I hope your holidays are special.
For me, it's Christmas,
and from my house to yours,
have a beautiful, joyful, peaceful and merry one!
Love~
Ayla
Image © Sergey Kishan
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Want more of me?
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Stop by and check it out.
Enjoy!
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Release of A Reckless Gift for Chirstmas!
Genre/Theme: Erotic Romance, Novella, Christmas, Elves, Magic
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Thursday, December 4, 2014
New Release: A Reckless Gift
Brand new at Changeling Press is my latest story -- a Christmas tale to rock your elven world.
A Reckless Gift
Peppermint Twist
by Ayla Ruse
Rec thrives on command. Lacy, chaos. When the two come together, they burn bright as the North Star...
Reckless, known only as Mr. Rec, is an Elf known for following the rules and toeing the line. He has a rocky past, and order ensures him a safe and secure future. That is, until he steps in as the department head in the Otherworld Weapons Gift Department in the North Pole and meets an Elf who threatens to push all his boundaries.
Lacy loves her job as a leather crafter. The day Mr. Rec comes in to take over, however, is the day her world starts falling apart. How can she want the very Elf who makes her madder than hell?
One thrives on command. The other, chaos. When the two come together, will they burn bright like the North Star, or will their spark burn out before Christmas morn?
Excerpt:
"Hi, Mr. Rec. Didn't think we'd see you here tonight."
Rec nodded and sat down at the bar next to one of his hard-working employees. "Hi, Noysen. I know I said I'd pass on the Christmas party, but... let's say I changed my mind." If coming here because Santa ordered him to do so could be called changing his mind. He'd much rather be at home, planning how he'd get a certain little Elf over to his place.
"Glad to hear it, even if our department don't celebrate quite like those Elves who make presents for humans," Noysen commented.
"I'm seeing that." Rec took in the darkened, oversized convention room, the loud music and questionable-in-public cries and moans. Contrary to what his employees must think, the atmosphere didn't make him uncomfortable. It brought back memories.
Noysen chuckled and hefted an oversized mug of ale. "Santa -- he knows his Elves, ya know? Take our department. We make weapons for aliens and demons alike. With the kind of shit we see, you think we'd want to sit around fancy decorated tables and sip eggnog for fun?"
Rec barked out an unexpected laugh as the picture formed in his head. "You have that right. It'd be like imagining one of those Elves coming here."
"That's why we're surprised you're here, Mr. Rec," Hoyden, another employee, interjected from two seats down.
Rec signaled for an ale. "How do you mean?"
"You're a manager, don't get me wrong. Our weapons department is running smoother than Iliaran oil right now. But I've always seen you as one of those fancy types."
Rec twitched his lips. "I suppose you have a point. I don't mind those gatherings; I've been attending them for years." He sipped his ale and debated before adding, "In my younger days, I saw my share of back-alley fun. Besides, I like to kick back and relax as much as the next Elf."
The Elves grunted their agreement and drank their ales.
After a few minutes, Hoyden cut his eyes at Rec. "There's some awfully pretty Tipped Ears here tonight. Many are from The Leanings."
Rec gave a short nod and a tight smile. He understood perfectly what Hoyden referred to. The Tipped Ears would be the pretty female Elves, and from The Leanings meant they were from the outskirts of the North Pole. Rec knew about Santa's arrangement from when he was a wee little Elf and living in The Leanings himself. Not that many others knew about his past, but Rec remembered how excited all those Elves became this time of year. If invited, they could come to these parties and work -- in a wide variety and loose definition of services -- and be compensated enough to get them through the rest of the harsh winter.
"There sure are, Mr. Hoyden," Rec answered. "If you find yourself with one, remember to be respectful and very appreciative."
Rec bid the Elves a Merry Christmas, snagged his drink and made his way around the room. He stopped every once in a while to say hi or to wish another a good season. He bypassed the shady corners where the pretty Tipped Ears were earning their wages, and he politely declined several intimate offers from others. Any other time he might have given in to temptation to ease her comfort and his -- as well as pad her pretty pockets with coin -- but for the past month one Elf in particular had taken over his every waking thought.
Lacy. A svelte little Elf with the longest, pointiest ears he'd ever known. She had a pert nose, slanted eyes and full lips that had him mesmerized the last time he'd seen her snacking on a peppermint stick. Her hands were gifts all in themselves, being able to craft a piece of demon leather like he'd never seen.
