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Hello, Readers!

Book 1

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[image error]I would like to welcome you back to The Institute. You can get Book 1, The Institute: Daddy Issues, for FREE at Amazon US and Barnes & Noble for a limited time.

 

 

Book 2

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And, being released tomorrow (May 7, 2016) is Book 2, The Institute: Mishka’s Spanking. Look below for a blurb, excerpt and links to pre-order now.

 

 

The Institute: Mishka’s Spanking
May 7, 2016

The Institute, Book 2

Victor Saltanov and his partner, Andi are deeply in love and continue to “play” together as Papa and Mishka in their off-hours. However, Salt hasn’t dared to spank his beloved Andi since their time at the Institute. But discipline is part of the Daddy/Babygirl relationship. What will happen when Andi earns a spanking…and her Papa has to give her firm but loving correction? You’ll have to read Mishka’s Spanking find out.

***Bonus content: The first 7 chapters of Abducted: Book 1 in Evangeline’s new series, The Alien Mate Index***

Author’s Note #1: Mishka’s Spanking is a short story which is meant to follow my previous novel, The Institute: Daddy Issues. If you haven’t read it, you might like to pick up a copy in order to know what is going on. These books are Age Play novels in which the characters pretend to be different ages for their own erotic gratification. If this type of story is not for you, you can skip it and go straight to the first part of Abducted: Alien Mate Index book 1 which is Scifi erotic romance, like my Brides of the Kindred series.

Author’s Note #2: This book also includes the first part of Abducted, the first book in my new Alien Mate Index series. If you like my Brides of the Kindred series, I think you’ll love AMI as well so please, give it a try and let me know what you think. I love to hear from readers and you can reach me at any of the links provided in the About the Author section at the end of this book.

Genre: Contemporary. Series: The Institute. Romantic Themes: Age Play (Daddy/Babygirl),Hurt/Comfort (Hero heals heroine either physically or emotionally and/or vice versa), Light BDSM, M/F, and Spanking.

Read an Excerpt

AN INTERLUDE FROM VICTOR SALTANOV’S POINT OF VIEW

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I paced the floor angrily, walking back and forth as I watched the front door. I was waiting for it to open. Waiting to do what had to be done. Soon my partner, Andi would be home and we were going to have a very serious discussion and probably a punishment. In fact, though I had not done so since we had left The Institute, my palm itched to spank her lush little bottom.

But why should I punish my partner, you ask? What right do I have to do such a thing?

If I am being honest, I have to tell you that Andi is much more than my partner. We have been together for four years but for three and a half of those years, we were just good coworkers and friends. Then everything changed.

I am Viktor Saltanov and Andi’s last name is Sugarbaker—Salt and Sugar we are sometimes called which is a fairly accurate representation of our personalities, although I am the only one Andi ever shows her sweet side to. But physically, it is true—I am 6’6 with a weightlifter’s build and Andi is barely 5’1 and very petite. People say we look mismatched, but I do not mind this—to be honest, I rather like it.

As we are both Detectives First Class and partners at the Tampa police department, the difference in our sizes is very noticeable—in fact, it is one of the things that changed the nature of our relationship from a good working friendship…to something more.

About three months ago our Captain called us into his office and gave us a new assignment—one he said we were perfect for specifically because I am so big and Andi is so little. We were to infiltrate a place called simply “The Institute.” It is an Age Play resort—a phrase which meant nothing to either Andi or me until the Captain called an expert in to explain.

Age Play is a form of BDSM and is much like the Master/slave relationship. But in Age Play, one of the participants acts older and the other takes on the role of a younger person—a teenager or sometimes even a child. At the Institute, those playing these roles were called the “Daddy” and the “Babygirl.”

Please do not misunderstand me—this ‘kink’ as Andi calls it, has nothing to do with the abuse of children—which I find abhorrent and wrong. Rather, it is an opportunity for the “Babygirl” to go back to a time in her life when she felt protected and safe and unconditionally loved. For the “Daddy,” it is a chance to feel protective and loving—to hold and cuddle and teach his “Babygirl” new and exciting things. He may also be called upon to discipline her at times when she is naughty but that, too, is part of their dynamic. It is a unique relationship and one I never would have dreamed of playing out with my partner before our time at the Institute.

Not that I didn’t wish to cuddle and protect my partner—it was all I ever wanted almost from the moment that I first saw her. But I didn’t think she would ever allow it. Andi calls herself a feminist but that is just another word for what I call “prickly.” Despite her petite frame, her long brown hair and big brown eyes, she refuses to “take shit” as she says, from anyone. I think being so small has made her extra tough—she has had to prove herself in ways men do not and as a result, she has grown a sharp outer shell that will cut anyone who comes too close.

As my partner and friend, she let me into her life…but only so far. There was always a doorway I could not pass through—a barrier I could not break, though I desperately wanted to. I didn’t understand why she was mistrustful of me—of all men—until we went to the Institute. There I learned that Andi’s father, whom she had loved dearly and who she thought loved her, had abandoned her at an early age. He left her with no warning in the care of her alcoholic mother who was neglectful and uncaring and never returned. This made Andi feel that anyone who loved her would eventually leave—and so she protected herself by never letting anyone into her heart.

But though she had grown into a strong, self-sufficient woman, inside she was still the little girl who had been hurt all those years ago—something which never would have come to light if we had not been playing the roles of “Daddy” or “Papa” as Andi prefers to call me, and “Babygirl” or mishka, as I had decided to call her.

It was only when she was being mishka, that my tough, stoic partner was able to admit her feelings of pain and despair and finally let me past that final barrier that had always stood between us. And it was only as her Papa that I was able to hold her and heal her, to give her the love that had been growing inside me for so long. Only as Papa to her mishka could I show her that I would never hurt her as her biological father had done.

