Welcome, Dakota Trace and The Case of the Missing Torque Bloghop

Fàilte, Dakota Trace for her The Case of the Missing Torque Bloghop!

 

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“Shhh…” Livvy, Dakota Trace’s ornery muse, placed her finger against her lips as they approaced the door of the well-lit taver. “There’s a down right owly Scotsman behind these doors.”

Colleen, the heroine of the Wolfen Bonds, cocked her head. “Really? I wouldn’t call Randall owly. Quiet at times, but never rude. Which is why I’m surprised that he came out to the pub. He’s usually more content to relax in the great library studying his scrolls than coming out to have a few with the boys.”

Livvy straightened. “I’m not talking about Gretchen’s wee brother. I’m talking about Shay’s muse, Lucien. He’s the devil in disguise I tell you. You don’t act like he thinks you ought and you’ll find yourself in his kitchen washing dishes forever and a day. No matter how innocent you might be of said crime.”

Colleen sighed. “Do you honestly think I’m going to buy that load of bullshit? You’re about as innocent as a whore in church on Sundays.”

Livvy seemed taken aback for a second before she laughed outright. “I always did say you were a smart lass. A bit stubborn, but smart nonetheless.” Taking a deep breath, Livvy shoved open the doors. “Enter at your own risk.”

Colleen followed her into the pub, her eyes scanning the surroundings. The crowded dance floor and full bar obscured her view and the muse disappeared into the crush. She sighed. She usually stayed away from places like this, but if tracking Randall down to the bar would help her locate her missing torque — so be it.

“Ye look to be lost, lass.” The husky timber teased her ear as a man clad in shadows spoke from behind her.

“Not lost.” She said as she turned to face the man. She was barely able to make out broad shoulders, a whiskered jaw and the most beautiful kilt she’d seen. “I’m looking for a member of my — err family.” She winced. Andy and Matthias would never forgive her if she spilled their most treasured secret–the very existence of shapeshifters.

“Ye mean yer pack? Relax, I’m Lucien. Yer secret is safe with me.” He held out his arm. “Come with me. I’ll take ye to the young man.”

“You’re Shay’s muse?” Relief coursed through her. As a muse, the man never spoke of secrets to anyone other than his author.

“That I am. Or her pain in the arse–depending on the day and her mood.”

Colleen took his arm. “Now you sound like Livvy–”

He came to a grinding halt, jerking her to a stop. “Ye let that woman into my tavern?”

“Ah…she brought me. Something about Shay agreeing to host for the tour. She even invited my pack member.”

A scrowl crossed his face. “I knew there was a reason that wench asked me to throw a pre-Halloween party. SHe wanted to sneak that muse back into my domain– after I said never again. Dakota Trace’s muse is a menace.”

“As I’m finding out.” Colleen winced. “Honestly, if I weren’t looking for my missing torque I wouldn’t be–”

He patted her hand. “Tis not yer fault. I lay the blame at mo drùiseil sgrìobhadair  and Dakota’s feet. Let’s find yer kinsman and see if he has yer torque. I will deal with Dakota and Shay later.”

Letting Lucien guide her through the crowd, Colleen soon found herself standing at the bar while a beautiful barmaid, who introduced herself  as Seraphina, poured her a stout of ale. Lucien left her in the woman’s capable hands to go and find Randall and Livvy.

“So you’re another one of Dakota’s characters?” Seraphina continued to wipe down the bar.

“Yeah.” SHe continued to scan the crowd as she sipped her drink.

“So are you into being tied up or beating your lovers?”

Colleen turned red and nearly choked on the sip she’d just taken. “Excuse me?”

Seraphina shrugged. “Well, Ms. Dakota is known for writing BDSM. So I thought…”

“That I’m either a Domme or a sub.” She relaxed against the bar. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m just part of Livvy’s idea of fun. Let’s throw a gay shifter couple together with an unknown female and watch the sparks fly. Hey, we can even make sure they partially bonded so they have to stay together.”

“Ouch. That sounds like something Livvy would do.” Seraphina paused as Livvy appeared, flush-cheeked with Randall at her side. Gretchen’s brother was nearly as red as the muse. Obviously, they’d been cutting a mean rug on the floor.

“And speak of the devil. Lucien is looking for you Livvy. Something about helping him clean up tonight in repayment for your author’s audacity.” Seraphina gave Livvy a pointed look.

Livvy’s eyes widened. “Ah, hell no. I don’t care how pissed slave gets with me. I’m outta here.” Then she disappeared.

Colleen sighed. “Well that’s just wonderful.”

“But expected. That chit never takes her job seriously.” Seraphina set down her towel. “So this blog tour. What do the readers need to do for the grand prize drawing?”

“Grab Randall’s name of his graphic here, post it with the site you got the name from in the form below. Then Dakota will draw a winner at the Wrap Up Party on the 25th.”

“Sounds simple enough.” Randall interrupted. “But what does it have to do with me? Livvy said you were looking for me.”

Colleen nodded. “Yeah. Your sister gave you my dinner tray last night and we think my torque might have been on it. Did you happen to see it?”

“Sure did. In fact, I was going to bring it back up myself, but Horace needed me. So I gave it to Aine to take back upstairs to you.”

“Wonderful.” She muttered. “Back to square one. I guess I’m headed back to the Keep to track down the imp.”

“Looks like my plan worked. Just the mention of work has that damned muse fleeing.” Lucien rejoined them with a smug look on his face.

“That was planned?”

