Sunday, 29 December 2013

#SexySnippets from Claiming Clara

Hay All,

This weeks snippet is from Claiming Clara, book 2 in the Shifters of Hillside series....

You all know I love Wall... *sigh*



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“Mmm, you said that earlier, and I have let you sleep all day.” He purposely kept his voice as casual as possible. He knew she expected him to drop straight into his dominant role, but he wouldn’t, not yet. He wanted to keep her off-kilter as long as possible.
“Oh,” she whispered.
“Now that I’ve let you sleep all day, what do you think I should do with you?” Wall asked as he dusted his hands together.

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*sigh* seriously love that man!

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Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Sunday, 22 December 2013

#SexySnippet from Tracing His Heart.

Hay All,

This weeks snippet is from Tracing his Heart, which is part of the Under a Moonlit Night collection of stories.

Let me introduce you to Jones and his Domme......



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“What made you ever think you could come into my club, Carter Jones, without having to deal with me?” she said barely above a whisper.
“Rhea,” he said on a breath.
With quick force she reached down and slapped his butt, making him jump.
“This,” she tugged at the white ribbon, “means you get to call me Mistress, boy.”

“Yes, Mistress,”
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I so want to be Rhea when I grow up!

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Monday, 16 December 2013

Christy Gissendaner and Unmasking the Wolf


Unmasking the Wolf
Christy Gissendaner

Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Taliesin Publishing

Number of pages: 130
Word Count: 43,898

Book Description:

Gina Moretti is determined to escape her rural home of Clinton, Indiana, a place where wolves have met, married, and mated for generations. As the only daughter of the alpha, she’s lived her entire life under her father’s rule. No way is she ready to find a mate until she’s experienced more of the world. Against her family’s wishes, she goes to Boston where her scientist cousin, Dominic, has offered to give her a place to stay. She stumbles, quite literally, into her cousin’s gorgeous boss.

Lucas Mason, a Southern boy turned self-made millionaire, rose above his poverty stricken childhood and now enjoys a life of luxury in Boston. To honor his murdered sister, he hires her lab partner to continue their research. His employee, Dominic Moretti, is on the brink of creating a method to combat the scent of a wolf when his country cousin breezes in. Luke knows in an instant that Gina is his mate. The only problem is…she doesn’t even realize he’s a wolf. 

As Luke and Dominic get closer to medical trials, an unknown enemy becomes determined to stop them…at any cost. Can Luke discover his foe in time to protect his research…and his mate? And what will happen when Gina finds out he’s not quite as human as he’s led her to believe?   




Short Excerpt
        “Ahhh,” she cried out as she tumbled toward the floor. A pair of strong arms clamped around her and jerked her back to her feet. Embarrassed beyond belief, her cheeks flamed with the knowledge she’d just made a fool of herself. In front of Dominic’s boss, no less. It didn’t take a brain scientist to realize the handsome, make that extremely handsome, man before her was Luke Mason.
        He was sex-on-a-platter hot. Chiseled cheekbones, firm jaw, unbelievably straight nose, and a teensy weensy dimple in the center of his chin. This man was a living, breathing Greek god.
        “Are you okay?” Piercing green eyes locked with hers as Luke’s grip on her arms slowly loosened.
        Gina felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach. Despite Dominic’s warning to blend in, she sniffed the air. She had to. Something about this man called to her animal nature. But there was nothing. Not a trace of the wolf scent. Despite his unbelievable height and incredible physique, only the scent of sandalwood and spice came to her. Disappointment swamped her. He was human.
        Luke continued to watch her. Gina knew he waited for her to speak, but her tongue refused to budge. She’d known he would be good-looking, but the newspaper article hadn’t done him full justice. Instead of a suit, he wore casual jeans and a dark blazer. He had the sort of hair that would curl in the rain. She didn’t know how she knew it. She just did. The golden-brown waves were delightfully rumpled in the middle of his head, as if he’d just risen from bed.
        Gina gave a tiny moan at the thought of him rising naked from the sheets. He would be gloriously golden, with a tight belly and even tighter buttocks. Physical need rocked her to the core. What was up with lusting after a human? Was it merely the fact he was every woman’s wet dream, or something more?
        His sensual lips curved into a sexy smile as he scrubbed a hand over his belly. “Hell of sharp elbow you have there.”
        “Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Gina wanted to sink through the floor. Why was she always such a klutz?
        “Don’t worry about it.” He drawled in a soft, slow tone.
        She’d read he was originally from Jackson, Mississippi. The Southern accent was unbelievably sexy, but not nearly as sexy as the man himself. His face was a mixture of Hollywood leading man and mixed martial arts fighter. He was gorgeous, yet hard. She could easily visualize him serenading a woman one moment, and then fighting to protect her next.



