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New Release! Real Men Have Fangs by DCL Author Susan Blexrud

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 09:35:00 +0000

“Mad? I’m furious!” Lauren huffed as only a vampire can, expelling a hint of purple-tinged haze into the front seat of John’s Cadillac.“Can’t you put the freaking Mafia off until the baby’s born?”

If John’s eyebrows arched any higher, they’d bump the roof. “I detect a trace of venom in your sweet breath, my love.”

“A trace? It’ll probably corrode the dashboard.” Lauren angled her body to the door, where a subsequent puff fogged the window with violet iridescence. “And you’re avoiding my question.” She tapped her foot on the zebra-patterned floor mat. “You just passed the Florida Bar exam, for Pete’s sake. Did your first client have to be the most dangerous man in Orlando?”

The air in the car was so thick with Lauren’s disapproval; John had to fan the space between them to squint at her. “Honey, I’ve had far more dangerous adversaries in my 500 years. He’s only human, after all.”

“Are you kidding? He has an army of contacts—all over the globe.” Lauren shook her head, rolled down the window and waved out some of the haze. “You think you’re safe because he doesn’t know you’re a vampire, but what if he finds out?” She looked back at John. “He’ll load his gun with silver bullets faster than you can say ‘Dracula.’”

“Lauren, I’ll be fine, and I would never put you and our baby in harm’s way.”

John reached over to touch Lauren’s tummy, which had recently blossomed with roundness.

“I am so not happy about this.” Lauren folded her arms over her bulge and chewed on her top lip. She continued to stew for a minute, building up her next head of steam. “What if he captures you and wraps you up in silver chains? Lots of help I’d be. I can’t even morph to bat form in my present condition.”

John ran a hand over Lauren’s hair. “You have to trust me.” He veered onto the entrance ramp for Interstate 4 and merged between two cars that were barely a Volkswagen length apart, let alone a Cadillac. Lauren gasped as both startled drivers laid on their horns, but John ignored them and continued to weave through the heavy traffic, creating spaces that humans couldn’t fathom.

Lauren squeezed her eyes shut. “I know I encouraged you to get your driver’s license, but reckless driving can get you a whopping fine and possible suspension.”

John laughed and then touched Lauren’s cheek. “Don’t worry; the Orlando Police are in my debt. They won’t ticket me.” John exited Interstate 4 at the Altamonte ramp and deftly wound his way through residential neighborhoods. Careening around the final curve on Palmer Avenue, he slowed just before he reached their street, Bonita Place.

“Why don’t you leave the car there?” She pointed to the circular driveway in front of their large Victorian home.

“Don’t you think I can fit it in the garage?”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Not without a crowbar. It’s a Goodwill warehouse in there. Until I get rid of the stuff from my house, there’s no room.”

John hit the button for the garage opener, and in a matter of seconds, wedged the big car between Lauren’s floral sofa and her two overstuffed chairs. “Voila!”

Lauren blew her bangs out of her eyes. “That’s the final driving lesson for you, Bubba. Next stop, NASCAR.”

“That would be fun.” John laughed. “Do you think I could drive the Viagra car?”

“Considering that’s the last drug you’d need, it’s a good cover. But I know my NASCAR, and Viagra isn’t a sponsor this year. Maybe you could drive the Prilosec car.” She couldn’t help but smile.

“For heartburn? Don’t think so.” John reached over and unbuckled Lauren’s seat belt. “The only heartburn I have is the pain of you being angry with me.” He gave her that gorgeous lopsided smile, the one he’d held in abeyance for 500 years, until he met her.

She opened her car door and swung her legs to the garage floor. Turning to look at John across the black hood, she sighed. There he stood, the sexiest, most handsome man in the universe, looking back at her with those violet eyes. He ran his tongue across his top lip. Oh, Lordy. “Sometimes you make me crazy, but I’ll love you forever, John.”

He rounded the car at vampire speed to sweep her into his arms.