“Yep. But before ye take off to…”

Sexy Erotic Exciting Reviews…” Colleen supplied.

“What was the daily prize? Lucien leaned against the bar.

“Another wonderful key chain with a copy of my torque on it.”

“Alright then. Readers, ye know what to do. Make sure ye leave yer name and email addy in the comments and Miss Dakota will pick a winner tomorrow.” He lifted Colleen’s hand to his lips, brishing a kiss across it. “I do hope ye find yer torque.”

“Me too.” She sighed, then pushed her way back through the crowd.

 

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Blurb:

The Council of Elders has charged Matthias Galloway with bringing the once prosperous Taghte Pack back into the Council’s fold. In exchange for his services, Matthias names his terms: he wants to claim his longtime lover and friend, Andrew, as his mate.

 

Nephew of a powerful alpha, Andrew Gilchrist has long been a coveted commodity because of his services as a healer. Neither expects the Council to agree to Mathias’s terms, leaving him free, finally, to claim his chosen mate. Even more unexpected is the presence of a third-bond to appear during their mating ritual.

The grandchildren of the slain alpha of the Taghte pack, Colleen Donghall and her twin brother, were whisked away at birth. They’re still kept hidden from those who would harm them. Raised in seclusion, Colleen’s never experienced lust, let alone the bond between mates. On the night of lunar eclipse, she’s drawn into Matthias and Andrew’s passionate claiming, and her dormant libido is powerfully awoken.

But it’s nothing compared to the lust and danger that will stalk her and her mates, when she arrives in Scotland.

BUY LINK

Publisher: http://www.loose-id.com/wolfen-bonds.html

AUTHOR BIO:

Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who found her passion in storytelling at a young age. She wrote her first novel her freshman year on an old electric IBM typewriter. Now writing in several different genres from erotic romance and BDSM to m/m and paranormal, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s a devoted band mom and a loving wife.

Dakota’s Website: http://www.dakotatrace.net/

Dakota’s Blog: http://alittlebitofnaughty.blogspot.com/

Dakota’s Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dakotatrace

Dakota’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/dakota75

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The Wicked Muse Tavern Welcomes Imogene Nix!

Vampires and Witches and their evolution in popular media.

I love delving into the psyche of people. Particularly those who tell me (and yes I know someone in particular) that Vampire are a mere shadow of their former being. Sure, literature has seen an evolution in the beings we call vampires, but I like to think that’s a good thing.

In 1976 Ann Rice released Interview With A Vampire on an unsuspecting public. Since then we’ve seen Angel, Acheron (do I reallyInterviewWAVampire have to tell you who he is??) and of course, the Count on Sesame Street. Each of these pivotal characters have helped to reshape our understanding of vampires.

See, without such evolution, nothing changes. Nothing stays the same and we read the same old every day. Now does that sound inspiring to you?

But witches have also had the opportunity to experience a similar evolution.

GlendatheGoodWitchThink back to Salem. That was only a couple of hundred years ago when we were burning or dunking them. Yeah… But in popular media there has been a change coming. Glinda from Wizard of Oz is one of the earliest in popular media to perpetrate the concept that not all witches are evil.

Since then, there has been an amazing array of books and movies that have pushed those boundaries further. Look at Charmed, Bewitched and of course, we can’t forget Hermoine Granger from Harry Potter. All of these have helped in the growth of witches from two dimensional bad women to strong and well defined heroines.

Now I’m willing to bet, your wondering what this has to do with the Illuminated Witch, right?

Javed is not ancient, but he is refined in a way that can only happen with centuries of existence. He’s respectful (sexy) and well educated (Did I also say sexy?)

But one thing he can’t have is humanity and a partner. Why? Because he’s a modern well adjusted man who just happens to be a vampire. That is until he meets Celina and everything he thinks he knows changes.

She’s a witch with no idea of what she is, let alone the power that she can control. Of course, nothing is simple in this world. If it was it wouldn’t be believable, would it?

Well, I hope you’ve enjoyed my potted version of how media has changed the concepts of witches and humans. This is a major topic (and yes there have actually been studies looking into this…

If you like vampires and witches then you might just like…

… The Illuminated Witch.

 

Ciao

Imogene

The Wicked Muse Tavern Welcomes Dakota Trace

 

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*bounces into tavern*  “Lucien, I’m hoommmee!” *calls out using her Ricky Ricardo impersonation.*

SILENCE

*scans the interior*  For once the tavern was dark – almost unwelcoming – and there was no sign of Seraphina, the sassy barmaid, The Bruce, the trusty mascot, Master Arthur, the mostly silent barkeep or even Lucien, Shay’s secretive muse.

“Okay where the hell is everyone at?”

Behind her, Bryan bumps into her – nearly dropping the large box of chocolate truffles. “What did you stop for?”

*glares over shoulder* “Because there’s no one here.  How are we supposed to pimp out slave’s book when the place is deserted?”

Bryan peeked over her shoulder. “Hmmm. Are you sure no one is here?”

“Subby boy, I’m not fn blind. Do you see anyone?” *jabs him with her elbow.*

“Actually – isn’t there a light on behind the bar?”   He nodded toward the small serving window.  “That’s a kitchen isn’t it?”

*scowls*  “I saw enough of that kitchen to last me a lifetime. I ain’t going in there.”

Arches a brow at stubborn muse. “Why not?”

*stomps foot* “Because there be dishes inside there. And they multiply worse than them damned bunnies.”