But she could be a rabble-rouser and a prankster, and when he came into the department and started setting things right, she'd balked. She'd even tried to tell him what to do. He'd let her know fast he didn't appreciate that treatment.
But more than that had been his growing desire for her. Even though there were no steadfast rules on relationships between co-workers, Rec had always kept his business and pleasure separate. His desire for Lacy had grown to the point that in their last confrontation, he'd broken out in a sweat to keep from hauling her pert little ass up against the wall and fucking her into obedience. Knowing he'd been at a breaking point, he'd asked -- no, he'd begged -- Santa to reassign her. He'd gotten his wish, and he'd not seen one black, purple-tipped hair of the little Elf in nearly two weeks. It should have calmed him down. Instead, not seeing her every day drove him nuts.
Another pretty Tipped Ear approached him, and when he turned her down, she huffed and stomped off. Kinda reminded him of Lacy and made his cock stir.
Again he thought about how Lacy had stood on her little tiptoes and shouted in his face when he told her she'd been reassigned. A tight smile crossed his lips. She was still pissed. He knew because for the past week, she'd left reminders on his doorstep in the form of sculpted miniatures depicting his death at the hands of various demons and Otherworlders. She never left her name, but he knew her exquisite craftsmanship anywhere.
"One more and those pants will have to go!"
Rec turned toward the hoarse shout at the back corner of the room. He asked an Elf at the back of the crowd, "What's going on?"
The Elf chuckled. "That's the dart area. A sexy pointy ear decided she wanted to play strip-darts."
Rec smiled. "I bet those Elves are getting an eyeful. I hope they pay her handsomely."
The other Elf laughed outright. "So you'd think. She's good. I've never seen a female play so perfectly. I don't think she's lost more than her shoes."
"You're kidding."
"No. And she's drunk off her ass, too. Must be. She keeps ordering double rounds of Sens-poison. I've never known any Elf to handle more than one shot before he goes under."
Rec chuckled. "I have to check this out."
He studied the tightly knit group. He couldn't quite see over the crowd, but he did spy a dart sailing through the air and heard the solid thunk as it landed, quickly followed by chortles and wolf-whistles. Maybe they finally got something more than a shoe off her. Still, he was intrigued. He'd been one hell of a dart player in his day, and to find another supposedly that good would be a treat.
"That's it, baby. All the way off. Let me get an eyeful of those heavy Christmas balls."
The low, seductive voice stopped Rec as he worked his way through the crowd. "Could that be..." He muttered the words to himself. "No, not Lacy."
"Aw yeah, nice and heavy. I like your cock too. Go to the left with the others. C'mon guys. I need one more."
Rec broke through to the front of the crowd and stopped in shock. There stood Lacy, all right -- completely clothed minus one shoe, front and center of the dartboard. To the left, against the wall, stood four very naked, very aroused Elves. Each sporting goofy grins.
"What's going on?" he growled to the Elf to his left.
"What? Oh, she's daring the guys to play strip-darts. Every guy she beats has to stand over there and wait until she's finished for the night. Then she gets to do anything she wants to them."
Even as Rec seethed over the stupidity of this game, he also warred with jealousy.
"Ooh, aren't you a sexy one," Lacy commented loudly and sauntered over to a stick-thin Elf.
"And what if she loses?" Rec asked.
He laughed. "I don't think that'll happen. She's hitting bull's-eyes every time."
"What happens if she loses?" Rec repeated with a snarl.
"Easy. If she loses, she said the winner could do anything they wanted to her."
"That's what I thought," Rec murmured. If there was one thing he knew about the boundary-pushing female, it was that she was fair. A plan quickly formed in his mind. He wouldn't take advantage of her if she were truly inebriated, but the thought of having her to himself caused his cock to go rock hard.
Meanwhile, Lacy petted the skinny Elf and made a few comments that had the boy blushing.
Rec had had enough. He stepped forward and in a loud voice announced, "I'm in."
A Reckless Gift
Peppermint Twist
by Ayla Ruse
Available today *exclusively* from Changeling Press
Buy now and save 15%!
Erotic romance, novella, Christmas, Elves, Magic
Rec thrives on command. Lacy, chaos. When the two come together, they burn bright as the North Star...
