Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Untamed (Dark Khimairans)


As the front door shut, leaving her alone in the house with Dante, Bailey felt a warmth at her back. She gulped. Dante was right behind her. When he'd sauntered in as if nothing happened in those damn tight jeans and no shirt, heat flooded her. Just looking into the man's golden gaze made her ache for him. She shouldn't. She knew it. But the way he moved, the way he spoke, her insides turned to mush even if she didn't want them to. Damn her betraying body. How dare it? Bailey tried to hold onto the anger even as Dante inched a little closer.

She felt the hot whisper before she heard Dante.

"Did you really carry me naked on your back?" His words were so low, so hot along her skin. Heat pooled between her legs. Damn it, she didn't react like this to guys! Anger. She needed to hold on to anger in order to stay sane near him.

Bailey moved forward, walking around the island. Her dragon flew off her shoulder and settled on the counter. She had to keep something between them. Once she felt sure enough to turn, she did. But he was there, and her hands met his hard form. Dante growled, or purred, or purr-growled she wasn't sure but it was so sexy. The sound nearly made her moan. What the hell was he doing to her? Despite her brain telling her to back away, Bailey didn't. Instead, she stared at his chest. The light dusting of hair intrigued her and the mark...the strange yet familiar brand on him took all of her attention. Her fingertips moved. She watched them, but couldn't seem to stop herself. She traced the circle slowly and then the tail.

Dante shivered beneath her touch. He grabbed the hand tracing the mark, and her gaze darted up to his. She nearly melted. He looked at her as if she were something to be devoured. His golden gaze dark, hooded, needy. Heat came off him in waves. His hand was hot on hers. He kept a firm grip, pushing her palm all the way down on his mark. He closed his eyes and groaned as if he gained pleasure off just that place being touched. Bailey didn't allow herself to stop, to think. When his molten gaze fell upon her again, she was lost to him.

~Untamed (Dark Khimairans) A Zodiac Shifter Paranormal Romance by Decadent Kane




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Monday, September 4, 2017

Interview: Decadent Kane "I don't put things together like most..."


For your reading pleasure, we'll be featuring each author with a story of her choice for the next few weeks. Some will include interviews, and all will include excerpts. 
Today's featured author is Decadent Kane.




1. What makes your stories unique?

As with any author, creativity comes in plot and characters. I think what makes mine different is I don't put things together like other people…

Example: Elves and Orgasm curses. 

Who thinks up these things?

Oh right- me. 😊


2. Is there a common thread that runs through your books?

Other than romance? LOL. With my elves, it's the kind of trouble they get into. With my new series…well we are all gonna have to read and find out *winks*.


3. Besides writing, what things are you most passionate about?


I'm extremely passionate about family, but I'm sure you expected that. What you might not expect is I'm also passionate about editing (my day job) and crafting.



4. Not limited to writing, what do you believe to be some of your greatest accomplishments so far?

Greatest accomplishments so far? 

Two beautiful girls who are super intelligent.

USA Today bestseller

Successful editing business (Wolfe Ross Editing)

Graduating College with BA in English



5. Name a few of your favorites (colors, TV shows, movies, stars, songs, etc.)


Movie: A Knight's Tale

TV: Supernatural (Dean is drool worthy)

Song: P!nk "You & Your Hand"

Author: Kresley Cole gives me an author boner 😊





Torren is days away from competing in the Draconic Challenge and earning the prize he needs to complete his magic credence. His sky-high dream of apprenticing with the Ancients is finally in sight. The last thing this solitary moon dragon needs is a mate dragging him down to earth, and a human one at that. Not that his body will listen. Dovie is minding her own business—literally—when a handsome stranger walks into her bookstore.

One spontaneous orgasm later, she’s left with no choice but to close up shop. The last thing she needs is an overbearing dragon dragging her to his mountain and telling her to shelve her dreams in favor of a stupid contest. Not that her body will listen. Torren and Dovie must fight their treacherous attraction to each other or sacrifice their ambitions forever. But moon dragon magic doesn’t choose lightly, and when darker forces shatter the peaceful mountain enclave the dragons call home, human and moon dragon alike will have to reconsider just what they need to achieve a happy ending.





Without thinking too hard on it, she reached up a shaking hand. Would his skin feel like a human’s or a reptile’s? When her flesh met his cheek, it was surprisingly warm and soft, human. His skin shimmered again with yellow brown scales, like a ripple of water, and then it was gone. Electricity shot up her arm.

Dovie jerked her hand back. The current sizzled straight to her core, heating her entire body, and she fell to her knees, moaning. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a lash of energy continuously lapped between her legs until it crested on the wave of a spontaneous orgasm. It crashed over her, curling her toes as the spasm slowed. Her breath came in short gasps and her hands shook as they held her up on the floor.

What the fuck was that?

“I think you need to come with me, Dovie.” The moon dragon had knelt down beside her. He didn’t try to help her up and she decided that was perfectly fine. She had no idea what had just happened, and until she did, she wasn’t sure touching him was a good idea. Her body had reacted to him, dramatically. She had no control and that scared the crap out of her.

Still in shock, she sat up. She wobbled as she stood, holding her arms out for balance. Once she found it, she gathered the nerve to look at him again. “I’m not sure I should.” She met his eyes. They hooded over with what she assumed was either desire or anger. He had a death grip on the book, his knuckles white. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Torren, and the choice isn’t exactly yours to make anymore, Duv.”


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