By this I mean I could show her I would never desert her as he had. But as for hurting her physically, I was unfortunately forced to do that at The Institute. After being given an overdose of the drug, Please, Andi went into a sexual frenzy. The only way to keep her nervous system from overloading was to either fuck her or whip her. Because I knew we were being filmed for what our suspect claimed would become a viral video, I could not take the easy way out and fuck my partner—no matter how much she begged and pleaded with me. Instead, I had to whip her with my belt—I had no other choice for nothing else could save her from the effects of the overdose.

Striking Andi, who was more dear to me than my own flesh, in such a fashion nearly broke something inside me. My own father had often beaten me ruthlessly in this same way when I was younger and I had sworn never to do it to another—especially not someone I loved. The marks I left on her were a harsh reminder that I was not as different from that drunken bastard as I would like to think.

I guess you could say Andi is not the only one in our relationship with “Daddy Issues.”

Anyway, in the aftermath of our cast at the Institute and the whipping I gave her there, I tried to push Andi away and very nearly succeeded. If she hadn’t been able to make me see that she still wanted me as her Papa—and still needed to be my little mishka—I might have let the woman I loved to distraction pass out of my life forever. Thankfully, the misunderstanding was cleared up and we had been together now for three and a half months as Papa and mishka. In fact, I had even asked her to marry me and she had accepted—much to my joy and relief.

But I had not spanked my little mishka again since the Institute—although sometimes I think she wanted me to or wondered why I did not when she was feeling “sassy” or “bratty” as it was called during our time there.

If you are wondering, mishka is Russian for “little mouse”, an affectionate nickname that came to mean much to both of us during our time undercover. Andi is still my little mishka when we “play.” When I call her by that name, she knows that we are about to begin, that I am treating her not as a partner but as my Babygirl. At that time she belongs to me completely—to pet or punish as I see fit—though as I said, I had not punished her again.

Playing Papa and mishka is a pleasurable and satisfying relationship for both of us—though many would consider it unconventional or even deviant. But it was likely to be a painful one for Andi tonight. I was at last going to break my passive streak and punish her again. That was because of what she had done that day at work.

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We live in a stressful world. Super stressful. Stressful enough to make your head feel like it’s going to explode. At least, that’s how mine feels sometimes.

But stress and a busy mind are NOT good for writing. In fact, too much stress can drive my muse into hiding. So how do I push it all to one side and write? In today’s blog, I’ll share a few of my own personal stress-busters and give you links to where to find them.

And let me just say, I’m not doing this as an advertisement for any of these products or places–none of them even know I’m writing about them. I’m just trying to share with you some things that help me stop the crazy-train running through my brain long enough to get some work done.

A Stress-free Writer

First things first–all the products in the world won’t help if you’re not getting your head in the right place. I started practicing Yoga about a year ago and it has done wonders for me.

Yoga is a moving meditation and what I love about it is that it works on both my physical and my mental state. After a good hour of stretching and bending and struggling to get myself into just the right pose, I find that I have been concentrating so hard on doing it right, I have forgotten to worry. So afterwards my body feels great and my mind feels refreshed.

I practice at a little studio in central Tampa called Jai Dee yoga and wellness studio. Here’s a link–if you live in Tampa, you should try them out. http://www.jaideeyoga.com

 

 

Of course, in practicing Yoga, I do have a few favorite props. My yoga mat is an extra thick one I got while I was pregnant with my son. I intended to try yoga while I was expecting, but I never really got around to it. Now, 8 years later I love it. But carrying it to class was kind of a pain until I saw this awesome bag, The Asutra Compact Yoga Bag

One of my friends in class had it and I have to admit, I whipped out my phone and checked it out right away. What I love is that it has space for my yoga block, strap, a small towel, a headband, and my keys in the roomy but compact compartment beneath the mat holding area. It makes bringing all my yoga props to class so easy. (Before I just had everything stuffed in a big TJ Max bag and it kept falling all over the place and the mat was constantly unrolling.) So when I tell you I love this bag, I really do. It’s the best. : )

 

One of the best things about Yoga…the music. I have fallen in love with several musicians whose music I found through my various Yoga teachers. I prefer music with no words, or with words in a language I can’t understand. Because if there are words, my stupid brain will try to sing along which makes it hard to concentrate.

BTW, I also listen to this kind of music while I write. I find that it helps me get into the right state of mind for being creative.

 

Snatam Kaur (Sort of an unfortunate name but I adore her music) has some wonderful chants that help me clear my mind. I especially enjoy her album Essential Snatam Kaur: Sacred Chants.

 

Another favorite artist is Jane Winther. Her album, Mantra, is beautiful and soothing.

 

 

Okay, you’re probably thinking this whole blog is going to be about Yoga. But nope–I have one more trick for de-stressing even if you don’t feel like doing Downward Dog. And that’s a long, hot soothing bath. For that, I have to recommend my favorite bath salts, Relaxing Lavender Dead Sea Mineral Soak by the San Francisco Bath Salt Company.

This is a 2 lb bag which lasts a looong time. They have a 20 lb bag too but I can just see my husband’s face if Fed Ex comes to the door with 20 lbs of bath salts. So I’m sticking with the 2 lb bag for now. : )

Of course, when I’m in the tub, I’m not just soaking, I’m reading. I would say that 90% of my reading is done in the bathtub because that’s when I have time to sit down with a book (I mostly read on my kindle app on my phone) and just unwind. I don’t get a bath every night (I wish!) But when I can get the hubby to take over bedtime duty with my son, I like to take it easy in the tub and read.

 

What am I reading now? So glad you asked. A lot of readers write and ask me what kind of books I like–honestly, I don’t read a lot of romance even though I write it. What I really love is a good Scifi book I can sink my teeth into. Did you see the movie The Martian with Matt Damon in it? Did you know it was based on a kick-ass book? Here you go – The Martian: A Novel by Andy Weir.

I love the Martian not just for the plot, but because it was incredibly well-researched. The folks at NASA fact-checked it and gave it a big thumbs up–it’s a scenario which could really happen in the near future.

