Please Welcome Marius Granville From Lex Valentine's Common Ground

1. Hi, please tell us a little bit about yourself.

My name is Marius Granville and along with my sister Elysia and brother Colin, I own Granville cemetery. My parents came to California from England during the Victorian era and built a cemetery and house that reminded them of home. The cemetery has a very Goth look to it as does my house. I love the fact that the house is nestled in the hills on a bit of land that allows me to keep horses. The beaches are just a drive down the freeway for me, but I’m not much into that although my mate is.

I’m pretty much a workaholic and if it weren’t for my two best friends Sean Antaeus and Alfred Stone, I would probably end up working seven days a week and never doing anything fun or social. But Sean and Al drag me out golfing at least once a week. I’m lucky to have such good friends.

2. I understand you’re mated to a werewolf. How does a mixed mating like that work out?

The issues I had with mating with Sair had nothing to do with the fact that we’re different races. It had more to do with the differences in our personalities. I mean, the Darkworld races have one thing in common and that’s that we get who we get for a mate. Destiny, fate, karma, the gods…whoever does the choosing is the final say.

There’s no rule that you can’t have more than one mate in your lifetime, but with vampires, they say that it has never happened. And I’m good with that. One bloodmate in my lifetime is enough for me. I can’t imagine loving anyone as much as I love Sair nor can I imagine losing her and being able to go on. If something happened to her, I’d prefer to seek the Afterworld myself in order to stay with her.

Things were a little rough at first between me and Sair. I wasn’t sure how a free spirit such as she is would work out for my lifestyle. But the thing is, mating is about compromise and finding your common ground. You have to create your “couple-ness.” It doesn’t just happen. You’ve got to work at it. Sair and I made a commitment to each other and we work at it all the time so that our relationship stays fresh and strong.

As for the issues others might have with our mixed mating, well, that just wouldn’t happen with Sair and I. She and her brother Ruan, the McCallan pack Alpha, are on the outs. Sair left their family home in Scotland to get away from him and his overbearing ways. Luckily, I don’t have to deal with the bastard. Her cousin Seth doesn’t have any real issues with her being mated to a vampire and neither does her younger brother Alastair. Both Seth and Alastair have left the pack as well and live not far from us.

My siblings both adore Sair and are very supportive of our relationship. But then, both of them are mated to black dragons so they are used to mixed matings.

3. Do you encounter prejudice from other vampires for your choice?
Not really. Like I said, when it comes to bloodmates, we get who we get. And truthfully, most of my friends aren’t vampires. I know there are some die-hard vamps out there who don’t believe in mixing the Darkworld races, but they change their tune if their bloodmate turns out to be something other than another vamp. Prejudice just doesn’t happen much in our realm because of the likelihood of your mate being of another race.

4. What is it like working with your author

I’d like to say she’s awesome, but the truth of the matter is the woman is driven. No sooner was she done with me and Sair than she was giving all her attention to Seth and Corey. Not that those two didn’t need the attention. I think they needed more help getting their HEA than Sair and I did. We had the Randalls to help us. Corey and Seth had Colin, who to be honest, only helped ‘cause he got pissed off.

If it weren’t for the fact that our author is so busy, we’d be a little more nuts about her. I do have to admit that we love what she writes though. Sair reads the good parts out loud and it’s better than foreplay sometimes! And the woman’s heart is in the right place. If she makes us unhappy, she makes up for it in the end. She’s a serious sucker for a tear-jerking happy ending. Which, of course, is perfect for all of us – her characters.


5. How can readers reach you and buy your book?

Well, other than golfing day, you can find me at the cemetery five days a week. On golf day I’m only there a half day and my siblings and I do alternating half days on Saturday.

As for my book Common Ground, it’s the fifth of the Tales of the Darkworld series and you’ll find it Pink Petal Books. (www.pinkpetalbooks.com)

6. Anything you’d like to add?

I’d just like readers to know that the next book in the series is out in October and that marks the halfway point for the series. Over the next year, each book will take us to the end of the Tales of the Darkworld. We’d like to invite readers to join us on this journey as our author finishes her first series ever. It’s a bittersweet journey for us and the more people who join us the sweeter it becomes for us because what we want is for readers to pick us up and re-read us over and over again. Your love is what gives us life.

http://pinkpetalbooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=6&products_id=71&zenid=3a1460741e1e7f0a8b5a58cef47907d6

Blurb:
Werewolf Sair McCallan escapes the confines of her brother’s pack with the help of a mated werewolf couple who believe in open sexuality and relationships. With Weylyn and Keir Randall, Sair experiences freedom in all things for the first time in her life. When she meets her mate, she’s shocked to find he’s a boring, broody vampire. Uptight Marius Granville has his staid and orderly life completely shattered by the arrival of his bloodmate, a beautiful werewolf who steals his heart and expects him to join in her kinky play with the Randalls. Marius is forced out of his hum drum existence and opens himself to new sexual experiences to please Sair. As her new mate strives to give her everything she needs, Sair battles internal demons that threaten their fragile new relationship.
Warning: This book includes sex on a washing machine, a make out session ala From Here to Eternity, sex between best friends (F/F), double penetration of a female (oh, baby!), and the best blowjob in the world (M/M) all within the confines of the hottest ménage a quatre the Darkworld has ever seen.Excerpt:

Sair shoved at him and Marius stumbled back a step. She dropped to the floor and slipped around him, trotting out of the bathroom. He followed her down the stairs and onto the deck at the back of the house. With a graceful leap, she jumped from the deck into the thick grass.
Marius came to an abrupt halt. With the silvery moonlight gilding her skin, naked Sair was a sight to behold. He sucked in a breath, his cock becoming even harder at the erotic tableau of his bloodmate stroking her hands over her moon dappled flesh.
“By the gods, Sair! You’ve no clue what you’re doing to me,” he complained as he stepped down into the grass.
Grinning wickedly, she backed away from him. “Yes, I do.” She laughed softly and darted around a tree as Marius took the shortest path toward her.
“You’re going to make me fuck you out here, aren’t you?”
She laughed again and skipped easily away from him when he tried to catch her arm. “What’s wrong with that? Are you allergic to grass?”
“No.” He stopped in a beam of moonlight, his head turning to watch her cavort naked in the dark, flitting between the trees. “But won’t the moon turn you furry?” he joked. “I don’t think I’d like to find myself coming inside a wolf.”
Momentarily startled, she stopped weaving in and out of the trees and turned to look at him. “You’d best be joking, my biter,” she said sternly. “You don’t see me assumin’ you can turn into a bat or become a pile of ash in the sun. Or, the gods forbid, sparkle.”
Her face scrunched up in an exaggerated grimace and Marius laughed. “I’m teasing about the moon. But you still haven’t shown me your wolf. Does she not wish to meet me?”
The grimace turned to a frown on her beautiful moon gilded features. “Do you ever go to the pet store and play with the puppies?” she asked in a cautious tone.
Shit, Marius thought. I’m caught.
Sair’s brows rose and he knew she’d heard his thoughts. “Yeeeeesss,” he replied, drawing out the single syllable of the word.
“This isn’t the same.”
Her sharply humorous statement hadn’t even faded from his ears before the outlines of her body began to shimmer. Marius had seen dragons shift before, their bodies becoming golden confetti in the air before solidifying. Sair’s shift didn’t take that long. The shimmer of her form took a split second and in the next moment, her human form disappeared, replaced by a grey wolf.
The wolf’s tail wagged and Marius smiled. Sair trotted over and thrust her cold, wet nose into his palm. He stroked her soft head and sank his fingers into her thick coat. Just like her human form, her wolf wasn’t big. Larger than a German Shepherd, but not nearly as large as other wolves he’d seen. She bumped against his legs, pushing him as her tail brushed his ass.
“You are all stuck on my ass tonight, aren’t you?” he teased.
You don’t like me admirin’ that firm masculine flesh?
“I didn’t say that. It’s just that other firm masculine flesh is crying out for attention.” With his free hand he stroked his cock.
You better hope no one sees you like this. Standin’ naked in the moonlight, pettin’ a wolf and strokin’ your dick. You’d get arrested and maybe sent to the psych ward.
Marius laughed and let go of his cock. “You’re right.”
When his fingers loosened on her fur, she dropped down to the ground and rolled to her back, displaying her belly. The fur there was lighter and he knew it would be softer. Kneeling beside her, her rubbed her belly with both hands, knowing that she had put herself in that vulnerable position to show him that she trusted him.
She whined as he stroked her and then shimmered. Instantly, her human form returned and Marius found himself stroking her naked belly, just above her mons. He grinned.
“Now, isn’t this convenient?” he murmured and slipped a hand between her thighs. He found her wet, her delicate folds slippery with arousal. She whimpered as he stroked her lightly.
Fitting his body between her thighs, he rubbed the tip of his erection in her wetness. She moaned, her hips surging toward him. With a hand on her belly, he held her down as she squirmed, trying to take his cock inside her.
“No, I don’t think so, my beautiful wolf.”
She gazed at him wide-eyed and moved urgently beneath his hands. “Yes. I want you. Please, Marius.”
“Oh, you’ll have me, just not like this.”
Deftly, with a swiftness and strength that gave away his preternatural nature, Marius flipped her onto her belly, then pulled her up on her hands and knees. Briefly, his palms caressed her ass cheeks. He pushed them apart and rubbed the head of his cock against the pink pucker of her anus. Her moans grew louder and she thrust her hips backward, silently begging him to take her in the ass.
“Not tonight, little wolf. But soon,” he whispered.

Alessandro - A demon with a mission

This interview is not one of our usual. Instead of Kate from Got Romance asking questions, we have unearthed the interview between Alessandro from Demons Love Cinnamon and his superior demon in Hades on the occasion of his application to spend Halloween on Earth. We can’t tell you how we got this…but Valerie Mann’s hair is still looking a bit singed at the ends.
She did alter the name of the interviewer, something about how just saying his name brings on a hundred year curse… So we will just call him Bob.