Reckless, known only as Mr. Rec, is an Elf known for following the rules and toeing the line. He has a rocky past, and order ensures him a safe and secure future. That is, until he steps in as the department head in the Otherworld Weapons Gift Department in the North Pole and meets an Elf who threatens to push all his boundaries.
Lacy loves her job as a leather crafter. The day Mr. Rec comes in to take over, however, is the day her world starts falling apart. How can she want the very Elf who makes her madder than hell?
One thrives on command. The other, chaos. When the two come together, will they burn bright like the North Star, or will their spark burn out before Christmas morn?
Excerpt:
"Hi, Mr. Rec. Didn't think we'd see you here tonight."
Rec nodded and sat down at the bar next to one of his hard-working employees. "Hi, Noysen. I know I said I'd pass on the Christmas party, but... let's say I changed my mind." If coming here because Santa ordered him to do so could be called changing his mind. He'd much rather be at home, planning how he'd get a certain little Elf over to his place.
"Glad to hear it, even if our department don't celebrate quite like those Elves who make presents for humans," Noysen commented.
"I'm seeing that." Rec took in the darkened, oversized convention room, the loud music and questionable-in-public cries and moans. Contrary to what his employees must think, the atmosphere didn't make him uncomfortable. It brought back memories.
Noysen chuckled and hefted an oversized mug of ale. "Santa -- he knows his Elves, ya know? Take our department. We make weapons for aliens and demons alike. With the kind of shit we see, you think we'd want to sit around fancy decorated tables and sip eggnog for fun?"
Rec barked out an unexpected laugh as the picture formed in his head. "You have that right. It'd be like imagining one of those Elves coming here."
"That's why we're surprised you're here, Mr. Rec," Hoyden, another employee, interjected from two seats down.
Rec signaled for an ale. "How do you mean?"
"You're a manager, don't get me wrong. Our weapons department is running smoother than Iliaran oil right now. But I've always seen you as one of those fancy types."
Rec twitched his lips. "I suppose you have a point. I don't mind those gatherings; I've been attending them for years." He sipped his ale and debated before adding, "In my younger days, I saw my share of back-alley fun. Besides, I like to kick back and relax as much as the next Elf."
The Elves grunted their agreement and drank their ales.
After a few minutes, Hoyden cut his eyes at Rec. "There's some awfully pretty Tipped Ears here tonight. Many are from The Leanings."
Rec gave a short nod and a tight smile. He understood perfectly what Hoyden referred to. The Tipped Ears would be the pretty female Elves, and from The Leanings meant they were from the outskirts of the North Pole. Rec knew about Santa's arrangement from when he was a wee little Elf and living in The Leanings himself. Not that many others knew about his past, but Rec remembered how excited all those Elves became this time of year. If invited, they could come to these parties and work -- in a wide variety and loose definition of services -- and be compensated enough to get them through the rest of the harsh winter.
"There sure are, Mr. Hoyden," Rec answered. "If you find yourself with one, remember to be respectful and very appreciative."
Rec bid the Elves a Merry Christmas, snagged his drink and made his way around the room. He stopped every once in a while to say hi or to wish another a good season. He bypassed the shady corners where the pretty Tipped Ears were earning their wages, and he politely declined several intimate offers from others. Any other time he might have given in to temptation to ease her comfort and his -- as well as pad her pretty pockets with coin -- but for the past month one Elf in particular had taken over his every waking thought.
Lacy. A svelte little Elf with the longest, pointiest ears he'd ever known. She had a pert nose, slanted eyes and full lips that had him mesmerized the last time he'd seen her snacking on a peppermint stick. Her hands were gifts all in themselves, being able to craft a piece of demon leather like he'd never seen.
But she could be a rabble-rouser and a prankster, and when he came into the department and started setting things right, she'd balked. She'd even tried to tell him what to do. He'd let her know fast he didn't appreciate that treatment.
But more than that had been his growing desire for her. Even though there were no steadfast rules on relationships between co-workers, Rec had always kept his business and pleasure separate. His desire for Lacy had grown to the point that in their last confrontation, he'd broken out in a sweat to keep from hauling her pert little ass up against the wall and fucking her into obedience. Knowing he'd been at a breaking point, he'd asked -- no, he'd begged -- Santa to reassign her. He'd gotten his wish, and he'd not seen one black, purple-tipped hair of the little Elf in nearly two weeks. It should have calmed him down. Instead, not seeing her every day drove him nuts.
