Sunday Sexy Snippets Valentine Wishes

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Welcome to Sunday Sexy Snippets and thanks to the Nuthouse Scribblers for the weekly challenge to offer seven sexy sententces from a work in progress of published work.

Do be aware Sexy Snippets contain 18+ material and by continuing to read you acknowledge you are over 18.

As today is Valentine’s Day I couldn’t resist offering you seven sentences from my adult fairy story Valentine Wishes.

 

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Do enjoy this little snippet.

“Sweet thing, this is a swallow’s nest,” Cedar murmured when they alighted.
Poppy yanked him after her, and once he balanced the knapsack in the corner where she seemed to keep her things, they embraced.
She gave a little growl as she meshed her lips with his; her fingers worked swiftly in to gain access to his flesh. He pushed his thigh between hers as she tugged at his tunic laces.
“Oh, Cedar,” she said, and yanked the tunic over his head. He bent and planted rows of soft kisses on the curves of her breasts as he cupped them in his hands.
“My perfect, delicious fairy,” he murmured into the valley of her cleavage.

Please do visit these other authors who are contributing to Sexy Snippets this weekend.

 

Paranormal Romance Thursday with M.S. Kaye

Paranormal Romance Tour

Welcome to Paranormal Romance Thursday Tour. Today I am visiting with

N. N. Light – http://princessofthelight.wordpress.com

and my delightful guest here is,

M.S. Kaye with her book Clouded.

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Clouded
By M.S. Kaye

A Sumerian water and sky god myth collides with a modern high school.
Ayanna is a math nerd, logical and rational, even cold, but Calder makes her feel things she never had before. Somehow, she’s able to accept it when she discovers he’s a reincarnated Sumerian water god. Will she be able to accept the full truth, that the story of Enki and Inanna has been reborn in a modern Ohio high school?

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About the Author:
M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at http://www.BooksByMSK.com.

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Excerpt:
Calder’s voice was quiet but threatening. “Can you not see she’s uncomfortable?”
Mark opened his mouth, as if about to argue.
Calder added in a growl, “Back the fuck off.”
The silence was cold.
Then a clang bellowed from the kitchen. Several of the girls gasped and jumped.
Calder shoved him the last couple inches into the wall, then walked out.
Everyone stared after him. They let him go, didn’t try to egg on a fight. I had the impression they knew better, like they were scared to anger Calder any more than he already was.
The atmosphere lightened slowly. Several voices recommenced.
“I don’t know. It must’ve boiled over,” one of the cafeteria workers said.
“Someone’s PMSing,” Mark snickered. He looked shaken, embarrassed.
“Wow,” one of the girls said.
“Yeah, Cal’s always been sweet like that. You should’ve seen when we were in the first grade and someone was picking on me. It was so sweet…” She went on and on. I had to ignore her.
The line dragged, and when I could finally see into the kitchen, I saw why. The huge pot looked like it’d spewed scalding water, and several of the women who’d been serving were attempting to dry surfaces all over the kitchen. How in the world had it boiled over like that? It looked more like it’d exploded. The water was everywhere, not just the stove and the floor, but the ceiling, the prep table, and even all the way to the serving line. What in the world is it with this town and water? The school sprinklers went off for no reason on my first day, the snow and rain behaved oddly, and now this.

Below are links to all the other authors taking part in the Paranormal Romance Thursday Tour. Do visit them too.

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Cassandra Ulrich – http://cassandraulrich.blogspot.com/                          Carmen Stefanescu – http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/
M S Kaye – http://booksbymsk.com/

 

covers 3 4Penny Estelle – www.pennyestelle.blogspot.com
Margo Bond Collins – http://www.MargoBondCollins.com
Adrienne Woods – https://woodsadrienne.wordpress.com/

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 Julie D’ Arcy – http://juliedarcystoryweaver.blogspot.com.au/
N. N. Light – http://princessofthelight.wordpress.com
Flossie Benton Rogers – http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog

Thanks for reading.

Daisy Banks

Something special for Christmas.

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This year as a Christmas gift I have a free read to offer you. Christmas is a time for magic and the telling of tales to lift the heart. I hope this little story will please.

Below is  the first chapter. If you’d like to read the rest simply leave your email address in a comment and I’ll be happy to send the story to you.