Bob: So, Alessandro, my boy, after all these years! Finally you volunteer to go to on the Halloween mission. I have to tell you this interview is being recorded for later transcription and possible torture and/or dismemberment of one or both parties.
Alessandro: Yes.
Bob: Wanna get you some of that hot Earth hoochie mama, huh?
Alessandro: Well, not exactly. I would just like to take a look around, you know, see the sights.
Bob: And of course…?
Alessando: Of course what…sir?
Bob: All joking aside, you know this is the one opening we have to sneak some untainted souls down here. That’s the only reason the boss even lets everyone go. He’s all business you know.
Alessandro: Of course, sir. I understand. Are we done?
Bob: Not quite. I have to ask, why now? All these hundreds of years, you showed no interest.
Alessandro: Well I had my responsibilities. Finally I have an assistant who can cover while I’m gone.
Bob: Dude, don’t try to piss down my back and tell me it’s raining. You know damn well we could have found someone for your desk. You have the seniority.
Alessandro: I don’t know, really. I just know I have to go. It’s a compulsion.
Bob: Well go ahead, and have fun. Just remember your job and bring back a soul, the purer the better.
Alessandro: Right
Bob: And remember, if you fail in your mission, it’s the lowest pits for you, no matter how much seniority you have. We’d miss you up here in Admin, but it’s the rules!
Alessandro: We done here?
Bob: Yeah we’re done. I guess. I still wonder what’s got you going this time. Just be sure and get yourself some Earth ass for me. I’d go myself, but this year my boss is going and I have to cover. Damn bastard! Of course I could make you cover for me…
Alessandro: Oh, of course. Have a good time sir.
Bob: Have you no sense of humor whatsoever? You’d better get out of here now before I change my mind and chain your ass to this desk.

Recording ends here…

but you can find out what happens next by picking up Demons Love Cinnamon at http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-demonslovecinnamon-477891-140.html.

Brom Bones is here today from Sleepy Hollow

GR: Today we’re glad to have with us Brom Bones from Sleepy Hollow.
Welcome Brom Bones. Brom is short for something right?

Brom: My real name is Abraham Von Brunt but because of my incredible strength of limb I have earned the nickname Brom Bones.

GR: I understand that there are some misconceptions about you that you might be able to help us clear up.
First, what can you tell us about a young lady you have been rumored to have an interest in…a Katrina I think?

Brom: Well, (((scratches head))) yes that is the rumor. Do not misunderstand. Miss Katrina Van Tassel is a lovely girl. Though she cannot sing a note, she loves a good scheme and I suppose that is what I like about her. As a friend. I must stress, it is just a rumor that we are courting. My interests lie with someone else and that individual has a rather active imagination which I don’t need to rile by perpetuating a rumor about me and Miss Van Tassel.

GR: Hmmm…sounds interesting. Care to enlighten us who your jealous beau might be? Does she have a name?

Brom: Since most people in Tarrytown, New York in the eighteenth century where I live do not have access to the internet I suppose I can tell you this: it’s not a woman.

GR: Really? Well, aren’t you just full of surprises, Brom Bones?

Brom: So it would seem.

GR: You care to give us the name of your lover?

Brom: No, but if you want you can read our story in ‘THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW’ rewritten correctly this time by Deanna Wadsworth http://deannawadsworth.blogspot.com

GR: Are you saying Washington Irving got the story wrong?

Brom: Not wrong, per se. He just left out all the good parts.

GR: Its common gossip that you have a liking for a good prank? Was that part of the original story true?”

Brom: (((laughs))) I’m always up for a fight or a frolic. I find sometimes that a good practical joke is the only way to get a person’s attention if that person is intent on ignoring you.

GR: I’m assuming you are referring to your male love interest that you won’t tell us about. Now don’t you think that sometimes these kinds of jokes can go further than you intend?

Brom: Well that depends on what you mean by that. My last prank was impersonating the Headless Horseman and scaring the wits out of Tarrytown’s schoolmaster, Ichabod Crane. And as far as I am concerned, that turned out exactly how I wanted. Better even.

GR: I’d love to hear how you met your author Deanna Wadsworth and why you allowed her to write the true version of what happened in Sleepy Hollow all those years ago.

Brom: Miss Wadsworth calls herself ‘vanilla’ though I don’t really know what she means by that. She lives in Ohio, is married and has three dogs. Two cocks and a wiener. Cocker Spaniels and a Dachshund, respectively. She has a fascination with all kinds of bizarre and exotic things and these often finds their way into her writings. After we read what she did with Red Riding Hood, we knew she was the writer for us. (http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?cPath=1_49&products_id=137&osCsid=8dhn7e85nsk58mv44fkjrjn0o2


GR Then you would say you have a good working relationship with Deanna?

Brom: Definitely. I chat with her on Facebook all the time (add these links too please!) http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001206469235 and a friend of mine is hosting interviews on her blog right now. http://deannawadsworth.blogspot.com Icha—I mean, my lover and I thought she would be the perfect one to tell our story while keeping with the old fashioned writing style of our time.

GR: Oops! You almost spilled the beans. But it sounds like we will have to read your book THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW if we want to know what really happened. Where can we find this book?

Brom: THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW comes out October 23, 2010 from Decadent Publishing http://decadentpublishing.com and soon after that you will be able to order it at Amazon for your Kindle.

GR: Thanks for visiting us today. I know the readers will be thrilled to learn so much about you and your author, Deanna Wadsworth, as well. She sounds mondo talented, and I see why you chose her to tell the tale.

Please Welcome Elisabeth, a Witch Who Has Come For Tea

Hi Elisabeth, thank you for coming to visit with us today. We’ve had lots of wild characters about the place and I’m delighted to have another witch to chat with. Finally, someone normal!

First off, would you like some tea? Or maybe something a little stronger? And we have some delightful mini-chocolate cupcakes and finger sandwiches…no, not real fingers! The werewolf last week was highly disappointed to find cucumber and cream cheese only.

