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A Very Demon Valentines: Demon Hunters II is schedule for release February 14!
Time to meet Tey, a typical lusty earth demon and the hero of the story.
This morning, Tey was as tall, dark, and mouth-wateringly delicious as always. A thick black mustache emphasized his lush, cruelly beautiful mouth. Visible beard shadowed his rugged jaw making him look even more lethally sexy.
Either he was up unusually early or else he hadn’t been to bed at least to sleep. With his remarkable demon constitution, no matter how he abused himself no trace of debauchery showed. His usual long, rapid strides caused his black duster to flap behind him, making her hope for a glimpse of his tail.
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
A Very Demon Christmas just released last week, but here’s a snippet from A Very Demon Valentines 
Nostalgia for all the good times and hairy hunts Tey had shared with Trent, threatened to emasculate him. Blinking back shaming tears, he focused his attention on the pen. For once the submissives’ waiting area was empty. He checked his watch, two thirty-five on a Sunday afternoon — too late for lunch and too early for the night crowd — a good time to die.
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
Release day for A Very Demon Christmas!
Marci Gass created the gorgeous cover. I love, love, love the Demon Hunter logo!
To celebrate my first holiday story, I’m giving away an early present. A $25.00 Amazon gift card to one dangerously sexy commenter!
Here’s how you enter to win your mini-shopping spree: leave a comment on today’s post mentioning a book on your wish list and be sure to leave your email address so I can tell Amazon where to send your prize! That’s all you need to do. I’ll let the random number generator pick the winner and I’ll post the lucky winner’s name this Thursday. Be sure to check your email.
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
Just for dangerously sexy fans another excerpt from A Very Demon Christmas, Demon Hunters I scheduled to release December 20!
Colin tied the ribbon Diane had given him around Holly’s slender throat. The thin line of color marked her as taken — his.He loved how her lips were wet and swollen from his kiss. He loved the way she responded to him with total, helpless, surprised, submission. He loved how her abundant curves felt against his raw needs. And he hated not being able to read her. Touching hadn’t made even a crack in her impenetrable thought shield. He also hated being wrong.
In addition to not being able to read a single idea in her beautiful head, he had new problems. Her mouth was an oasis of pleasure in his barren life. Her silken tongue carried a seductive flavor of hot cocoa with a touch of cool mint. He should never have tasted her sweetness. Now it would be twice as hard to maintain his distance. But he had to; there was too much at stake, including her life.
Absently, he stroked the soft, soft skin over her delicate collarbone just below his mark of ownership. Then he watched her pulse at the base of her throat, entranced by the way it fluttered in response to his touch. What he should do was untie the ribbon, then escort her to the holding pen until the slave auction.
Yeah, sure. Not happening. He couldn’t stop touching her. Forget about putting her on the auction block for some other Dom to claim. She was completely untrained. Someone else might be impatient, too harsh, or… Not happening, no way, no how. The whole argument was moot. For now she belonged to him, and he wasn’t strong enough to forgo this chance to play. He was keeping her for tonight.
He’d agreed to do a teaching scene before the auction. Originally, he’d intended to work with hot wax or maybe a bullwhip — always a crowd favorite. But the idea of marring Holly’s perfect skin, even temporarily, sickened him. Learning her limits and how she responded to pain was part of being her Master, but he sure as hell wasn’t tossing her into an extreme scene with no idea how she’d react.
He let his thumb drift lower, grazing the top curve of her deep cleavage. And lower still, until he skimmed the edge of the lace cups. Through the stretched lace, he watched her nipples darken and pucker even tighter. He teased her swollen tips with a brush of his thumbs, and the thin material peaked over the stiffened points. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Her breath caught with a little hitch. “A kiss, Sir.”
Damn, she got to him. His cock lengthened and hardened further until it was a pleasurable heavy ache pinned by his slacks against his thigh. He unbuttoned his jacket and leaned closer, crowding her — letting her softness cradle his raw hunger.
“Where?” The single-word question grated out like he’d swallowed a load of gravel.
Another ragged breath bumped her lush breasts against the starched front of his dress shirt, adding fresh heat to his fever.
“Everywhere.”
Only the fact that they were in a public place, and he was fairly certain he wouldn’t stop at kissing, kept him from stripping off the bits of lace and taking her up on that offer. But he couldn’t resist probing her mind for lascivious images. There weren’t any. More accurately, there weren’t any he could access. He concentrated and tried again and came up just as empty. Apparently, he couldn’t read her thoughts even when he was touching her. He’d been so focused on her physical responses and that tempting body he’d forgotten the disturbing absence of his usual mental connection.