Another pretty Tipped Ear approached him, and when he turned her down, she huffed and stomped off. Kinda reminded him of Lacy and made his cock stir.
Again he thought about how Lacy had stood on her little tiptoes and shouted in his face when he told her she'd been reassigned. A tight smile crossed his lips. She was still pissed. He knew because for the past week, she'd left reminders on his doorstep in the form of sculpted miniatures depicting his death at the hands of various demons and Otherworlders. She never left her name, but he knew her exquisite craftsmanship anywhere.
"One more and those pants will have to go!"
Rec turned toward the hoarse shout at the back corner of the room. He asked an Elf at the back of the crowd, "What's going on?"
The Elf chuckled. "That's the dart area. A sexy pointy ear decided she wanted to play strip-darts."
Rec smiled. "I bet those Elves are getting an eyeful. I hope they pay her handsomely."
The other Elf laughed outright. "So you'd think. She's good. I've never seen a female play so perfectly. I don't think she's lost more than her shoes."
"You're kidding."
"No. And she's drunk off her ass, too. Must be. She keeps ordering double rounds of Sens-poison. I've never known any Elf to handle more than one shot before he goes under."
Rec chuckled. "I have to check this out."
He studied the tightly knit group. He couldn't quite see over the crowd, but he did spy a dart sailing through the air and heard the solid thunk as it landed, quickly followed by chortles and wolf-whistles. Maybe they finally got something more than a shoe off her. Still, he was intrigued. He'd been one hell of a dart player in his day, and to find another supposedly that good would be a treat.
"That's it, baby. All the way off. Let me get an eyeful of those heavy Christmas balls."
The low, seductive voice stopped Rec as he worked his way through the crowd. "Could that be..." He muttered the words to himself. "No, not Lacy."
"Aw yeah, nice and heavy. I like your cock too. Go to the left with the others. C'mon guys. I need one more."
Rec broke through to the front of the crowd and stopped in shock. There stood Lacy, all right -- completely clothed minus one shoe, front and center of the dartboard. To the left, against the wall, stood four very naked, very aroused Elves. Each sporting goofy grins.
"What's going on?" he growled to the Elf to his left.
"What? Oh, she's daring the guys to play strip-darts. Every guy she beats has to stand over there and wait until she's finished for the night. Then she gets to do anything she wants to them."
Even as Rec seethed over the stupidity of this game, he also warred with jealousy.
"Ooh, aren't you a sexy one," Lacy commented loudly and sauntered over to a stick-thin Elf.
"And what if she loses?" Rec asked.
He laughed. "I don't think that'll happen. She's hitting bull's-eyes every time."
"What happens if she loses?" Rec repeated with a snarl.
"Easy. If she loses, she said the winner could do anything they wanted to her."
"That's what I thought," Rec murmured. If there was one thing he knew about the boundary-pushing female, it was that she was fair. A plan quickly formed in his mind. He wouldn't take advantage of her if she were truly inebriated, but the thought of having her to himself caused his cock to go rock hard.
Meanwhile, Lacy petted the skinny Elf and made a few comments that had the boy blushing.
Rec had had enough. He stepped forward and in a loud voice announced, "I'm in."
*******
Pick up your copy of A Reckless Gift from Changeling Press today.
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Monday, December 1, 2014
Cyber Monday Rebates at ARe!
Check out All Romance eBooks today
One day only, December 1, all my books are eligible for a 50% Rebate!
That means you can grab my books for less than 3 bucks --
and most of them are even less than $2!
WOW
Click here to see the awesome deals on my books
and
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Stay safe,
stay warm,
and get a little sexy
with some smokin' hot reads.
;)
Sunday, November 23, 2014
I'm in the Spotlight!
Check out Fever Hitch on the home page at Changeling Press.
My book is in the Spotlight!
If you want a hot and wild sci-fi erotic romance,
and you love comic conventions,
you'll *love* Fever Hitch!
Click below to go to the page of your choice.
Happy Reading!!
Cover Reveal
Take a look at the shiny new covers for the Peppermint Twists line up at Changeling Press this year.