 

I’m also currently reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline, which is also going to be made into a movie directed by Steven Spielberg. Can’t wait to see it because I always like to compare the book to the movie. (The book is almost always better though, don’t you think?)

 

Anyway, those are the main ways I de-stress and calm down. Yoga, a long hot bath, and a good book. Anxiety and stress are a real problem for me, so this is a serious list. I hope some or all of it can help you out.

Until next time,
Hugs and Happy Reading to you all
Evangeline

***Note to my readers: in the interest of full disclosure, I want you to know that Mishka’s Spanking is a short story. The other part of this book is bonus material–the first 7 chapters of my new novel, Abducted, which is the first book in my Alien Mate Index series, coming soon. I just want to give you a sneak peek of what’s coming soon.***

After the Institute: Mishka’s Spanking

Available for pre-order now (links below) and will be released on May 7, 2016

Victor Saltanov and his partner, Andi are deeply in love and continue to “play” together as Papa and mishka in their off-hours. However, Salt hasn’t dared to spank his beloved Andi since their time at the Institute. But discipline is part of the Daddy/Babygirl relationship. What will happen when Andi earns a spanking…and her Papa has to give her firm but loving correction? You’ll have to read Mishka’s Spanking find out.

An interlude from Victor Saltanov’s Point of View

I paced the floor angrily, walking back and forth as I watched the front door. I was waiting for it to open. Waiting to do what had to be done. Soon my partner, Andi would be home and we were going to have a very serious discussion and probably a punishment. In fact, though I had not done so since we had left The Institute, my palm itched to spank her lush little bottom.

But why should I punish my partner, you ask? What right do I have to do such a thing?

If I am being honest, I have to tell you that Andi is much more than my partner. We have been together for four years but for three and a half of those years, we were just good coworkers and friends. Then everything changed.

I am Viktor Saltanov and Andi’s last name is Sugarbaker—Salt and Sugar we are sometimes called which is a fairly accurate representation of our personalities, although I am the only one Andi ever shows her sweet side to. But physically, it is true—I am 6’6 with a weightlifter’s build and Andi is barely 5’1 and very petite. People say we look mismatched, but I do not mind this—to be honest, I rather like it.

As we are both Detectives First Class and partners at the Tampa police department, the difference in our sizes is very noticeable—in fact, it is one of the things that changed the nature of our relationship from a good working friendship…to something more.

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You can pre-order Mishka’s Spanking now at Amazon US, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Amazon AU, Amazon FR, and Smashwords, and you will receive it when it is released on May 7, 2016. If you haven’t read the first book, The Institute: Daddy Issues, yet and would like to, you can find the buy links HERE.

As a bonus, you’ll get a taste of Abducted, book 1 of Alien Mate Index. Here is a word from Char’noth, the head of the Agency to tell you a little more about it…

Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1

Hello, and welcome to the Alien Mate Index, the premier site for finding the most exotic, rare, and succulent brides in the galaxy. Here at the AMI, we pride ourselves on offering only the best of the best–those females who were blessed with special abilities by the Ancient Ones, those who seeded our fair galaxy with life, praise their names.

We recently have come across a fine new planet, ripe for harvest. For years this planet–called “Earth” by its inhabitants–was locked against us. However, it has recently become accessible and we at the AMI assure you that its females are by far the most desirable of any world we have yet exploited.

Why not come and see for yourself? Any female you like can be yours for the right price. They have no idea we are watching them–no idea that at any time we can transport them to our station for the express purpose of becoming mates and concubines to some of the most powerful males in the galaxy. And there is nothing they can do about it.

Come today and see our fine selection. I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.

Char’noth S’roth,

Lead Transportation and Sensitivity Exam Officer,

AMI Inc.

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Hello, Readers!

People always want to know who is my inspiration for my latest Kindred or Alien hero. And I always welcome input from my readers–which is what today’s post is all about. Guys, I need your help–I would LOVE to have a pretty face to put with the name in my head as I write and usually I do. But sometimes I ask my readers to help me out by looking for just the right picture of that perfect hot guy who matches my hero.

Normally I do this on Facebook but I wanted to reach more people so today I’m posting this as a contest. I’ll give you a brief excerpt of what the hero in my upcoming book, Abducted, the first book in my new Alien Mate Index series, looks like and you guys find me some hot pictures.

Hello, Readers!

I am so happy to announce that Found: Brides of the Kindred 4 is now available as an audiobook (listen to a sample of it below)! BTW – To be informed about any audiobook news from me, then sign up for my audiobook-specific newsletter at http://eepurl.com/bs4eVj.

The main reason that it took so long for Found to get out on audio was because Anne (the narrator for Claimed, Hunted, and Sought), who is amazingly talented, had a play she wrote go Off Broadway. I am so happy for her and wish her great success in this new adventure! 

After scrounging long and hard for a new narrator, I came across Jodie. I am so lucky to have found her and can’t wait for all of you to listen to her narration of Found. Make sure to check out her bio which you can find below the sample of Found on audio.

P.S. Go to the very bottom of this post for a papertastic announcement.

GIVEAWAY

Prizes: There are 3 different prizes for 3 different winners:

$50 Amazon e-gift card
Signed print copy of Switched
A necklace made by me

End Date: April 1st at 11:59pm ET

How to Enter: All you have to do is leave a review on Amazon, other book store sites (i.e. B&N, Smashwords, etc.), Goodreads, and/or book blogs (only 1 per site), then send the link(s) to those reviews to [email protected] with Switched Review in the subject line to have it counted toward the giveaway.

 

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Prize: $25 Amazon gift card

End Date: 9 days left…

How to Enter: Click on the Rafflecopter link here.

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Here’s a blurb and excerpt to get you all excited…
P.S. Check at the very bottom for links and a giveaway!!!!

Switched

What happens when you wake up in someone else’s body?

And what if that someone happens to be a huge, hot, Alien warrior?

Frankie is about to find out…the hard way.

