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Friday, June 21, 2013

Pre-Order: Favored Dragon's Release by D. Renee Bagby

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FAVORED DRAGON'S RELEASE by D. Renee Bagby
(Hidden by Dragons, Book 1)

Siren-Bookstrand Publishing

[High Fantasy Dragon Romance, MF]

He wants her for his bride to end the dragons' curse but his love for her is ruining his plans.

In the aftermath of a senseless war that claimed many lives, the gods have punished the dragons for causing the conflict. The next generation will not hatch until Prince Shurik finds a human female willing to put aside generations of animosity to become his bride.

Yolette goes to sleep on the side of a mountain, the odd woman out on a couples' camping trip, and awakes in a field outside the home of a dragon. Transported to an unknown world very different from her own, she must depend on Shurik for shelter and guidance.

Shurik doesn't anticipate his growing feelings for Yolette, making the task of proposing that much harder. Danger looms from those who want the punishment ended and from those who want it to continue until the last dragon is gone. Shurik must decide whether he will save his people or his love and pray to the gods his choice is the right one.

Coming 03 July. Now available for pre-order. 10% off until 10 July (CST)!
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Excerpt:

“You mentioned food. All this philosophizing is making me hungry.”
“Rather than having me guess, what would you like?”
“Bread.”
Shurik laughed.
“Did I say something funny?”
“You are so enthusiastic.”
She mumbled, “It was good.”
He walked back to the spot where they had entered and reached toward the darkness. Yolette wasn’t sure what he was doing until he pulled out a large platter and a cup. He returned to the water’s edge where he placed the platter and the cup on the ground. In the middle of the platter was a loaf of sliced bread. Around the bread were meats and cheeses and small pots of what looked like jellies.
Shurik gestured to the food.
Yolette wasn’t sure where to start. She grabbed a piece of bread, tore off a chunk, and reached for the nearest small jar. It contained honey. She was almost sure it was honey. A taste test would prove it. She dipped the bread and then popped the piece in her mouth.
She closed her eyes as the honey exploded over her senses in a rush of sweetness, the likes of which she’d never tasted. Slowly she chewed, savoring every single bit of the bread and actually chewing the requisite twenty times—possibly more—before swallowing.
“I think I just tasted heaven,” she whispered.
“This honey is a delicacy. No human has tasted it before.”
“I’m honored then. It’s positively decadent.” She dipped another piece of bread into the honey and ate it, savoring it as she did the first. It was the slowest she’d ever eaten anything.
Shurik said, “The bees of dragon territory are unique, and thus their honey is unique.”
“I’ll say. It literally is liquid gold for the eyes and senses.” She sighed as she licked a bit of the honey off of her fingers. If nirvana had a flavor, it would have been that honey.
It took a bit of doing, but she managed to make herself eat something else besides the honey. Shurik poured a drink for her from his cup. They ate and drank in silence. She indulged one last bite of honey and bread before her stomach declared maximum occupancy had been reached.
Shurik asked, “Full?”
“Very.” She patted her stomach. “You ate more this time.”
“Your appetite is infectious.” He returned the platter to the shadowed area, placed it inside, and then returned. “What do you wish to do this day?”
Yolette stared at Shurik while she contemplated his question. He watched her without saying a word. Her gaze strayed to his wings. “Flying lessons.”
Shurik’s smile dropped.
“Don’t look like that. I’m not going to get used to how you fly if we never go flying.”
“That is true,” he said in a hesitant manner.
“Besides, I was fine last time. You caught me like you said you would.”
“Yes.”
She stood and clapped her hands together. “Flying lessons.”
Shurik sighed. “Flying lessons.”
She walked over and patted his side. “If it makes you feel better, I’m afraid of heights. So, in a way, I’m showing a lot of trust by even suggesting this.”
He looked at her in surprise. “You did not mention such a fear yesterday.”
“I was too upset about not being able to go home to really register that I was up in the air until after we landed.” She shrugged. “I figured mentioning it now might help somehow. I guess. I don’t know.”
He nodded. “You have nothing to fear while flying with me.”
“Good. Now the only issue is keeping hold of you. You may not realize, but you’re slippery.”
He laughed.
“Not in a slimy way. I mean, because your scales are smooth, they are hard to hold.”
“I understand.”
She sighed, happy he hadn’t taken her words the wrong way.
He said, “Perhaps a rope.”
“No.”
“You could use it as a harness.”
“No. It just seems demeaning somehow.”
“I suggested it, therefore I don’t find it demeaning.”
“And how would the rope be attached? Not around your neck, I know. And tying it around one of your spines is useless since it would slip off after a while.”
“True.”
She made a thinking noise, but it was for show only. She had no other alternatives to offer.
Shurik said, “A rope is still a viable option so long as it stays attached, correct?”
“I don’t like it.” She sounded like she was pouting, even to her own ears. “What if—no. Never mind.”
“What?”
“You could carry me. In your hand, I mean. Like when you lift me up to the table or the bed.”
Shurik looked at his hands.
She followed his gaze and then met his eyes when he looked at her. “No?”
“Your idea is sound but not viable for the long term. I cannot always carry you in such a way. I would fear hurting you.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
“How can you trust me so completely when we have not known each other long?”
She cocked her head to the side. “You’re nice. I’m usually a pretty good judge of character. I have to trust someone on this new planet. I’ll start with you.”
Shurik blinked at her a few times. He lowered his hand, palm up, and waited.

