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Many author friends and I will be in a great blog hop coming up, sponsored by Felicity Heaton and Indie Romance Books so today I want to throw in a little pre-celebration giveaway!

My 1st Giveaway

Extended through Oct. 31st, you can still enter to win all 3 paperbacks, Parts 1, 2, and 3 from my series, The Vampire from Hell. Click here to enter. newcovers_giveaway

My 2nd Giveaway

After you read the excerpt, comment on this blog article and tell us what you thought of it. One winner will be selected via random.org and will win an ebook (Nook/Kindle) of Virgin Moon (Episode #1) (A Vampire/Werewolf Romance) by Ally Thomas.

EXCERPT Featuring Emily and Vincent – FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

About Virgin Moon
A forbidden romance with a vampire unlocks a virgin werewolf’s passions
Vincent, the rebel vampire son of the dark lord Alichino, receives Emily, a virgin werewolf as a playmate. He wants no part of his father’s latest toy until he looks into the virgin’s eyes and feels his heart flutter. Vincent realizes he must escape with the werewolf beauty who has awakened his heart before she’s found or dies at the hands of his evil father.

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He smiled again, this time shyly, almost innocently at me.  “Is that too much to ask?”  Vincent took his cock out of his jeans while still leaving them on and began caressing his enormous member.  He stroked the shaft a few times, and then circled the tip of his head with a purpose.  He was already hard, so I didn’t understand why he was taking the time to increase his erection, but obviously he did.  It was a sight to behold.  No men I knew would be so bold as to touch themselves.  It was an exquisitely delightful gesture.

Suddenly a vision of having him inside me surfaced.  My jaw dropped open and my knees weakened.

He joined me again on the bed.  Vincent took my hands in his and placed one on his cock.  My eyes grew wide and I relished the smoothness of his rod.  He was hard as steel, yet smooth as velvet.

“You’re magnificent,” I mumbled.  Did I really want this to happen?  I wanted to pull away again out of fear and I felt my breathing stop.  I was almost paralyzed by it all.

Before I could move, he pulled me to him, throwing one of his legs over my head and sat facing me.  His long legs were positioned on each side of me.  He grabbed at my elbows so I was almost sitting in his lap.  He threw my shirt open and tenderly caressed my breasts.  “It’s okay.  Relax and just enjoy my touch.  I won’t go any further than you desire.”

I bit down on my lips and felt tears forming in my eyes, not out of fear, but out of happiness.  I had always wanted a real man to be my first and I was so thankful now that I had maintained my virginity in the Golden Kingdom all my twenty-five years.  Vincent would be the man I’d give myself to.

He lowered his head and kissed the inside of my neck, letting his tongue travel up and down its side.  His touch was so warm and inviting.

My head collapsed on his shoulder when he drove a finger, then two into my pussy.

He kept his eyes on me the whole time.  We both felt the ecstasy of his slight penetration.  Inwardly I begged for more.  I gritted my teeth and inched closer towards him.

“Emily, wait,” he whispered.

“Please Vincent, I want this.  I’ve wanted this for so long.”  I took his long cock in my hands, spreading my legs wider in front of him so his fingers could do with me as they pleased.  I stroked him slowly at first, then faster, feeling our movements mimic each other’s rhythm.  “I’m ready to taste you, Vincent.”  I paused, waiting to see if my statement had registered with him.  I could barely hold on to not coming.  His fingers worked magic on my very moist pussy, and I was fine to let him continue if that was his wish.  But stroking his cock in my hands, hoping to dive in closer pushed my mind to madness.  I had to know what a vampire tasted like.  “Vincent,” I pleaded.

Quickly, without saying a word, he flipped me around so that I was facing his manhood one on one.  I straddled him in a 69 as he moved effortlessly beneath me and caressed my buttocks.  I kissed the top of his cock and then took him in my mouth, a little at first and then all the way, finding my mouth at the base of his cock.  The tip of his dick tickled the back of my throat.  My knees weakened and I sank closer to him.  I wanted to melt into his face.  I wanted my juices to run down his neck.

He held my thighs in his hands and devoured me with his tongue.

