Friday, July 1, 2011

A Taste of Soulless

Soulless releases in 1 week! Here's what you do...
Go over to Changeling Press. Just click on the name and you'll go right there. Today is release day and let me tell you, there are some awesome books out today! Buy up a couple or three or four (or more). Hey, I always maintain more is better. :)   Spend the next several days getting hot and bothered by the great stories at Changeling. Then you'll already know what to do next week when Soulless makes its debut! How easy is that? Super easy!

Here is a blurb for Soulless:

Space Lord Theradon, of the merchant planet Malathix, lives on the edge of a darkness that threatens every human around him. He must find the piece of him that’s missing or face his demise.

Laya Brummel unknowingly carries within herself the means to his survival. If only she would stay still long enough for him to explain. But she’s seen the horror of what a Malathix alien can become, and fear keeps her constantly running away from him.

When the pair finally comes face-to-face, will it be too late to stop the death and destruction, or will they find something deeper to hold them together and save them both?

Question is, Can a beast without a soul bring her to her knees?

Well, can he? You'll find the answer in one week's time.


You've already seen this? 

You say you want more? 

Greedy are we? 

Okay, you twisted my arm. 

I'll give you a little tease, how's that? A little taste, a little slide of wet tongue over smooth lips. Something to make you curious, how's that? 

Go ahead and indulge in the following excerpt. And yes, it is a tease. A "PG-13"-ish one.

          Laya raised her chin and met his stare. “You want me?”
Theradon gave a curt nod, his jaw clenched, and motioned for her to follow him. Wanting answers, Laya fell in step behind him as he headed toward the front door. Once outside, she shivered in the cool night air but continued to follow him around the building. The dark back alley made her skin crawl, but she figured it’d be a fitting place for her end.
Theradon turned in the shadows to face her. Though she could barely make out his features, he seemed wilder, more out of control than he’d been when she’d seen him in the past.
“What do you want with me?”
“Everything.” He spoke in a strained whisper. “Dammit, Laya, it’s not supposed to go this way, but right now…”
When he didn’t continue his thought, she prompted, “Right now, what?”
Did he just sigh?
“Laya, I need you to get on your knees.” His hands went to the waistband of his pants and popped open the top button.
She inhaled and suppressed a shiver. He hadn’t laid a single finger on her, but the compulsion to fold her legs and kneel before him seemed inescapable. The presence inside her pushed hard, eager to follow his command. He wanted oral sex? The presence cried out yes. It craved him with an obsession. Even shoved mental pictures into her head of how she should proceed.
Startled by the graphic imagery, Laya glanced around and saw Camden not a few feet away. “Is he going to be part of this?” she asked somewhat timidly.
“Then send him away.”
Theradon held out his arm, as if to touch her, then shoved his hands behind his back. “He has to stay, for your safety.”
She tilted her head, trying to make out the angles of his face, trying to see the hypnotizing swirl of color in his eyes again, but he took another step back, deeper into the shadows along the wall.
“Camden,” he snarled, “toss me your coat.”
Laya watched as the man removed, bunched, and threw his coat to Theradon without question. Theradon let it fall on the gravel at his feet.
“Arrange the coat so your knees are protected,” he told her.
Laya gave herself a mental shake. This entire situation was strange. Why wasn’t she as frightened as she was earlier? Yes, a part of her trembled in tense confusion, but the presence in her seemed finally at ease. It sent waves of soothing relief mixed with heated anticipation of what she was about to do.
She bent down and folded the long coat to make a cushion, then kneeled tentatively until she knew her knees wouldn’t be cut. Looking up, she watched as Theradon came forward to stand right in front of her. His hair had come out of its binding and hung down, further shadowing his appearance. He thrust his groin toward her face.

Stay sane and have a great Friday! More later~

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