Coming 03 July. Now available for pre-order. 10% off until 10 July (CST)!
http://www.bookstrand.com/favored-dragons-release

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D. ReneƩ Bagby
Building New Realms of Passion...
http://about.me/dreneebagby

Thursday, November 1, 2012

EXCLUSIVE New excerpt from Paris Bites



The calender is ticking down and I am more excited with every hour that passes.

With my new book Paris Bites book release being less than a week away I wanted to share an exclusive excerpt with you. This is not available on the Siren website and meant for my readers to enjoy. I wanted to do something nice for you because you've been so kind and loving to me. Thank you so much for all your support and love. I can't tell you how much it means to me. :)


Samantha stole his wallet and in return he stole her heart.


PARIS BITES


“Please come inside and look around.” The docent waved the tourists inside, and they followed his command meekly forward, touching the iron torture devices littering the stone room, gathering together in a densely packed group. Shoulder to shoulder they huddled together. It reminded Sam too much of the way sheep would group together for protection from a wolf.
Only this seemed more dangerous.
In reality, numbers didn’t provide safety.
There was no way she was going into the secret chambers. It was too cramped. There was no way out. No escape in sight besides this one door. Sam backed up, toward the direction she came. She backed straight up into a man’s chest. Powerful arms locked around her body to steady her.
A man’s deep voice rocked her with a stern whisper in her ears, interrupting her panicked thoughts of escape. “You are trying to get yourself killed tonight, aren’t you?”
Killed? What is he talking about?
Sam turned around in the stranger’s arms to find disapproving black eyes stare back at her. Sam melted. The memory of him was nothing like being in front of the real deal. Overwhelming, powerful need hit her like a brick wall. A coil of pressure dropped from her stomach to her womb and all she could think of was how much she wanted to run away and hide at that moment. Her knees buckled under his intense gaze, but his arms steadied her.
It is him! Why does it have to be him?
The same man whose wallet she had pinched on the street earlier tonight. The woman wasn’t with him now, but how the hell did he manage to find her? Her pulse quickened in fear. She was nowhere near where she found him earlier, and unless he had been following her the entire time, he couldn’t have known where she was going.
Yet, this was no coincidence.
His iron grip latched onto her arm, forcing her into the chamber with the others. In a hushed tone, he whispered near her ear, “You don’t even know what kind of trouble you found tonight. If I wasn’t here you would be dead.”
As they passed by the docent, her captor said, “This one is mine, Domitrius.”
The guide just growled in response, keeping his eyes on the group of tourists in the room.
The door closed behind the small group, and the people gathered together nervously. As if numbers helped their safety. Sam and her captor were the exceptions. He kept her close to him and in view of the others but wasn’t allowing her any chance of escape. He prevented her from leaving his side with his strong hands locking her in place. She was too scared to run, and even if he did let her go, she probably was not strong enough to move the solid stone door.
Fear tainted her blood, and she could hear her heart hammering in her ears.
Domitrius seemed to take pleasure in the group’s discomfiture. “The Vampire DeMontmartre was not happy with bathing in the blood for very long. He wanted more, and the effects of the blood baths were short lived. It was said that he eventually made a deal with the devil. That pact he sealed made it so that he could live forever, so long as he drank the blood of the innocents.”
Silence echoed and the patrons guessed what he insinuated.
“Vampire…” One man hissed out as if the word itself were evil.

