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With just a few days until the official release of Ragged Edge in paperback (Thursday 10/4), and a sexy follow-up to the triad’s relationship in Reclaiming the Edge (Friday, 10/5), I thought it would be fun to share some snippets from both this week.

Today, a SFW excerpt that has Dalton working diligently at his motorcycle shop, thinking about an order he gave Cade, his submissive. But he’s not as alone as he thinks…

Excerpt from Ragged Edge

Copyright © SARA BROOKES, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Dalton worked on the metal sheet roller in the bay of Iron Cruisers. As he pushed and pulled the metal through the rollers, the muscles in his shoulders, chest and arms worked with the force necessary to shape the material.

He needed to form the specially shaped gas tank slowly for the custom bike he was in the process of building. It was labor-intensive, honest work that cleared his mind and helped him focus.

Just a few hours ago a phone call from Cade had confirmed his suspicions about Erin. The kiss with her had been intentional. A well-timed instruction given to a sub from his Dom. There had been no doubt in Dalton’s mind that Cade would thoroughly follow the direction.

He would have liked to have been there to see the look on Erin’s face when Cade had kissed her so meticulously and simply left her standing there aching for more.

Amused, he laughed to himself and turned the piece of metal over to add to the curve. He let himself be caught up in the work again for another few minutes until movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Looking up, he spotted Erin on the other side of the garage bay, her hand on the casing of the entrance. With the glazed look in her eyes, he surmised she was lost in some little world of hers where a lot of illicit thoughts ran rampant.

These had become more frequent of late and he thought them absolutely delicious. They were also very telling. What may have simply started as a fascination with her had grown to more as they’d spent time together. There was more of her to discover.

He slid the metal from the rollers, stood back and wiped away the perspiration gathered on his brow with his forearm.

Her eyes snapped into focus when he cleared his throat and grinned at her like a cheshire cat. “Sorry.” Heat tinted her cheeks pink.

The reaction fortified his thoughts they were headed in the right direction. Still, he couldn’t pass the opportunity to tease her. “Believe me, sweetness. Not complaining in the least. Been awhile since I was objectified so much by one person though. Twice in less than twelve hours has to be some kind of record.”

It’s somewhat of a double release week for me. Ragged Edge officially releases in paperback 10/4 from Ellora’s Cave and Reclaiming the Edge, my new contemporary menage BDSM erotica story with the same triad from Ragged Edge, releases 10/5 from Ellora’s Cave. I’ll be sharing snippets all week, and running a contest by week’s end. For now, just a very sexy six:

Her cop.

Those determined strides slowed as he approached, as if he wanted to watch her ride Dalton’s fingers. She half expected him to fist himself, beat off a few quick strokes, but he’d learned the valuable lesson that action received long ago. Add in what Dalton had just said and Cade’s passivism was understandable.

Instead he stood there in all his six-foot glory, vibrating with need.

Christalmighty, he’s gorgeous.

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Changing gears a bit from my backlist to coming soon for SSS! Reclaiming the Edge, my new contemporary menage BDSM erotica story, releases October 5th from Ellora’s Cave and thought I’d share a little, plus show off the cover art that I received for it a few days ago. As a caution, there’s some m/m interaction happening in these sentences.

Cade nudged Erin’s mouth with the tip of his tongue. She accepted him, loving the slide of his flesh against hers. Loving the way his careful, patient strokes seemed to melt away the last bands of constriction around her heart. His eyes were alight with arousal when he finally broke away and he turned, capturing Dalton’s mouth next. She treasured sitting this close, feeling the heat radiate from their bodies as they kissed. Though Cade was submissive, the kiss he branded on Dalton’s lips was anything but.

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With just 2 weeks until the release of Reclaiming the Edge, Ragged Edge, the story that introduced you to the passionate triad of Dalton, Erin & Cade, is now available in paperback at both Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Ragged-Edge-Sara-Brookes/dp/1419966898 and Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ragged-edge-sara-brookes/1104471771 While Reclaiming the Edge can be read stand-alone, you certainly won’t want to miss a minute of the intensity between these three. Check out the adult excerpt from Ragged Edge below!