My story, A Reckless Gift, will be available in December.
Stay tuned for more details!
Interested in finding out more?
Check out the book's page at Changeling Press: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2321
And don't forget, every year Changeling Press wraps these delightful and naughty stories with contests that can net you free books for a week, a month, even a whole year!
Details coming within the week.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Blue Jean Commerical (explicit)
Digging through some old writing the other day, I came across a very short piece I'd written several years ago. It amused me, and even brought a "yeah" and a chuckle from my DH, so I decided to share this little bit of man-POV with you. Fair warning, it may be short, but it's explicit. Enjoy!
Blue Jean Commerical
story © Ayla Ruse
He is absorbed.
The image flashes across the screen and his imagination flies away. What does her body look like beneath those clothes? If he could, he'd peel those jeans off her ass and prop her up on short display.
His mind is hypnotized.
Just to look.
Just to touch.
Just to smell and feel and kiss.
Just to fuck.
Just let me ram my cock between those cheeks one time and
I'll die a happy man.
He smiles.
He can almost feel her pussy, hot and wet, sucking him in deeper and deeper.
"Fuck me hard," she demands.
He complies by slamming himself home.
She shrieks how she loves the feel of his dick and that she can't get enough.
He moves faster, grabbing tight to her ass as he gets hornier. He's ready to come and she screams loud through her orgasm. He pulls out quickly and shoots his cum over her back.
The image soon fades. He wipes off the sweat off his brow and gazes sideways to his wife sitting quietly next to him.
The blue jean commercial is long over.
Image © Markomarcello - Fotolia.com
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Reading Much?
When life pushes you and all you want to do is crawl under a rock and hide, do you take anything with you? Me? I take a book. Rather, I take books. That's where I've been lately. No, "life" isn't all that bad overall. Nothing more than most any other person I imagine, but I've been binge reading like crazy.
Some books I've read are good, some are great and some are...eh. Great books I've been immersing myself in are stories by Lori Foster and Marie Harte, for example. Mara, Daughter of the Nile kept me captivated. Several box sets have kept me entertained for hours (and I've picked up a few new authors to add to my to-buy list from these sets).
On the other hand, one of the tales that made me go "eh," believe it or not, was the Hunger Games trilogy. Wait, let me clarify. I truly liked the books and the fact of so much death and violence resonated with me in a very edge-of-my seat way, but I did not like the way the books ended. No, I'm not giving spoilers for the very small percentage of people who have not yet read Mockingjay, but let me simply say the last ten to twenty pages made me at turns mad and feeling cheated. And this is before the epilogue. I can take the epilogue, but the ending seemed depressingly rushed. How did you like the ending of the book, for those who did read it?
On another note (but still about book reading) is that my TBR pile is growing by leaps and bounds. See, I make note of books I want to buy on my Kindle by gathering samples. I have well over two pages worth of books I'm in the process of buying and reading. Yikes! Add to this, my DH sells books and he recently brought home a box full of various erotic romance titles I've not yet had the pleasure of reading. Yes, I've already sorted them though to the books I want to read the most to those I'm not sure about. I think I'm set for awhile. Or, until my next binge reading episode. hahaha
I've brought my head out from the pile of rocks and told myself that I need to hunker down with the written word more. Heck, I'll still read, but for the next while my free time will be spent in front of the keyboard and my reading time will cut back to resemble that of a normal bibliophile. Now nod your head with me, as if we all believe any reader will cut back their reading time.
I invite you to lift your coffee cup with me and cheer on the many pleasures of reading the written word.
Happy Reading,
Ayla
Some books I've read are good, some are great and some are...eh. Great books I've been immersing myself in are stories by Lori Foster and Marie Harte, for example. Mara, Daughter of the Nile kept me captivated. Several box sets have kept me entertained for hours (and I've picked up a few new authors to add to my to-buy list from these sets).
On the other hand, one of the tales that made me go "eh," believe it or not, was the Hunger Games trilogy. Wait, let me clarify. I truly liked the books and the fact of so much death and violence resonated with me in a very edge-of-my seat way, but I did not like the way the books ended. No, I'm not giving spoilers for the very small percentage of people who have not yet read Mockingjay, but let me simply say the last ten to twenty pages made me at turns mad and feeling cheated. And this is before the epilogue. I can take the epilogue, but the ending seemed depressingly rushed. How did you like the ending of the book, for those who did read it?