PARIS BITES is available to pre-order at 15% off the cover price:

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Thank you so much for reading everyone and I hope you all have a fabulous day.

Missy Lyons
www.missylyons.com

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Release Day! Excerpt-R-Gangbusters, Angels & Demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure

I’m released! And so are my angels & demons. Just when you’d counted on the monsters going away.

Greetings, lovers of monsters everywhere.

I’m Michele Hart, and I write gritty, high-action Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romance for BookStrand. Here’s a steamy excerpt of my brand-new angels & demons/Sci-Fi Romance release, Gangbusters, coming to you from BookStrand. Hot off the presses.
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Who will stand on the front lines against evil in the future?

         Daniel Tierney and his fellow I-Marshals take down the organizations producing the most dangerous substance in the Alliance. But reporter Faith Vedder turns up at the worst times, including Danny’s near-assassination. He’s had enough of her interference and requires her source of information.
         Faith won’t tell him anything that compromises her Pulitzer-worthy story, not even under the magic of hot attraction. She doesn’t know she’s surrounded by fallen angels at war. Danny’s not finished making demands. She doesn’t understand until a giant, snorting, winged monster slobbers down her back, threatening to flay her.
         The gangbusters can’t delay in their mission to shut down gangs until Danny learns the new criminal kingpin of their world is a man who once held Faith’s heart. In the guise of a gangland executioner named Heretic, Danny will destroy him. Even if it destroys Faith.
         Angels are watching. Demons are plotting. Faith is the key.

Are you in the mood for heat?
***
[This excerpt is rated R for just the beginning of unabashed sexual stimulation.]

