Free Read ~ Vampire's Plaything

Hey there. My free read, Vampire's Plaything is now available on http://interracialerotica.net. I've added a few extra paragraphs, and it is totally different from the version on my website. So, do forget, drop by and leave me a line. Also, rate my story. Let me know what you think please!

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Contests Closed

The three winners are yadkny, Vegetarian Cannibal, and K_Sunshine!

Thanks ladies for participating!

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Release Day Contest~Spiritwalker~

Hello everyone, totally charged about this story because it evolved from 1,000 words to over 30,000 words. This was once a free read on the Long and Short Reviews/WC site. I wrote this story specifically for a free read, and something told me I should have chosen something else, but I didn't listen. 

You see, LASR/WC requires their free reads to be 1,000. My story was about 1,500 words. Also, I would have had to submit five more times to get the entire story in front of readers. So, Marianne, Judy, and myself decided that it would be best for them to return my rights to me so I could expand upon it. Don't get me wrong, the reader panel loved the short version of this story, but there was just simply too much to tell in 1,000 words. I'm also very happy that the ladies have asked me to keep them posted about this novella. 

Anyway, I'm holding a contest for this story too. The prizes will be a free copy of Spiritwalker, a trinket from Silpada, sterling silver jewelry, and a bath and body work product from Mary Kay. 

Simply respond to this post and your name will be entered in The Random Picker. I'm sure I'll offer a consultation prize as well because everyone has been fabulous and supportive. I appreciate the emails from readers, and authors alike. Thank you all! Don't worry, I do plan to hold more contests in the future, too!  ; )

Now, I hope you enjoy the blurb and excerpt:

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Blurb:

Things can’t get much better for Vivian Patterson at the ripe old age of thirty-eight. She’s got an excellent job, looks that kill, and a smokin’ hot bod. Oh, she also has a loving, faithful boyfriend who sends her blood pressure skyrocketing through the roof. She couldn’t ask for anything more, right? 

Magnus Abernethy, Vivian’s boyfriend is all any woman could ever want in a man. He is handsome as hell, has an adorable personality, and willing to go that extra mile to please his woman. Magnus is the total package. There is just one problem with this relationship. Magnus is a spirit, trapped within another realm…. 

This situation was never a problem for Vivian, but she discovers as time moves on, she craves him to be flesh and blood, forever, not just for an entire evening. 

Can Vivian and Magnus overcome a witch’s cruel curse, and carry on through life, the way it was intended, or will the menacing dark force from their past threaten any happiness that may be in the stars for them?

Excerpt:

Vivian Patterson slammed her hand down on the alarm clock as it rudely interrupted her sleep. Moaning, she clung to the goose down pillow and opened an eye. Six o'clock. How many times had she hit the snooze button?

“No friggin way!” Silent curses slipped from her lips as she rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. As soon as her head hit the pillow, it seemed like it was time to roll up out of bed the next morning. Of course, if she hadn't gotten lost within Magnus' emerald eyes, she would have gone to bed at a proper time. A smile formed on her lips as she recalled last night's tryst with her spirit walker, her soul mate.

Vivian clamped her thighs together, and her pussy tightened as she closed her eyes, imagining Magnus still lay beside her, exploring her voluptuous curves. The man was pure sex in a box. She just wished he could maintain his solid form for longer periods of time while within her realm. Quite often, his long stays would zap him of his energy, and he would need to stay within his own realm to replenish himself.

“Come on, Vivian—get your ass up, girl!” She rose and sat on the side of the bed, looking at her scarlet red toenail polish. She wiggled her toes, enjoying the feeling of the plush light brown carpeting. Vivian yawned and stretched. Her body ached, in a good way. She was still wet from her own arousal and Magnus' seed. “Damn, you still have the same effect on me, you hot-ass Scotsman!” Vivian shuddered as she remembered the large, callused hands of her lover roaming her body.

Sighing, she rose to her feet and hurried into the bathroom. She now had an hour and a half to arrive at the office. She needed to focus on the task at hand—working out of the home would enable her to have more “me” time and see more of Magnus. 

She laughed aloud at the memory of the day he appeared while she was in a training session. Her boss had asked why she had become so fidgety.

After adjusting the water to the right temperature, she stepped into the shower and adjusted the spout, allowing the water to massage away the kinks.

Today was the day she would interview for her new role at work. The change was such a welcome one, as she had spent too many years as a project manager. The new position guaranteed that she would work from home every day and would seldom have to journey into the office. On rare occasions, she'd have to attend meetings once every few months. 