“I’ve heard about your past exploits with dishes. Maybe you’ll think twice about pissing off Dakota?” Chuckles, before moving around the muse. “But all joking aside, if I promise you don’t have to wash a single spoon, will you come?”

*gives him a leery look* “No dishes?”

“No, dishes – scouts honor.”

*Arches brow*  “You were a scout?”

“Amongst other things.”  Taking Livvy by her arm, he guided her toward the kitchen.   As soon as she passed through – a loud “SURPRISE!”  shook the room.

“What the…” *freezes*   Around the kitchen, sitting on every available surface were not only the Doms of Chicago, but their submissives as well.

Caelan was leaning against the commercial fridge, with Nisey nestled against his side.  Kalinda was perched on the butcher block island between her Doms, Josh and Dominic.  Mistress Olivia, complete with her flogger was lounging against the sink, while her subs, Jude and Micah placed a large cake on the counter.  Jackson and Rena were coming out of the freezer with a gallon of ice cream, while Hark and Diachi argued in the corner over whether chocolate ice cream was better than vanilla. Even Master Alistair was there – fresh from Ireland, along with his wife and sub, Myrna.

“I can’t believe…”

“What? That we got them all in one place?”  Seraphina smiled as she set down a stack of plates.

“But anytime they all get together, I usually end up…” *a whimper built in her throat*

“Not tonight. Tis a celebration. Relax, lass.”  The familiar Scottish burr filled her ear. “Dakota thought it would be nice for a change to reward ye, instead of punish ye at the end of the tour.”

*swallows* “Slave did this?”

“Aye.  So why don’t ye go over and join them.”  He gave her a gentle nudge. “And I’ll tell everyone about the giveaways.”

*stumbles* “Are you sure?”

Glowers.  “Unless ye want to do dishes again…”

*Squeals* “I’m going, I’m going.”

*sighs* “Okay. I’m Lucien, Mistress Shay’s muse. And while Livvy is enjoying cake and ice cream with her grateful characters, I’ll be telling ye about the contest Mistress Dakota is having.”  Clears throat. “This being the seventh day, she’s giving away a copy of Gabriel’s Light. All ye have to do is enter yer name and email address below.”   Scratches head.  “Seems simple enough.”

“And don’t forget about the grand prize.” Bryan hands the truffles to Lucien. “You’re supposed to share those with your author.”

“Maybe…”  Picks up a truffle and shoves into mouth. A low moan rumbles free from him. “Or maybe not…mo drùiseil sgrìobhadair doesn’t need these – they are just simply awful.”

Shakes head at antics. “Muses and there chocolate.”

“Tis the golden rule –“ If Bryan didn’t know better Lucien actually looked defensive.

“Yeah, yeah. Thou shalt not come between a muse and their glorious chocolate.” *shakes head* “Anyway.  Be sure to enter the number on the meme card below for a chance to win a complete set of the Doms of Chicago at tomorrow’s WRAP-UP Party. So be sure to stop by.” *glances over shoulder*  “And now I think I’m going to join the party. Thanks for stopping by.”

 

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Author note:

Thanks to the lovely Ms. Shay for allowing my crazy muse to stop by with her usual antics. For those who are interested…below is a blurb and buy links for Healing Hark which released last Friday.  And don’t forget to stop by A Little Bit of Naughty tomorrow for another chance to enter for the grand prize drawing.

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Blurb:

 Can their love survive healing him?

Despite being in a long-term relationship with his Master and lover, Diachi Rai, CEO Bryan Sterling is feeling restless, and it all has to do with his Master’s former submissive. Ever since Harkalone “Hark” Akula entered their home, Bryan’s life has been turned upside down. He’s acting out, standing up to his master – even courting punishment. All because of his need to help Hark.

Diachi is a man of many secrets, and Hark happens to be one of his darkest. As his first submissive, Hark was partially responsible for molding him into the powerful but discerning Dom he’s become. But when he was unable to give Hark what he needed, Diachi let Hark go, rather than share him. Now Hark is back, scarred and darker than Diachi could ever remember him being, and in dire need of a healing touch.

Hark is at the end of his tether. After losing his family: his Dom, their submissive and child along with his home, all he wants is to be left alone, not dropped in his former master’s lap like a child. But now that he’s there, he’s not only tempted by Diachi and Bryan, he’s also being drawn into their world. The question now, is will he be able to stay?

 

BUY LINKS

Publisher : http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=696

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Healing-Hark-Chicago-Dakota-Trace-ebook/dp/B00JRMED28/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1398333775&sr=8-1&keywords=healing+hark

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/healing-hark-dakota-trace/1119261518?ean=2940149375097

 

My Writing Process Blog Tour

Welcome back to the Tavern. I was asked by the lovely Serena Shay to join in the My Writing Process Blog Tour. Due to a nasty cold and the arrival of household goods (gotta love shuffling around boxes to do anything) I am late getting this posted. But it’s better late than never. Thank you, Serena, for asking me.

 

1) What am I working on? 

Well at the moment I’m attempting to work on a contemporary menage homecoming story about fire-fighters. It’s called Wildfire. Unfortunately my wicked muse, Lucien, has been more interested in me working on the second Rift Hunter book, Savage Hawaiian Heat. Which introduces my mash up of vampires and incubus.

 
2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I believe my work differs in the fact that I’m working to combine elements that I’ve not seen put together before. At least in my Rift Hunters Series anyway. It’s got mythological gods, magic, science, paranormal creatures and time travel. Just to name a few.

 
3) Why do I write what I do?