Excerpt from Ragged Edge

Copyright © SARA BROOKES, 2012

All Rights Reserved,

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Erin watched as Dalton shoved Cade up against the bay door. A voice in her mind screamed for her to look away. She had no business watching the two lovers kiss good night. That same voice gave a quiet sigh seconds later when Dalton’s mouth angled against Cade’s lips.

She managed to close her eyes to the sight, but it did nothing to erase the vivid, tender moment in front of her. In fact, it just made it worse. Her imagination was a wicked thing and carried her back to the night she’d first encountered them together here.

Only this time she was between them. She sat on the motorcycle, Cade’s chest supporting her body as Dalton held her thighs open so he could slide the thick length of his cock inside her pussy.

A deep groan made her eyes pop just in time to watch one of Cade’s hands slide around the other man’s narrow waist. His thumb hooked through one of the belt loops just above Dalton’s ass and his other hand slid up, threading through Dalton’s mane of inky black hair.

Muscles moved under that fitted shirt and though Erin couldn’t see what Dalton was doing, Cade’s hand tightened against the back of his lover’s jeans. A soft groan split the early morning air and Cade’s head fell back against the aluminum door.

Oh dear God. He’s giving Cade a handjob.

Now aware of what took place just a few steps away, she turned and forced herself to keep her eyes forward. It didn’t help. In fact, it made it worse as it made her more acutely aware of the sounds they made. Dalton had cracked the window during the drive back to town and she clearly heard the satisfied groans the two men gave in response to each other.

Those sounds gathered and pooled in her gut, swelling with each passing second until it was hard to think straight because the throbbing need between her thighs overwhelmed her.

Last week I shared from Midnight’s Ghost, so this week I thought I’d share from Midnight’s Shadow, the second book in the Star Runner triology. There’s been trouble afoot between our two lovers, Wallace and Taran.

“I’ll see you later.”

As I watched Wallace leave, my lips still burning from his kiss, I knew until he came to terms with himself and his differences, things would always be this way. It was a waste of time to continue to push each other because it would just make things worse. He wasn’t ready yet and that hurt deeper than anything he’d done with my ship.

However, that didn’t mean I was going to give up on him so easily. What he didn’t seem to realize was the fact I would willingly fight with every breath I possessed in order to make certain he understood just how much I loved him.

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Hello Everyone,

Thanks so much, Sara Brookes for allowing me to invade your space today.

For the longest time I was stuck on historical romance. It’s was all I bought. I loved being wisked back in time especially to Regency England. Time travels came next. It allowed me to further ingrain myself as a modern woman would face the stress and strains of finding love in the past.

One day I took too long—according to my husband—in Barns and Noble—really can anyone be in a books store too long—and so my husband started helping me find a book. He picked up one of Karen Marie Moning’s highlander books. I read the back, found the time travel aspect and we were on our way. Never would I have imagined that after devouring the highlanders she would take me on a journey through the world of urban fantasy. I have been hooked on paranormal and urban fantasy since.

So of course, how could I not write about my new love?

The Fire inside is now on sale at Ellora’s Cave!

Blurb:

Werewolves be damned. Tyra Smith chose to leave behind her nature to protect her heart after the wrenching loss of her own pack. She wants nothing to do with another wolf. Never again wants to feel the deep pain of loss. At least until a sexy-as-sin wolf named Konrad shows up, saving her from the roaming paws of another wolf.

The sparks of lust ignite a desire that burns with hellish intensity inside her, making her crave something she’d dared to forsake. The ability to resist wanes. Is it a true mate bond that pulls her to him or just the heat cycle she’s entering? Something only time can tell.

When a real threat from another pack presents itself, Tyra must move into Konrad’s den for her physical protection. But as things continue to heat up between the two of them, will he also be able to protect her heart?