As I lavished the taste of him, moving up and down on his shaft, he spread my legs wider, and thrust his tongue into my pussy.  My nails dug into the fabric of his jeans.  No one had ever eaten me out there before.  I couldn’t believe it was happening.  I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

I forced him further into my mouth, resuming my strokes with renewed enthusiasm.  With each long stroke of my sucking, I devoured him whole-heartedly.  I sucked insanely on his cock.  Now and again, he would push his cock deeper into my mouth, but finally he allowed me to take charge.  I must be doing a good job for a virgin, I thought to myself as I blew him.  I hated the boyfriends I had had who thought a blow job was an excuse for face fucking.  Vincent wasn’t like that apparently.

“Ah my sweet, you’ve done everything but fuck, haven’t you?  I can tell.  Just the kind of virgin I like.”  He slapped my ass a few times before he resumed his activity.

I was too preoccupied with loving his cock to answer or stop my progress.  I wanted him to come in my mouth, that was my new goal for the night, to taste the essence of a vampire.

When I felt him pull a shocker on me, all bets were off.  I knew I’d come instantly, but I didn’t want to before he did.  I wanted to taste him.  I didn’t want to be done.  How delicious did a vampire taste, I wondered.  How marvelous next to a werewolf?  Was there a difference?  How exquisite would Vincent’s come feel running down the back of my throat?

A gasp erupted from me and I struggled to keep my bent legs steady.

“Will you come for me, Emily?” Vincent asked.

I shook my head feverishly, trying not to release his cock from my mouth for a moment.

“Lovely,” he replied.  “You have a wonderful ass and pussy, Emily.  Truly wonderful.  Someday I will be inside you.”

His words filtered above the air as we continued to busy ourselves with our exploration of one another on the massive bed.  Carefully he plunged his index and middle fingers into my dripping pussy while his pinky finger penetrated my ass.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” he said as he kissed my pussy.  I felt his hot breath against the lips of my sex.

Shivers of warm ecstasy rippled through me.  His words were enough to make me come.  I struggled to hold back, hoping the moment would last forever.

“Not before you,” I replied, licking the tip of his cock and tracing my tongue down the length of his shaft before I cupped and kissed his balls.

“Such a naughty girl.  We’ll finish together then.”

I didn’t really know what that meant until he jerked me up in his arms, whirled me around, and plunged my hips upon his.  I screamed, reacting against the ecstasy I felt.  I was certain Vincent had plunged his cock into my pussy, and I wanted it.  I ever so wanted it.  But he had not.  I couldn’t fight the feelings electrifying through my body.

He clamped down on my knees as I straddled him.  His cock still pulsating beneath me.  “Are you willing, Emily, to someday be mine?”

Oh god, no, I thought.  I was so wet that I willingly accepted his invitation.  It was beyond words.  How could I not say yes to this man?  “Make us both come, Vincent,” I replied.  “You will be my first.  I swear it.”

His blue eyes blazed with passion.  “You will be mine.  And this is only the beginning.”

The moonlight blasted us with its light as if on cue.  We were bathed in a warm, glow of magical delight, one that I could not have fathomed before this night.  The lighted design above us turned a series of brilliant shades of amber and gold.  I gave myself completely to Vincent as he rubbed the head of his cock against the tip of my clit.  For a brief moment, I thought about pushing myself onto his rod.  I searched his face for a yes as he continued to tease me.

Then he plunged two of his fingers into my wetness of desire and caressed my clit with his thumb.  Without any shame, I watched as his muscular tanned arms pleasured me.  His biceps glistened in the moonlight and I caught a glimpse of his pendant sparking as it bounced against his chest.  It was in the shape of a crescent moon.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear.  “Your heat is phenomenal.”

“Yes.”  I groaned, grinding my hips against his, letting my body become his as he drove his fingers into me.

“Fuck me like that.  Oh yes, fuck me like that, Vincent.”  I dug my fingernails into the sheets, trying not to arch my back too high off the bed.  The sensation of his touch was mind blowing.

“Yes, that’s it,” he growled.

I latched my hands around his cock again.