Wow. That’s a toughy. I write because I feel that I have something to share with the world. I hope that it will touch someone and make them feel that they aren’t alone.

 
4) How does your writing process work?

My writing process is actually really chaotic most of the time. At least right now it is. I do try to plot out at least a chapter or two ahead of time if possible before sitting down to write. Sticking to that plot is another thing altogether. My characters have a habit of saying “Yeah, that’s not how this is going to happen”. Which is actually how I ended up writing erotic romance and menage in particular.

Thanks for stopping by to read about my writing process. Don’t forget to check next week at Dakota Trace’s place to learn about her process.

Since a child, Dakota Trace has always had a vivid imagination that as an adult she’s used to craft stories of suspense, romance and eroticism.

Rift Hunters Series Launch: Planning the Luau

Planning the Luau

I glance at my phone to check the time. Damn! Late again. I was supposed to meet Kiana and Seraphina to find out how we’re supposed to pull of this luau mash-up between the Wicked Muse and Facebook this weekend in celebration of Kiana’s book Rift Hunters 1: Untamed Hawaiian Heat today. Unfortunately I’ve still been stressed out trying to get everyone settled after our move from another country. So getting back into the groove of sitting at my computer for long hours hasn’t been working out as quickly as I had planned. I heave a weary sigh and push open the door.

A gust of warm ocean scented air brushes the hair away from my face. What the… I stop and stare around. The inside of the Tavern has been transformed once again. Although I am privy to the technical side of the Tavern it never ceases to amaze me what Lucien has accomplished with it.

Stepping inside my feet sink into fine sand like what you’ll find on many of the beaches in Hawaii. The massive mahogany bar that normally graces the wall to the left of the door there’s a bamboo tiki bar complete with thatched roof. Master Arthur glances at me his face scrunched up when he shifts his gaze to the folding table Kiana and Seraphina are sitting at.

“Shay!” Seraphina jumps up and rushes over to me. “We’re so glad you’re here. Kiana was just telling me about how she and Mateo met Tiaki.”

“Oh she was.” I finally stammer as she pulls me to sit at the table.

“Yes. I love it and I can’t wait to read the rest of their story. Hopefully I’ll have finished it by the time of the luau on Saturday.” Seraphina pushes me into a chair next to Kiana. “Arthur, please get Shay a glass of Lucien’s finest scotch. I think she’s earned a ‘wee dram’ after all that she’s been doing the last few weeks.”

Kiana laughs. “I love your impression of Lucien, Sera. It’s dead on.”

Seraphina glances around. “Speaking of…where is the Lord and Master of the Tavern? I know he’s been kinda scarce with all the chaos of the move Shay and her family have been dealing with.” She snaps her head around to look at me. “He does know about the luau, doesn’t he?”

Arthur sets down my glass of scotch and retreats to the bar with a ‘grr’.

I grab the glass off the table and take a quick swallow and immediately choke when I realize what Kiana just asked. When I’m finally able to catch my breath I meet Kiana’s gaze. “Um. Not exactly.”

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me you decided he would be hosting this without asking him first, Shay?”

A slamming door from the back of the Tavern makes me jump.

“Would ye care to explain why my Tavern is full of sand, mo drùiseil sgrìobhadair?”

A shiver races down my spine at the sound of Lucien’s scratchy burr tickles my ear. “Um…”

“Well that explains that. While Shay and Lucien talk about the luau check out an excerpt from Rift Hunters 1: Untamed Hawaiian Heat. I promise you don’t want to miss this one.” Seraphina says.

“Oh and don’t forget to leave a comment. You’ll be entered for a chance to win one of several prizes straight from the Hawaiian Islands. The drawing will be held on Sunday following the luau on Facebook on Saturday. Links to the event and more details on the prizes will follow each day as we tour around the internet to issue invitations to the launch party of the Rift Hunters Series.”

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In the year 2513, Kiana Grant, with the help of her love, Mateo Castillo, commands the group of rebels working to eradicate the terrorist cell that has taken over her beloved Hawaii—the Middle East’s last conquest in the world. In the middle of a hunt for key members of the cell, a vortex rips open the sky and literally throws a man at Kiana and Mateo’s feet.

Born and raised in the Phoinix Galaxy, Tiaki Jamison is part of an elite class of guardians known as Rift Hunters. While attempting to repair an unstable rift, he’s sucked through and finds a woman standing over him. But not just any woman—the woman that his magic immediately identifies as his soulmate.

When Mateo catches him kissing Kiana, Tiaki’s magic indicates that the only answer is to bond with them both.

 Tiaki must convince Kiana and Mateo to complete the soul bond, which will join their magical forces, giving them the ability to stop the terrorist cell. Their bond means one last fighting chance against great evil. But can it foster a love that transcends time and space?

Genre: Ménage & Polyamory, Supernatural, Time Travel, Fantasy & Paranormal

Length: Long Novel

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Rift Hunters 1: Untamed Hawaiian Heat Excerpt

Earth 2513

“Kiana, you should get some sleep. The maps will still be there tomorrow.”

Kiana glanced up at the sound of Mateo’s voice through her cybernetic link. She could feel the worry he tried to hide seeping through the link. Rubbing the back of her neck for what seemed like the millionth time in the last five minutes, she finally answered, “Just a little longer, mi corazón. I’m close to discovering what the hell is so important about this area to the Syndicate. I can feel it.” She’d been leaning over some maps of the Pacific Ocean that she’d brought to their hale noho–sleeping quarters–for hours now, trying to determine just what that significance was. And why the Hawaiian Islands in particular. She still couldn’t find the connection, but something kept niggling at her.