A muffled thunk sounded close to his feet.
“There’s your toy bag. Added some red hemp. Showtime, Master Colin.”
“Thanks.” Colin stayed riveted on Holly.
Duec laughed. “Nice slave.”
Colin whirled, but Duec’s broad back was already halfway across the room and moving fast through the crowd. No way was he going to chase down his boss and leave Holly unprotected. Then what Duec had said sank into Colin’s head. Leave it to Duec to provide the ideal Christmas present. Red hemp — absolutely perfect.
He cupped Holly’s nape. “Come on. I’m going to put your beautiful body on display.”
A muffled squeak that might have been a protest came from her lips.
“Do we need to talk about your limits?” Colin rubbed his thumb along the side of her neck and deepened his voice with enough compulsion to ensure her compliance. “Or are you going to trust me absolutely?”
Be sure and stop by next Tuesday for cover goodness and a chance to win an Amazon Gift Card!
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
Just for dangerously sexy fans, an excerpt from A Very Demon Christmas, Demon Hunters I, scheduled for release December 20th!
One step at a time, she told herself as she tucked a wayward strand behind her ear, and then left the apartment. She could always do a drive-by and keep going — an idea with a great deal to recommend it. Then no one would see what was hidden by her sensible camel-hair coat, which was exactly the problem.
She sighed. How was she going to negotiate an affair with a sexy Dom if she wasn’t brave enough to enter the club or take off her coat? A few jitters weren’t worth tossing away the chance for an erotic adventure.
Colin’s heady, intensely male scent lingered in her car. What a pity he wasn’t interested in teaching her about dominant men and perhaps even bondage. She would love to be his sex slave. She shook off the useless longing and let his fragrance fuel her determination to explore this strange and exciting world of domination and submission.
Too soon, her modest compact joined a stream of expensive cars lined up at the entrance to the club’s private parking garage. A stern-faced attendant waved her forward, motioned for her to roll down her window, and held up an open palm for the next car to wait. “May I see your invitation, ma’am?”
His tone was flawlessly polite. Aside from the ma’am, which rankled, she had no complaint with his manner. Still, heat flared on her cheeks in the seconds it took to produce the invitation.
He examined the small square of paper closely, then handed it back. “Go straight ahead, turn right, and follow the arrows. There are spaces open on the second level.”
“Thank you.” She left the window down, hoping to cool her face. If her courage failed, she could leave.
After parking, she hesitated for a few rapid heartbeats before she crossed to an elevator and rode up to street level. The doors opened to a festive foyer. A doorman accepted a coat and purse from a spectacular brunette in front of her. The other woman wore stilettos to match her black leather harness — kinky but not exactly Christmassy. Then she moved, and the tinkle of a dozen or more silver bells chimed with Christmas spirit. To make things worse, the narrow leather straps enhanced a slim, toned body with high, pert breasts and a perfect allover tan.
Holly wanted to back out of the club before she’d gotten past the doorman. The beautiful woman wearing the provocative leather costume triggered all her old insecurities. Although she had done her best to accept her round ugly-duckling shape in a world that worshipped swans, there were still times when she was slammed right back to middle school and her life as the chubby girl who never quite measured up when compared to the slender, popular cheerleaders.
In comparison with the other submissive’s sleek curves, Holly’s daring red lingerie suddenly seemed way overdressed and her figure way too full. Just when she most needed a little color, her cool cheeks told her the last of her blush had fled, turning her complexion back to its usual ghost white.
Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” played over an invisible sound system. The song gave Holly an infusion of optimism. She managed a smile for the doorman, and her fingers barely trembled as she handed him the invitation.
The open doorway beyond him gave her a view into a busy main room and a waiting area where half a dozen mostly naked women and two men, just as undressed, either sat or stood.
A tall man in a tuxedo entered the room and barked at a gorgeous redhead wearing a very short skirt and vest. Both of her garments were made from some kind of skin-molding material in a becoming shade of shiny gold. “Assume the position.”
Holly stared like a kid at her first circus as the submissive gracefully fell to her knees, then spread her thighs — she wasn’t wearing panties. When she clasped her hands behind her head, the vest parted, exposing the inner curves of her breasts.
Her prompt obedience seemed to mollify her Master. He brushed her top aside, tweaked first one nipple and then the other until they were both a darker red and stiff. Apparently satisfied with his efforts, he attached what looked like tiny vises connected with a chain to the hardened tips. “Very nice.”