About the Author:
Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.

Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!

To find out more, please visit http://christygissendaner.webs.com





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Sunday, 15 December 2013

#SexySnippets A to Zane

Hay All,

For this weeks snippet I'm sharing a little snippet from my latest release A to Zane, book 4 in the Shifters of Hillside series.

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He placed a hand on either side of the door frame, caging her in. He bent down so they were eye to eye.
“How about this? If you don’t get your fine ass in my room in the next five seconds, I’m going to rip the clothes from your body and fuck you against this door.”
The smile she gave him settled low in his stomach. Abby reached out and turned the door handle.
“You should’ve just said that in the first place,”

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Monday, 9 December 2013

Release Day for #AtoZane!

It's here, it's finally here.

After well over a year of writing, re-writing, blood, sweat and tears A to Zane is finally being published!!!

I wanted to share with you the first part of chapter one....and the hot cover art!

Blurb


When Zane spots Abby, his tiger demands he stop everything and pursue. Zane couldn't agree more. Kickass she may be, but he knows just how to handle prickly women in denial of their own sexuality.

Abby has enough to do dealing with her overprotective family and friends. It’s practically a full-time job just keeping them out of jail. She really doesn't need a sexy tiger shifter throwing her libido into overdrive.

She has a business to run, and no matter how pretty the kitty is, she has more important things to deal with.


However, when her past catches up with her, the kitty may just prove to be her salvation. Damn it! 


