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Wednesday, 31 March 2021

Kryssie Fortune's Claimed as Theirs on my blog today #intense #sexual #romance


 

Claimed as Theirs.

Release Date 30.01.21

Publisher – Stormy Night Publications

Buy Links

 

Amazon.com

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08VGTLMG2/

 

Amazon UK

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08VGTLMG2/

 

Amazon CA

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08VGTLMG2/

 

Amazon Au

https://www.amazon.com.au/Claimed-as-Theirs-Kryssie-Fortune-ebook/dp/B08VGTLMG2

 

Blurb

 

When she is captured and thrown into a cage filled with ravenous vampires, Gwen assumes she will be devoured. But among the horde is a huge, terrifyingly powerful berserker who has other plans for her. She will belong not only to him, but to all of the vampires of his triad, and her beautiful body will be theirs to use and enjoy as thoroughly and shamefully as they please.

 

Gwen soon learns that her new masters will demand obedience from their little human, and it isn’t long before her defiance has earned her a painful, humiliating spanking. But even with tears still running down her blushing cheeks, her helpless arousal cannot be denied, and as she is claimed and ravaged again and again her pleas for mercy are soon lost amid her cries of pleasure.

 

Publisher’s Note: Claimed as Theirs is a stand-alone novel set in the same world as Taken as Theirs. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

  Excerpt PG

Naked, one arm twisted behind her back, Gwen stumbled down the spiral stairs. The stench of stale urine and filth stole her breath. The cacophony of hisses echoed toward them, chilling her soul. Red eyes peered through the darkness. Focused. Hungry. Inhuman. Fixed on her.

A huge natural cavern spread before her, colder than the North Pole. Iron bars stretched across its narrowest point, each thicker than a bodybuilder’s thigh. Mold crept from algae-covered puddles and stained the rock walls.

 One glance at the red-eyed, skeletal mob penned inside and her knees buckled. Goosebumps erupted over her naked body and her stomach churned. Pressed against their cage, blood-starved vampires waited, fangs bared as they howled for fresh meat—for her.

 Darkness blocked her vision until only the smell of neglect and dirt remained. Bile rose in her throat. Her muscles trembled like half-set Jell-O, and she struggled to breathe. If her captors tossed her in with those monsters, she’d be toast. Well… vampire catnip. Whatever, she’d end up dead.

 The fat warder’s breath came straight from a pigsty. His celery-stalk–thin friend sported enormous boils on his cheeks and hands. Don’t these creeps understand personal hygiene?

 The way Fatso groped her exposed breasts made her flesh creep. Until today she’d delighted in her Marilyn Monroe curves, but around this pervert, she felt dirty and ashamed. When the boil-covered guard unlocked the entrance, hungry blood-drinkers surged forward.

 The other guards approached the cage, nightsticks swinging. The prisoners howled, wrapped their arms around their heads, and dropped to the floor. Weakened by their hunger, they were no match for well-fed soldiers. Wary now, they backed off and formed a semicircle, penning her in the entrance.

Watching.

 Waiting.

 Drooling.

For her.

Fatso released her arm and whacked her between her shoulder blades. Her breasts bounced as she stumbled farther into the dark cavern. Behind her, the door shut with a clang. The sound of the oversized key turning in the lock sounded her death knell.

 She slammed one hand over her bare cunny and wrapped her other arm across her chest. Darkness choked her and terror froze her bones. As her eyes adjusted to blackness, a mass of ragtag creatures shuffled toward her. Their fangs gleamed through the cavern’s endless night.

 When her spine pressed against the bars, they felt like icicles branding her flesh. Worse, her generous curves stopped her squeezing between them. Her pulse hammered three hundred beats a minute.

Palms clammy, she batted away the filthy hands that clawed at her naked body. Not that she had a hope in hell of coming out of this alive. “I’m a trained killer. Come near me and die.”