“Consider this a reprieve,” Lauren said, “but only for as long as it takes me to have an orgasm.” She batted her eyelashes playfully.

“In that case, I shall take my time.” He pressed her against the door of the car and wedged his thigh between her legs.

“Squeeze,” she commanded, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.

“Oh, I’ll do better than that.” He pulled up her tank top and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily.

As desire gripped her core, she reached to free his penis from his jeans. “Now.”

“No, I told you. I’m taking my bloody time.” He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the house.

Crackling with electricity from head to toe, she squealed when he kicked the back door open. “If you’re as anxious as I am, let’s christen the kitchen,” she said.

“Only if you promise not to dispel that purple haze, again. You’ll kill the African violets.”

“I promise,” she said.

He plunked her down, albeit gently, on the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs under her handkerchief skirt, he played in her juices for a while, and then he took her chin in his hand as he plunged into her depths with his cock. “Nothing,” he said, “nothing in the world comes close to this.”

She moved against him hungrily, but he pulled back. “Not so fast,” he said, withdrawing his penis. “Let’s give each room its due.”

Lauren’s sexual frustration mounted as John teased her nipples through the butler’s pantry, licked her clit on the living room couch, and bent her over the foyer banister to enter her briefly from behind. By the time they reached their bedroom, she was frantic with pent up desire.

“Tonight, I say when.” He carried her to the bed and then moved away from her to the Palladian window. He stood in profile, his erection prominent in the diffused light of the moon.

She swallowed hard, waiting. After a few agonizing moments, he turned to her.

“You have to trust me, Lauren. In everything.” He moved slowly to the bed and eased his hand up the inside of her thigh. “When.”* * *

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Her Noble Destiny Two Lips Review

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New Release! Hawaiian interlude by DCL Author Kate Hofman

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Kate Hofman- The Aphrodite Affairs: Circle of Love

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5 ANGELS for Golden Adonis from Fallen Angels review!!!!!

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Review of Scion: House of Bardin by Miriam Newman

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New Release! Safe Matters by DCL Author Ruth Rogue

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 12:21:00 +0000

He took a gallant step toward her. His intense gaze nearly stopped her heart from beating. She stood mesmerized by his muscular chest and seductive brown eyes. Her face heated and all she could think of was his nearness, if he touched her she might very well melt like chocolate. Could it be that the man she’d found herself fantasizing about was looking at her with desire? He must be affected by the close confines and the heat.

“You. Helen, you are one fascinating woman.” He lifted her chin with his finger. Then, he suddenly stopped, just as she thought he would kiss her.

She turned away hurt. Fool, it’s not as though you’re the last woman on earth, just the most convenient one. Trapped in a safe with a gorgeous man. Men like Jack Guardetto wouldn’t give someone like me the time of day outside of AA.

“I can’t do it,” he said.

“Of course you can’t. I didn’t expect you to. It’s hot and neither of us is thinking,” she said facing the wall. Her eyes welled up and she hoped with all her might the power would come on and Kevin would open the door. Please don’t let this man see me on the verge of tears. I have to get out of here. I do not want this. If only I could push him aside and run to my office, lock the door and get back to work.

“No. That’s the problem,” he said and turned her to face him. “I am thinking. I just don’t want to get involved with anyone I work with at AA.”

“I have that rule, too,” she said looking down. Just because she had not been with a man in nearly a year and was stuck in what amounted to a closet during a power outage did not give her the right to break her cardinal rule. No dating anyone employed at AA.

Jack continued to hold his hands on her arms. “Maybe when this store review is over we could get together.”

She looked up at him in disbelief. Did he just ask for a date? Helen nibbled on her bottom lip as Jack rubbed his large hands up and down her arms. Her body trembled, adding to her embarrassment.

“Frigid,” she said under her breath, but Jack heard her.

“Not to me. I think you’re…” he began.

She put her finger to his lips. “Don’t, you’ll regret it. We have to keep our wits about us,” she said. But, when he took hold of her finger and enveloped it between his lips, all thinking ceased. He sucked on her fingers one by one, slowly in and out, making the moistness increase between her thighs. She was nearly gasping for air.

