels take her far underground to the lair of the last great Champion, she finds duty mixing with desire and a tender temptation that threatens her mission.



I'd sat down with intentions to write only ONE volume for what became this series but my Dark Muse thought otherwise.

I'm entirely comfy writing paranormal romance, along with sub-genres like fantasy, sci-fi, etc. Erotica, however, was a field I never dreamt of taking but all it took was one person to double dog dare me and here we are.

I'm a huge fan of older shows such as The Twilight Zone, Night Gallery, Outer Limits, Tales from the Darkside and Tales from the Crypt. I wanted to write dark erotica with those shows in mind, those tales of erasing the lines between good and bad, blurring the limits of decadence and darkness and as always, learning valuable lessons only when it's too late.

I'd like to think I've conquered that challenge with these lush, dangerous and sexy offerings.

Past the shadows of lust and temptation there is a secret dimension of dark, forbidden desires. Abandon rational thought and step into a world of shattering rapture, furious ecstasy and burning secrets. Worship the flesh and submit to carnal seduction but remember passion comes at a high price. What are you willing to pay?

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Monday, April 11, 2016