A surge of energy coursed through her body as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

With the towel draped around her body, she ran out to the kitchen to brew her favorite blend of caramel macchiato and hazelnut coffee, then ventured into her bedroom to pick out a few clothes while keeping her eye on the clock. Her choice of dress was a powder blue tank dress and a white bolero jacket. Her white wedge shoes would set the outfit off perfectly.

Before getting dressed, she remained in the towel and seated herself at the vanity. For thirty-eight years of age, she was damn pleased with her looks. A few platinum streaks adorned her hair. Her skin was firm and showed no signs of aging. The beauty mark next to her left eye made her feel unique, and Magnus loved it. There was nothing about her he didn't love. He'd spend hours exploring her curves and touching the small dimple in her chin.

Since she hadn't had a chance to roll her hair the evening before, she decided she'd pin it up in a bun, leaving a few loose hairs to fall on her shoulders. She swore she'd never utilize another curling iron again. The damn thing nearly ruined her hair.

She hummed a tune Magnus had sung to her one evening while they lay together, talking about the simple pleasures life had to offer. After applying mascara and eyeliner, she dressed.

“Damn, you look good, even if you do say so yourself!” Vivian giggled at herself. Although not conceited, she was quite happy with everything she possessed, including her looks. Grabbing her purse, she floated out into the kitchen, poured her morning concoction into a large silver coffee cup and popped two frozen chocolate chip pancakes into the toaster.

She opened the blinds of the kitchen, allowing the beautiful sunshine to seep in. Reveling in the warmth of it splashing across her face, she closed her eyes and sighed, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Gasping, she spun around and was immediately drawn into two gorgeous emerald pools.

“Damn you, Magnus!” Vivian held her hand to her chest, then swatted Magnus on the arm. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Vivian placed a hand on her hip and batted her long eyelashes at the handsome Scotsman. 

Her breath deserted her as she observed him in all his glory. The man was at least six foot two. Possessing a large frame, his chiseled muscles made Vivian's blood pressure skyrocket. His long, thick strawberry-blond hair was parted down the middle and hung to his waist. She recalled how, the night before, she'd fisted her hands in the strawberry-blond mass while he lingered for what seemed like hours between her thighs.

Magnus' face appeared to be carved from stone. His hardened features rocked her world every time they met. His squared jaw sprouted bristles of hair, and she loved to finger the deep cleft within his chin. 

She observed how his jaw muscles twitched; he was just as aroused as she was. She could tell because the twitching increased. If it weren't for work, she'd bed him down in a heartbeat. She smiled as she observed how fine lines etched themselves across his handsome, manly features. In bed, she often found herself tracing those lines around his eyes.

“Nay, me love.” Magnus bent down and planted a kiss on her lips. When he straightened, Vivian released a high-pitched laugh. Magnus arched a brow and folded his arms. “What amuses ye now?”

“Honey, I'm sorry, but— Here, wipe your lips. You have my lipstick on them.” Vivian doubled over at the expression etched on her lover‚Äüs face. His forehead wrinkled, and the dazed and confused look he sported was priceless.

“Ah, wait till ye return from work. I shall make ye pay for this. Then again, I should be used to yer jests.” A smile formed on his lips and he pulled Vivian close to him, planting fiery kisses along the column of her neck. Vivian groaned as she leaned into Magnus' strong, muscular physique.

“Tell me what you plan to do to me.” Her lips parted, and she gently raked her nails across the flesh of his chiseled biceps. “Oh Magnus, please don't—stop.”

“I shall put ye across me knee and give ye a spanking ye—so deserve.” Vivian giggled. She had spent years working with Magnus on his speech, sometimes in vain, she thought. Entrapped within the thirteenth-century time frame, his realm held control even over his speech. Even so, he still possessed that thick, intriguing accent that sent her blood pressure skyrocketing.

“Promises, promises.” She wrapped her arms around his large frame and buried her face into his chest. “I love you so much. I have to go—off to the rat races now.

“Aye, ye best be goin' now. Off wit ye! I just wish ye luck once more.” Magnus bent down one last time, giving her a peck on the forehead. His scent mixed within her nostrils, and Vivian gritted her teeth as she glanced at the clock. Would there be time for a quickie? No, she couldn't risk it. There were never any quickies with her and Magnus. She would wind up missing the entire day of work. Quickly she dismissed the thought and focused on her job.

“Thank you. I can't believe today is only Wednesday. I wish it were Friday, but hopefully by Monday I'll be working from home. Okay, baby, I have to run. I wish we could hop in the bed, and didn't have a care in the world.”