 The feral vampires parted like the Red Sea before Moses. For one brief, beautiful moment, she thought her bluff scared them. No such luck.

 A giant of a man strode toward her, his muscles bulging beneath his black leather jerkin. Shaven-headed, with a goatee beard and neat moustache, he could have passed for a member of an old-style biker gang. His dominant swagger and bulk made her pulse pound in a mix of bone-deep attraction and stomach-churning fear. Again she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.

 This gorgeous man-mountain’s eyes glowed with smoky red-gray lights—burning coals that illuminated the darkness. He dominated the other vampires by sheer force of will. “Disperse. Now.”

 The mob dropped their chins and edged away.

 His wide-legged, chin-high stance proclaimed him the biggest, baddest thing in there. To her, he seemed like sunshine and strength, a savior come to rescue her—unless he considered her his next meal.

 With his pointed fangTs and red-eyed gaze, he should terrify her. Instead, her tongue crept over her lips, and her nipples pearled as she took a step toward him. Then her common sense kicked in. He was a vampire—a natural-born killer who’d drink her dry.

 His arm shot out, yanking her against him. The contact made her cunny ache for more. Determined to escape him, she thrust her knee toward his balls. Lightning fast, he stepped sideways, but his grip on her wrists tightened.

 With a sexy growl, he hoisted her over his shoulder. “No dirty tricks, cupcake.”

 God, his voice. Rich with bass notes, it reverberated through her bones. Everything about him, except his incisors, sent wicked desire blazing through her. But cupcake? She’d show him cupcake.

 An amused laugh rumbled around his chest as she pounded her fists on his spine. He landed a single hard slap on her bare bottom. She squealed at the unexpected pain. Her cunny clenched, but hung like a slab of meat over the giant’s shoulder, she felt powerless and vulnerable.

 His oversized hand stroked her naked behind before he slapped it again. The sound echoed around the cavern. Squealing, she beat on his back. Another inmate drooled as he crept closer. “Need a taste.”

 Her captor shoved at the overfamiliar vamp’s face. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

 A blast of dark, sensual heat shot through her as he claimed her as his. If she wasn’t careful, this mammoth with the toe-tingling, growly voice could consume her in more ways than one.

 

Social Media Links Kryssie Fortune Social Media

Website      https://www.kryssiefortune.com/

Blog            http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter         https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune

Facebook    https://www.facebook.com/KryssieFortune

Pinterest      http://bit.ly/1OGFnjc

Goodreads     http://bit.ly/2kxqabJ

Amazon Author Page  http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO

 


 

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Tuesday, 30 March 2021

I hope to never find myself without you, John. Regency romance author - Jenna Jaxon and her just released A Countess of Convenience. #newrelease #Regency #romance

 

I am so excited to have a long time friend appear on my blog today - take it away - Jenna Jaxon!

Thank you so much, Daryl, for hosting me today, release day for A Countess of Convenience, the first book of my new series, Captivating Countesses.

The idea for this series came from an earlier series I’d written, The House of Pleasure. Book three of that series is Only A Mistress Will Do, which has, in addition to the usual hero and heroine, a secondary heroine named Dora Harper, who fans fell in love with. When she ended up without a partner at the end of the book, they called for her to have her own story.

So I kept that in the back of my head while I wrote the rest of the House of Pleasure books. A year or so ago, as I was finishing the final HOP book, I thought again about Dora and her story. But I didn’t want to have hers be a stand alone novel, but neither did her story fit the style of the House of Pleasure books. So I started thinking about creating a series around her.

What came to me immediately was that here was at least one more woman we meet in Only A Mistress Will Do who needed to have her story told. The heroine’s lady’s maid, Susan, had whispered to me that there was a lot to her life I hadn’t realized, so after she told me several things, I knew I had to write her story as well. But there needed to be a third woman so I could have a trilogy. And that woman, Judith Harper (who is actually only spoken of in the book and doesn’t appear at all), started talking to me about her story as well. When she told me who her hero needed to be, I got the title for the series, Captivating Countesses. All of these ladies would end up as countesses (one way or another) by captivating their heroes so thoroughly they had to marry them.