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Chapter 1

Not a mushroom in sight!
Cora tutted at the lack of fungi and continued her search. She couldn’t return to her aunt’s cottage with nothing but a few herbs. This autumn season seemed all wrong, too dry for mushrooms even here in the usually damp forest. Some of the leaves clinging to the boughs had already turned to shades of gold and bronze and rattled crisply. All of it seemed too soon.
The ground quivered. Judders shook her, and the basket tipped, spilling its contents. She dropped onto her knees, scrambling to pick up the herbs, but fell forward as the turf rippled and shifted.
Earth tremor.
She closed her eyes. “Don’t let me die today.” A thunderous growl rumbled beneath her.
Run!
She tried to stand but stooped again, for around her, like blades of grass in the wind, tall trees wavered. Several fell onto their neighbors with terrible groans. One lush evergreen missed those about it and thudded to the floor with a mighty crash.
Cora huddled into a small ball with her hands over her ears and prayed.

* * * *

Prince Randolph of Merin grasped the nearest boulder at the edge of the subterranean pool and hauled himself out of the warm water. A deep moan came from the roof above. Part of the cavern’s ceiling gave way and spewed rocks into the far side of the iridescent blue pool.
The light from the glimmering water dimmed as ripples raced over the surface. He strode across the stones to reach the bundle of his clothes. His foot slipped on a mossy patch on the rock and his back foot sank to his knee into the gap between two boulders. After three painful attempts to pull free, he paused at another low rumble near where he stood.
Stuck.
The small gravelly patch of sand and his pile of clothes slowly descended into a sink hole. Twirling like dancers, his boots disappeared last.
Each time he tried to move, a merciless weight ground hard against his flesh.
His stomach lurched as the rock beneath his front foot tilted and his precarious position grew more uncomfortable. He balanced with his leg stretched farther to keep his place on the unsteady boulder. If either of the rocks tipped much more, the impact on future generations of the royal house of Merin would be serious, for he’d be split in two.
The cold air chilled his skin.
A gentle tinkle of pebbles replaced the crashes from earlier. He breathed a sigh. The earth movement seemed over. Shivers raced down his back as he stared around in the wavering light from the water.
Trapped.
None of his attendants knew where he’d ridden this morning. Why had he been so determined to come here alone? They might take days to discover his horse tethered outside the entrance to the tunnel. That was if Starlight, poor beast, hadn’t fled or been killed by the earthquake. The palace and all those in it might well have been swallowed whole in the tremor.
He grinned. The thought of his Uncle Owen, presently guardian and protector of the kingdom, devoured by the might of the earth was enough to bring about a sense of deep pleasure. However, if Owen were still alive, he’d probably not make much effort to discover what had happened to the one person who would end his rule in four months and three days’ time.
I’ve played right into his hands. Given half a chance, Owen will make sure I’m never found.
The need to get out rose in a volcanic wave and he yelled at the top of his voice. “Help!”
The sound echoed. More pebbles fell into the pool. He shouted again.

* * * *

Cora rose to her knees. Trees, tipsy as guardsmen after a vat of ale, lay across the tops of others on each side of the glade. Creaks and groans from tortured wood hurt her ears. The birds had fled. She wished she could fly too. Her journey home would take much of what was left of the day and be far more perilous than the walk here.
She grabbed her basket, scooped up all the spilled herbs and rose. Her knees still shook, but the ground remained steady. She edged away from the forest path and moved toward the trail leading back along the Ridgeway toward her village.
She rarely used the hillside pathway for fear of robbers. However, with the other littered by fallen trees and this one looking much clearer, she’d no choice.
The raw squeals of a horse sent a shiver through her. The concern for the screeching animal drew her back toward a glade in the trees. Wild-eyed, the creature stamped and struggled against reins tethering it to a branch.
Poor thing. Who might have left it here? Only a nobleman or a robber would have such a mount. There seemed to be no one around though. She set her basket down and made comforting low sing-song noises to calm the horse as she approached. Beyond anything but fear, the animal reared screeching, and threatened her with metal shod feet.
A different sound reached her as she backed away from the horse. A cry? A word?
Yes. Someone called for help. She listened harder and tried to guess the direction. Parting the dark shrubs, she discovered the mouth of a tunnel into the spine of the Ridgeway. Another cry came again from the depths. This had to be the magic place whispered about by the villagers. A forbidden place of wonder and terror, but she must go inside.

Tomorrow is Paranormal Romance Thursday and my guest will be MS Kaye do call back.

Thanks for reading.

Daisy Banks

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A little bit of a tidy up.

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I am in the process of adding more pages and having a bit of a tidy up here in the next few days.