When Jack took her hand to his hardened dick and gently pressed his lips to hers, she sighed. He deepened the kiss, stirring unexplainable emotions in Helen. Feelings she had never before experienced making her blood flow rampantly throughout her quivering body. His hand reached under her blouse and held her swelling breast, making her thrust forward in order to feel more of his hand against her. She moved her hand to his muscular ass as her thigh pressed against his hard penis.

“Helen,” Brent called out from the other side of the safe door.

“Yes, Brent, I’m in here,” she was grateful the words stumbled out. Helen quickly broke away and took the two available steps to the door.

“Charles asked that I check on you. He’s concerned and wants you to know that he’s aware of the situation here.”

Sensing Jack’s sudden nearness, she turned and put her hand to Jack’s mouth.

“Just what is going on here, Brent?” She asked looking at the door but not removing her hand from Jack’s mouth.

“The storm was brutal bringing down trees and electrical lines. It has passed and the energy trucks are out but the rain is coming down heavy and a lot of roads are impassable. As soon as I find out when the electricity is going on, I will let you know. Right now the message I got off my cell phone from the electric providers is they’ll let us know when they know.”

“Thank you Brent,” she said.

“Has anyone been by to check on you besides me?” Brent asked.

Her words caught on the dryness in her throat as Jack playfully tongued every inch of her hand. Her body throbbed and her knees weakened. It took all her might to get out one word. “Kevin,” she managed.

“Oh. I was just wondering ‘cause I haven’t seen Jack and thought maybe he stopped by.”

She pulled her hand away from Jack and took in a deep breath. “No, just Kevin.”

“I’m sure it’s hot in there for you,” Brent said concern lacking in his voice. Hot, he didn’t begin to know just how hot.

“Do what you have to to get comfortable, it could be a while.”

Wetness came upon the back of her neck and she knew Jack had squirted water from her bottle.

She forced herself not to turn around and said, “Did you not hear what Brent said about it being awhile. You shouldn’t waste the water.”

His tongue was on her skin licking up the water before it fell to her shirt. “I’m not wasting it,” he licked her again before adding, “just making the most of it.” His mouth retrieved the water his tongue left behind until every inch of her neck was soaking in Jack’s tongue waves.

How was it he made her tingle in delight? Maybe it was the heat or perhaps the confinement that caused her to let down her defenses. She stopped questioning her next move and just allowed it to happen. It had been too long. Her body was aching with desire for this man. The hunger radiating from his gaze stunned her. She allowed herself to get lost in the moment.

Helen struggled to unbutton her shirt that clung to her like a latex glove. She watched as her blouse fell to the floor; thinking what was about to happen had to be a dream. Then she felt Jack’s fingers under her chin and he lifted her head. His smoldering brown eyes were pleading with her to give in to their desires. He tore his gaze from hers to take in her erect nipples covered in the sheer fabric of her bra. She could see first the surprise and then the delight in his eyes.

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New Release! Golden Adonis by DCL Author Kate Hofman

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After dinner, they went back to the loungers on the screened-in verandah, with the remains of the bottle of good red wine. “More?” RJ asked, bottle poised.

“Sure, why not,” Janice smiled, holding out her glass. “I’ll go make coffee when this bottle is gone, and you can pour us some brandy.”

RJ shook his head. “No, thanks. I’m not in the mood for coffee, but if you want some, I can make it. And I prefer drinking red wine to the kick in the guts that your brandy usually gives me. Where on earth do you buy that stuff?”

“Friend of mine makes it,” Janice said casually. “Got his own still at his cottage in the country. It’s 101 proof.”
“Small wonder I felt kicked in the gut, then.” He became aware of soft, seductive South American music. After listening for a moment, he asked, “What’s the music?”

