Sandy Ridge 1
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: September 19, 2019
by Miranda Jameson
Doctor Bruno Steiner, half-blood vampire spy, has his life mapped out – brilliant career, service to his race and marriage to a pure-blood aristocrat. But when he saves a patient’s life, everything changes.
The slender tornado of a woman always has an opinion and is never slow to air it. She’s intolerable. And challenging.
Fleur Chastain, outcast half-blood, has waged her own war against Paris’s occupying forces. Arrested and tortured, she’s rescued by a man she suspects is a Nazi spy. But when she discovers who Bruno really spies for, she wishes her first guess was true.
The gorgeous doctor is out of her league, and engaged to be married. It’s strictly business. Period.
But sometimes, despite our best plans, fate delivers a message.
Is Paris merely a detour or the prelude to something wonderful?
A bet! Bet you can’t write a book. Really? Let’s see now…
I must admit, stories have always been in my head. I just didn’t dare write them.
A bit of both – I think I’m a plotser! I tend to follow Dean Wesley Smith’s ‘Write into the Dark’ model.
I can do anything – as long as I can justify it/make it logical and real.
Write every day – even 200 words/day will add up. Don’t sit waiting for your muse you visit you. It doesn’t work like that. To finish a book, your butt must be in the seat and your fingers must be tapping (or scribing).
My characters are based in the real world and their stories intertwine round real, human history. My books follow a brigade of Vampire warriors and their ancient enemies – the Empath race. Both races spring from a land of fire and ice within the Arctic Circle and speak a language close to Old Norse. My vamps are neither un-dead nor sparkly. They are real flesh and blood and, though they live for centuries, they are mortal – as are the Empaths. They can die – and do. My vamp soldiers are based in the south of France and my Empaths are based in Venice. In my world, the Empaths are the ‘villains’ – or used to be. They are trying to reform.
Lord LaSalle – Supreme Commander of the Warriors’ Council. Strangely, up to now, he’s a side character in my novels. His book will come last and will be set in 1915 – on the Western Front during WW1. LaSalle is the ultimate soldier and leader – think the power of Thor combined with a sharp, political mind! He’s hot!
Mine? If mine – I particularly love my books ‘RAFE’ and ‘ALEXIS’. If someone else’s – Anne Rice – Interview with a Vampire.
I’ve started my 7th book – ZEPHYR. It is the 2nd in my Empaths of Venice trilogy but is linked to all the others. My readers like seeing ‘old friends’. My main character – Zephyr – is an Empath. He is also the head of a mysterious consortium who control world finance. Think Illuminati – but more powerful. As all my books have romance at their core – this is the story of Zephyr’s attempt to re-connect with a woman he gave up two centuries ago…he had good reasons but she never knew. His ex-lover Jocasta is now a powerful woman herself (I write strong, intelligent heroines – no whiny wimps in need of saving in my books!) And, inevitably, there’s a strong suspense story rumbling through everything! I like a fast pace and twists and turns.
My trusty laptop. And a small notebook in my bag in case I think of something and don’t want to forget (though I have been known to write notes on a restaurant napkin.)
Much weirdness! But – for my book BERLIN NOCTURNE – which is set in Berlin in 1941, I researched the Nazi Ahnenerbe organization. Fact IS stranger than fiction. They’re in the book. The Nazis were obsessed with the paranormal and the occult. (Remember Indiana Jones? All true.)
Currently Ebook but, with Createspace shutting down, I’ll print via KDP. I’ve had requests for paperbacks.
I speak a couple of Indian languages.
Matter transfer – my vamps shift through the dark matter between dimensions to travel the world. One minute you’re in London, the next, you’re in Paris…or anywhere in the world. I’d love that.
Alpha wolf Torren lost his mate a year ago. They weren’t fated mates, but he’d tried to give her a good life and thought she was happy. The day he found her mangled body, everything changed. Now he lives for his pack, keeping busy to forget the nightmares that plague him. When Torren wakes to discover a human has been brought onto pack lands, he doesn’t know what the hell his Omega was thinking, but the last thing they need is trouble.
Olivia Grant has never been accepted by the townspeople where she lives. Her parents are sorry excuses for human beings. The day she’s attacked and left for dead, her friend, Omega wolf Jaxon, takes her back to his home. She’s one breath away from dying, and only the Alpha’s bite can save her, but at what price?
Bonded together, Olivia and Torren discover a passion neither has experienced before. They’d thought they had found their happily-ever-after, but someone from the past is lurking in the shadows, and they aren’t happy the Alpha has a new mate.
Note: No Cliffhanger. No Cheating. Guaranteed HEA. Bondage. Spanking.
“Torren,” she said softly.
His hand cracked against her ass, making her yelp in surprise.