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An Excerpt From: THE FIRE INSIDE

Copyright © VIRGINIA CAVANAUGH, 2012

All Rights Reserved,  Ellora’s  Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Tyra Smith flipped the switch on the back wall, extinguishing the lights in the parking lot of Harry’s Bar. She stepped outside and the warm humid air surrounded her, causing a fine sheen of moisture to cling to her skin. Missouri summer nights weren’t for everyone, but she’d grown accustomed to them over the years.

She closed the door behind her and quickly used her keys to lock the deadbolt. With a relieved sigh, she turned and started toward her car. The night had been rough and filled with way too many bad drunks for her taste. Usually, it didn’t bother her, but tonight she seemed to be more on edge; little things that she normally would’ve ignored had caused her to grind her teeth and snap at the unruly patrons. But the shift had ended, and all she could think about now was the hot bath that waited at home. With purpose, she rounded the corner of the bar and headed for the east side parking lot. The darkness surrounding her posed no problem in finding her way. Thanks to genetics, she could see everything just fine, including the strange man sniffing around her car.

Her pace slowed as she took in his scent. Musk mixed with various scents from the earth along with the unmistakable smell of wolf. The muscles in her neck and shoulders stiffened as her irritation level kicked up a notch. She knew what he was selling, and she damn sure wasn’t buying. She’d made the choice long ago to stay away from other wolves and packs. Nightmares from the invasion of her father’s pack still plagued her at times. The attack had left her an orphan at a young age, forcing her to spend most of her childhood in wolf form in order to survive. No. She didn’t want anything to do with that life that had only brought her loss and pain. She much preferred being a lone wolf. Her stride lengthened as she marched toward him, her black, high-heeled boots tapping a staccato rhythm against the asphalt.

She watched as he turned toward her, an eerie smile lifting the corners of his thin lips. His blond hair spilled over his shoulders. Well-muscled arms were crossed in front of his T-shirt-clad chest. His ice-blue gaze raked over her, leaving her chilled despite the muggy night air. Tall, light and creepy. The vibe he gave off had her inner alarms chiming. The sooner she could get rid of him, the better. “Go away.”

“Bad night? I bet I could make it better.”

She snorted. “My money’s on you making it worse. Oh look, I won.” She pushed past him and inserted her key into the door lock of her POS car. She’d learned to speak smartass well after dealing with drunken humans for the last few years, and after a night like tonight, her temper had a hair trigger. Before she could retract her key, he touched her shoulder, which had her spinning back in his direction, ready to attack, her purse hitting the pavement with a thud.

He held his hands up and took a step back. “Relax. I wasn’t going to harm you.”

The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. “I’ll rip your hand off if you touch me again.” He could keep his reassurances, because she could scent them for the lies they were. But she had no choice. She had to appear confident in her abilities to protect herself or this meeting could go really bad. She bared her teeth in his direction and he smiled back at her.

“Feisty. I like that in a female. It makes certain aspects of the relationship more…exciting.”

Bile rose in her throat. “Go the hell away. I don’t want anything to do with you.” Something told her this asshole was going to make her go wolf. Her pulse jumped, beating with hard thuds inside her head. She hated going wolf. After all those years in the wild, she only shifted at the full moon, and only then because she didn’t have a choice. She wasn’t even sure she’d be able to handle a shift. Why the hell did this asshole have to be here? This neighborhood was mostly inhabited and frequented by humans.

He smiled again. “My name’s Xabier.”

A low growl rumbled her chest. “I don’t give a shit what your name is. Go away.” Her nervousness increased as a chilly sensation coursed through her flesh.

“You’re not even going to give me a chance?”

“No.”

“How do you know I’m not your mate?”

She didn’t know much about how the whole mate thing worked. She’d been too young, but she knew her parents were mates. And the way they were around each other had been a beautiful thing. She didn’t feel anything remotely beautiful about the wolf in front of her. In fact, something seemed weirdly familiar about him, but her mind wouldn’t nail it down. “You’re not my mate.”