If she could only figure out what it was. Each time she thought she had the connection, it would skitter just out of reach. She sighed in frustration and refocused on her notebook. She’d written down every bit of information she could find about the Obsidian Syndicate. She reread her notes.

The Obsidian Syndicate had shown up about a century after multiple earthquakes had shaken the various islands around the Pacific Ocean in an area known as the Ring of Fire. From what she’d been able to find out, their leaders had first begun to infiltrate the governments of smaller nations, especially those with histories of violence toward outsiders or people who were different. Once they had established a foothold, they began climbing the ladder in each of those governments until they held some of the major offices.

Then they’d started allying themselves and taking on some of the bigger countries. The way they’d slowly spread across the globe reminded her of a board game called Risk that she’d seen played once in a vid clip in the encyclopedia archives. She continued to puzzle over the list, occasionally glancing over at the maps and making a notation of something that struck her. Damn it! What the hell are they after?

She didn’t realize she’d actually sent the question through the link until she felt Mateo’s hand on her shoulder. She looked up, angry at herself for not having sensed his approach. He was only able to sneak up on her when she was absorbed with something. Knowing that, though, didn’t make her happy that it had occurred.

He knelt in front of her, pulled the pad of paper she’d been writing on out of her hands, and set it on top of the maps. He moved closer, insinuating himself between her legs.

Mi querida, you’re going to wear yourself out if you don’t stop and get some rest.” When she started to protest, he laid a finger over her lips. “You aren’t going to do the men and women who depend on you as their leader any good if you don’t take care of yourself.”

Kiana briefly closed her eyes and enjoyed the caress as his finger traced the curve of her mouth. “I know, Mateo, but I’m close to finding out what they want with Hawaii. I can feel it inside.” She searched for the words to describe the awareness she’d been experiencing for the past month. It was a restless energy swirling inside her. Tonight, the feeling was stronger than it had ever been before, but it was still just out of reach. Her eyes fluttered open at the touch of his lips on hers. He scattered kisses over her mouth and cheeks, nibbled his way to her ear.

“Then let me build something else inside you,” he whispered huskily. He bit gently on her neck, then trailed his lips along the column of her throat as he reached for the buttons of her shirt. “You know I can do it.”

His words slid into her mind and conjured up images of their bodies writhing in ecstasy. “Yes, you can…in such delicious ways too.” She could feel not only the sensations her body was processing but what he was experiencing as well, thanks to their cybernetic link.

Cybernetics had been in use for several years now. When the government had noticed a pattern to the Obsidian Syndicate’s infiltration of the world’s top governments, the president had signed an order making it mandatory for all military personnel to receive the implants. Thus, all members of the Special Forces had been outfitted with the devices. The inventors hadn’t expected the emotional or physical links that developed between those who entered into a sexual relationship, however; a link allowed the couple to experience each other’s emotions as well as physical impressions. Most people didn’t leave the link open 24/7, the way she and Mateo did, but all of them had embraced the added layer it created and enhanced during sex. It was a heady experience, being able to understand what your lover felt when you touched him. The implants also inhibited any pregnancies and warned of any diseases early enough to have them treated before they caused any problems.

All thoughts of their cybernetic links and the added benefits they provided fled her mind when Mateo parted her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. His hands traced a slow path down her arms. As he skimmed his lips over her collarbone, he pulled her arms behind her back. She moaned as the feeling of his mouth playing over her skin intertwined with the tingle she felt on her skin, creating an intoxication she couldn’t get enough of. She’d never get tired of being able to experience each of their emotions as though they were the same person. She wanted to run her hands over his taut skin, trace the lines of the twisted lightning bolts of his tattoo that stretched from just under his left ear down over his shoulder, where it ended in jagged lines on his bicep. It was one of her favorite places to touch him. She could almost feel the energy it engendered, even though it wasn’t real lightning. She frowned. Lately she thought she’d glimpsed it shimmering. Like now. She leaned closer. Yet when she looked at it up close, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. Strange.

She pulled on her arms to get him to release them, the need to touch him building steadily inside her. With each lingering kiss…each nip of his teeth…each stroke of his tongue… A fresh wave of desire crashed through her, searing her senses. Her pussy ached to be touched, though she knew from experience he would take his time.

She moaned when he teased her nipple, nuzzling it through the lacy fabric covering it. “Please, Mateo.” The feverish craving that rushed through her blood was so intense, she had to send the plea through their link as she was unable to formulate her thoughts into words. She suddenly gasped, realizing that the heat was the restless energy she’d been feeling of late. Not now.

The energy reached toward Mateo as though it yearned to touch him.

The coolness of the night air whispered over the sensitive peak of her breast when he pulled her bra down. She arched up as he closed his mouth over her nipple and drew on it like a man starved. Sharp waves of pleasure raced along her nerve endings.

Desperate to touch him, Kiana pushed more electricity from her internal battery pack to her strength chip as she attempted to get him to loosen his grip.

Mateo raised his head, a wicked, sexy grin curving his moist lips. “Your cybernetic implants enhance your strength, mi corazón, but you forget that Ash ordered everyone to get upgrades installed this afternoon.” He leaned down and nipped her ear. “See what happens when you’re too preoccupied to keep up-to-date on your equipment?” He held her arms by her sides and began working his way down her body, dragging his tongue over her sweat-slicked skin.