“Wishful thinking.” Vivian's heart melted when Magnus flashed her a warm, lusty smile. Moisture formed between her legs when he slipped an index finger beneath her chin and tilted her head up to look into his eyes. “Have a beautiful day. I be missin' ye already, love.” He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and dancing with hers. Her nipples tingled and she groaned as his hands traveled south, exploring her firm ass.

“You'd better stop, now!” Vivian broke the connection and grabbed her purse and coffee with Magnus at her heels. They journeyed from the kitchen and into the large living room.

“May I ride with ye?” Stopping at the front door, Vivian held up her hand in an effort to slow Magnus' roll.

“Whoa, big boy!” She chuckled as she recalled a not too distant memory. “I have a thirty-five minute commute that involves me sitting in traffic. Do you remember the reaction of the couple in the car next to us when you played with my pussy?”

A smile curved Magnus' lips, and he folded his arms. “An', ye point?” He grinned as he dodged a swat from Vivian.

“No, Magnus, you can't travel with me. People think I'm crazy whenever you're around me, seriously.”

“Well, just stick that little blue thing in yer ear, lass, act like yer talking on that berryblack thing.”

“That's BlackBerry, silly ass!” Vivian laughed as she swung the purse over her shoulder. “Baby, I love you, but I've got to go.” They kissed again, and Vivian bolted out the door, leaving Magnus alone in the cozy two-bedroom apartment.

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Magnus sighed and sat on the cocoa-colored sofa. Already, he was missing his soul mate. His love for her was as strong as the day he'd first laid eyes on her. 

His heart still beat hard against his chest just from touching her. She was so perfect. Magnus' mouth watered as he imagined his pale hands exploring smooth cinnamon-colored skin, setting his heart on fire as well as his libido. Her smoky brown eyes held him in rapt attention whenever she was close. Vivian was bewitching, and when she wasn't around, it felt as though his heart were breaking into a million pieces.

Leaning back onto the sofa, Magnus closed his eyes, imagining Vivian naked. What he wanted now was to gently bite the chocolate-dipped peaks of her luscious full breasts. He loved it when they stood at attention, begging to be licked and sucked. Vivian's moans always started out low and soft, then increased as he slowly devoured the sensual Nubian goddess. Her body was firm and curvy, not hard, and her thighs... 

Unknowingly, a groan slipped past his lips as he imagined those voluptuous brown thighs wrapped around his waist. He had to dismiss the image in his mind, or he'd be spent, and would not have much energy when she returned.

Magnus' mind drifted to a dreaded thought. There was so much he had explained to her over the years about their past lives. However, there was just one minor detail he chose not to share with her. Fear struck him as a thought of what could happen flashed in his head. There was a chance she'd never forgive him for the act he'd committed against her centuries ago in Scotland.

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Available now at Sugar and Spice Press 

Looking forward to chatting with you all!


Ciao

    

Coming Soon to Amira Press~Revealing Thorn

Hello and Happy Friday to you! I'm eager to share an anthology I was invited to participate in by Amira Press. This story will be released in ebook, then will go on to print with all the other Bad Boy Inc stories released by fellow authors. All the book covers are up, so check it out when you receive the opportunity. All the stories look simply awesome, and I can't wait to read them! I will share an excerpt at a later date after my story goes through the editing process.

Blurb:

Demon slayer Thorn Magnusson is paid a visit by Wolfe McCoy, leader of Bad Boys Inc, and coerced into accepting an assignment that will clear his record, for good. His mission is to protect sassy witch, Lena Hendrix from Dirik, a descendant of Grendel.

From the moment he laid eyes on her, Lena invoked feelings deep within Thorn he couldn't understand, or ignore.

Their bond strengthens every moment they are together, and eventually he lowers his defenses, while continuing to harbor his dark secret. Who will protect Thorn's heart from the sensual vixen once she discovers his true identity?


Coming Soon to Amira Press

~*Release Day~My Serbian Wolf*~

Hola folks, and happy, happy Friday!!

Yes, I'm a little excited because it's Friday and the end of the work week! Another reason is, My Serbian Wolf is finally here! I'm so excited because this book places emphasis on the aspect of love and how it can transcend oceans of time, and space.

This is one of my reincarnation tales. I'm a strong believer of reincarnation, and that there is someone out there waiting for us. You can't put a date, or a time on when you'll meet your spirit mate, but when you do, you will know it was meant to be.  ; )

I hope you enjoy Niko and Rebecca's (Zena Vuk's) tale.