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Other Steamy Giveaways for this Sunday – Each is FREE 

Erotic Paranormal Romance

Conquest (My Vampire Lover Part #1)Conquest: My Vampire Lover Part #1 (A Dark Realm Novella Series Sample) by Victoria Embers – Free at Amazon Barnes & Noble

Caroline, a werewolf and princess of the Golden realm, has discovered a new love in her vampire captor. She’s willing to risk everything, even her life, to prove to him she loves him and has forsaken all others including her family and her pack.

This sample contains Conquest (My Vampire Lover Part #1) and Chapters 1 and 2 from Redemption (My Vampire Lover Part #2). (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)
Free at Amazon Barnes & Noble

Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) by Randi FangDesire_1_EVC_alt2

Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) begins as Randi Fang explores this subject with her first vampire to interview, a fan of the fang whom Randi calls simply Rose. Rose has a chance encounter with an actor who plays a vampire and discovers he’s “into” being bitten.

An excerpt to the next short story, Tasted (Erotic Vampire Confessions #2) is included. (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)

Free at Amazon | Barnes & Noble

TinaSamson’s Lovely Mortal (Scanguards Vampires #1) – Free at Amazon
Vampire bachelor Samson can’t get it up anymore. Not even his shrink can help him. That changes when the lovely mortal auditor Delilah tumbles into his arms after a seemingly random attack. Suddenly there’s nothing wrong with his hydraulics – that is, as long as Delilah is the woman in his arms.

His scruples about taking Delilah to bed vanish when his shrink suggests it’s the only way to cure his problem. Thinking all he needs is one night with her, Samson indulges in a night of pleasure and passion.

However, another attack on Delilah and a dead body later, and Samson has his hands full: not only with trying to hide the fact he’s a vampire, but also with finding out what secrets Delilah harbors for somebody to want her harm.

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Covet (V.E.T Vampire Romance Series Book 1) by Felicity Heaton – Free at Amazon

Javier knows better than to succumb to his hunger for Lilah. The mortal female belongs to a powerful aristocrat patron of Vampirerotique, the theatre he runs with three other vampires. A single touch is all it would take to break the sacred law of his kind, sentencing himself to death, but his passion for her has become too fierce to ignore and he will risk everything to make Lilah his.

Lilah has fought her desire for Javier since arriving at his theatre as a servant but each glance he has stolen, his eyes promising pleasure that will satisfy her longing for him, has chipped away at her defences and she can no longer deny her need and her forbidden feelings for the powerful vampire male.

LadyMist2_sample_sw2013The Lady in the Mist (A Werewolf Tale) -Sample by Catherine Wolffe – Free at Amazon Barnes & Noble | Kobo

The Civil War took Sonja Brooks’ husband and left her alone. Unprotected and scared, she runs headlong into a life changing event when she’s attacked by a pack of wolves. Her fate as a werewolf is sealed. When she stumbles upon Ty Loflin, a Rebel solider dying of his wounds, she nurses him back to health. He’s the perfect mate, but will he want her once he knows the truth?

In this sample at 7,000 words, Catherine Wolffe weaves a new blend of western romance with paranormal elements involving werewolves and vampires. (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)

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Love Begins in Hell for Emily Meadows – New YA Paranormal Romance

For some, love begins when you least expect it. For Elana, falling in love begins in Hell.

For some, love begins when you least expect it. For Elana, falling in love begins in Hell.

New YA writer Emily Meadows has her first romance out. We’re featuring it here today!

About “Love Begins in Hell”

For some, love begins when you least expect it. For Elana, falling in love begins in Hell. When twenty-one-year-old Elana is kidnapped and finds herself in Hell of all places, she discovers something unique in her ancestry. She’s a werewolf and she’s fallen in love with someone unexpectedly Dante, the young demon who agrees to help her escape.

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Excerpt from “Love Begins in Hell (The Moon Journals: Part 1)

As the large figure came into view, I exited the closet, took aim and threw the first knife of several across the room. I stood behind the massive bed, using it as a bunker. This demon was not going to take me alive.

The figure grunted, slumping slightly to the ground.

I heard the weapon I had thrown at him fall to the floor.