“Identification, ma’am?” From the doorkeeper’s overly patient tone, Holly feared he’d already repeated the request.
Flustered and aroused by the scene she’d just witnessed, she reopened her clutch and peered inside for her license.
Before she’d retrieved her ID, a calloused palm cupped her neck, gripping her firmly. “I know her, Harry.”
That was wrong, because she didn’t know anyone at La Ceinture Noire, although there was something about his speech that tugged her memory. Perhaps she just wanted the deep voice to be familiar. The gravelly tones washed over her frazzled nerves, soothing her edginess while exciting a new layer of erotic sensations. He sounded like her handsome neighbor. But that couldn’t be right, because he barely spoke to her. Wanting to see her captor, she tried to turn. She might as well have tried to move a small mountain. His hold was gentle, protective, and impossible to break.
“Don’t move. I’ve got you.”
Be sure and stop back next Tuesday for another excerpt!
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
Holly loves her job as a private nurse, but the ill and injured offer little chance to explore her secret longings, especially not for a submissive seeking a master worth risking her heart. When she braves the exclusive La Ceinture Noire, a mysterious dom takes charge of her. She never sees his face, but she’ll never forget his powerful mastery.
Demon hunter, Colin avoids the sweetly submissive nurse next door because she doesn’t deserve to be drawn into his nightmare world. No one does. All he has to offer her is pain and heartbreak. He damn near hurts himself tripping over his own tongue when he spots her in red lace lingerie at the club. After a too brief interlude with the enchanting little slave, he comes to his senses, and alters her memory of their encounter before leaving.
There’s more to Holly than he suspects. For openers, she’s immune to his mind games. He can’t erase her memories without serious damage and he can’t bear to hurt her. The more she learns about him, the greater her jeopardy. How can he keep her safe?
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
Here’s Holly, the brave heroine of A Very Demon Christmas. The photo isn’t quite right. In the story her eyes are green and she’s a wearing red lace bustier… But I love the model’s stubborn chin.
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
All Holly wants for Christmas is a Dom to call her own. All Colin wants for Christmas is a sweet little slave and some red rope. It should have been so easy… Why the hell did she have to be human?
This was the start of the holiday story in my head and the beginning of the Demon Hunters series.
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am |
Catherine’s Toys III came out this week!
Here’s the blurb:
Catherine suspects Larry the security guard suspects she’s the one sexually assaulting hospital patients.
Casey just wants to have sex with somebody. Please?
And if he gets to kill that “somebody” afterward, all the better.
Catherine comes up with a plan that will take care of both of their needs.
Irresistible kinky fun, go ahead and click, you know you want to. 
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Monday KevaD’s Desire Damned part of the Timeless Desire line from Noble Romance Publishing released! This is one of those stories you don’t want to miss.
Here’s the blurb:
Satan wants the warrior Taka to bow before him. But Taka bows to no one except his gentle lover Har.
For thousands of years the two men have been doomed to a life of torment. While one walks the earth, the other suffers under the devil’s lash. Their only respite is an occasional night; a random, beautiful, love-filled night, knowing that with the dawn one of them must die in battle and return to Satan’s wrath.
On the war-torn fields of Gettysburg the two lovers are reunited once again. But this time something beyond Hell’s reach has happened. Something so wondrous, Satan may finally get his wish.
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When both Hunter and Tru bond with Amber their mating triangle threatens everything they hold dear.
Determined to help rescue the princess, Cassandra agrees to act as the dragons’ sex slave, but can she guard her heart from the dominant males?
Camille, a plump, sweet-natured breeder, is caught in New Eden’s endless war with Baldor. Her mates, Jaxon and Aegis, need cunning and courage to rescue her. They need a miracle to capture her heart.
Werewolf-whisper Daniel is the only one who can heal Scarlet’s broken werewolf connection. If he succeeds then the pack’s needs will eclipse his claim on her heart. But if he fails, they'll both die.
A lonely woman finds passion with a dominant much younger lover, when she tries to leave she learns her new master plays for keeps.
One dangerous warrior woman plus two rogue demon males equals a love to threaten an empire.
Getting paid to watch Eduardo is Desiree’s dream assignment, but when he reaches out to her, crossing the line, everything changes.
Deep in her secret heart, she lusts for a sexy pirate who’d be her master and commander in the bedroom. But, this man may be too dangerous
She finds paradise in the arms of twin brothers, but their law demands she chose one warrior to mate and one to die.
One woman, two men, three wounded hearts--though already mated their love is still forbidden.