“When I want to pleasure my mate, you won’t try to push me away,” he said. “I know you liked what I was doing. You were soaking wet.”
His hand came down on her ass again, making her gasp from the sting that quickly turned into a burn. His fingers trailed along her ass cheek, then stroked her pussy, before delivering another blow to her aching backside. He spanked her three more times before his body came down over hers, the weight pressing her against the pillows and mattress.
“Are you going to keep me from pleasuring you in the future?” he asked, his voice dark and delicious.
“No, Alpha,” she said softly.
His fangs scraped her shoulder, then he quickly moved off her. She heard the rustle of fabric before the bed dipped.
Torren’s hands cupped her ass and spread her open. “I love seeing you like this. Tied down. Open. So fucking wet. Your ass is nice and pink from me spanking you.”
“Torren, please,” she begged.
His hands squeezed her ass cheeks. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck this tight, virgin ass. I’ll claim you in every way possible.”
Goosebumps erupted along her skin and her cheeks warmed, but not in embarrassment. No, what he’d said made her burn in a good way.
Torren nipped her ass, then his body covered hers again. She felt his long, hard cock pressing against her pussy. Torren thrust deep, and Olivia gave a muffled scream as she buried her face in the bedding. He took her hard and deep, his thrusts unrelenting. She felt his hand caress her ribs, then slip between her and the bed. He gave her breast a squeeze before pinching her nipple.
“Mine,” he said in a garbled voice that was a mix of beast and human.
About the Author:
Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.
by Magali A. Fréchette
Everything Celina thought she knew was a lie.
Her husband’s murder, her family’s religion…nothing was what it seemed. The avenging blood on her hands is barely dry, but she’ll do whatever it takes to save this unshakable proof of their love. Even swallow her terror to fulfill the bargain that was sealed on a bed of lies.
But there’s little time for tender reconciliation. Demons are being murdered, their mutilated bodies marked with cryptic threats only Celina can decipher. When visions of the massacres plague her at every turn, Kai sends her back to the human world in the care of the demon she fears most.
Secured in Shiriki’s high rise, she must uncover her own shrouded history. The key to saving the dark realm lies in her past, but an angel with a diabolical mind may lead to their destruction.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m fine.”
“And how are you feeling about us?” he asked quietly.
She took a deep breath. “We have a lot to work on for the next while, but we’ll do it together.”
“We will certainly do many things together,” he said with a lewd grin.
In less than a second, he stood naked, his muscles rippling in the low lighting of the room. She ran her hands against his hard chest, her pulse racing as she stared at his pale skin.
The word resonated inside her mind as she felt him invade her thoughts. He growled as he pressed her body against his, kissing along her neck as she closed her eyes. He felt so good, and he was hers as much as she belonged to him.
“Your body, soul, and life are mine.” His tone darkened. “And although I never had a soul of my own, though my life is endless, you have all of me.”
Before she could respond, he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. When he tugged at the hard peaks, their lips parted, and she let out a harsh breath.
“I want you.” The words left her in a whisper, a plea from the need pulsing through her.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed, sitting her on its edge. Despite his gentleness, an animalistic expression flashed across his face as he stared. He crouched in front of her and glided his hand along her thigh.
Heat filled her, burning so hot she was sure she’d combust. Licking her lips, she parted her legs. Her throbbing increased when his gaze traveled to her sex. He stared with such carnal desire, she was sure she’d orgasm.
“You are so beautiful … and no one else will ever touch you.” He kissed her inner thigh and trailed his tongue across her skin, nipping along the way as she gasped.
Letting herself fall onto the bed, her chest heaved as her stomach fluttered. He licked her swollen lips, and she trembled under the pleasure of his touch. He flicked her clit, and she whimpered. “Please.”
His muffled groans against her wetness had her trembling, and she writhed as he sucked hard on her pink flesh. She grabbed hold of his hands holding her hips, digging her fingernails into his flesh, crying out.
“Your screams are as delicious as you are, dove.”
Running her fingers through his hair, she tugged, so he’d look at her. He growled at being denied, his gaze darting to her sex as he licked his lips.
She panted. “I want you.”
He stood. Feathers flew around him, black as night. Within seconds, the feathers falling around him dissipated into smoke, leaving Kai in his true form. Her demon.
The horns on his head held the same red arcane symbols, glowing brightly. He folded his black wings as he took a step closer, the darkness behind his red irises sending a shiver down her spine. Her chest heaved as she crawled farther onto the bed and reached her hand out to him. She wished she had the words to tell him how much she loved him, but showing him would be better.
He chuckled as he got onto the bed, even kneeling he towered over her like a looming shadow waiting to pounce. “You do not need to use words. I can feel it radiating off you as easily as I smell your lust.”