Kiana let out a half groan, half cry as the restless energy flared again in her blood and sent a powerful current through her implants. She pushed against his hold and broke it. Then, in one fluid motion, she stood and shoved him back onto the pallet that served as their bed. She straddled his hips.

For a few moments, they both stared at each other in shock.

She shouldn’t have been able to overpower him so easily without the upgrade. Right. She’d think about that later. Right now, she needed him. She shifted her position and brought her dripping pussy into contact with his hard cock. Her eyes zeroed in on where his tattoo began just below his ear. She licked her lips hungrily. Now that she had him at her mercy, she could do what she’d been dying to do since he’d taken possession of her lips.

She leaned down and kissed him, plunging her tongue deep inside, relishing the taste of mangos lingering on his tongue from dinner. She moaned low in her throat as she imagined trailing some of the sweet, sticky juice down his chest and along the length of his shaft so she could lick it off. Desire sizzled through her body as the image flashed in her mind. Shifting her position, Kiana silently cursed that she didn’t have anything to tie his hands with.

An image of subduing Mateo with ropes coalesced in her mind, and another surge of power shot through her just as he broke her hold on his wrists. She felt rope slide beneath her palms, securing him. Kiana trailed her tongue along the line of his jaw, relishing the subtle scrape of his five-o’clock shadow. So caught up was she in her erotic fantasy, she didn’t realize what had just happened.

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Mateo lay still for several moments beneath Kiana, shocked. What the hell had just happened? She shouldn’t have been able to throw him off her so easily without the upgrade to her cybernetics.

She leaned in and captured his lips, thrusting her tongue deep as she pinned his wrists to the bed.

A warm breeze wafted through the thatched walls of their sleeping quarters, bringing with it the scent of ripe mangos and plumeria blossoms. An image of her squeezing a mango and leaving a trail of its sweet, sticky juice down his chest and over his cock sent lust racing through him. “You’re killing me here, Kiana.”

She placed a lingering kiss on his ear. “What’s the matter, Mateo? Don’t like it when I turn the tables?” She gave a husky laugh and pressed kisses to his lightning-bolt tattoo. A tiny jolt of power leaped from under his skin with each brush of her lips.

“You started it, mi amante. I’m just going to be the one to finish it.”

Mateo jerked his hands, testing the strength of her hold, and grinned. He’d been right. She hadn’t gone to Ash for her upgrades. No doubt she’d been too busy staring at that fucking map again. His smile faded quickly when he felt rope twist around his wrists.

Where the hell had she gotten rope? Glancing up, he didn’t see anything around his wrists. Yet something held him completely restrained. Closing his eyes, he focused his sensors and scanned her cybernetics to see if there was something wrong with her system.

Nothing. In fact, he felt the lingering traces of– Kiana bit into his shoulder, then licked the lightning bolt that twisted down his bicep.

A shock of energy trembled through their link, stimulating the restlessness he’d been experiencing the past few weeks. Something he’d been reluctant to share with her. Why, he wasn’t sure. Bullshit! You know exactly why you don’t want to share it with Kiana. Mateo paused when he heard Remi’s voice in his mind. He hadn’t thought about his friend since he’d left Spain. Why would he be hearing his voice now? He groaned when Kiana’s lips closed over his nipple, completely forgetting what he was searching for. She drew on it hard, catching the taut bud between her teeth and biting down.

He arched his back as a sharp pleasure-pain tore through his body. “You know you’re going to pay for that, mi querida,” he managed to growl through their link.

Kiana released his nipple, a wicked smile curving her lips. “You’ll have to wait until I’m done with you, Mateo. And I won’t be done for quite some time.” She licked along the ridges of his stomach. “Not even close.”
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Wyk’s Scavenger Hunt

Wyk'sScavengerHuntBadge“Aw come on.”  I motioned forward Wyk, who seemed reluctant to enter The Wicked Muse Tavern. “I don’t care what Livvy told you about the Bruce, he’s not a wolfhound bent on eating strange men.” In an effort to pay back Lucien for locking her out of the tavern a few weeks ago, she must’ve told Wyk some yarn about the Bruce, the most adorable dachshund I’ve ever met, that simply wasn’t true.

Wyk shook his head. “I don’t know. I like dogs and everything but I really don’t feel like being pissed on, Dakota.”

I glared at Livvy. “You told him that the Bruce would urinate on him? Other than stealing Lucien’s leather pants, that dog has never done anything destructive.”  I set the plate of homemade brownies down on the small table outside the doors.

My muse didn’t even look the least bit repentant. “He locked me out.  After he left me at the mercies of Ethan. He actually encouraged Ethan to spank me. He deserves everything he gets.”

Wyk’s beautiful chocolate eyes narrowed. “You fibbed to me? Then does that mean this Lucien doesn’t have an issue with men being submissive?”

I froze. The enormity of what my muse had done shocked me. “You told Wyk that Lucien…”

“She inferred that Lucien challenged the last man who’d come into the Tavern to a round of arm wrestling, because the man was a sub.”  Wyk looked ready to choke Livvy. My muse actually flushed and looked away.

“I….I…” I was at a loss for words. Of all the stunts my muse had pulled, this one was beyond compare. It wasn’t cute, it wasn’t funny.  It was damaging to Wyk who had just only accepted his submissive side. My Irish temper snapped. “That’s it. Take your ass home. I’ve had it with you. At the moment I don’t care if I talk to you again or not.”

