Author Spotlight Rebecca Trogner–Exclusive Excerpt!

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Last Keeper’s Daughter
by Rebecca Trogner

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Born into old money, Lily Ayres lives at Waverly, her family’s estate situated at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Paris, Virginia. She is a strange, small, almost mute, young woman who has no idea that her father has given her to the Vampire King Krieger. Walter Ayres is the King’s Keeper and part of a secret society of historians who unearth, preserve, and attempt to understand relics of long forgotten civilizations.

Lily has never felt comfortable in the human world, but after she suspiciously falls down a flight of stone steps, and is healed and claimed by Krieger, she realizes there is another world. In this Other Realm she feels a sense of belonging, and begins to untwine the mysterious event which left her mentally and psychologically damaged. When Walter disappears in England, Lily works with human and supernatural beings to uncover his whereabouts. With each new discovery, she is pulled deeper into the vortex of magic, intrigue, and dark desires that permeates the supernatural world. The revelations revealed unfold a story of deception and betrayal that threaten to tear the thin veil between the supernatural and human world asunder.

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EXCERPTS (Exclusive Excerpt):

Her beautiful eyes sparkled with a questioning look, the towel slowly slipping through her fingers to reveal a soft shoulder. Her tongue demurely skirted her bottom lip.

“Lily.” He reached out his hand to her.

Instead of dipping her eyes away from his, she held his gaze and walked the last few steps. Her hand, warm and soft, slipped into his.

“How was your swim?”

Lily blinked, her pupils dilated. “It was tiring, but nice.”

Delicately he laid his hand on her upper chest, and slid it ever so slowly up and around her neck until her face was nestled in his large hand. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. His fangs extended with a snap. Her eyes opened, taking in their sharpness and length.

“Have you missed me?” he asked. He closed the bond, not wanting to overwhelm or frighten her.

“Yes.” She pulled her hand from his and tentatively reached out towards his fangs.

“The tips are the sharpest.” Head tilted slightly back, he waited.

“Does this mean you’re hungry?”

Hungry for everything your body has to give, he wanted to say, but didn’t. Instead he waited while her finger traced over his fangs. “It was impolite for me to drop fang in public with you.” He looked up to see that Liam and guards had formed a tight circle around them.

“Drop fang, that’s what you call it?”

“We do. At the moment, it shows my attraction for you.”

“Oh,” she responded. “For my blood?”

“For your blood.” He leaned in, kissing along her jugular vein up to her ear. She shivered. Her body relaxed and melted into his. “For your body.”

The intensity of his desire shook his control. He disengaged and stepped back. “Are you ready for the service tonight?”

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Rebecca Trogner PictureAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Rebecca Trogner lives in the Shenandoah Valley region of Virginia, and frequently crosses the Blue Ridge Mountains that were the inspiration for Krieger’s home. She always dreamed of being a writer, but got sidetracked by the day-to-day adventures of life. With the encouragement of her family, she has finished her first novel and is currently writing the next book in The Last Keeper’s Daughter series. Rebecca lives with her husband and stepson, and a rescue dog named Giblet. To find out more about the author visit http://www.rebeccatrogner.com.

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Exclusive Excerpt by L.L. Brooks and Shannon West

Dead Reckoning, Book One by L.L. Brooks and Shannon West.
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Excerpt: r rated erotic, m/m

Dominic caught him by the wrist before he could fist him. “You have to understand, now that I have you here, alone, the intoxicating effects of—”

His words cut off with a gasp when Shawn by-passed his hand, dropped to his knees, and engulfed half of Dominic’s length in his hot, wet mouth. Dominic backed, not in an attempt to get away, but to fall and sit on the side of the bed. He braced himself on his arms while Shawn worked his cock, testing, experimenting, craving every inch of it. He was inept and inexperienced and ignored what Dominic tried to tell him, not wanting to hear. He sucked at the head of Dominic’s cock, loving the velvety soft feel of the head on his tongue. Trying to remember the porn his brothers watched, he mimicked the way the women had licked down the underside of a shaft, then back up, ending with their tongues dipping inside the slit.

When Dominic climaxed, attempting to push him away, Shawn shook his head wildly and held onto Dominic’s thighs, swallowing the thick strong streams hitting the back of his throat. The taste was salty and musky, but not at all unpleasant.

The same sensations Shawn experienced from drinking Dominic’s blood swarmed over him, tenfold. His mind detached, and his body became an entity all its own, in control of all of his actions. He had to have more and crawled up Dominic, forcing him to his back at the same time he ripped open his shirt. Remembering what it had felt like in the basement of the theater, he was desperate to come again at Dominic’s hands. He rubbed against him, their cocks grinding together. He tried to kiss Dominic full on the mouth.

Dominic flipped him onto his back, pinning Shawn beneath him, holding his face between his hands. “Don’t kiss me. Don’t condemn me to a glimmer bonding when you’ll only die and leave me.”

“Fuck me, Nic, please.”

“I can’t! Not without your permission to turn you. Give that to me, darling, please. Give me permission before I lose control of myself and break my vow to never turn anyone without it.”

“Fuck me!”

“You drive me insane.”