Owen only has one wish left. And this time, he wants to ensure it doesn’t come with nightmare side effects like his first two did. Unfortunately, Cleo, the scornful genie granting his desires, isn’t willing help. With the wish deadline fast approaching, Owen must find a way to gain Cleo’s assistance, or he’ll be stuck forever in a tangle of his own making.
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“…Maybe if you’d executed my first two wishes better I wouldn’t be so strung out.” Wrong thing to say. If I could have punched myself, I would have.
Cleo stiffened, eyes wide. And then they narrowed, and I could almost see the millions of ways she was killing me in her mind right now. I braced myself for a barrage of scorn mixed with profanity. If there was one thing I’d learned about Cleo in the past couple of months, it was that she had an extensive vocabulary of swear words. Not only was her range impressive, it was also interestingly exotic. I was well acquainted with it because it’d been directed at me on the frequent occasions I managed to get her to come out of the pill box. I’d thought I’d heard it all at this point in my life, but she proved me wrong. And somehow, whenever she directed her skill at me, I couldn’t help but feel that every term she used was eminently fitting.
“I’m so sorry you’re dissatisfied with your first two wishes, Master,” she drawled in an uncharacteristically chilly tone that made me shiver. “I shall return to my vessel and spend my time reflecting on how to do better with your third wish.” She turned and moved away from the door.
Fuck. The lack of profanity made me panic. I leapt up the stairs in one bound and grabbed her arm in desperation. If she evaporated back into the box, I’d have a hell of a time getting her to come out again. “Cleo, I’m sorry. Don’t go. I’m an asshole, okay? A dick. I’m—I’m every foul word you’ve called me since we met.”
The skin of her arm was soft beneath my fingers, but the biceps was firm. Did she work out? Would a genie even need to, being able to shapeshift and all? There was a small strange golden tattoo on her arm. I watched, fascinated, as it shifted from a crescent moon, to some intricate round design that reminded me of snowflakes, and then into a symbol of some kind. This close, her scent was warm in my nostrils. It was a mix of jasmine, incense, and something spicy that I had yet to identify. The intoxicating medley had visited me in my dreams more than once.
“Take … your hand … off me.”
The words were spoken slowly and in a deadly acid that had me snatching my hand back as though I’d touched a hot exhaust pipe. She glared up at me and twitched her arm as if to dislodge any germs I’d left on her creamy skin.
“Sorry. So sorry,” I said, my words coming out light and breathy as though I might set off a bomb. I took a half step back from her, lifting my hands in front of me in that universal I’m-not-armed gesture. “Please don’t go,” I pleaded. “I really need your help. Please.”
There were less than three days left for me to make my third wish, and I was desperate not to fuck it up. I’d made the first two rather quickly, and they hadn’t turned out exactly as I’d hoped. Well, no, I can’t say that. I’d gotten exactly what I’d wished for. I was now ridiculously wealthy and famous. The problem was that both of those things had come with a lot of problems, like fleeing from people who were trying to kill me for reasons I had yet to determine. And I really didn’t want to spend the rest of my life using my new, magically-granted resources running, hiding, and generally having to look over my shoulder for the rest of my days. Of course, I could always wish to undo the first two wishes. But who in their right mind would do that? I ran a hand through my hair, and pleaded with her with my eyes.
Cleo made a scoffing noise and raked a critical gaze from my black biker boots, over my favorite well-worn jeans and grey t-shirt, and finally to my face, which no doubt looked more haggard than ever from worry and an overgrown five o’clock shadow. “And why should I help you? Out of the goodness of my heart?”
I scrambled to think of something to say, but my mind was blank. I was a mere human. And before she’d come into my life, I was only doing a passable job at being that. There was nothing I could give her that she couldn’t give herself, not even freedom.
“I can’t think of anything,” I said, feeling deflated. “But maybe you can.” It was a shot in the dark, but worth it. There was a faint glimmer in her caramel-colored eyes that signaled I was on the right track. Inspired, I pushed forward, desperate. “Is there something?”
She relaxed her stance, making hope soar within me. Then she dropped her gaze to the floor as if—No. Could it be?—as if she was reluctant to say it. I closed the gap between us again, feeling bolder, but I didn’t touch her. “Tell me,” I urged in a low voice, fascinated. “I want to know. No, I have to know. What I could possibly give you that you would want?”
About the Author:
Jewel Quinlan is a bestselling paranormal and contemporary romance author. Since her debut in late 2013, she has published fifteen stories and has many more to come. Restless by nature, she is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so far. Lover of ice cream, dark beer, and red wine, she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer drafting another romance novel. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German, and play with her spoiled Chihuahua, Penny.
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