Interview and Free Books from Celia Kyle!
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—
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.
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.