Chapter 1
If this was any other place, Zane would have found a dark corner to sit in with his back against the wall watching everyone and everything in the room. A carryover from his days in the service, but one he couldn’t break, not that he’d tried very hard.
He cast a cautious glance at the corners again. His perch at the end of the bar, more open than he was used to with only one wall to his left, made his fur tingle. But the shadows and corners were off limits to him this evening. In a club like this, he was safer out in the open. Zane snorted. Safer? When had he become such a prude? His buddies would die laughing at him right now. One friend was standing behind the bar grinning like a cat. Ironic seeing as he was a wolf shifter. Jones had more tattoos than the last time Zane’d seen him. The wolf was larger than most, almost as tall as Zane, which seemed to give him more room for ink.
“It’s killing you, ain’t it?” Even Jones’ voice held a grin.
“Remind me to punch you in the face later.”
Jones laughed and went to serve a customer. There was a strong two drink minimum policy here, or so Zane had been told when he’d arrived. That rule was only for those not “playing” tonight. Anyone partaking of the delicacies offered was allowed soft drinks or water only.
Zane looked down at the soda in his hands and shook his head. Trust Carter Jones to invite him to a place like this.
Newly mated Carter, Jones to his friends, got in touch and invited Zane to swing past when he was next in town. It wasn’t to Jones’ pack house in Hillside he’d been invited to but a town about thirty miles away. Although the mutt conveniently forgot to mention his new mate was also his Domme and the owner of a BDSM club.
“So, Mr. Anderson, how are you enjoying your night?”
Zane looked down at Rhea, dressed in a pair of tight leather pants and corset. She was cute, he would admit it, but he wasn’t really one to kneel down to others.
“Please, call me Zane. Your place is nice. Can’t say I have much experience in others but can’t complain.”
“Aww, did I just burst your cherry, Zane?”
He smiled at her. She suited Jones down to a tee. “You could say that.”
“Oh good. I do love de-flowering virgins.” She winked before heading back out onto the floor.
Zane sat with his back against the wall, watching the room with half an eye. People in different levels of undress were all around. A couple of females with white ribbons on their arms caught his attention.
“Jones, what’s with the white ribbons?” he asked when his friend came within earshot again.
“It means they are free, not tied to any one Dom. They’re open to play dates that’ll last this evening and no longer.”
“Wow, no-strings-attached sex.”
“Yep, pretty much. Of course, there are rules, and if I thought you were really interested I’d go through them, but I know you too well, my friend.” Carter placed another soda in front of him and nodded toward the stage. “That’s my girl up there.”
Zane turned and saw Rhea on stage with a whip in her hand. She swung it with a skill he admired and made a mental note not to let her near him with it.
“Hey, Abby doll.”
“Hey   Jones, I come bearing stuff from Wall. He says to tell you this bag has all the clothes you asked for and that he totally smashed your score on the video game that shall, and I quote, ‘forever be called Wall’s domain’.”
The voice drew Zane’s attention like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t not look.
Standing about three feet to his right was a woman with long brown hair, dark loose trousers and a black long sleeve T-shirt on. In a place like this, she stood out like a sore thumb.
“Let him bask in his glory. I’ll be home soon, and then his little party will be over.”
Zane sniffed the air, full human. How was she part of Jones’ pack?
“Whatever. I came, I saw, I delivered as requested. Now I’m heading home.” She turned, the move brushing some of the hair away from her face, giving Zane a glimpse of beauty that made his tiger sit up and pay attention.
“Well now, little girl, who said you could wear shoes in my place?” Abby’s exit was stalled as she came face to face with Rhea.
“Err, I didn’t know. I’m not staying.”
Rhea took a step toward her, forcing Abby to back up until she was pressed against the bar right next to him.
“I asked you a question, little girl. I expect an answer.”
Zane flicked a look at Jones, who was silently laughing.
“I’m not a member here… I just came to give Jones some of his stuff… I’m not staying so didn’t think … I had to take my shoes off,” Abby stammered.
Zane watched as Rhea leaned in closer. It looked as if Abby was trying to press her way through the solid bar.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re part of my pack then, isn’t it, Abby doll?” Rhea hugged Abby close, then stepped back. “Damn, Abby, sometimes you are too easy. How many times have I told you? Stand up for yourself, and for the love of God, stop hiding behind these awful clothes.” Rhea tugged at Abby’s shirt.
“Rhea! You’re mean, and you know it.” Abby blew out a shaky breath but visibly relaxed.
“Abby doll, you fall for it every time.” Jones reached over and rubbed the top of Abby’s head, messing up her hair. “Here, let me introduce you to a friend of mine. Abby, this is Zane Anderson, an old friend. Zane, this is Abby Short.”
The shy smile she gave him had him wanting to wrap her in Bubble Wrap and keep her safe.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson.” Abby held out a hand, and Zane felt like a giant as his hand engulfed hers. His nearly six feet eight inches made him tall, and although she was of average height, Abby looked so small standing there.
“Please call me Zane.”
“Abby is Laney’s cousin,” Jones explained. Zane met the tiny little nutcase on a visit the year before. It explained why Abby was considered pack, and why they felt comfortable teasing her.
“Yep, cousin of Laney, that’s me. Although don’t worry, I won’t threaten you like she does,” Abby assured him.
“If I remember rightly, she promised to make me into a throw rug for something. Can’t be sure exactly what it was, but I do remember the threat.” He was aware of Abby discreetly trying to pull her hand free of his grip, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
“Should I apologize?”
“No, I probably deserved it.”
“Okay, well I have to go. It was nice to meet you.” This time her tug was more forceful.
Zane let her go and watched as the little mouse ran for the door. When he turned back to Jones, both he and Rhea were standing there watching him.
“What?”
“Two things. Laney will have your balls if you mess with her cousin,” Jones said.
“And don’t let the little shy girl thing fool you. Laney might have the crazy gene, and I say that with serious love and affection for my alpha. But Abby doesn’t need to worry about that. She has connections that make Laney look super sweet,” Rhea added.
“Is that right?”
“Yes, it is. So Laney might have your balls if you mess with her, but Abby’s other friends, well they’ll do so much worse.”
Zane gave them a half smile. “I do like a challenge.”

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*sigh* I adore Abby and Zane I really do.


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Until next time.....Dom/me's may be hard asses but trust me they have the best sense of humor! Just so you know...