Kerov knows his people used to have the ability to Switch bodies with their bonded mates, but he has no idea who the girl in his head is. And the fact that she’s controlling his body goes beyond awkward…it could be lethal if anyone finds out. On his home planet of Tarsia, Switching is a crime punishable by death.

But there are worse things than dying as he finds out when he gets stuck in Frankie’s body as well. What is a Brazilian bikini wax anyway?  And why does he have to remove his pants to get one?

Will Frankie and Kerov ever get back to their own bodies? And what do the steamy dreams they’ve been sharing have to do with their destinies? You’ll have to read Switched, Brides of the Kindred 17,  to find out.

Excerpt

“All right, sweetie,” Helga bugled, slapping the door shut behind her and going to the pot of bubbling yellow liquid. “Let’s get started on that love cookie of yours. Now which side do you want the wax on first?”

“Hot…wax?” Kerov stared in horror at the attendant who was holding up a thin wooden paddle coated in the viscous yellow gunk from the pot. Gunk she apparently wanted to slather over the sensitive area between his thighs.

“Yeah, hot wax. How else are we going to get your hairy little biscuit all nice and smooth?”

Kerov clapped his thighs shut. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life—it made him wonder if females felt this way often. If so, he would never want to be permanently stuck in a female body. He felt so exposed.

“You want to put wax where?” he asked again, still not believing it.

“On your va-jay-jay, hon. You did pay for a Brazilian, right? So that’s what this is.”

“It is? But…why?”

“To get you all smooth and bare.” Without asking again, the technician dived in. Spreading his thighs with horribly strong hands, she started slathering the hot, gooey wax all over the soft little patch of curls that decorated the mound of Frankie’s pussy.

Kerov yelped as the heated wax made contact with the sensitive area. But before he could jerk away, the technician put down the wooden paddle and grabbed for some thin cloth strips. She pressed them over the wax-coated area and rubbed vigorously.

“Hey!” Kerov wanted to kick her—she hadn’t said anything about actually touching between his legs! He himself had refrained from handling that area out of respect to Frankie and now a complete stranger was dripping hot wax on it and rubbing all over it!

But the next minute his indignation was forgotten in a wash of pure agony when Helga grabbed the end of the cloth and ripped it away, taking the soft curls as well as what felt like half his skin with it.

“Ahh!” Kerov sat bolt upright, every nerve tingling in pain. “What in the Seven Hells?” he demanded.

“All right now, honey, it’s all right,” the technician soothed. Taking him by the shoulder, she pushed him back down on the table. He struggled but she was a much bigger female than Frankie was and incredibly strong. “The first side is the worst, I promise.”

“The first side?” Looking down, Kerov realized with horror that only half of Frankie’s soft, black curls were gone. Did this sadistic woman actually intend to repeat the process? Apparently so, because before he could protest, she had grabbed the small wooden paddle and smeared the other side of Frankie’s mound with hot wax.

“No!” Kerov shouted, starting to get off the table. But again, the technician pressed him back down. She really was horribly strong.

It was a new and terrible experience for Kerov, being physically overpowered. He had almost never known a time in his life when he wasn’t bigger or stronger than his peers. He struggled but to no avail—Helga was determined to torture him.

“Settle down, honey and let’s get this over with,” she snapped, clearly running out of patience.

“I don’t want to get it over with—I don’t want it done at all! I want you to let me up right now.” Kerov growled, glaring at her. But even his most intimidating growl came out sounding high and squeaky in Frankie’s voice. Damn but he was sick and tired of being trapped in a female body!

“Sorry but I can’t let you go like this—if the wax dries before I can rip it off you’ll never get it out.” Helga gave him a warning look. “Is that what you want? A big wad of dried wax hanging off your hoo-ha?”

Kerov struggled to master himself. Obviously he couldn’t leave Frankie’s body in worse shape than when he had entered it. There was already a lump on her forehead from the failed yoga pose. And having a dried wad of the yellowish goo permanently affixed to what this woman called her “hoo-ha” would clearly be even worse.

“All right,” he said at last, forcing himself to relax back on the cold table and spread his thighs. “But hurry.”

 

Intrigued? I sure hope so!
Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 is out now (Friday, March 25th). 
You can find Switched at:
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GIVEAWAY

Prizes: There are 3 different prizes for 3 different winners. #1 – $50 Amazon e-gift card, #2 – Signed print copy of Switched, and #3 – necklace made by me!

End Date: The giveaway will end on April 1st at 11:59pm ET.

How to Enter: All you have to do is leave a review on Amazon, other book store sites (i.e. B&N, Smashwords, etc.), Goodreads, and/or book blogs (only 1 per site), then send the link(s) to those reviews to [email protected] with Switched Review in the subject line to have it counted toward the giveaway.

Thanks and good luck to everyone!!!!

 

 

Readers, today I have a treat for you–a brief interview and tasty excerpt from NYT and USA Today best selling author, Celia Kyle. I’m sure many of my reader are already in love with Ms. Kyle’s work–she’s topping all the charts in Scifi romance and paranormal romance with multiple sexy series including The Ujal and the M&M Mating Agency. For those of you who don’t know her yet, you’re welcome. You’re going to adore her and she’s agreed to give new readers some FREE BOOKS. Even better! So let’s just jump right in—

 Yes! Give me free books!

Interview

Me: You have been a published author for a long time and write several different genres. Which is your favorite? And within that genre, what is your most popular book or series?

Celia: Hmm… I love them all equally?  That’s what parents say when asked about their kids, right?  (Even though you totally know you love your youngest child more. Mainly because I imagine delivery is a lot easier once you get to kid 3.)

ANYWAY *ahem* I started with paranormal and still love it the most even though I’ve branched out into scifi and urban fantasy.  (I mean, I couldn’t NOT write about aliens with tails or an ass kicking heroine. It just had to happen.)