“A Brazilian guitarist, with a rhythm section backing him. It’s a new CD. The moment I heard it, I had to have it.”
RJ nodded. “Great music for dancing…” He waited a beat. “Wanna dance?” “Love to.” RJ got up with the agility of a jaguar, and Janice quickly followed.

They moved to the living room, kicked their sandals off and danced on the velvety carpet in their bare feet.
After a while, RJ realized that he was incredibly turned on. It struck him that Janice was clinging to him—she had to be aware of how he felt. This was quickly confirmed, when she whispered, “You’re as turned on as I am…” With those words, she lost her footing, RJ tried to pull her upright, but her feet got tangled with his, and they both slid to the carpet. Janice giggled, whispering, “RJ, I don’t think you should be driving in your condition…”

“In my condition…?”

“Mmhmm,” Janice muttered. “Let me make you more comfortable…” She slurred the last word slightly, and began to remove his muscle-shirt. The moment she had pushed it up far enough, she began to feast on his nipples, licking, sucking, tickling with her tongue. He began to laugh. “RJ, you taste so good…” she moaned, “but help me get this shirt off you.” RJ obligingly removed the offending garment, and began to tug her top up, sliding his hands underneath, cupping one of her spectacular breasts, rubbing his thumb over her already hard nipple. I’m glad she’s not wearing a bra… He bent his head, taking her nipple on his tongue, where it seemed to harden and lengthen, as if he had given it a life of its own. When he sucked harder, Janice moaned again, “Don’t stop, RJ. This feels so good…” She slid her hands to his hair, removing the ‘doo’ rag, and confining his pony-tail. Instantly, his golden hair cascaded around them, giving them an unusual kind of privacy to do as they wished with each other.

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'5' for Not Without Love - from Fallen Angels!‏

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New Release! Necromancer by DCL Author Scott Harper

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 15:19:00 +0000

figure shambled in front of the car and Wendy’s words gave way to an inarticulate scream as she slammed on the brakes and tried to swerve at the same time. The car fishtailed but it was too late. She felt a sickening crunch as her front bumper impacted with the person. The car bucked as one of the front tires rolled over something.

Scarcely taking time to slam the car into the parking gear, she threw open the door and leapt out. She saw nothing at first, then she spotted the arm protruding from beneath her car. The limb wasn’t moving. Her stomach clenched as cold fear wormed around in her belly. Something new caught her attention, bringing her focus to it. The sight of the severed leg, lying a few feet away, made her stomach churn with nausea. She turned away and vomited. As it had been awhile since she’d last eaten, she was quickly wracked with painful dry heaves as tears flowed down her cheeks.

After a couple of minutes she turned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Wincing at the feel of the sticky fluid now on her hand, she brushed it off on her sweatshirt. To her amazement, the arm beneath the car was now moving. She watched in awe as the fingers twitched, the hand clawing at the asphalt in slow motion, as if trying to gain a grip on it. She turned back to the open car door and practically dove inside, snatching up her cell phone. Part of her thought that she should speak to the person who was lying broken beneath her car. But she had no words for them; nothing she could say would comfort them or make their pain lessen. As she fumbled with the phone, a niggling little thought tugged at her mind. She flipped the phone open and tried to dial. Her hands were shaking so badly that it was all she could do just to hold onto the phone. She pressed the 9 button then managed to press the 1. As she was trying to press it a second time the niggling little thought forced itself to the fore of her mind.

No blood!

She felt her eyes widen. Slowly, she turned to look again. The leg still rested a short distance away. The arm still reached out from beneath the car, scrabbling weakly at the pavement. She could hear faint scratching sounds as the fingernails scrapped over the rough surface. She looked again at the leg. It was clad in what appeared to be the tattered remains of the leg of a pair of dress pants. The foot was clothed in a dark sock and brown leather shoe, caked with clods of dirt. The leg had been severed just above the knee. A shard of bone, almost washed out by the glare of the headlights, stuck out of a mangled mess of ragged, pale flesh. But there was no blood anywhere in sight.
Then the smell hit her, the sick, putrid stench of rot and decay. Her stomach tightened and she thought she would be sick again. The shock she felt at the thought of having accidentally killed somebody was replaced in an instant by a new fear. It was a dread so deep that she felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks the moment it settled on her. Her mouth went dry and her throat was tight. Only half aware of what she was doing, she folded her cell phone closed and held it tightly as she stared at the pallid shreds of flesh visible among the torn fiber of the suit leg.