He took a step toward her. “You can’t be certain about that. You know, sometimes it takes a few rounds of being together before the mate bond snaps into place.”

No, she didn’t know that. Nor would she sleep with this creep to find out. “We’ll never know then.”

“Oh come on. I can scent you. You’re about to go into heat.” He sucked in a breath through his nose. “Your smell is intoxicating.”

“I am not! And even if I was, I wouldn’t sleep with you.” She kept her gaze on him, not trusting him for a second to not turn hostile. A feral growl came from him a fraction of a second before he pounced, snatching her arm with enough force to rip the sleeve of her shirt. She half shifted, claws erupting from her hand as she swiped at his face and pushed him back.

His hand came up, covering the slashes that oozed crimson on his cheek. “You little bitch. I guess I’m going to have to teach you some manners.”

Brushing aside the panic that rose inside, she crouched, ready to defend herself as he made a move to come at her again. But he stopped short as a deep rumbling growl came from behind her. The scent of another male wolf entered her nose. His scent different, more spice than musk. But there was something else. Something she couldn’t put a name to, but it smelled wonderful.

“I don’t believe the lady wants your dirty paws on her, Xabier,” the deep voice called out.

Xabier stood tall and defiant. “Mind your own business, Konrad. There isn’t any mark on her. This bitch doesn’t belong to you.”

“I’m not a bitch, asshole,” she ground out between clenched teeth.

“Whether or not she belongs to me isn’t in question. She told you to back off. And if you don’t, then you’ll be dealing with me,” Konrad said.

She wanted to turn and look at the newcomer, but at present she decided Xabier was the greater threat.

Xabier gave an evil laugh. “Is this where I’m supposed to run away scared?”

Booted feet thumped against the parking lot, the sound echoing loudly in the still air before coming to a stop beside her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see black jeans and black boots from her crouched position. A slight turn of her head and she would be able to look at him, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off Xabier.

“I know you think you’re protected because I’ve entered into negotiations with your alpha, but I assure you, I mean exactly what I say,” Konrad said.

Xabier cast a look of revulsion at her, before turning his gaze back to the man who stood a few paces away from her. “There’s no need for us to fight. You can have the nasty bitch.”

A growl erupted from her throat as well as from the wolf beside her. Xabier locked his gaze on her once again and continued to stare at her as he walked backward toward the other side of the parking lot. His gaze felt like a cold caress that turned her stomach and had her swallowing to suppress her gag reflex. When he arrived at the edge, he turned and ran off into the night. A sigh escaped her lips before she rose to her full height and turned to look at her saving grace.

“Are you injured?”

Somehow she kept her jaw from dropping as she stared up at him. His dark hair was cut short, a slight wave to it. A lock had fallen across his forehead, making her want to reach up and push it back into place. Dark brows arched over amber-colored eyes that were surrounded by long, dark lashes. His bottom lip was slightly fuller than his top. She took in a breath to answer his question and that wonderful smell filled her nose again. “No. I…don’t think I’m hurt.”

She tore her gaze away from him to look down at her arm. “Damn it,” she mumbled as she surveyed the tattered remains of her green sleeve. “I really liked this shirt.” She had only bought it a week ago. Her jaw tightened as she ground her teeth. The budget she lived on wouldn’t allow her to replace it until next month. Her gaze went to the tree line where Xabier had disappeared—wishing she could mar the other side of his face.

“What’s your name?”

That deep voice rolled over her and she turned her head to stare at him. “Tyra.”

“Hmm. Tyra is a very nice name. I’m Konrad.”

“Konrad.” She watched as the corners of his lips tipped up. His smile didn’t hold the coldness Xabier’s had. Instead, it seemed to chase away the chill she’d felt earlier. “Thanks for helping me out. I don’t usually encounter many wolves in this area.”

“No, I don’t suppose you do. This area is mostly inhabited by humans. But we had a meeting not even a mile away from here, because it was neutral territory. Xabier left the meeting first. He must have scented you.”