Shawn’s body worked with a mind of its own, dry humping while Dominic threw his shoes off and ripped his pants down his legs. He rolled, clawing at Dominic to come back when Dominic drew open a drawer from the bedside table. With need burning, he didn’t want to wait for lube, jerking at Dominic, trying to thrust on his cock to drive it into him. He moaned, first in disappointment and then in pleasure when an oiled finger plunged into him, not a cock.

While his hips thrashed, searching for fulfillment, he still pulled at Dominic. “Nic, please!”

“This will have to satisfy you.”

Another finger joined the first, pumping in and out of him, burning, stretching, sliding in the slick lube, exciting him even more. Hands in fists, Shawn pounded the bed, reared up, and pulled Dominic down to him. Dominic still resisted, turning his head away from Shawn’s abject pleas.

“Okay!” Shawn finally yelled at him. “Okay, damn it, turn me! Turn me then. I have to have you inside me. Do whatever you have to do!”

“Shawn, are you sure? You must be sure.”

“I am! Damn it, for once I’m sure about what and who I want. Please, Dominic! Don’t you push me away too!”

Dominic groaned and pushed Shawn’s knees to his shoulders. A rod of steel pushing into his virgin ass made Shawn yell out in pleasure and pain. Dominic stilled instantly, starting to pull out, but Shawn pulled him back down on top of him. “No, no, it just startled me. Please. I need you, Nic. I need you so much.” Within seconds the velvet heat of Nic’s cock moved deeper, searing its way into him. He screamed again when Dominic’s fangs sank into his throat. Shawn yelled as pleasure so sharp and clear it was almost agony pierced through him. Nic’s teeth sunk deeply inside his neck, sharp sucking motions rocking his very being. It was so exquisite, passionate, and intimate all at once he didn’t think he could stand it. He arched his back as the need to climax overcame him. The pulsing of his seed landed between their thrashing bodies. Then Nic was licking the wound with his long, hot tongue, and the heat began to soar inside him again, filling his cock as he strained toward his lover. The inner fire flared higher than ever, and Shawn threw back his head and screamed.

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Keta Diablo’s Cradle of Dreams

A brand-new exclusive excerpt of Keta Diablo’s new time travel/erotica/historical book CRADLE OF DREAMS!

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About Cradle of Dreams:
Warning: explicit language and sex, including anal sex.

With visions of battle still fresh in his mind, Roane Bradfield returns home to find the woman he loves betrothed to another. He corners Kendrick Moreland at Dowager Huggins’ Grand Ball and whisks her into the secluded library. One way or the other, he will know the reason the duplicitous beauty cut him from her life when she promised to wait forever.

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EXCERPT:
Damn Kendrick Moreland and all her lies, her beauty, and for every night he
dreamed of coming home to fuck her senseless. The only thing that kept him going during the war, kept him sane was the memory of her exquisite face. He should have died a thousand times like all the rest, but for some callous reason he had lived. In the darkest of times, he questioned why he had been spared. Now he knew, and what perverse irony. He lived through a bloodbath to witness her marry another? His deep, sardonic laugh bounced off the walls of the library.

Kendrick crossed her arms over her chest and withdrew a step or two. “You’re mad, and,
you’re . . . frightening me.”

How dare she stand there all pale and horrified? Her childlike vulnerability increased his
desire to protect her from everything evil. And fuck her. His balls swelled and his cock pushed mercilessly against his breeches. He had never wanted anything more in his life than he wanted her. Be damned with civility, propriety and her reputation. Not a soul would dare to speak out against his woman, and she would be his woman by the time they left this room.

Her eyes widened as she stared into his, a mingling of fear and expectancy. She wanted
him too; he felt it with every beat of his tumultuous heart. He stalked toward her, lowered his head and captured her mouth. Devouring her lips was laying claim to heaven. Velvety smooth, they moved against his. He didn’t have to force her lips apart to gain what he sought. The moment he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, she allowed him access.

Breaking from the kiss long minutes later, he held her back from him. “Take off your
dress. Do it now before I rip the damn garment from your body.”

“You’re not serious!”

“Oh, no? I shall count to three. If you intend to salvage the dress, I suggest you remove it.
Now!”

Her fingers trembled as she slipped the dress from her shoulders and then turned around
with her back to him. His mind screamed. Soon she will be mine; heart, soul, and body.
Excruciating pain shot through his groin when her foot made contact. Contemplating the feel of his rod inside her, he had let his guard down, trusted her. She bolted toward the door, fumbling with the gown near her shoulders. Despite the pain, Roane lunged through the air and took her down by an ankle. He couldn’t allow her to walk from
this room.

Their bodies tumbled about the carpet, her kicking and clawing, him doing his best to
keep her flailing arms from scratching his eyes out. Near the settee again, he managed to haul her to her feet, turn her around, and hold her against him. Her breaths came in pants and a quiet sob escaped her.

Long moments passed and neither spoke. Finally, on a whisper her words reached him. “I
can’t reach the buttons.”

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Keta’s Bio:
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the country on six acres of woodland. When she isn’t writing or gardening she loves to commune with nature.

Keta is a multi-published author in both erotic romance and gay fiction. Her paranormal novel, Where The Rain Is Made, was nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark. Keta’s books have received numerous Top Pick, Book of the Month, and Recommended Read awards from the top professional review sites.

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You can find her on the net at the following places:
Keta’s Keep, http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com
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