Livvy’s eyes widened “What….no…you can’t mean that. It was supposed to be a joke. A way to get back at Lucien. I thought Wyk would put him in his place…”

“Lucian’s a muse, the same as you. You guys control the fates of our characters. You’re honestly thought you could pit a character against a muse?” It boggled my mind. It would be like having a human take on a god. “Just go, Livvy, before I say something I’ll regret.”  I was so angry I was ready to cry.

“But…” She took a step toward me. I backed away. “I’m…sorry. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known…”

“Haud yer whisht! What’s goin’ on out here?”  Hearing the Scottish burr, I turned to see Lucien looming in the darkened doorway.  I could barely make out more than his blue eyes and the familiar tartan wrapped around his waist.

“Nothing.”  My face flushed in embarrassment.  “Just a minor disagreement.”

“I fucked up again.” Livvy gave Lucien a puppy dog look. “I told Wyk you had a problem with submissive men.”

Lucien actually growled.  “Ye did what?”

“I tried to apologize, but slave is pissed.”

“And rightly so, lass.”  Lucien motioned Wyk toward him. “Ye must be Wyk, correct? The sub from Dakota’s new book? My Shay has been talking about the hell you and yer Mistress have been putting Dakota through.”

“Well, maybe just a little.”  Wyk seemed tense.

Lucien nodded. “Then I say ye deserve a round on the house. Do ye like ale? We muses and characters are supposed to drive our authors crazy.”  He spied the plate of brownies on the table. “Are those for me Mistress?”

I nodded. “Yeah, part of the ransom for the toy she’s holding for Livvy.”

He looked from the brownies to Livvy, then to me and back again. “I know you’re mad at her, lass, but why not leave her fate to me?”

I studied him, wishing I could see more of his face. How did Shay do it? It would drive me nuts. “I don’t know. Whether I like it or not, I’m gonna need her later.”

His smile dazzled. “No worries, lass. I think a lesson in humility is all that is needed here.  And the Tavern has plenty of dishes that need a good scrubbin’.”

“But my nails!”

Livvy’s squealed protest would’ve had me smiling if I weren’t so put out with her.  She loved the long acrylic nails she sported.  “After the tour is over?”

“Of course. Next Friday would be perfect and Seraphina would love ye forever. She hates doing dishes after our annual Oktoberfest celebration.”

“Fine, she’s yours.”  I sighed in relief. “As long as she takes care of the details of this hop.” I glared at Livvy. “After all she’s the reason we’re here.”

A very subdued Livvy nodded. “Of course.”  She looked up at the readers. “I can’t believe I’m gonna have to do dishes though.”

“Just be thankful yer Mistress dinnae request a new muse, lass.”

Livvy looked a bit distressed but I’d reassure her later that I wasn’t going to do anything of the sort. Even as mischievous as she was…she was mine.

“Okay, peeps this is the deal. See the graphic below? Enter it into the rafflecopter thingie for a chance to win the grand prize basket that Dakota is giving away.  It has some yummy toys in it. A flogger, a pair of restraints, a sleep mask and an e-copy of Wyk’s Surrender.  My slave will be announcing the winner at Wyk’s Wrap-up Party on Facebook on October 2nd from 7 – 9 pm. And for all those who find all eight toys – well your name will be entered for the $10 gift card from Amazon.”    She turned to look at me. “Did I remember everything, slave?”

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“Everything but the quote.”  I gave her a reluctant smile. “Once you give it to them, come join us at the bar. If you’re good for the rest of the visit I’ll let you have one glass of ale.”

Her face brightened. “Okay.” She pulled out a rumpled slip of paper from between her corseted breasts. Man I needed to buy her something with pockets. “Here’s the quote for Shay, Lucien.”

Quote: “I’ve been told I’m really good, Mistress.”  ~Wyk

DT_Wyk's Surrender_200She wants to mark him and make him hers…

Mistress “V” lusts after her boss. She wants him at her mercy, begging for her touch, but he only knows her as his very capable assistant Venus. When an off-hand comment dashes her hopes, the sexy domme turns to Madame Eve at 1Night Stand for help…

He isn’t sure he can handle the dark pleasure she promises…

Living up to his father’s expectations has driven Wyk Havas to the edge. His curvaceous assistant Venus wants to push him past those limits, and he’s damn near attracted enough to try. But Venus’s preference for men to submit to her threw him for a loop. Can a date from 1Night Stand show him if he’s able to submit to a woman?

Can Wyk truly surrender to Mistress V’s pleasure or were they doomed from the start?

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“So where’s that sexy muse of yours?”  Livvy bats her eyes at Seraphina as she bellies up to the bar.

Seraphina who was wiping down the bar actually flushed. “You’re insane, Livvy, if you think I’m claiming his stubborn ass.  But then he’s had too much time on his hands and has been driving Shay crazy.  Evidently he has some wild idea for Christmas that involves triplets or something.”

“Really?”  Livvy leaned forward, her interest obviously peaked. “It wouldn’t have to do anything with the call that my slave is writing for would it?”

Serphafina shrugs.  “Maybe. Is it for Loose?”

Livvy nods. “Yep.  I’ve been after Dakota for some time to write something for them. But stubborn wench she is, she keeps giving me excuse after excuse why she can’t.  The last one was something about it being too hot outside to be thinking about Christmas.” *shakes head* “Doesn’t she realize resistence is futile.  I will have my way in the end.”

Serphafina chuckles. “Now you sound like Lucien.”

“Did someone mention me name?”  From the shadows, Lucien stepped up to the bar.  “Mistress Livvy. Good to see ya again. Ye know…you are becoming a permanent fixture at the tavern as of late. Should I be worried?” *Lucien looks around*  “Speaking of which, where is yer author at?  Our deal was that you’re only allowed to come here if she is here to chaperon yer wild ways.”