“Oh.” Her gaze dropped to his chest. The black T-shirt he wore hugged his large pecs and biceps, ending at his lean waist. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to touch him—to push her hands under the fabric of his shirt and caress all that hardness. Desire coiled low in her belly. She heard his quick intake of breath. Her head snapped up as she heard the half growl, half moan he released. Her gaze locked with his, the amber of his eyes glowing with a rich intensity. That wondrous smell hung thick in the air around her. She wanted to bathe in it. Lust unlike anything she’d ever experienced gripped her. She stared at his mouth, wondering what his lips would feel like against her own.

He inhaled another breath and released it with a possessive rumbling voice. “Mate.”

The word washed over her like a bucket of ice water and had her blinking rapidly before taking a step back. “Oh, no. No. We aren’t starting this again.” She bent and picked up her purse from the ground where she’d dropped it earlier, trying hard to shake off the needy feeling he’d created in her. She sucked in a deep breath. Never in her life had she had such a lust-filled reaction to someone. He stepped toward her and she found herself staring at his pelvis. It wasn’t hard to miss the thick, hard ridge beneath the material of his pants. Her eyelids slammed shut as she rose quickly and turned, gripping the keys that still protruded from the door lock.

“Who’s your alpha?”

She ignored his question as she twisted the key and then pulled it out. Eyes open, she watched his reflection on the window. Sexy as hell was an understatement. She could feel his gaze move over her like a light caress, warming her body degree by degree. Her fingers curled under the door handle and pulled, opening the car door. A tan arm, dusted with dark hair, barred the entrance. She turned around and met his gaze, her frustration level rising. “Do you mind?”

“I need to speak to your alpha.”

“No. You don’t. You need to move your arm so I can leave.” The sooner she got away from him the better. His heated gaze roamed over her face and she found herself breathing shallowly.

“What have I done to anger you, mate?”

“That. That’s what you did. I’m not your mate.”

He leaned in close and ran his nose up her neck, inhaling a deep breath. “Yes, you are,” he whispered next to her ear.

Her eyelids lowered to half mast as her body trembled. The warm, rich texture of his voice did things to her insides. Her core pulsed as she noticed wetness gathering at her lower lips. No. She couldn’t let him get to her. She inched back, creating a small space between them. “Get out of my way.” This couldn’t be happening. She didn’t want this. She wanted a human life, damn it. Or at least as close as she could get to one.

“I know you feel it too. I can scent your desire the same as you can scent mine.”

“No, that’s not it.” Denial blasted through her.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Then what do you think it is?”

“I’m fixing to go into heat.” Her cheeks burned. She couldn’t believe those words just came out of her mouth. At twenty-four she’d never been in heat before, and really didn’t have any clue if she was about to be or not. But at this point she would take whatever excuse said this feeling he created inside her would only be temporary.

He smiled, revealing straight white teeth, his canines slightly longer and pointier than normal human teeth. “I know.”

The fact that he seemed to think he knew more about her own body than she did irked her. “See. So you admit it. I’m just horny. So…yeah. Now I’ll be on my way.” She stepped passed him and got into the car. Her hand closed around the handle on the door panel, but when she pulled on it, the door didn’t budge.

“Who’s your alpha?”

She ground her teeth, staring out the windshield at the rolling hills and trees. Stubborn wolf. “He’s unavailable.” Which wasn’t entirely untrue, considering her father was dead. But she wasn’t about to let this overbearing man know she was a lone wolf without protection. When he didn’t make a move to release her door or speak, she looked up at him. His eyes moved over her, as if he were studying her. “What?”

The muscles in his face relaxed and he released the door.

She pulled it shut, not taking any time to think about what had him changing his mind. It took only a second to have the key in the ignition and turned over. The engine roared to life. She backed out of her parking spot and moved the gear shift into drive. Before releasing the brake, she glanced out her window atKonrad. He stared back at her with a hungry look. The desire she’d felt earlier began to return. She tore her gaze from him, took her foot off the brake and hit the gas.