My aim was bad and had not found the demon’s heart. I was at a great disadvantage. “You stay back, demon!” I shouted, hoping to sound far more threatening than I’m sure I appeared to be. “I’ve got more where that came from!” I was maybe one hundred pounds. Cold, scared, and weak from hunger, I was half of that I was sure. Or at least I felt like that. Adrenaline and self-preservation would have to see me through.

“Do your worst,” the tall figure announced. “However, I’d like to ask if I may turn on a few lights before you continue your attack. If you don’t mind?”

He mocked me, which should have infuriated me even more, but I held my position and watched as he illuminated the room. He flipped a few switches by the door frame, and the room took on a blue hue as if it had been bathed in the soft, gentle lights from beneath the sea.

I looked up at the ceiling just as the wooden beams filed away to two corners. “How did you do that?” I gasped, forgetting my defensive stance all together.

“I can’t handle fluorescent lighting, so I had these installed. Blue and green are my favorite colors actually, even though I wear a lot of black. Here let me show you one more thing. I just had this done.”

He raised his well-toned arm upwards and pressed a button at the top of the door frame.

I blinked my eyes several times, getting used to the various colors I saw forming on the ceiling. An image was being constructed.

The lighted design was magnificent and astounded me. A variety of shades of blue, green, and purple illuminated behind the picture of a fierce dragon. The dragon, with its head held high and proud, stood on a set of rocks jutting out from the edge of a cliff. A strong image of a strong creature preparing for battle. Why would a demon have such an image promoting such a great warrior animal like the dragon fashioned on the ceiling of his bedroom? It didn’t make sense.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. Is that you?”

“More or less. My friend, Orlando created it and installed it for me. I’m not really an admirer of art or paintings. I’m more interested in books, mythology really, but Orlando thought this would dress up my bedroom. I mainly like it for the quiet motivation it gives me. Each day is a test and it challenges me to focus on what is important. It helps me remember, despite everything, who I could one day become.”

“A dragon?” I blurted out. “Surely you don’t mean that. You’re a demon.” I had never heard of demons being shapeshifters. This guy had as much chance of shifting into a dragon as I did of shifting into a bar of chocolate.

Instantly he crossed the room towards me. He had his large hands wrapped around my elbows before I could grab another knife. I was pinned against his solid chest. The minute our eyes met, a bolt of lightning felt like it had ricocheted through my body. My eyes widened as he let me go and I wrapped my arms tightly around my body, so I wouldn’t fall. He staggered for a moment too as if he’d been hit by the same burst of energy.

The immediate recognition of a soul mate was something that did not occur outside the pack. It had to be a mistake. But was it? It felt so real. In that second, I re-evaluated my course of action.

“I’m not a demon. I’m a warrior,” he replied as he put some distance between us. “My mother is human, so I’m only half-demon.” He retreated to the table and sat down. He remained quiet for some time. Finally he added, “If you must know, I prefer to be called a warrior above all else.”

I thought about asking a second question like ‘Who kidnapped me?’ but I remained silent. It didn’t really matter as long as I found my sister and aunt, and we made it out. They had been missing for weeks. I had heard of a demon mating with a human and bearing a shape-shifting child, but I didn’t think it was possible. Just a myth. Werewolves were the only shapeshifters I knew of. My disbelief in his dragon warrior dream seemed to have gravely offended him, and I didn’t want to upset him again. Instead, I wanted to comfort him. Why would I want to do that? He was the enemy. I opted to be nice. My sassy attitude would get me nowhere with him.

“I like the ceiling painting,” I offered.

“Thank you. It’s very nice, isn’t it?”

“Do you have a name?” I abruptly stopped before I insulted him again.

“Dante.”

I waited for him to ask my name. He studied the table instead.

“I’m Elana.”

“Elana.” He repeated my name slowly and carefully as if it was a foreign word he didn’t want to forget.

“Your name is very unique.” A few compliments couldn’t hurt. “What does Dante mean?”

“I’ve never thought to look it up. I don’t know.”

I watched as he drew a few curves and lines along the table, absent-mindedly tracing something. “If my memory serves me right, I think Dante means protector.”

He grunted.