The soft scraping sound drew her eyes back to the hand as it slowly clawed at the asphalt. More of the arm could be seen now. She saw the cuff of a black sleeve and the white cuff of the shirt beneath it. She watched as more of the arm came into view until, finally, she could see the shoulder and a thatch of dirty, unkempt hair falling forward to hide the face. The body stopped moving.

A small popping sound made her realize that she was gripping her cell phone tightly enough to have cracked the plastic casing. Still, she kept her hand tightened on it.

The mangy head lifted, the neck it was attached to bending at an unnatural angle. Upon seeing the face, Wendy nearly choked and had to put both hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. It was broken and pale, an ashen, bloodless color. Tangles of dirty hair hung over eyes that were blind with rheumy cataracts. The mouth was opening and closing slowly, the pallid lips gummed with a thick, sticky substance that Wendy refused to even think about. She watched in horror as the corpse pulled itself the rest of the way out from beneath her car. The right leg was missing and the left was crushed and mangled, bone shards clearly visible. The thing twisted its head once more, turning its hideous face toward Wendy. The death-white features pinched into an expression of gleeful malice and a grotesque smile pulled at its mouth, the lips sticking to each other for a moment before parting fully. A large, shining black beetle scuttled from the corpse’s mouth, tumbled to the ground and scurried away. The corpse began to crawl toward her, pulling itself along with its arms, ruined legs dragging behind it.

Not vampires! Keely was right when he’d called them zombies!

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New Release! Scion Book 1: House of Bardin by DCL Author Miriam Newman

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 12:59:00 +0000

He kissed her again. He kissed her and reason fled, storming away from Lela on an unreasoning tide. She wrapped one hand around the back of his head, holding a hank of his down-soft The lonian hair. Her traitorous hand twined in it, giving her a momentary illusion that she had some control over what was happening, but illusion was all it was.
He let his weight down carefully upon her, chest pressing her breasts, hip against hip, legs twined with hers so that she felt points of fire along her entire body. Everywhere he touched her seemed hot, so hot, and his kiss was wanton and demanding. Men had kissed her that way before and she had been repulsed. Caius kissed her that way and she moaned low in the back of her throat and opened her mouth. His erection was heavy and pressed her belly.

At last he raised his face from hers and his lips sought the place near the hollow of her shoulder that made her shudder when he nipped gently and then soothed the bite with his tongue. Unthinking, she let her hand drift to the back of his neck. The other was trapped between their bodies in a position where she might try to push him away, but she knew she wouldn’t.

“Caius, truly, I can’t,” she protested, and missed his smile in the dark. She had used his name—a very telling thing.

“You needn’t,” he said. “Just let me touch you.”

Touch her. It sounded innocent enough…it was anything but innocent. He shifted slightly—so slightly—and touched the tip of her breast with the tip of his tongue. She gasped and her back arched, beyond her control, and he slid an arm behind the small of her back as quickly as thought and lifted her. Lifted her strongly, possessively, and without the slightest protest from her. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she cried out.

Her breasts ached and throbbed deliciously—a wonderful torment that couldn’t be soothed. Holding her, he let his kisses rain down her body, finding every sensitive spot while she lay helpless in his embrace. Eventually she simply couldn’t restrain herself any longer and pressed into his kisses, panting in distress.

“I don’t even like you,” she said plaintively.

She felt the explosion of his breath against her skin. He was beside himself with mirth, shaking in her arms, laughing so hard that a reluctant grin quirked the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, Lela,” he moaned, pausing in his seduction. “I don’t think liking has anything to do with this.”

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