Ok, now, to the interview…
Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Well, first, thanks so much for having me. The sandwiches and tea look absolutely delightful and I’m sure all of your guests have been delighted with your baking skills. About me, well there’s not much to say. I am what you could call, a cross stitch witch. My magic came quite by accident when one of our servants tried to cast a spell on me in the mid-1800’s. Somehow it was reversed and I became immortal with the ability to sew things to life.

I enjoy gardening, spending time with my love, Marcato, baking and, of course, sewing.

Do you find being a witch to be an advantage in everyday life?

It has its moments of worth, but for the most part, I do for myself. I do count my garden my special pride when it comes to my magic. The flowers are all creations of mine, every flower and plant lovingly sewn with my own hands—the same hands that wash my dishes.

I’m particularly interested in your cross-stitching…any projects going at the moment?

Well, Marcato asked me to make him some mittens since winter is coming here in Wisconsin. I’m considering adding a little something to them. He’s not like most men of this time who get all squeamish if their apparel has a bit of fancy on them. Perhaps a moose or something similar would be appropriate for my fine man.

Is there anything special about your work…magickal?

Most days, no. Although, I will modestly say that most people who appreciate the finery do see something beyond most others skills—but doing anything for 200 years makes for a certain level of perfection. My works only take on a magical tone during full moons. For some reason when I stitch during that time, whatever I am making comes to life. My gardens, for instance, were created over many moons. I have to be especially careful during those times not to create something that I’d have a hard time reversing.

If I were interested in learning more about cross-stitch, any suggestions?

I would recommend heading to your local senior center or nursing home to really learn the stitches. A good book is wonderful, but it is the human touch in crafts that make them worth doing.

I understand Stephanie Beck has been helping write some of your adventures? How did you two meet?

Stephanie, just a honey she is. We met after Marcato returned to my life. He met Stephanie through her work with his partner at the Demon Hunters Guild, Pammy. Apparently she writes about the Freak Sorority’s antics and after I read a few of those stories, I realized she was the one to ask to write down what happened with me and Marcato.

I hear she has something in the oven? Cupcakes?

Ha, she always has cupcakes in the oven! Or bread or something equally delicious. She’s also expecting a little boy in the winter. She’s in Minnesota so I know she’s been plying her own craft trade—knitting in preparation of that wonderful event. Don’t tell her, but I’ve got a mind to stitch a few plants for her children. No one appreciates beauty quite as much as children do.

If we would like to read more about you, how can readers find you and Stephanie?

Well, I’m not so much to read about, just a cross stitch witch who minds her business and is busy being in love with her man. But you can find more about Stephanie and her Freak Sorority at www.stephaniebeck.net and also at www.facebook.com/StephanieBeckAuthor. So much technology, it makes me yearn for my days in the 1800’s…right until I need to use the rest room.

Thanks so much for sharing with us. Maybe we can get together sometime and share brew…err… stew recipes!

That would be lovely! I’ve got a wonderful recipe for a rabbit stew. And of course, since I understand you’re a California girl, we’ll have to add a side of good Wisconsin cheese curds to it as well. Thanks so much for having me.

Hunny Lapin, Bunny Shifter, is in the HOUSE

1. Good evening. Can you tell our readers a little about yourself?

Hi. I'm Hunny Lapin. (plasters fake smile across my face) I like small animals, men in uniform, and saving the world. Yep, I'm a regular Miss Universe. Seriously though, I'm a bunny shifter so I do like small animals, especially if they are related to me, which odds are if they are bunny shifters, they are. I have a craving for men in uniform, especially bad boy Officer Drake. All tatted up and yummy. I accidentally fell into saving the world, having… ummm… stumbled across a piece of information I shouldn't have. Okay, okay, I hacked into my vamp boss's database and snagged some classified information.

2. I understand you have a boyfriend who has an interesting job

I wouldn't exactly call Officer Drake a boy-friend. He's no boy. Drake is all man, genetically enhanced EVERYWHERE, if you get my drift. He's a supercop, specially designed to protect and serve. He rids the streets of baddies, real baddies like the blood suckers and wolfboys. Yeah, he is a tough guy but he has a weakness for bunny softness. (blushes)

3. And what kind of job is it you do yourself?

I find those files you delete. Please stop doing that. It is annoying.

After you spend your lunch hour surfing the… well… the naughty sites, I rid your computer of those nasty viruses you 'mysteriously' get. News flash: Computer goddesses are all powerful. I can see where you surfed so there's no point spinning some story.

My forte is liberating information from restricted databases. That forte earned me a stint in the clink so my job isn't always all sunshine and roses.

4. I would think it would be hard to be a bunny shifter with all the bigger shifters around. Are they hard to deal with?

(Sighs) I get that question a lot. Maybe back in prehistoric times, natural defenses mattered, but as the Godrabbit, aka my Uncle Flopsy, likes to say, 'A big gun will more than compensate for lack of fangs.' In my case, the big gun is carried by Officer Drake (and no, I'm not referring to the one in his pants though that is nice also, quite nice).

Bunny shifters have other abilities like… our hearing is excellent and… (nose twitches as I think) we can make ourselves very small and we're fast where the expression quick as a bunny comes from and… did I mention we have excellent hearing?

5. What is it like working with your author?

I wouldn't say I worked with her, exactly. Cynthia Sax followed me around, scratching cryptic notes in her stenobook. Yeah, she used pen and paper. How primitive is that? She asked me most of the questions. Between you and me, I think she's a bit intimidated by bad boy Officer Drake. He looks scary with his bald head, tatts, and grim face, but he is a softie.