As for my bestselling series… I’ve got a super sekrit announcement coming soon!  Grayslake: More Than Mated is by far my most popular series and there’s super amazingness coming at the end of March.

Me: E-book publishing is moving FAST. What are the recent changes/trends in the industry? How have you adapted your writing to meet the current cravings of your fans and new readers?

Celia: I write what I love and then hope that readers love what I write! In reality, every day is different, the world is in a constant state of change. The best anyone can do is… try their best.

Me: Give me a blurb and a tasty excerpt of your latest best seller. And don’t be afraid to make it hot–my readers love that. ; )

Celia: My most recent awesomesauce, kick arse book is Dragons of Preor: Taulan.

He wants to return to Preor and she wants a job, but you don’t always get what you want.

Lana Cooper is down to her last hundred dollars, has no job, and her clunker of a car has finally clunked out. How has her life become such a cluster of horribleness? Oh, right. A guy. Only she doesn’t get a chance to beg for a job. Nope, one walk along the beach changes everything. Oh, she has a job now… as the mate to a hot, hunky Preor dragon male.

Taulan sen Pavon is anxious to return to his home on Preor. Yes, he’d journeyed to Earth in hopes of finding a human mate, but now… Now he would like to heal in the privacy of his aerie. Wings destroyed and body damaged by an explosion, he has no desire to watch others find joy with their mates while he remains unworthy and alone on a ship filled with thousands. But then he finds Lana. Lana with her alluring smile, sparkling eyes, luscious body, and whose mere presence initiates the Knowing.

Can he live long enough to claim her? Can she see past her father’s prejudice to love him? Both questions are pointless because there are still Preor who despise the joining of humans and dragons. They will stop at nothing to drive a wedge between the races. Including murder.

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Excerpt

He ran his fingers through her hair, savoring the silken slide of the strands. “No matter what the future holds, it will be within the hold of the Preor. No others can touch you now.” He captured her gaze with his own and held it. “No one, shaa kouva. And should any try, they will die at the end of my blade.”

Any remaining tension in her body fled with his words. He had not realized his mate was so bloodthirsty. He could enunciate every method of killing should she enjoy that. He would do whatever he could to make her happy.

Lana reached for him, her delicate fingertips ghosting over his face. She traced his brow, the length of his nose and then outlined his lips. And all the while he fought for control, for some measure of strength that would keep him from pouncing on his ignorant mate.

For if she continued, he would claim her and it was not time for that. He would not impart the pain of separation on her. He would never do anything to harm her. Should he fall during the challenges and take his last breath… the agony would be almost unbearable.

He sought peace within his mind, fighting for a calm that seemed just out of reach. And during his inattention, she struck. No, she did not physically hit him. She did much, much worse.

She brought her lips to his. The first touch was merely a careful brush of mouth on mouth, but after that came more.

And this time he could only blame himself. For the first caress was not enough. Nor was the second. And on the third, he could not help taking a small taste of her sweet skin. The heat of her scorched him like dragon’s fire and the scent that tickled his nose reminded him of home and happiness.

He cupped her cheeks, tilting her head so he could explore her further and then… then he did. He slipped his tongue past her lips, lapping at the opening of her mouth before delving deeply and gathering her flavors. Sweet and smoky, the perfect complement to a dragon. The perfect mate for a dragon.

His shaft throbbed, attempting to break free of the fabric confines. He growled low, frustrated that he could not sink into her, that he could not transfer his scent to her body.

Lana whimpered and whined, wiggling her ass as if begging for more and he moaned in response. He wished for nothing more than to sink into her over and over again until they both screamed with the pleasure of release. The musky scent of her arousal teased his nose and his mouth watered. He would lap at her cream, savor each salty drop and explore her intimate depths. He would fill her pussy with his cock, fuck her over and over again until she carried his dragonlets. Until she was so tied to him she could never leave.

Never leave the male without wings.

The male without wings.

He was a Preor male without wings who’d just been confirmed as the fleet’s new War Master.

He fought to get his breathing under control, but every inhale brought Taulan more of Lana’s heavenly scent. Perhaps he would savor her a few moments longer. He would stop himself before he claimed her. He would. For now…

Taulan gripped her hips and shifted their positions until she lay beneath him on the couch. He was thankful Jarek insisted on the human-inspired furniture. Especially since he now held his mate prisoner on the cushioned surface.

He settled between her spread thighs and captured her mouth once more, teasing her tongue and suckling her in an ageless rhythm. He would lick her skin, caress every inch of her body, and when she cried out for him, he would sink into her in one fierce thrust.

For now, he rocked his hips, running the length of his cock along her cloth-covered slit. Her heat scorched him and the musky wetness told him his mate was more than prepared for his possession. By the stars, he wished he could take her.

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Hello, Goddesses!

Well, it’s been a loooong wait but the new Kindred book is finally here! Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 (I know–can you believe it?) has been SO much fun to write. I have my hero and heroine switch bodies and you will not believe the mess they make of each other’s lives.

But just because it’s funny, doesn’t mean there isn’t plenty of hot sex, brooding angst, and life-threatening danger. Don’t forget that the Dark Kindred Two, is still on the loose and he has some terrible plans for our friends aboard the Mother Ship.

Here’s a blurb and excerpt to get you all excited…

Switched

What happens when you wake up in someone else’s body?

And what if that someone happens to be a huge, hot, Alien warrior?

Frankie is about to find out…the hard way.

Kerov knows his people used to have the ability to Switch bodies with their bonded mates, but he has no idea who the girl in his head is. And the fact that she’s controlling his body goes beyond awkward…it could be lethal if anyone finds out. On his home planet of Tarsia, Switching is a crime punishable by death.

But there are worse things than dying as he finds out when he gets stuck in Frankie’s body as well. What is a Brazilian bikini wax anyway?  And why does he have to remove his pants to get one?

Will Frankie and Kerov ever get back to their own bodies? And what do the steamy dreams they’ve been sharing have to do with their destinies? You’ll have to read Switched, Brides of the Kindred 17,  to find out.