Tomorrow you’ll find Sexy Snippets here as usual and I’ll let you know about more additions as they are finished and available.

Monday will be my last dragon post for a while but there are other things to look forward to in December.

Thanks for reading.

Daisy Banks

Paranormal Romance Thursday and my guest is Carmen Stefanescu.

Paranormal Romance Tour

Welcome to Paranormal Romance Thursday and my guest today, Carmen Stefanescu.

You will find me visiting with  Flossie Benton Rogers today with my new release, Serving the Serpent. http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog/

 

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Welcome, Carmen, it’s a pleasure to have you visit with your beautiful book.

Shadows of the Past
Carmen Stefanescu

Publisher: Wild Child Publishing
Genre: paranormal/light romance/light historical/light horror.

Blurb:
Anne’s relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world–one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve’s soul from its torment.
Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?

A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.

Buy Link: Wild Child Publishing
http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=84&products_id=410

Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-of-the-Past-ebook/dp/B00AK2D9I8/ref=sr_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1354874514&sr=1-15&keywords=shadows+of+the+past

All Romance
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.html

Barnes & Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadows-of-the-past-carmen-stefanescu/1113910162?ean=2940015715026

Excerpt
The peal of the church bells from the abbey tower startled Genevieve. The sound added to her mounting anxiety.
The massive abbey loomed over the stone paved path. All the nuns were at evening mass. With a bit of luck her disappearance would go unnoticed for a few more hours. The Abbess would assume she was cleaning the toilets as ordered.
Fear skittered through Genevieve when she turned away from the abbey towards the path leading to town. Nothing stirred. She hesitated. Evil emanated from the forest surrounding the abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid oak gates that flanked the abbey’s main path. They had hidden her from detection for the past couple of hours, but how much longer would she be safe?
The mountain shadows grew thicker and closer.
She moved her weight from one leg to the other. They ached from so much standing, but she lacked the strength to return to the gardener’s cottage and wait for Andrew’s arrival as planned. Genevieve closed her tired eyes. The image of old Ryan, slumped dead in his chair in his cubicle, caught life in her mind and made her whole body ripple with fear.
She’d rather wait for Andrew here, outside.
Had he forgotten his promise? What if something terrible befell him during the last three days, or he had changed his mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary nun?
Had his folks talked him into giving her up, made him see reason? Helping her out of her predicament meant a huge risk for him — losing his family, his friends and his position among his peers. His words echoed in her mind. “I will risk everything for you, even life, if necessary.”

* * * *

“Anne, Anne, wake up. Wake up, please,” the insistent voice whispered next to her ear. The touch of a hand, on her shoulder, startled Anne.
She opened her eyes, still half between sleep and reality. Her gaze stopped on a stranger, a woman, by her side.
The moon’s pale face, the only light, filtered through a small gap in the tent’s entrance; yet the stranger’s whole body emanated a kind of soft ray, a yellowish halo making her figure and face easy to discern.
A long, dark robe, similar to those worn by nuns in monasteries centuries ago, covered her body. No traditional headdress covered the woman’s red hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders in long, heavy tendrils and continued down her chest and back.
Anne stood up and studied the intruder with open curiosity. The stranger’s wax pale face looked corpse like. Anne opened her mouth to ask her who she was. She looked Anne straight in the eyes, placed her forefinger on her lips and whispered, “Hush, come. Follow me.”
Anne’s eyes widened.
The woman, moving away from the sleeping bag, appeared to glide above the ground. Her bare feet didn’t make a sound.
As if hypnotized, Anne followed the illuminated silhouette heading into the forest, without questioning her own actions.
An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her. The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.

* * * *

You can find more about the author and her works here:
http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/

Thank you, Carmen for the excert.

To readers here I will say I am only just beginning to learn the way to offer you a review, but I can say whole heartedly :

I am very happy I bought this book on Amazon. I have read this story and it touched me deeply. The spell of devotion from love in the past pushing forward through many decades to give hope to love in the future is a very strong one, and Carmen develops it beautifully. I enjoyed the elements of magic in this story a great deal and am sure you will too.

This story was a pleasure to read, Carmen.

Here are all the other authors taking part in the Paranormal Romance Tou. Do visit them too.