BTW… I dug into Cynthia Sax's past and… well… she doesn't have any. Either she lived her life off the grid or she's not who she claims to be. Either way, she's not completely on the up and up.

6. How can readers reach you and buy your book?
Badge Bunny is available for purchase here
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1452
Officer Drake is on the cover.
Doesn't he look yummy?

Cynthia's site is here
http://cynthiasax.com/
Check it out. Notice the lack of entries before December 2009. I can assure you the woman is older than that. Yeah, I know. Very suspicious.

7. Anything you’d like to add?

Officer Drake says I talk too much so I better not add anything. Oh, some readers have been asking about Uncle Flopsy's story. That bad, bad bunny's story (The Godrabbit) will be out for Easter 2011 'cause nothing says Easter like vamp slaying mafia bunny shifters.

Blurb:
My name is Officer Drake. I'm genetically enhanced to be the best damn policeman there is. I can snap a werewolf in two. I can outrun a car. That's not boasting. Those are the facts.
I'm designed to protect and serve, and when I spot a plush little bunny shifter by the name of Hunny Lapin, that is exactly what I do. I protect her from a strip club owning vampire and serve up her every desire in bed. 'Course, that lands me in a whole heap of trouble, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'm a supercop, remember?
Excerpt:
"When was the last time you got laid, Drake?" This is my partner's idea of clever conversation. Shoot me now. To clarify, that isn't partner in the sexual sense. Hell no, I don't swing that way and even if I did, I'd never be that desperate. We're cops. Wright's got my back, most times, when he isn't juggling two exotic dancers on his lap.
When was the last time I got laid? When was the last time Wright groped a waist wider than a toothpick? Two dancers are needed to fill up the man's lap. I eye their skinny bodies with disinterest. It would take five of those chicks to satisfy my larger appetite.
I'm a big guy. I prefer to play with women my own size. That means yummy mommies with hand-filling curves, not little girls with pokey elbows and ribs I can count.
"Fuck off, Wright." I sip my scotch. The other undiscerning dickheads come here after hours for the tits and ass. I come here for the drinks. The Fox Hole doesn't water down their alcohol like other strip bars do.
"There's your answer." Sarge laughs like a hyped-up hyena shifter. Before you give him respect he doesn't deserve, his rank isn't sergeant. The asshole just acts like one, barking out orders any sensible cop will ignore if he wants to stay alive. "You know, Drake, you'd get lucky more often if you didn't act like such a scary son-of-a-bitch." Sarge pats down his lap mate. I've seen him handle his gun with more passion than he's touching his nearly nude stripper. "Hell, even the badge bunnies leave you alone, and they'll do anyone in uniform."
I grunt at his piss poor advice. It doesn't warrant a proper response, and for your information, I don't act. I am a scary son-of-a-bitch -- genetically enhanced to be the best damn policeman there is. I can snap a werewolf in two -- those furry buggers are notoriously hard to subdue. I can outrun a car, even one jacked up on rocket fuel. I sniff the recycled air. I can smell strawberries in a room full of sweat, pussy, and cum.
I turn my head slightly. There she is. Golden brown hair frames a round face dominated by a pair of big brown eyes and a twitching nose. That's a woman. Hunny Lapin -- despite her porn star name -- is everything I consider fresh and clean and wholesome. What's she doing here? I have no idea. I've seen her before so I know she isn't lost.
She sure doesn't fit in though. Why? She's fully clothed, for one. Her plush body is clad in a fluffy pink sweater and a knee-length skirt. For another, she starts at every loud noise. This is ridiculous as she's in a strip bar, not a library. The tone-deaf DJ throws on a new hip-hop song and she jumps. Naked bodies smack together as they tend to do in strip bars and she trembles. Krag Fox's men holler at each other, and she flinches.
Meatheads are positioned at all doors tonight. Someone is in deep shit. I'd step in and ensure this someone doesn't die a slow and painful death in one of the vamp's backrooms. But this is the Fox Hole. Anyone here I'll end up either arresting or killing. Fox, bless his non-beating heart, is simply doing my job for me.
The scent of strawberries intensifies and a wave of horniness engulfs me. Hunny is hurrying this way. She doesn't glide like some high-class chicks do. She bounces and all body parts -- I drop my gaze -- I mean all body parts bounce with her. Damn, she has a fine pair of breasts. I lick my lips, hungry for a taste.
Some men claim that more than a handful is a waste. I think they're full of shit. The bigger, the better, and Hunny's pair are at the top of my big breast list. They're even finer because they're real. One blast of cold air and those nipples can be listed as deadly weapons. They also jiggle when she jiggles, which is what she was doing now. I'd sit back and enjoy the show except every so often she fervently glances behind her at Fox's approaching goons. The girl is in trouble. Help me, she mouths. Those brown eyes widen with fear.
This is none of my damn business. I recognize that. I don't know her and if she messed with Fox bad enough to warrant a death sentence, she can't be as sweet and innocent as she appears. But I'm trained to protect, and Hunny needs my protecting. The cop genes kick in. I pull her onto my lap so she straddles me – panty-covered pussy to pant-covered cock. I grow hard 'cause I'm human. Soft angora rubs against my face. The pastel pink sweater, as nice as it feels, unfortunately has to go. Fox's men can spot it a mile away. I yank it upward over her head and drop it on the permanently sticky floor.
"Whoa, Drake." Wright gawks at me, his big mouth open. "It was just a suggestion. I didn't expect you to get laid right here."