Excerpt

“All right, sweetie,” Helga bugled, slapping the door shut behind her and going to the pot of bubbling yellow liquid. “Let’s get started on that love cookie of yours. Now which side do you want the wax on first?”

“Hot…wax?” Kerov stared in horror at the attendant who was holding up a thin wooden paddle coated in the viscous yellow gunk from the pot. Gunk she apparently wanted to slather over the sensitive area between his thighs.

“Yeah, hot wax. How else are we going to get your hairy little biscuit all nice and smooth?”

Kerov clapped his thighs shut. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life—it made him wonder if females felt this way often. If so, he would never want to be permanently stuck in a female body. He felt so exposed.

“You want to put wax where?” he asked again, still not believing it.

“On your va-jay-jay, hon. You did pay for a Brazilian, right? So that’s what this is.”

“It is? But…why?”

“To get you all smooth and bare.” Without asking again, the technician dived in. Spreading his thighs with horribly strong hands, she started slathering the hot, gooey wax all over the soft little patch of curls that decorated the mound of Frankie’s pussy.

Kerov yelped as the heated wax made contact with the sensitive area. But before he could jerk away, the technician put down the wooden paddle and grabbed for some thin cloth strips. She pressed them over the wax-coated area and rubbed vigorously.

“Hey!” Kerov wanted to kick her—she hadn’t said anything about actually touching between his legs! He himself had refrained from handling that area out of respect to Frankie and now a complete stranger was dripping hot wax on it and rubbing all over it!

But the next minute his indignation was forgotten in a wash of pure agony when Helga grabbed the end of the cloth and ripped it away, taking the soft curls as well as what felt like half his skin with it.

“Ahh!” Kerov sat bolt upright, every nerve tingling in pain. “What in the Seven Hells?” he demanded.

“All right now, honey, it’s all right,” the technician soothed. Taking him by the shoulder, she pushed him back down on the table. He struggled but she was a much bigger female than Frankie was and incredibly strong. “The first side is the worst, I promise.”

“The first side?” Looking down, Kerov realized with horror that only half of Frankie’s soft, black curls were gone. Did this sadistic woman actually intend to repeat the process? Apparently so, because before he could protest, she had grabbed the small wooden paddle and smeared the other side of Frankie’s mound with hot wax.

“No!” Kerov shouted, starting to get off the table. But again, the technician pressed him back down. She really was horribly strong.

It was a new and terrible experience for Kerov, being physically overpowered. He had almost never known a time in his life when he wasn’t bigger or stronger than his peers. He struggled but to no avail—Helga was determined to torture him.

“Settle down, honey and let’s get this over with,” she snapped, clearly running out of patience.

“I don’t want to get it over with—I don’t want it done at all! I want you to let me up right now.” Kerov growled, glaring at her. But even his most intimidating growl came out sounding high and squeaky in Frankie’s voice. Damn but he was sick and tired of being trapped in a female body!

“Sorry but I can’t let you go like this—if the wax dries before I can rip it off you’ll never get it out.” Helga gave him a warning look. “Is that what you want? A big wad of dried wax hanging off your hoo-ha?”

Kerov struggled to master himself. Obviously he couldn’t leave Frankie’s body in worse shape than when he had entered it. There was already a lump on her forehead from the failed yoga pose. And having a dried wad of the yellowish goo permanently affixed to what this woman called her “hoo-ha” would clearly be even worse.

“All right,” he said at last, forcing himself to relax back on the cold table and spread his thighs. “But hurry.”

 

Intrigued? I sure hope so!
Switched is coming out Friday, March 25th. (So you can spend the weekend reading.)
You can preorder Switched at: Amazon US, Smashwords and Barnes and Noble.

Hi Readers I have a real treat for you today! My guest author interview is bestselling author, Opal Carew. Ms. Carew pens several Contemporary Erotic series including the Mastered By series and the Ready to Ride series about hot, alpha male bikers—yum! You have to check these books out—they are hot enough to set you on fire. So of course, I had a few questions for Ms Carew.

**After the interview be sure to

click the link for a FREE book from Opal**

1. What inspired you to begin writing? And when did you first start putting your stories down on paper or on your computer screen?

After fifteen years of working as a computer programmer, I stopped work to have my kids and I knew I needed to do something different with my life. When I was home with my babies, I started reading contemporary romance for the first time and I fell in love with the genre. Before that, I had always been a hard core Science Fiction fan. (I have books from my dad dating back to the thirties, including the first publication of the Foundation trilogy by Isaac Asimov as a serialization in a pulp magazine.) I still love science fiction, but reading romance opened up a new world for me. I loved seeing inside the characters’ heads, especially the heroines, and seeing them overcome the obstacles, both external and internal, to embracing the love of their lives.

The more I read (and I read a lot with those late night feedings!), the more I came up with ideas of my own. Finally, I started to put words down on virtual paper, and that’s how I got started.

2. You write several different series of Contemporary romance. Do you have a favorite series—one you keep returning back to? Or do you just write whatever series you are interested in at the moment?

I’m a hybrid author, which means I publish with a traditional publisher (St. Martin’s Press) as well as self-publishing. St. Martin’s wasn’t really interested in having me do series, so I started doing them as part of my self-publishing. In fact, since I didn’t have time in my schedule to do full-length books in addition to my St. Martin’s books, I wrote short stories whenever I had spare time and did these as series that I could build on.

I have my Red Hot Fantasies series, which is about a five friends who arrange to bring their sexual fantasies to life. One of these stories was The Office Slave, which spawned its own series. I have wanted to finish this series for quite a while now and I’ve finally pulled it together and have all seven stories finished! My readers had been waiting for #4 MY NEW MASTER for longer than I intended, but it’s available now and 5 & 6 are up for preorder for March. The final story will be up for preorder next week.