Blurb:

Niko sacrificed himself once for the sake of his pack, but will he discover another lesson of self sacrifice that may release him from his spiritual imprisonment?


Centuries later, he discovers his life mate, Rebecca, the one who can make him whole once again. For Niko and Rebecca, a second chance at love is just a breath away.

Clutching the bed furs, Rebecca shivered as she returned to the warmth of the bed. The cold air hardened her chocolate nipples, causing the silk to feel harsh against them. Candles adorned the room, and a slight breeze caused the flames to sway in a smooth fluid motion, in such a strange hypnotizing way. It was no secret, once again she'd been thrust into an alternate reality.

Excerpt:

A growl made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Chills skittered down her spine, causing goose bumps to erupt over her flesh. The bed sat adjacent to the entrance of the room, and within the door- frame she caught a glimpse of Niko's large silhouette. From what she could see, his eyes appeared to be silver, or perhaps the candlelight played tricks upon her eyes.

Seeking more warmth, Rebecca tucked the furs closer to her body. Her breath escaped her as the wolf man moved closer into view, leaning against the stone wall. Silver eyes pierced her soul, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Hot cream flooded her silk panties when Niko finally came into full view, snatching her breath away like a thief in the night.

She smiled. "I've missed you. Her pulsed quickened, and her clit throbbed. She ached with want at the thought of his hardened body slipping and sliding against hers.

"And I've missed you, Ljubavnica (lee oo bav neet sa)."

Rebecca swallowed hard as the large, muscular man, who stood at six-foot-three appeared to float into the room. Every time Rebecca saw him, many memories invade her psyche, causing her to remember their past lives together. Tonight, he wore a blood red wool shirt, and black cotton knickers, that were pretty damned form-fitting against his chiseled body.

His features appear to be carved from stone and adorned with tell-tale signs of his age, sending her blood pressure through the roof. To Rebecca, he looked to be in his early to mid forties, but she knew Niko was centuries old. Gray streaks were prominent throughout his black, shoulder length hair. Rebecca shuddered, not from the cold, but from eyes that were now black as obsidian. She released a breath and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. Those eyes possessed ancient unspoken secrets, and promised hours of forbidden carnal pleasures.


Available at Amira Press
 
Everyone have an awesome day!

Happy Anniversary To One RomanceEbooks.com!!

Charisma Knight, author of interracial paranormal erotic romance blog! Thanks for visiting my stop to help us honor One Romanceebooks.com one year anniversary blog tour! I would like to say Happy Anniversary to the folks at One Romanceebooks.

This is stop #10, your last stop should have been #9 http://depravedduchess.blogspot.com/.

While I have you here, I would like to blog a bit about BDSM. I'm curious to know how many of you enjoy the theme? I'm asking because I just submitted a story, My Dark Lord and Master to a publisher last night with strong elements of BDSM. I write everything pertaining to erotica, erotic romance, and BDSM, and all my stories have a mix of the paranormal. I know everyone likes a little something different, and I enjoy providing. ; ) When reading a BDSM story, do you prefer submissive or dominant heroines, or both? I like writing about both, and my next couple of books after Spiritwalker is guaranteed to leave you breathless.

Now, let's get down to the nitty gritty! I’m giving away a free copy of my upcoming release, My Serbian Wolf. This story will warm your heart and soul, and leave you panting like a wolf. Please remember, the release date for this book is July 30th, so don't forget. Also, another prize is bath and body work products from Mary Kay. Don't forget to leave  a comment to enter the drawing to win! You have a chance at two spectacular prizes! Please know, there are no elements of BDSM in this story. My alpha, Niko is an ancient Serbian wolf shifter who is firm, gentle, loving, and kind to Rebecca.

Oh, and I may as well post an excerpt, sorry guys.

Blurb:

Niko sacrificed himself once for the sake of his pack, but will he discover another lesson of self sacrifice that may release him from his spiritual imprisonment? 

Centuries later, he discovers his life mate, Rebecca, the one who can make him whole once again. For Niko and Rebecca, a second chance at love is just a breath away. 


Unedited Excerpt:


Clutching the bed furs, Rebecca shivered as she returned to the warmth of the bed. The cold air hardened her chocolate nipples, causing the silk to feel harsh against them. Candles adorned the room, and a slight breeze caused the flames to sway in a smooth fluid motion, in such a strange hypnotizing way. It was no secret, once again she'd been thrust into an alternate reality. 