Zarek, Talree and Ian McGregor..Three Deadly Warriors in one Interview

“Today we’re talking with three of universe’s deadliest warriors. Zarek, Overlord of the Coletti Clans, his son, Talree also a Warlord and Ian McGregor, a Highland warrior turned way back in 1186. Gentlemen and I’m using this term loosely, please remember we have a no biting, fighting or mind control clause in our contract.”




Three sets of dangerously predatory eyes locked on me. “Okey-dokey, moving right along, Zarek how did you meet your mate, Detja?



Zarek’s smile was the scariest thing I’d ever seen. “She stole a Ditrim crystal from me and gave me the one finger salute as she made her getaway. That’s when I knew she was the one for me.”



“It took you, the ultimate predator, over six months to track Detja down.”



“She’s a very resourceful thief.” There was pride in Zarek’s voice.



“Detja was furious when you bought her from her father for the unbelievable price of one credit. Is it true this itty-bitty female managed to drug you, the most feared Warlord in the galaxy, lock you in a shipping container and put you on a ship bound for a penal colony?



The Overlord bared his fangs menacingly. “Her actions were unexpected but added spice to the chase.”



“Right, I imagine your ego was a bit dented?”



“Not at all, I was intrigued. I had lost two mates to the Alliance hunters and Detja’s ability to take care of herself made her the perfect mate.”



“Your home planet, Tanis, was almost destroyed six hundred years ago. My sources say that the chemicals used in the Great War created a genetic anomaly and only one female baby is born for every one thousand males. Faced with extinction you now raid other species for their women. Is that true?”



“For hundreds of years the Alliance High Command has put all their resources into exterminating our entire race. I take as many psychic females as necessary to ensure our survival.”



“And if they are unwilling?”



“Once the mate bond kicks in they belong to us mind, body and soul.”



“There’s no escape for these captive brides?”



“None.” Zarek eyed me like I was fresh meat and he was very hungry. “You have psychic abilities.”



“No! I don’t. You’re mistaken.”



“I never make mistakes.”



Crap. Kaylee was right. Zarek did make Darth Vader look like Little Orphan Annie. Swallowing hard, I quickly turned to Talree. “Warlord, how did you meet Kaylee?”



“Kaylee’s a Siren. She’s used her psychic abilities as an early warning system to keep Earth safe from the Tai-Kok and Rodan. She was mentally scanning her section of space for the Tai-Kok when I sensed her and I knew instantly she was my mate.”



“Wow! Just like that? Then why did Kaylee say and this is a direct quote, ‘I had an alien asshole stuck in my head who had a regrettable tendency to growl like a pit-bull.’”



“She was reluctant at first to accept me as her mate but I quickly changed her mind.”



“Because you generously offered to save Earth from annihilation?”



“Yes. The fate of both our worlds are intertwined. We must work together to stop my brother Malik and the Tai-Kok from destroying the galaxy.”



“Then why is Earth still on your to do list to conquer?”



Both Warlords said in unison, “We do what we must to ensure the survival of our people.”



A warning growl sounded from McGregor. “Conquer my world? Think again.”



With the eyes of death itself, Zarek and Talree rose from their chairs. “You think you can defeat us, vampire?”



“Whoa! Hold on a minute. No fighting. Remember?”



Talree flashed his fangs at me. “You think you can stop us, female?”



Oh hell no. “Please sit down. You do remember the penalty clause in the contract, right?”



All three warriors reluctantly sat down.



“Mr. McGregor you met your mate, Bunny, when she blew up your 1968 cherry red, mint conditioned Mustang.”



“Aye, she is a little she demon.”



“Bunny also skunked your 1964 Ford Cobra Shelby. That had to make you a bit angry.”



“Very angry. Challenging a Highland warrior is never a good idea.”



“You told her that you were going to hunt her down and fuck her till she screamed.”



“Aye and I did.”



I squirmed in my seat. Ian McGregor was one sexy dude. “What’s the greatest change you’ve seen in your eight hundred years?”



“Cars. Automobiles are mankind’s greatest invention.”



“Bunny told me you have over a thousand of them.”



“Aye, I’m a bit of a collector.”



“I’d thought a Highland warrior would feel more comfortable with a mighty steed between his legs.”



“I prefer a woman between my legs.”



Yikes. He’d give Don Juan a run for his money. “Gail Koger wrote all three of your stories. How did you meet her?”

“I saw the terrific job she did on writing the alien assholes stories and put the whammy on her. She’s now working on my mate’s book Bunny The Equalizer.



“What’s Gail like?”



“She’s a bit nuts but if you ignore the twitch in her left eye and keep her supplied with chocolate she’s good.”



“How can our readers find you and buy your books?”



A low growl sounded from Talree. “His book is not completed yet but if you want to learn about the Coletti Warlords you can find our stories, Just My Luck and The Warlord’s Comeuppance at www.whispershome.com or www.gailkoger.com.



“Any thing else you gentlemen want to add?”



“Buy our books or we will destroy Earth.”



“I’m outta here.”