Judith’s story is the first book, A Countess of Convenience, and as I was writing it, I discovered a fourth countess, Catherine Tate, who also appeared in Mistress and I was set. If you read Only A Mistress Will Do, you’ll see each woman is intriguing in her own way and hopefully you’ll want to read their stories as well.

Dora’s story, Almost a Countess, will release at the end of July. Kitty’s and Susan’s stories will appear in January and June of 2022 respectively. I’m looking forward to writing all of these romances and I hope you’ll look forward to them as well!

And to tease you - here is an excerpt from A Countess of Convenience.

“There, there, my dear. Go ahead and cry.” John pulled her back to him, pressing her face to his chest and letting her cry out her grief. Her body shook violently, as though with a strong ague. “We will find a way to get her back.”

“But I w…wanted to see her t…today, John.” She sputtered into her handkerchief. “Oh, why couldn’t I do as you said?” Her sobs grew loud again, and he soothed her as best he could.

God knew it was little enough. The pain of the loss of a child cut worse than the keenest knife. “We will inform Blanchard of this refusal at once. I have no idea if, as the mother, you have the right to visit the child or not, but Blanchard will soon discover it. And if the courts decree it, Downing will have no recourse save to allow you to see her.”

She raised a tearstained face to him. “Do you really think so, John?”

He smoothed the hair out of her face, trying to keep any hopefulness out of his voice. “I can only ask Blanchard. I have no knowledge of the law on this front, and I’d be loath to give you false hope only to have it dashed. But I believe there is a possibility at least. Especially in your circumstances.”

Thankfully, her tears lessened, and she wiped them away with a very sodden handkerchief.

“Allow me, Judith.” He handed her his own large handkerchief. “I believe you need reinforcements.”

“Thank you, John.” She took the square of linen and patted her damp face. “I’ve always thought they’d gotten it wrong. Ladies’ handkerchiefs should be these large squares, while gentlemen could do with theirs being smaller. They cry so much less easily.”

“But we would then have so much less to offer the ladies who depend upon us.” His words brought a wan smile to her lips, as he’d intended.

“I suppose that is true.” Judith folded the square meticulously. “We do depend so much on you gentlemen.” She gazed up at him, absolute trust in her face. “What would I do if I didn’t have you?”

The timing was ill advised, but her words almost begged him to say something about the other night. About his feelings for her and, if he was correct, her growing regard for him. Yet he dared not jeopardize her new-found trust. If indeed Judith’s affections for him were growing, perhaps even unbeknownst her, he must wait for a better moment than one in which she was emotionally distraught because she’d lost her daughter all over again. With an inward sigh, he shut the door on his feelings for her and resolutely prepared to think only of Judith, not himself. “Let us hope you will never find that out.”

Sighing, she settled back against him. “Yes, I hope to never find myself without you, John.”

Torture to wonder if she truly meant that, and if she did, how she meant it.

BLURB:

Following a tragic accident, an unconscious Judith Harper is returned to her childhood home to die. Miraculously, she awakens but to a horribly changed world in which she finds her husband dead and her world upended.

Judith must regain her strength, not only to reclaim her life but also to right a terrible wrong--a feat which may require her to marry again, and quickly. But not only is Judith not ready for another husband, a marriage before her year of mourning is up will ruin her in London society. 

Still, if she hopes to have her life back, she may have to risk the scandal and make a marriage of convenience...but to whom?

John, Lord Haxby has loved Judith since childhood, and because of that he stood aside while she married another eight years ago. Now she is free of her odious husband, he hopes he can persuade her that he is the only man who can make her truly happy. However, he discovers Judith is more than interested in Lord Farringdon, the man who saved her life. Can he stand aside once more and watch the love of his life make a grave mistake, or will he step up and show the woman he loves he is not a convenient solution to her problem, but the perfect one?