I also have a continuous series called Mastered By. Each story is standalone, but all have a BDSM theme. I love exploring the D/s relationships through my characters! MASTERED BY THE CEO will be out in April and I plan to follow that with MASTERED BY MY CAPTOR, MASTERED BY THE SHEIKH, then MASTERED BY THE BILLIONAIRE, all coming out this year!

3. Have you ever tried writing another genre? Regency or Sci-fi or anything a little more “out there?” And is there any truth to the rumor that you write even naughtier books under another name?

I think I’ve tried most romance genres, except historical. I’ve done futuristic, science fiction, fantasy, urban fantasy, and suspense. Everything I write as Opal is very erotic. When I first started publishing, I had to pull back the sexual explicitness of my stories, so when my rights reverted from the ebook publisher who published those, I self-published them under the name Amber Carew, to differentiate them from my hotter works. (They’re still pretty hot, though.)

Yes, it is true that I have a hidden pseudonym where I write no-holds-barred erotica stories, but I’m keeping the name under wraps for a while.

4. Do you have any favorite TV shows or movies that inspire you?

Haha! One of my favorite shows is The Big Bang Theory, but it doesn’t really inspire me for my writing. I just love it because it appeals to my geeky side. The characters’ interests match my own so closely! Lol!

I also enjoy American Idol. I love the music, but I also love watching the contestants’ journeys. I love seeing them grow through the show and overcome all the obstacles. It reminds me of the difficult journey to publication and I can empathize with the strong desire to follow your dream and do whatever you can to make it come true!

5. What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

When new writers ask my advice, I always say to: concentrate on improving your craft (no matter how far along you are, you can always grow), find other writers to interact with, and persevere.

I believe no matter where we are in our writing career, we can always improve and grow. Take courses, go to conferences, or just read other authors and see how they handle things you have trouble with. When you’re new, it’s particularly important to find out where your strengths and weaknesses are. A good way to do this is to take a course where the instructor will critique your work. Also, running your work by another author, preferably one with more experience than you can help a lot. Be open to the advice they give you.

Finding other authors to interact with is huge. They can connect you to resources that can help you with all aspects of the writing life, from improving your writing, to knowing where to submit your work, to giving you moral support when you need it. They know the stumbling blocks, or are experiencing them at the same time as you. Going through it together makes you all stronger.

Finally, if you want to be a successful author, you must be ready to persevere. If you’re trying to get published with a traditional publisher, you’ll probably face many rejections along the way. That doesn’t mean you’re not good enough; it might just mean that editor doesn’t love your voice, or that the book you sent them doesn’t suit their needs right now. If you’re going to self-publish, you have a lot to learn and have to figure out how to balance life with writing and all the things you have to do and learn around producing, publishing, and promoting you books. There’s a lot to do and a lot that can feel overwhelming, but if this is your true passion, it’s well worth it.

6. What do you feel has been the most challenging thing you’ve encountered as a writer?

The first was getting published. I wanted to be published by one of the big six traditional publishers and that was a very difficult proposition. At that time self-publishing through on-line retailers like Amazon was not an option. I was thrilled to be accepted by St. Martin’s back in 2006 and have been publishing about 3 books a year with them since then. (Perseverance paid off!)

More recently, the biggest challenge has been to keep up with the changes in the market and to promote my books effectively so people hear about them.

This year, there were some scheduling issues and I’ll only be having one novel out with St. Martin’s in 2016. That meant I had to hustle to come up with another plan. I am pushing myself to have at least one release per month this year. (Some months I’m having three or more releases, but that’s because some are related short stories.)

7. Do you write to music? If so, what kind and how do you use it to set the mood for your writing?

In general, I don’t write to music. I find it distracts me. In the past, I used to write to classical music like Mozart because it is supposed to help your creativity, but I don’t do that often now.

Sometimes, I do like to put on a specific song to tap into an emotional situation for a scene. One example is Breathe by Faith Hill. I actually used it in a scene in my current writing project for St. Martin’s.

8. What is your current release? Give me all the juicy details and I want a tasty excerpt too!

Haha! I have so many releases coming out right now, I’m not sure which one to call my current one! I’m in the middle of publishing The Office Slave series, with books 5&6 coming out starting next week followed by a duet (box set) with both stories. All are up for preorder now. Then the seventh story will be out in April and I’ll be publishing it alone and as part of a duet with a bonus story following another character from the series.

I also have MASTERED BY THE CEO coming out in April.

And a fun new project I’m working on for St. Martin’s, which will be coming out in digital only in July, has a chef as the hero… tattooed, domineering, and definitely too hot to handle. Good thing it’s set against a blizzardy Minneapolis winter, so the heroine doesn’t go up completely in flames.

This blurb for the duet of book 3&4 from The Office Slave series will give you an idea of what that series is all about.

Sylvia surrendered to her ultimate sexual fantasy only to find herself slave to a man who can never love her.

Sylvia has always had a sizzling fantasy about submitting to four irresistible and dominant business partners. Given the opportunity to live out that fantasy, Sylvia jumped at the chance. But when Mr. Grant, the senior partner, showed up, he turned her submission into something very real.

Now she is exploring what it means to be in a Dominant/submissive relationship with a man who seems to gain more pleasure from watching her with other men than giving her what she really wants. Him.

Mr. Grant has never experienced a submissive as willing and desirable as Sylvia. Everything about her makes him want her, eroding the strict control he keeps over himself when mastering a woman. No submissive has ever come close to breaking through his carefully erected barrier of indifference. Until now.

Sylvia tries to reach past Mr. Grant’s self-imposed walls to touch the man beneath, but when he finds himself in danger of losing control, he takes drastic steps that will leave them both reeling.

Did you say you wanted an except, too?

This is from The Office Slave, #4 HER NEW MASTER.

Mr. King couldn’t believe his good luck. Grant was a fool to have let Sylvia go. The woman was obviously totally and hopelessly in love with him. Grant was probably just as in love with her, too, but couldn’t deal with the feelings.