On another note (but still about book reading) is that my TBR pile is growing by leaps and bounds. See, I make note of books I want to buy on my Kindle by gathering samples. I have well over two pages worth of books I'm in the process of buying and reading. Yikes! Add to this, my DH sells books and he recently brought home a box full of various erotic romance titles I've not yet had the pleasure of reading. Yes, I've already sorted them though to the books I want to read the most to those I'm not sure about. I think I'm set for awhile. Or, until my next binge reading episode. hahaha
I've brought my head out from the pile of rocks and told myself that I need to hunker down with the written word more. Heck, I'll still read, but for the next while my free time will be spent in front of the keyboard and my reading time will cut back to resemble that of a normal bibliophile. Now nod your head with me, as if we all believe any reader will cut back their reading time.
I invite you to lift your coffee cup with me and cheer on the many pleasures of reading the written word.
Happy Reading,
Ayla
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Visiting ARe
Good day to you!
This Tuesday finds me traveling to the awesome site of
All Romance eBooks
and sitting down in their cafe for delicious tid-bits
and some insight into conventions of the odd kind.
Join me, why don't you? It'll be fun. :)
Monday, August 25, 2014
Starting Monday off with a sexy excerpt
Good morning and happy Monday!
Yes, it's an awesome day sometimes. ;-)
Today, please join me over at the Changeling Press Blog
while I share an
*exclusive*
snippet for their Decadent Decade Monday post.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Visiting ARe Cafe
Good morning!
Why not start your day off with a cup of coffee with me and a short little discussion about what makes a hot hero?
I'm visiting the ARe cafe today and would love to have you drop by!
~Ayla
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Sex Scene Contest going on NOW!
I've done it -- I've entered a contest!
And not just any ol' contest, but the amazing Sex Scene Competition.
Today and tomorrow I'm in the running to get past the first round.
Yes, please go over and vote, vote, vote!
The scene I share is from Fever Hitch (Earth Con), and (IMHO) it's smokin' hot.
Here's the link to cast your vote:
Huge Hugs and Thanks in advance for your amazing support!!
~Ayla
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Visiting with drinks!
Hello,
I'm visiting again today. This time over over with J Rose Allister. I love spending time at her place on Tuesdays because it's all about the yummies--as in food and drinks.
On this particular day, I'm sharing a few bits of fun in the way of beverages (everyone-friendly or adult-friendly, your choice) that who knows? could be found among any alien convention. ;-)
Come by, pull up a seat and let me pour you something sweet and fizzy!
Friday, August 8, 2014
Visiting today--come along!
Hello and Happy Friday to all of you!
Today I'm visiting Clare Dargin and talking about aliens.
Stop by and say hi!
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
All Day Aliens at TRS! (*and a Contest)
Well, my posts at any rate will be about aliens.
Please join me over at the TRS party site
where I'm periodically posting about the variety of aliens
from my Changeling Press books.
You'll see snippets from
Soulless,
Broken,
Jagged
and even my latest hit,
Fever Hitch!
As an added goody, comments on my posts will grant entry into my contest: one random person of these comments on my TRS party posts for today only, will be a winner for an ebook copy of
Soulless--the first in the Malathix Soul Series.
Monday, August 4, 2014
*Contest* Sensuous Promo's Presents: Book Tour for Darkest Magic by Eva Lefoy
Welcome
to Sensuous Promo’s Darkest
Magic Tour.
TEAM TYRION FOR THE
WIN! By Eva Lefoy
I love
dwarves. Always have. Even the short of stature, not officially dwarfish among
us. Used to have a big crush on Wallace Shawn from My Dinner with Andre and of
course Star Trek Deep Space Nine. (See how I work Sci-Fi into everything I do?
Heh.) But then along came Peter Dinklage. Frankly, it was goodbye Wallace and
hello Peter!
I first saw
Dinklage in The Station Agent. A good little film that had me laughing when one
of the characters nearly drove over him. Trust me. I know I sound sick, but
it’s funny! Then I saw him in Game of Thrones as Tyrion. I knew right away I’d
be hooked on the show, even though I don’t have a TV! And hey, I’ve been proven
to be right. Dinklage is getting wonderful reviews for his work on the show. I,
still in the grips of my dwarf love, have written a story with a dwarf. A
snarky, flippant, bossy dwarf named Otis. Gee, I wonder who Otis reminds of?