LINKS TO A COUNTESS OF CONVENIENCE

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AUTHOR BIO:

Jenna Jaxon is a best-selling author of historical romance, writing in a variety of time periods because she believes that passion is timeless. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories.

She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets--including two vocal cats, one almost silent cat, a Sharpei-beagle mix (Sharp-eagle), and a very curious bunny.

When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

Jenna equates her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can't stop.

 

LINKS:

BLOG: https://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/jenna.jaxon/

TWITTER: https://twitter.com/Jenna_Jaxon

INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/passionistimeless/

 

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Monday, 29 March 2021

In the infinite vastness of time – past, present, future, past – love would prevail Tremors by Anastasia Abboud on #MedMonSpring21 #medieval #romance


 

Good morrow, medieval romance lovers. Welcome to Medieval Monday - #MedMonSpring21 Wander through the amazing blogs and discover new or new-to-you medieval romance authors and books. The theme is First Kiss.

Where to find the authors - Medieval Romance Lovers

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 Today I’m sharing an excerpt from Tremors by Anastasia Abboud

Tagline: In the infinite vastness of time – past, present, future, past – love would prevail.

Blurb:

A Norse farmer crashes into this century from fourteenth-century Scotland. How did it happen? Why did he escape the plague when the rest of his family died? He should have died with them.

Three years later, Lachlann is no closer to the truth. His body has healed. He has a job and a place to lay his head at night. He has even learned a little modern English. If he could just figure out how to go back, he might be able to save his family, save his son. But he still can’t read, is still tormented by throbbing headaches and nightmares. Maybe he died after all. Maybe he’s in hell.

But would there be an angel in hell?

Deidre became a medieval history professor because of a treasured family heirloom, the medieval drawing of a farmer that she loved since childhood. Too bad she couldn’t have married him instead of the lying, vicious cheat who had almost ruined her life. Almost.

With a new life in a new city, she has moved forward. She doesn’t need anyone, especially a man. But she can’t seem to ignore her new neighbor, a gorgeous giant with a strange accent, haunted eyes, and a shocking resemblance to her medieval ploughman.

How can she erase the tormented look in his eyes? If only he would confide in her.

But is she prepared to do the same? To explain how she lost everything – her job, her family, her self-respect – because of her own, poor choices?

And why does she have the feeling that she could lose it all again?

 

Buy Link: getbook.at/Tremors   http://getbook.at/Tremors

 Excerpt –

“But aren’t you glad for the opportunity? To be alive? Every moment is precious.”

“No.” Anger rose to the surface, making it hard for him to speak calmly. “Not every moment is precious. I could do without the bad ones, thanks.”

Her expression changed. She looked stricken.

“I apologize,” she said quietly. “But Lachlann, don’t you see? We survived.”

“So, is that the point of it all, what life’s all about? Survival?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Although sometimes it feels that way.”

“What is the point, then?”

Last week’s snippet on Cathy MaCrae’s blog:

https://www.cathymacraeauthor.com/bits-n-bobs-author-blog 

Follow along next week on Ruth Casie’s blog: http://ruthacasie.blogspot.com/

 

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Saturday, 27 March 2021

Nothing is quite as it seems in this thrilling YA fantasy adventure by Jillian Boehme. The Stolen Kingdom! #YA #Fantasy

 


The Stolen Kingdom
by Jillian Boehme
Genre: YA Fantasy


A bold girl, a kingdom under attack, magic everywhere—I devoured it in one sitting! This book is one wild ride!” —Tamora Pierce on Stormrise


Nothing is quite as it seems in this thrilling YA fantasy adventure by Jillian Boehme, The Stolen Kingdom!