Knowing I’d probably upset him again if I said it too loud, I mumbled under my breath as I attempted to process the realization. “Dante, the demon protector. Wasn’t that an oxymoron?”

“No, it isn’t,” he answered. “You forget. I have excellent hearing too. You don’t have to insult me. What does your name mean?”

I threw the second knife flew and watched as it slammed into the wooden table, a few inches from his hands.

He didn’t flinch one inch.

“Freedom,” I announced as I swiftly bent over to retrieve another knife lying on the bed.

“Well that’s good. Freedom for Elana. I like that.” There was a trace of laughter in his voice. He paused for a moment before he continued. “I’m sure you do too.” A few more moments of silence passed, then finally he said, “I know this is highly unorthodox, and you’re in an extremely frightening situation. But before we go any further, I want to put your mind at ease. I’m not interested in harming you. I know you are a werewolf and probably of great importance to your people. I’m going to try to get you out of here, but you’re going to have to trust me. It’s as simple as that. Do you think you can do that?” He yanked the knife from the table and with an ironically tender touch, he bent the blade into a slight arch, disabling it so it couldn’t be used for another but holding a bunch of grapes or large orange. I swallowed hard so my mouth wouldn’t fall open. This demon could kill me in an instant.

Suddenly a vision from my wolf state hit me. I recognized his voice. I’ll help you get out of here, but you’ve got to trust me. I closed my eyes and relived the moment again. Over and over again, that voice. A ripple of awareness surged through me. His voice was the same as the man who had come to me to console me in my agitated wolf state. It was deep, almost sensual, yet tranquil and protective. This demon before me had calmed me. “The wolf chant. That was you?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

He paused for a moment, digging his long nail into the wood of the table.  “You were very upset.”

“What did you say?”

“That’s not really important, is it?”

“I insist,” I replied with my polite tone I used when I wanted it to be known I expected to get what I sought.

He chuckled.  His laugh was low and throaty.  “I’ve seen pomp and circumstance from my father.  You don’t have to take that tone with me.  There is no need for us to be enemies.”

I attempted to soften my insistence.  “I’m sorry.  Please then.”

“Don’t apologize.  Let’s keep this on a level playing field.  I’ll treat you as an equal, and you treat me as one.  Okay?”

His confidence was infectious.  He didn’t have the disposition of a demon at all.  My aunt had said they were horrible creatures with no feeling, no remorse, and no compassion for others.

“Fair enough,” I whispered, only realizing a second later that I had not fully enunciated the words.  Clearly this young man had not kidnapped me so why was I in his presence?  Did he know who had kidnapped me?  Maybe he could lead me to the person?  Equals?  Why would he say we were equals?  My father, the Werewolf King, certainly didn’t think like that.  Dante’s words and actions of kindness and hospitality thoroughly confused me.  As a sign of good faith, I placed the weapons down before me on the bed, noticing in passing the letter ‘D’ carved into the blade of each knife.

“A beauty like no other.  So beautiful.  Calm yourself.  Calm yourself, my sweet.  I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“I’m sorry?  What did you say?”

Dante repeated his words for my benefit.  “A beauty like no other.  So beautiful.  Calm yourself.  Calm yourself, my sweet.  I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

No demon would know how to practice Wolfen Magic,” I replied.  I observed his new nervousness.  His mood had shifted, and he refused to look at me as he continued to scratch at the table.

“I’m not a demon.  I’m a warrior.”  He glanced at the ceiling, looking again at the lighted design of the dragon.  “I thought we covered that?”  His tone was very gentle even though I saw the muscles in his jaw twitch a few times.

“Dante, the protector, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I curtsied, trying to appear more of a lady than I felt as well as lighten the mood.

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Emily Meadows writes Paranormal Fantasy and Romance books for Young Adults. She’s an optimist, a movie buff, and a fan of the fang including everything from cats and dogs to vampires and werewolves.  Emily lives in Texas and spends her time between studying, writing, reading, and dreaming up her next adventure in the Moon Journals. Contact Emily – Facebook Twitter Tumblr

Credits:

Cover art by Ally Thomas.

Novel premise idea provided by Ally Thomas.