Just My Luck blurb:



Kaylee Jones is a trouble magnet and chaos and disaster are her faithful companions. A powerful psychic, it’s her job to protect Earth from alien predators who consider our world an all-you-can-eat banquet. Unfortunately, her success at killing these alien freaks puts her on their most wanted list and lands her in a prison cell. Her roommate? A very hungry vampire. Okay, he’s really a Coletti Warlord who decides to make her his mate. Doesn’t matter that she’s not willing and this mate thing means he owns her mind, body and soul. She’ll admit the sex is hot and the bossy jerk has agreed to save our world from annihilation. But, the bad news is, Warlords aren’t benevolent do-gooder types and there is a price for his help. Our women. And the really bad news is, her Warlord’s low-down conniving brother has joined forces with our alien freaks and now we have to stop them from destroying both our worlds!!

Buy link:

http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/just_my_luck.html

The Warlord's Comeuppance:

Stealing from a warlord and giving him the one finger salute as I made my getaway was not the brightest thing I’d ever done. Okay, it was an incredibly stupid stunt.



Did I mention that this particular Coletti warlord is the most feared in the entire galaxy? That Zarek’s the ultimate predator and even the other warlords are scared spitless of him? That he never ever stops until he either captures or kills his prey?



Yeah, I have the big, bad after me and all because of one little finger. Okay and a Ditrim crystal the size of my fist. Am I worried? Of course, only an idiot doesn’t fear a very angry Coletti warlord. But, I am very good at what I do. Bad news is, so is Zarek.



Buy Link:

http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/the_warlords_comeuppance.html

Today Traian is going to tell us about his life in Bound By Obsession

1. Good evening. Can you tell our readers a little about yourself?
I’m Traian, the third son of Adnan Komar. Everyone I call friend knows me as Tray. I have three brothers. Ivan, the oldest, is on a power-trip due to his high-ranking designation in our culture. Keep a wide-berth around him, he bites. You may have met Lucas. Recently, he got his head out of his ass and patched things up with his mate, Katiya. That leaves Mikhail, my closest brother and partner in crime. Right now, I’m not mated. I doubt I ever will be. Out of all the younglings my parents had, I’m the only who lucked out, looking like my grandfather. We both have long blonde hair and green eyes. I live in a cushy penthouse in the center of Westwood, Los Angeles. I’m a techno-wizard, and have a network the good ole Feds would drool over. I have a special talent called a Híbe. With this ability, I am able to manipulate nerve endings for either pain or pleasure. It’s handy in the torture department, too. If you were to ask my sister, Anna, what is unique about me, she’d say I’m the scary one in the family. I don’t sharpen my fangs or have claws, but I do have a temper and I’m not above eliminating threats. Mikhail deals with the bodies.

2. What do you find most challenging about being a vampire?
I don’t consider myself a vampire. We use blood to elongate our lives, keep healthy, and for procreating with our mates. Life would suck, yes, pun intended, if I had to skip out on eating delectable foods, forgo enjoying a cold brewskie, and sleep in a casket. The most challenging thing about being Kan Asma is knowing I can’t choose my own mate. I must wait for the Elders to find me a female, and keep my fingers crossed she won’t select me. It’s total crap. Especially if the woman you want is human and the Council won’t let you have her. Freaking bullshit, I say.

3. Do you find that people have a hard time accepting you, just because you’re a vampire?
We are a tight-knit community and keep our secrets to ourselves. No one in America even has an inkling about our existence. If they did, they’d be, well, dead. However, some thirty years ago, we were found out by a government bent on learning all about us. They didn’t approach it kindly. Many of our people died, while others are still being held as lab rats. Those of us who are refugees keep our lips locked about our kind. We might be strong and dangerous but there is strength in numbers. Being overrun at our most vulnerable time, in daylight, is not something any of us want to relive. Especially me, I’ve been there and done that. So, people do have a hard time accepting us, and I have many scars to prove it.

4. How old are you?
I’m sure you couldn’t guess how old I am. I’m coming up on my second century. And, yes, the years of experience do make me better in bed.

5. What is it like working with your author – is she susceptible to your charms?
Miss Paige is easy to speak to as long as she isn’t being badgered by one of her cops, or hogged by that new BDSM master who’s story is taking up all her time. I’d like to show him a thing or two about floggers, and not in a pleasurable way. I’ll vamp up and admit I haven’t been easy on her recently. I can be prig-headed, demanding, and angry. She probably won’t say it out loud, but sometimes I think I might frighten her. I don’t mean to, but what she wants to do with my future mate infuriates me. Sometimes she can forget that I can be one scary Mother… Uh… sorry, forgive the vitriol. I have had to remind her a couple times that Mikhail is the player and I’m dead serious. I expect that we will come to an amicable conclusion, soon. If not, well, I might have to bare my fangs and show her who is really in charge here.

6. How can readers reach you and buy your book?
Right now you can only see me in my sister Anna’s book. Also, a bit about me is in my brother Luke’s story. Keep your eyes open though in 2011. I expect to have my tell-all released in the new year. And, I’m the lucky one who got to go full-length first. Miss Paige has informed me that I have a bit of a fixation when it comes to my mate, so she’s aptly named my book, Bound By Obsession. Hey what’s a male to do when the lady he wants can’t be his and murder isn’t an option?