“Aw, she’s babysitting the most adorable baby girl at the moment so sends her apologies.”  *Livvy shrugs*  “But get the worried look off your face.  She sent a character to keep me in line…” Leans forward. “And just between you and me….he scares me more than Dad does. I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to let Asha see the light of day…”

The old fashioned bell over the door rang out as a tall, dark, swarthy man stepped inside. Scanning the room, the man was suddenly beside her in the blink of an eye. He’d moved so fast even Lucien seemed to be taken back.

“What…and who is he?”

*a slow smile crossed Livvy’s face*  “This is Asha.  He’s one of the co-owners of Xenres Sins.  It’s a gambling hall in Dushanbe.”  She leaned closer to Lucien, running her hand up his chest. “But he’s also the baddest ass vampyre in Tajikstan.”

Lucien cocked an eyebrow at her. “You brought a blood thirsty vamp into my tavern? Are ye insane? What if he starts  biting people?”

*sighs*  “Why do people keep asking me that?”

Asha draws up to his full height, all six foot six of him. “I don’t bite anyone but Eryk. Once a vamp mates only his true mate can feed him.”

*Lucien harrumphed*

Asha glared at Livvy. “I could be home with my mate.  I can’t believe I let Dakota talk me into babysitting your ass.”

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“What the hell is that?”  Asha spun on his heels as a flurry of fur crossed the room nearly as fast as he had.  As the yipping dachshund jumped up on Asha’s leg he caught the dog by the scruff the neck, cradling him gently despite his confusion.

“The Bruce.”  Lucien chuckled. “Welcome to my nightmare.”

Asha cocked his head, staring into the liquid brown eyes of the dog. “The animal has the soul of a great wolfhound.”

Lucien groaned. “Not you too…he’s a nuisance. Always tearing up me kilts and dragging my leather pants back to his bed.”

Asha grinned. “Can’t blame the hound. He has good taste.”  Crouching down, he set the dachshund back down on the floor, petting the dog.

Livvy elbows Lucien.  “See I told you he was dangerous.”  *Livvy turns to face the readers* “And with that being said…lets get to the good stuff…the giveaway and yummy excerpt….”

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Welcome to Xenres. Located in the heart of Dushanbe, a person can indulge in any sin imaginable, which is exactly what Eryk Solie has set out to do. As a lone Arctic wolf shifter in a foreign country, he longs for something more than mindless one night stands with men who could never completely understand him. Intuition and a tip from a local leads him to Xenres. Inside the notorious gambling hall, he finds his mate, one of the owners of the club. Too bad the man is considered to be one of the most ruthless vampyres in the district. To win a night in his mate’s arms, Eryk will have to lose at a game of chance.

Asha Talavi not only co-owns the darkest gambling haunt in town, he’s also a self-made vampyre. His ruthless nature has gotten him everything he’s ever wanted including the sexy wolf shifter who dared to accept his challenge over a hand of cards. But even after Asha claims his mate, there is treachery a foot in the form of a former lover. And when Eryk returns the following evening, he tracks down his mate to only find the man with another, claiming he doesn’t remember him, or their wager and mating. Only an ancient ritual will tell if Eryk’s love will be a match for Asha’s ruthlessness and which shifter will in the end claim Asha.

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Eryk barely contained his wolf as time seemed to slow down. His sharp wolf eyes caught the flick of every card as Asha expertly dealt each of them five cards. Without a doubt in his body, he knew exactly who the man in front of him was. Even if it hadn’t been for the vampyre’s outrageous bet, he’d have been able to distinguish between Asha and his partner, Kiarad. While many said ruthlessness and greed went hand in hand, and the traits were nearly interchangeable, he could spot the subtle difference lurking in Asha’s eyes. Greed was wanting everything around a person, where ruthlessness was akin to determination. And it was determination he saw in his mate’s lusty expression. The man wanted the prize, an unbridled night of passion, but he wanted to best Eryk just as much.

The combination was potent, setting a fire in Eryk’s loins. Reaching for his cards, he slowly arranged them to his liking. Two aces, a five of clubs and two tens. He could try for a full house and probably get it, but the question was did he truly want to trounce his mate in cards? His pride demanded yes, even as his wolf grumbled about letting the vampyre win. But the human side of him, the one who longed for the touch of a lover, wanted to forfeit right then and there. To toss all the cards away and beg for his mate to claim him. Unfortunately as majority ruled, his pride and wolf over ruled his human side, and told him to go for it. To show his mate he was not to be trifled with, that he was more than a match for Asha.

Tossing away the five of clubs, he met Asha’s dark gaze. “Hit me.”

“If only,” Asha murmured, while his narrow elegant hands easily dealt him another card. Then he tossed two of his own cards out in the discard pile. “The dealer takes two.” Then he gave himself two cards. Eryk’s sharp eyes caught the sleight of hand as he pulled two cards from the bottom of the deck.

Well I’ll be…the bastard is actually cheating. Instead of pissing him off, it shifted something inside of him. The wolf, who knew no right from wrong, approved of the small deception. The idea Asha would resort to such under-handed tactics to claim him had Eryk’s priorities shifting. He no longer wanted to win. He wanted to see just how ruthless the man would be. Would Asha try to lure him into showing his hand, or would the man try to distract him in an effort to win? Or instead would he be straight forward and try to bluff?

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