A growl made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Chills skittered down her spine, causing goose bumps to erupt over her flesh. The bed sat adjacent to the entrance of the room, and within the door- frame she caught a glimpse of Niko's large silhouette. From what she could see, his eyes appeared to be silver, or perhaps the candlelight played tricks upon her eyes. 

Seeking more warmth, Rebecca tucked the furs closer to her body. Her breath escaped her as the wolf man moved closer into view, leaning against the stone wall. Silver eyes pierced her soul, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Hot cream flooded her silk panties when Niko finally came into full view, snatching her breath away like a thief in the night. 

She smiled. "I've missed you. Her pulsed quickened, and her clit throbbed. She ached with want at the thought of his hardened body slipping and sliding against hers. 

"And I've missed you, Ljubavnica (lee oo bav neet sa)."

Rebecca swallowed hard as the large, muscular man, who stood at six-foot-three appeared to float into the room. Every time Rebecca saw him, many memories invade her psyche, causing her to remember their past lives together. Tonight, he wore a blood red wool shirt, and black cotton knickers, that were pretty damned form-fitting against his chiseled body. 

His features appear to be carved from stone and adorned with tell-tale signs of his age, sending her blood pressure through the roof. To Rebecca, he looked to be in his early to mid forties, but she knew Niko was centuries old. Gray streaks were prominent throughout his black, shoulder length hair. Rebecca shuddered, not from the cold, but from eyes that were now black as obsidian. She released a breath and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. Those eyes possessed ancient unspoken secrets, and promised hours of forbidden carnal pleasures. 


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You must know, in order to be eligible, you will need to go to One Romance Ebooks.com to register. This is a very important step, so please do not forget. ; 0

Oh, and while you're there, be sure to read an enticing excerpt from my March release, Soul Seduction.  

Now, the next stop on the anniversary tour is #11 Margie Church. Her blog is http://blog.romancewithsass.com/. Take it away Margie!! I had the awesome opportunity to exchange emails with her last night. Pretty cool person she is!  Have fun, and good luck to you all!


CK

~My Serbian Wolf~

Hello, My Serbian Wolf will be released July 30th! Below is the book cover, blurb, and a little excerpt to tease and tantalize...


Blurb:


Niko sacrificed himself once for the sake of his pack, but will he discover another lesson of self sacrifice that may release him from his spiritual imprisonment?

Centuries later, he discovers his life mate, Rebecca, the one who can make him whole once again. For Niko and Rebecca, a second chance at love is just a breath away.

Excerpt:

Clutching the bed furs, Rebecca shivered as she returned to the warmth of the bed. The cold air hardened her chocolate nipples, causing the silk to feel harsh against them. Candles adorned the room, and a slight breeze caused the flames to sway in a smooth fluid motion, in such a strange hypnotizing way. It was no secret, once again she'd been thrust into an alternate reality.

A growl made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Chills skittered down her spine, causing goose bumps to erupt over her flesh. The bed sat adjacent to the entrance of the room, and within the door- frame she caught a glimpse of Niko's large silhouette. From what she could see, his eyes appeared to be silver, or perhaps the candlelight played tricks upon her eyes.

Seeking more warmth, Rebecca tucked the furs closer to her body. Her breath escaped her as the wolf man moved closer into view, leaning against the stone wall. Silver eyes pierced her soul, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Hot cream flooded her silk panties when Niko finally came into full view, snatching her breath away like a thief in the night.

She smiled. "I've missed you. Her pulsed quickened, and her clit throbbed. She ached with want at the thought of his hardened body slipping and sliding against hers.

"And I've missed you, Ljubavnica (lee oo bav neet sa)."

Rebecca swallowed hard as the large, muscular man, who stood at six-foot-three appeared to float into the room. Every time Rebecca saw him, many memories invade her psyche, causing her to remember their past lives together. Tonight, he wore a blood red wool shirt, and black cotton knickers, that were pretty damned form-fitting against his chiseled body.

His features appear to be carved from stone and adorned with tell-tale signs of his age, sending her blood pressure through the roof. To Rebecca, he looked to be in his early to mid forties, but she knew Niko was centuries old. Gray streaks were prominent throughout his black, shoulder length hair. Rebecca shuddered, not from the cold, but from eyes that were now black as obsidian. She released a breath and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. Those eyes possessed ancient unspoken secrets, and promised hours of forbidden carnal pleasures.

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Coming, July 30th....

A contest is in the making for this story as well. The prize will be bath and body products from Mary Kay. I will post details in the coming weeks...
 
CK