Lyndi Lamont  http://lindalyndi.com/reading-room-blog/
Carmen Stefanescu: http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/
Flossie Benton Rogers: http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog/
M. S. Kaye: http://booksbymsk.com/
Kim Kasch: http://www.kimkasch.blogspot.com
Cassandra Ulrich: http://cassandraulrich.blogspot.com/
Julie Dárcy: http://juliedarcystoryweaver.blogspot.com.au/
Margo Bond Collins: http://www.MargoBondCollins.com
Adrienne Woods: https://woodsadrienne.wordpress.com/
N. N. Light: http://princessofthelight.wordpress.com
Penny Estelle: http://www.pennyestelle.blogspot.com

 

A celebration day. Serving the Serpent is released.

Fireworks

 

I hope you will help me celebrate the release of my newest book.

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Serving the Serpent.

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This is a special day for me as this book is my fourth release this year, along with the ten times my stories have been part of the Sexy to Go boxed set monthly releases.

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There will be some more Here be Dragons posts the rest of this week.

Thanks for reading.

Daisy Banks

Here be Dragons. Day 15. A snippet of a happy dragon from Serving the Serpent.

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Welcome to Day 15 of Here be Dragons.

With my new book Serving the Serpent out on Monday you only have a couple of days to get your 20% early bird discount, so if I were you I’d click the cover to order it now.

HRservingtheserpentYou can read Chapter 1 of Serving the Serpent up on the my books link.

Despite the fact so many dragon legends are filled with dangers to humans there are times when the dragons aren’t so very dangerous. Sometimes other thoughts are more important to them.

Here is a little snippet to show a happier dragon from my story.

“Now, boy,” Heren said. “Take up the shovel, and where I have marked the floor of the cave and scoured the surface, you dig.”
The lad wore a wide smile as he picked up the shovel and it certainly seemed as though his mood had lifted from the last few weeks when he’d spent so much time glowering and reading the old book. Leif stood spade in hand peering at the spot they’d discovered with the hollow echo beneath yesterday. He shoved hard with his foot on the top of the spade and thrust it through the roughened surface of the rocks with a ringing clang.
Heren smiled in satisfaction at the youth’s enthusiasm and nodded to the rhythm of Leif’s spade as the lad flung rubble and rocks to the side of the cave. Soon a sheen of sweat broke on Leif’s pink forehead.
Pausing briefly, Leif gave another grin. “Hot,” he said and tugged off the sweater he wore, the T-shirt too, and, bare-chested, back to work he went.
Heren gave his tail a swish. He hummed, and in unison with the Derskijoar’s shovel, he lifted his great feet too, his movements matching Leif’s and making the cave rumble. The rocks Leif dumped on the spoil pile changed color, grew darker, damper, with bigger pieces among the gravel. Encouraged by this, Heren sat back on his hindquarters at the entrance of the cave and clapped, but soon the lad would need help, and a break. The Derskijoar’s pale body was streaked with sweat and rock dust.
Heren leaned down and peered into the hole Leif had made, not too deep. He smiled. “I think we’re ready for some blasting now,” he said. “Stop shoveling and go sit outside for a rest. Don’t come back in until I call, boy.”
“Whooo,” Leif said and wiped his brow with his arm. “Thanks. It’s hard work. The pieces are so jammed together.”
He nodded. “I know. You have my thanks, and once I’ve stirred things around a little, you’ll find it easier.” He glanced to the cave mouth. “I’ll improve the access in here too,” he said. “Go rest.”
The lad ambled out with the shovel still in his hand.
“Take the bags, boy,” Heren called. “I don’t want things incinerated.”
Wide-eyed, Leif looked back. “No flaming, my lord, please. If you begin, you may not stop.”
“Rubbish. I’m perfectly capable of control.”

Thanks for reading.

Daisy Banks

Here be Dragons. Day 14. A glimpse of the bones of the dragon.

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Welcome to Here be Dragons. Day 14.

One of the things I have enjoyed most in researching these blogs is looking into the local dragon legends near where I live.

One legend, one I like, deals with the Shropshire hills of Earl’s Hill and Pontesford Hill. Legend has it that these hills are formed from the bones of a great dragon who lies sleeping. If you walk the hills do so with respect for you step on the spine points of the dragon where they pierce the earth.

There is an additional piece to the legend that tells of King losing a golden arrow in these hills. It doesn’t explain how or why. Perhaps hunting for the dragon? But the tale does say the golden arrow can only be found by the seventh daughter of a seventh son.

I thought you might like to see these hills and the shapes of the slumbering dragon that has touched the imagination of writers and poets. I found this link so you can see the hills for yourself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgGg7PFckzw

Do let me know what you think of the legend and the hills.

Thanks for reading.

Daisy Banks.