Which was Mr. King’s good fortune. He hoped and prayed that in Grant’s absence, she would learn to depend on him. That her feelings for him would grow. If he could have even a fraction of what Grant had with her, he would be a happy man.

He heard footsteps on the stairs and glanced toward the doorway. He was waiting for her in the family room by the fireplace. When she stepped into the room, totally naked, his breath caught.

She was stunning. Her long, dark hair cascaded around her naked shoulders and her beautiful blue eyes were downcast. His gaze fell to her pert, full breasts, the nipples hard and pointing forward. Was she cold or turned on?

His gaze lingered, then glided down her taut stomach to her naked pussy. He longed to slide his fingers inside her, to see if she was wet. And he could order her over here and do just that.

But he wanted to give her time.

“What can I do to serve you, Master?”

He smiled. The word Master on her lips—referring to him—made his cock ache with need.

“Come sit with me.”

She walked toward him.

“Here. By my feet.” He pointed to the large, round cushion on the floor.

She knelt on it. The way he’d placed it, she was between his calves.

“Sit and relax. Lean against me,” he said as she knelt rigidly, facing away from him.

She shifted, sitting on the pillow and leaning against the couch. He lifted her arm so it curled over his thigh.

He turned on the television and started a movie. He stroked her hair as he watched, like she was a favorite pet. After a while, she relaxed more and settled her head on his knee. When one movie ended, he started another, not wanting to move from this glorious position.

But partway in, he could sense her restlessness.

“What would you like, Sylvia?”

* * *

Sylvia turned her head, still resting on his muscular thigh, and gazed at him. She wanted to be loved. She wanted to be cared for.

Mr. Grant did neither.

But would Mr. King?

“It’s all right. You can tell me.” He smiled kindly.

Her heart welled and she needed… she wanted… to be desired.

She sucked in a breath, then surged up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her lips merged with his and he answered by sweeping his tongue into her mouth, his arms gliding around her and holding her close to him.

She trembled in his arms, needing so much more.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she murmured against his mouth. “I want you to make love to me slowly and deeply.”

She wanted him to fill her so full she couldn’t feel the emptiness any more.

But she was overstepping. Would he turn her down? Discipline her?

His hand glided down her side, sending her flesh tingling.

“Then that’s what I’ll do,” he murmured.

His words made her quiver. She climbed onto the couch, kneeling over his lap and her hands slid down his chest, then found his zipper. She pulled it down and reached inside for the prize.

His cock was thick and solid in her grip. Too big to wrap her fingers all the way around.

His fingers glided down her stomach, then cupped her mound. His middle finger nudged against her, then slipped inside.

“You’re wet and ready for me.”

“Yes.”

She pressed his cockhead to her slick slit and glided it along the folds. Stroking her aroused flesh. Then she centered it and lowered her body. The plum-sized head stretched her as it slid inside. Once the bulbous tip was all the way in, she paused, then locked her gaze with his intense blue one.

“I want to be inside you, my love,” he said. “Deeply buried in your hot, wet depths.”

She nodded as she slowly lowered herself, taking him bit by bit. His thick, hard column gliding deeper into her body.

It felt so good. So comforting.

It was so clear that he wanted her.

Finally, he was fully buried in her depths. She stared into his eyes… the intimacy in their joined gazes almost more intimate than the joining of their bodies.

He smiled and kissed her lips. Gently. Lovingly.

Then he moved, pivoting his hips to rock his cock inside her. Her eyes closed as her head fell back at the exquisite feel of him stroking her insides. His hands wrapped around her hips and he lifted her slowly, then guided her back down again. The sizzling caress of his erection inside her took her breath away.

Then he rolled her under him. His big body covered hers as she lay back on the couch. His cock moved inside her. Smooth as silk. Filling her slowly, then drawing back. Like a slow deep inhale. Then exhale. His hard flesh quivering along her nerve endings.

She hooked her fingers over his shoulders.

“Oh, faster now. Please.”

He smiled and drew back, then glided deep. When his cock was all the way inside she sucked in a breath. Then he did it again. She shivered beneath him, pleasure washing through her.

“It feels so good.” She murmured the breathless words into his ear and he thrust forward, making her gasp.

She squeezed him, wanting to keep him inside her forever, but momentum kept him gliding in and out. Pumping into her. Her pleasure building.

“Ohhhh, yes.” She gripped his shoulders tighter. “Ohhh, Master.”

“Fuck, sweetness,” he said on a groan. Then he jolted forward, pinning her to the couch.

She felt him spasm, then liquid heat filled her. She shuddered as an orgasm washed over her, crumbling any barriers left between them. She clung to him as she moaned in ecstasy.

After a few moments, when she finally caught her breath, he stroked her hair and lifted his head to gaze down at her. The warmth in his eyes melted her heart.

“I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. You are my Master. You decide.”

He stroked her hair from her face. “Do you regret it?”

She shook her head. “But I should be punished.”

He smiled. “Do you want to be punished?”

She nodded. But not because the thought was arousing. Even though it was.

It was just the way it should be.

He rolled to a sitting position and she stood up, then turned her back to him, presenting her bare ass.

His hand slapped her left butt. But then his lips pressed against her stinging flesh and he kissed her there. Then his lips moved away and she jumped as he slapped her other cheek.

He kissed that side, too.

He did this several times, until her ass was burning, but his lips soothed her hot flesh.

He turned her toward him. “Are you happy now?”

She shook her head. “I must be very bad.”

“That’s why I just punished you.” His eyes lit up with his grin.

“No. I mean I must be bad at being a slave. That’s why Mr. Grant didn’t want me.”

Warmth and compassion filled his eyes as he shook his head. “No. Grant is a fool. You are a perfect slave.”

His hand caressed her face, then tucked her hair behind her ear, sending tingles along her neck and down her spine.

“And as far as being bad.” His hands cupped her burning ass and stroked lightly. “You are just exactly the right amount of bad for me.”

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