“Stand over here, in the candlelight.”
Faith went to the spot where Danny pointed, and she stood in her Pulitzer gown for his inspection. He gained his feet, produced a thornless red vine rose from the side table, and he twisted it around the dress strap, then he returned to the bed and took in the sight of her. A rose was a gift of love, not a gift of acquaintance or friendship. The flowery fragrance enhanced her longing for him. The candlelight silvered his gray sight in a tactile way, but she always did feel his eyes when they were fixed on her.
“Do you like the gown?” she couldn’t help asking. His concentrated attention through overlong salt-and-pepper bangs caused her nipples to rise and brush against the soft cloth, quickening her for his capture.
“Very much. You look stunning in the dress, Faith,” his baritone voice murmured. His lips pressed together, revealing the tension it gave him. “The threads of the lace shimmer in the flame glow.”
Oh… Soft, flickering light seemed to cling to him instead of illuminating much else in the room. His breathing livened. His study of her lasted so long, she began to shy from his devoted gaze. “Have you had enough yet?”
“No. You aren’t enforcing a time limit, are you?”
She broke into an embarrassed smile, and his sly gaze said he enjoyed his torture of her.
“I’m divided. I want you to eat, but I want to take that dress off you.”
“Some people think they have problems.”
Rising from the bed again, he collected the covered plate and eating utensil, and set them in her hands held out before her. Then he removed the cover to present a dish in the meatball family. His smile bordering on the diabolical, he loaded the utensil and put it to her mouth. Her sharp eye on him, she accepted a flavor she’d never encountered before, savory, mysterious, delectable. So was Danny.
Stalking, he roved around until he was behind her, and he leaned, pressing his nose to her exposed neck, inhaling her freshly bathed scent as she chewed. The act carried such an animal-feel to it. The alpha-male predator had brought his chosen a meal...and he savored his upcoming reward for that.
Having already been beneath him, arrested and detained by him, she chewed quicker. Was she sweating yet? She soon would be. Oh, gawd, she already throbbed, her body programmed now and eager for his possession. Did he know he owned her? She bet he knew.
His hair danced over her bare shoulder. “You smell like delicious dinner.”
Every word he uttered with that deep voice was verbal chocolate, making her ache all the more for him. “You always have an invitation to feast upon me, Danny.”
She felt his lips thin into another secret smile against the sensitive flesh as he pressed sizzling kisses up her neck to her ear. “Every night I’ll figure out a way to put you in my bed.”
Should she tell him how easy that will be?
Weakened, she scooped up a forkful of dinner and fed him over her shoulder. He groaned his approval, and he sent his big hands to span and stroke her figure in the silky gown, a sensuous experience that blotted out everything for the moment but his contact and body heat. She would memorize a list of the things that made him groan. Hearing it launched cascades of thrill through her. His exploration slipped downward from behind her and onto her belly, pressing her against his long, hard physique and sliding downward to the heat between her thighs. She almost dropped the plate.
Mm…Danny and good food together. That was total pleasure.
Again, he commandeered the fork and sent a bite to her mouth. As she chewed, he placed a sucking kiss below her ear. Then she forgot to chew, taken by the fantastic shower of ecstasy he inflicted, and she had to remind herself again to chew. His breath on her body enticed her to a new level of want.
Another bite administered, he drew the zipper of the dress all the way down her back, and he slipped his hands into the dress, around her, and cupped her breasts.
Oh…” The rough surfaces of his palms and fingers abrading her tender flesh played with her nipples, stoking the fire.
“Take another bite.” His whispers rushed lightning through her.
Hands slid from her dress, and she turned to watch him pull his T-shirt from his torso, all iron-worked muscle, pale flesh, a thin scatter of body hair she wished to feel scrubbed against her. Again. His lion’s mane skimmed broad shoulders. His silvery sight never left her. Before, they’d made love in shadows, and she hadn’t seen him wholly nude. Just shirtless, he was beautiful, blessed with a holy kind of glamour that activated her soul.
Oh…
He fed her another bite of dinner, then he released the clip holding back her freshly dried hair, and his long, tapered fingers caught her tumbling tresses. Stirred to a corrupt snicker, he took in the scent of her hair as though it told him everything about her, as if it fed every hungry part of him.
“How can your T-shirt say you’re faster than light when you’re so torturously slow with me?”
“I know, the longer I take with you, the more you’ll moan in my ear. And I like that a lot. It’s a triumph to feel you under my power, Faith.”
That just made her moan.
He took the empty plate from her hands and set it aside on the table, then he put her in his arms. He’d said he wouldn’t let her go to Max’s without making love to her. The intent in Danny’s eye revealed his plot to ruin her freshly bathed scent.
“Are you enjoying the moment of marking me for the demons to detect?”
“Enormously. I’ll kick them in their heads if they touch you.” His demon-slaying grin gave away his entertainment. She knew he meant for Max to get that message, as well.
“This is like unwrapping the most fun present.”
She loved being explored by him, adored it, and she noticed each lithe movement of his heavenly warrior-body, marveled at how well he’d been put together for hunting criminals and hellish merchants of misery. She’d never discourage him from doing that duty. Those monsters better run and hide.
Danny wasn’t a monster. Was he?
She reached for his jeans and unbuttoned them, feeling him hard beneath the metal teeth of the zipper. He pushed the jeans to the floor for the unwelcome interference they were. Her mouth went dry at the unveiled sight of him, worthy of an artist’s sketch, all muscle, brains, instinct, skill, action.
Danny was better than perfect. He was physically superior.
But what was he on the inside? The progeny of an angel, the breed of a demon. She recalled her brief study of the heavenly races. If Danny turned out to be more angel, what would that mean? Angels did many benevolent things, but they also struck down populations with disease, disaster, and genocide. A single angel wielded the power to destroy cities, cause famine, flood a planet.
Angels were heaven’s hit men.
Danny snatched her up by the waist, capturing her, pressing her against him, and snickering over his plans for her.
Oh… She could barely wait.
***
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