Two guesses!
LOL
Anyway, in
order not to have people underestimate the power of this dwarf, I’ve made him
the keeper of the blue light. In the original Grimm fairy tale The Blue Light,
the dwarf just kind of appears. He’s somehow linked to the object but then
again, he appears at the bottom of well in smoke. Yuck! My dwarves certainly do
not take the troll road! They take the high road and the prefer a non-smoking
environment thank you very much. So, first thing, I got Otis out of the well
and gave him the object of power. And a wife. Darn it. Cause I wanted him to be
happy … but, you know. Now he can only be my book crush and not my book
boyfriend!
Nik can be
your book boyfriend, though. As beta of the wolf pack, he works closely with
Otis in ridding the forest of the evil witch Petrina. If he plays his cards
right, Otis just might let him in on a few secrets.
Just because
he’s shorter doesn’t mean Otis doesn’t have the smarts to get the job done. And
did I mention he recues Nik’s love interest, Caroline from her father?
*nods
sagely* A short man is definitely good to find! If you don’t believe me, try
out Otis and his no-cussing-allowed
wife Estrella in Darkest Magic, out now from Decadent Publishing.
Eva
Excerpt: When Caroline
meets Otis
Her
feet pounded out the rhythm of fear on the forest floor. The sound stank of
agony, of struggling, doomed prey. How many times had she heard it, thrilled to
it, while hunting? But now she was the hunted, her beating heart desperate to
stay alive.
Her
father closed in. His hot breath seared her shoulder blades, his warmth and
scent getting closer, closer. The muscles in her back twitched in anticipation
of the agony caused by the metal slicing through her flesh. How many more
seconds would it take? One footstep. Two. Three. Oh, God!
Wham!
Her
life ended, but not from behind. Something big, blue, and fast hit her from the
side, knocking off her feet. Swept along with it, her trajectory unknown, she
looked behind her to find her father long gone. What the hell? What could be
faster than a wolf? Nothing. It’s
impossible. I must be dreaming. Already dead. Caroline closed her eyes and
surrendered to an unjust fate. It’s over.
Done. No more.
A
few moments later, the movement stopped. She was placed on the cool grass. Her
final resting place.
“Hey, lady. Do you think you can walk from
here?”
She
looked up into the face of a tiny, panting man dressed in green velvet, half
bent-over with his hands on his knees. Impossible.
I’m hallucinating. Shutting her eyes against the image, sure this was only
her fertile imagination gone haywire, she focused on letting go.
“You’re
not exactly light, you know. You could lay off the ice cream any time.”
She
gasped and bolted to sitting. “What did you say? Are you calling me fat?” She
did a brief check of her torso, arms, and legs. No, not fat. Was it possible
she weighed more in death? Or was this little man merely a whiny wimp? After
all, she was used to the strength of wolves. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”
He
inhaled, puffed out his chest, and brought himself up to his full, rather
stubby height. “Oren Thelonius Icapod Snodgrass.”
Her
mouth fell open. She tried several times to blink the man away, but it didn’t
work.
“They
call me Otis, for short.”
“You
can’t be serious.” Death was a lot stranger than she’d ever imagined.
Nik
Epperstein’s alpha lost his mate two years ago and took an evil witch as his
new bride. Ever since then, Eli’s leadership has become violent, bordering on
insane. When Eli attacks him, Nik’s healing powers mysteriously vanish. He
can’t defend himself, nor protect the wolf he secretly loves. Only through the
help of a foul-mouthed witch and an overly-dramatic dwarf will he save her –
but their assistance comes at a price.
Caroline has tried for two years to lure Nik into her bed and can’t understand his hesitation. After all, she senses their mating bond loud and clear. Then Nik disappears. She confronts her father who tells her Nik is dead, and she’s next on his chopping block. Without Nik to protect her, she flees the pack and is kidnapped by a man half her size.
Reunited at last, the young wolves have one last chance to ignite their bond. But love must wait when battle looms. Eli and his wife attack, and aren’t above using dirty tricks to win. If Nik and Caroline survive the battle, the dwarf and his wife will require them to make a promise that will change their lives forever…
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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
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