For a hundred years, the once-prosperous kingdom of Perin Faye has suffered under the rule of the greedy and power-hungry Thungrave kings. Maralyth Graylaern, a vintner's daughter, has no idea her hidden magical power is proof of a secret bloodline and claim to the throne. Alac Thungrave, the king’s second son, has always been uncomfortable with his position as the spare heir—and the dark, stolen magic that comes with ruling.
When Maralyth becomes embroiled in a plot to murder the royal family and seize the throne, a cat-and-mouse chase ensues in an adventure of dark magic, court intrigue, and forbidden love.



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Jillian is known to the online writing community as Authoress, hostess of Miss Snark's First Victim, a blog for aspiring authors. In real life, she holds a degree in Music Education, sings with the Nashville Symphony Chorus, and homeschools her remaining youngster-at-home. She's still crazy in love with her husband of more than thirty years and is happy to be surrounded by family and friends amid the rolling knolls of Middle Tennessee.






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Tuesday, 23 March 2021

When March Winds Blow- a flashette for March by Daryl Devore #fiction #March #romance #winter #flashfiction #flashette #writing #fiction

 

An on-line writers’ group I belong to does a monthly story inspired by either word or photo – or both – prompts. The rules are simple – maximum 1,000 words - use at least one prompt - keep it family friendly.

Here is my prompt for March and my flashette.

 



When March Winds Blow

When March winds blow… aren’t they supposed to blow winter away? I’m supposed to be running through fields of red tulips. Not be fighting off hypothermia! Katrina snuggled into her jacket as she struggled to move forward against the force of the nor’easter that was threatening to blow her back to her apartment. Three blocks away.

She pressed onward, successfully travelling the next block and a half before a gust of ice-filled wind caught her umbrella, flipping it inside out. With fingers too stiff from the cold and using several four-letter words, she manipulated the umbrella back to its proper shape. Positioning it slightly ahead of her, she blocked the not-quite-rain-but-not-yet-sleet from slamming into her face.

Onward they march. Why were lines from poems floating through her head? She had more important things to think about. Life. Love. Paycheque. And if she didn’t get to work on time – paycheque might be a thing of the past.

She peered through the precipitation, almost there. She could do it. Mother Nature released another burst of wind. Her umbrella trembled but held strong. She stepped to her left to let three people, absorbed in their cell phones, pass. Her foot sunk into the garbage-filled, blackened, frozen snow that lay on the curb.

Another line from a poem shot through her mind – The beauty of March lies in its— What a bunch of… She shook the debris from her boot.

Oh, to be on a tropical beach. White sand. Warm breeze. A long, cool drink delivered by a tall, hot man.

Umph! Ow. Crap!” Katrina snapped out of her fantasy by the unceremonious landing on her backside. She’d slipped on an icy portion of the sidewalk where the salt had not done its job. Glancing up, her umbrella had turned belly up – again. And her other hand rested in a puddle of… ew! Don’t even think about it.

“That was quite the fall. May I help?” A gloved hand was held out before her.

Could this be it? That romantic novel moment where the tall, mysterious hero aids her in her moment of despair and their eyes meet and they instantly fall in love and suddenly everything in the world is sunny and sweet and little bunnies hop around your feet?!?

Katrina shook her head. Snap out of it! She peered up at the face smiling down at her. Nope. Not a mysterious hero. Just the nice, grandmotherly owner of the bakery where she worked.

“Thank you, Mrs. Edgar. I’m ok.” She stood, shook the wetness out of her glove, then held out her broken umbrella. “Well, it seems I’m ok, but this poor thing is not. I’m late again, sorry. My backside is sore and I’m dripping wet. This truly isn’t my day.”

Mrs. Edgar smiled. “Come inside and meet our new baker. My grandson.”

Katrina stepped out of the biting, wet cold into the fragrant warmth of the shop. She paused to wipe the condensation off her glasses. Settling them on her face, she looked into the smiling gaze of a man offering her a hot chocolate – with little marshmallows.

Suddenly, March wasn’t such an awful month.


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