There couldn’t be any regrets. She’d chosen to live a normal life, and he didn’t fit into it.

Best wishes,

Virginia Cavanaugh

It’s been fun sharing some of my older stuff, so I thought I would continue with the trend. We’re heading into space opera territory today, with my award-winning futuristic romance, Midnight’s Ghost.

“You’re getting soft, Whittier,” Dalen sneered. He definitely had the upper hand in catching me off guard, but leave it to him to simply gloss over that little nugget. The majority of legal, and illegal, star runners would cross their family members without thinking twice if enough money was involved. Why else would someone run cargo on shitty shipping routes with star-freighters that were twenty years past their prime?

It sure as hell wasn’t for the health benefits.

“The only thing soft around here is that mini-sausage you call a penis.”

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Welcome to a very special one day Labor Day Blog Hop. Myself and a few authors decided to get together and just have some fun. I have a new story coming out soon titled Reclaiming the Edge and thought it’d be fun to give an exclusive, first peek. Not to mention, give away a book.

“I haven’t seen that look in your eyes in a very, very long time.” Dalton stepped out of the shadows, his fingers capturing her chin to tilt her face to accommodate for their vast height difference. His lips brushed lightly against hers. “I’ve missed it.”

His arresting gray eyes had always been something she got lost in, especially when he looked as if he could devour her at any moment. The pleasurable thought did a lazy slide low in her gut.

Licking her lips, she reminded herself why she’d come here. “You’re late.”

“Seeing you look that way was totally worth it.” Dalton smiled, his fingers skimming against her forehead as he brushed her long fall of strawberry-blonde bangs out of the way. His warm lips pressed against her skin before he gathered her close to his body. She’d always felt so tiny in his arms, his muscular bulk nearly overwhelming. Trapped in his embrace, she’d once been so safe and secure, as if nothing could touch her because she was invincible.

The disappointment she experienced on her birthday indicated otherwise. Her gaze roamed the room, noting they were alone. “Where’s Cade? You said you both wanted to talk to me.”

“He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

Pulling away, she tilted her head toward the chair. “So what is this?”

“Your birthday present, of course.”

She glanced at the seat in confusion. “Silly of me for not thinking that before. Especially since my birthday was last month.”

Anxious for more? You’ll  have to wait until Reclaiming the Edge is released shortly, but you don’t have to wait to read more about these characters! Their story began in Ragged Edge and today, I’ll be giving away a download in the format of the winner’s choice. Just leave a comment before 11:59 PM (EST) tonight and tell me how you like to spend the extra day of your three day weekend.

In addition, swing by any of the links below for more fabulous authors & their own giveaways!

Continuing on a theme – how about six sentences from the 3rd Rebirth series book, Forged in Fire? Evande is still torn between the two men she loves, but it seems Quinn is trying to sway her pick – or is that just me?

“You wanted me to be louder,” I reminded him.

A chuckle resonated deeply in Quinn’s chest. “What about now? Can you be as loud as I like to hear?” His fingers slid between my legs, and lost in his words, I willingly opened for his touch with a deep sigh of pleasure. “I have always loved the sound you make when you come.”

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Since I offered up six sentences last week from Flash of Dark, I thought I would offer up six sentences from Blood Fever, the next book in the UFR (non-erotic) series. What’s a girl to do? While Evande may not know, Quinn sure does…

“He breaks your heart, I get to disembowel him, tear him limb from limb and personally drop his ashes in the ocean after I light him on fire. No questions asked and I’m not going to ask for your permission. got it?”

Quinn smiled wickedly as he moved off, but I could see the smile didn’t touch his eyes. It was an indication he was deadly serious and could do each and every thing he’d just described. I’d seen him in action too many times to know he had the experience behind him to back up what he’d just said. Hell, he could do all of that with his eyes closed and that was the most frightening part of all.

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1) pick a project – a current Work in Progress, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published

2) pick six sentences

3) post ‘em on Sunday

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