7. Anything you’d like to add?
Christa neglected me while she attended to a detective. After watching his story unfold, I understand why she devoted so much time to Tyler Mason and his love. His story is worth telling and he gets his woman at the end. Maybe that will be my fate, too. I’d say the cop has some wicked seduction tricks up his sleeve. While you are waiting for my story to come out, you might want to watch Mason charm the swimsuit right off of Sophia in, Star Spangled Kiss. Other than that, if you have any questions for me, send them to Christa at christapaigeauthor@gmail.com . While Mikhail lauds every fan-mail that comes in, I’m not adverse to a few letters myself. Go sparingly on the perfume though, I do have heightened senses.

Here is an excerpt of Bound By Obsession:

Soft footfalls captured Tray’s awareness. Settling back in his chair, he tried to tamp down the aggression simmering in his blood. He just needed a minute to see her. To make sure she was happy. Then, he would get the hell out of there and continue on with his miserable, lonely life.
The door opened and he couldn’t help his automatic response. Turning his head, the instant she walked through the threshold, he watched her stride into the chamber. Oh Christ, she had grown up and the infatuation he had felt those many years ago shattered into a million bits and was replaced by a desire so great, so intense that it was a wonder he didn’t bolt out of his chair, back her to the wall and claim her, irrevocably, as his.
Making a fist, he clenched every muscle in his body, forcing himself to remain seated. But it was a hard task to endure. She brushed past him and walked behind her desk. A mixture of expensive perfume and natural femininity tickled his nose, teasing his senses. He tracked her every step, watching the way she moved. Beautiful did not even begin to describe the woman now standing in front of him. Though, it was immediately apparent that she tried to stifle her looks by hiding them with nondescript clothes. But it hardly mattered. The way her plain black, A-line skirt hugged her hips and tight ass did something to his pulse. It kicked up, pumping double time as he imagined running his hands over those curves, gripping tightly and pulling her against him. Then they would be thigh to thigh, chest to breast; no space separating them.
But what if she is a mother, married, not available for your torrid needs? He admonished himself. No matter the truth, he had little power to rip his stare away. It settled at those lovely swells, gently hugged by a silky pin-striped blouse. He could make out the line of her bra. It was plain white with a front clasp. Perfect for easy removal.
Hell! Shaking his head, he battened down the lustful images flitting through his mind and steeled himself for the moment when their eyes would meet. Would she recognize him? Damn, but he wanted her to remember him. It would make things a little easier. Perhaps, it would soothe the beast inside which he struggled to keep caged behind an aloof mask.
A sliver of a second ticked by and he tipped his head back just enough to see her face. The instant he saw her mouth, the line of her lips pursed together, he had to quell the urge to soften them with his kiss. He wanted to nibble and, suckle there until the dusky flesh was swollen and bee stung. As if somehow his thoughts reached her, the tip of her tongue slid out and moistened the bottom lip. His pulse jacked up and his body hardened an instinctive reaction to such an evocative sight. She had pale skin, tinged with a natural blush which highlighted her cheekbones. That rosy flush stood out a little too much for his liking. It wasn’t age causing them to draw his notice. Instead, he realized belatedly her entire body had changed. Thin didn’t adequately describe the difference. More like, she hadn’t been taking good care of herself.
What the hell had happened to all those luscious curves?
Forcing his gaze up, he finally met her penetrating stare. Bethany’s eyes had always drawn him in and this happened once again. Wide and elegant, the almond shape gave her an air of innocence. The light brown had little flecks of gold dotted throughout the darker color. Most people would not be able to make out the different shades of amber but his preternatural eyesight allowed a deeper inspection. She met his look, lifted one finely arched eyebrow at his perusal.
“Are you finished?”
Her voice washed over him. Soft and yet concise, she knew that he had been checking her out. He grinned, “Not yet.” Taking his time, he deliberately continued his inspection allowing his stare to linger as he took in the bun containing her long auburn hair. His palms tingled wanting to pull the twist free so he could grip the thick tendrils as he brought her close, guiding her up to his hungry kiss.
God! And he was hungry. Starving even. He should have forced himself to take more from Tory’s vein. The reminiscence of that sour taste on his tongue made him recoil but he fought the urge to scowl. Diverting his focus back to Bethany’s lovely face, it took all his power to keep his fangs right where they were, retracted within his gums. No way in hell could he allow his base needs free rein. Not at his age. He did not pant and salivate like a horny teen! After all, he was the scary one of the family, cold and calculating. Hadn’t Mikhail reminded him of those lethal characteristics last night? Deadly, that was Tray in a nut-shell.
Bethany looked like the type who should have a man that cuddled and doted upon her. The kind of affection he gave would probably leave bruises.
The instant he thought of that, he found his stare fixed at her throat. He could almost see two neat puncture wounds, left from his imagined claiming. An overwhelming desire to bite her there, marking her as his, hit him like a fiery hot bolt of lust. Shifting in his seat, he gritted his teeth and willed his demons into submission. Not today. Not ever!
“Ok,” he said in a tone a tad deeper than normal. Luckily no other of his kind was around to hear that telltale edge in his voice.
“Ok, what?” she asked him with a business-like efficiency.
“I am done.” He almost laughed but only just smirked.
“Very well then,” Bethany retorted before sitting down into her big, leather chair. She leaned over and retrieved a file folder. Opening it, she set it on the blotter. Reaching for the pen, she looked directly at him, smiled, and asked, “What brings you here today, Mr. Komar?”
He drew in a lungful of air, waited and then exhaled. “You, Bethany.”