Book Spotlight + Excerpt: Saving Attractions by Rebecca Airies

Adalyn Jameson fears she and her trade ship crewmates will die on the uninhabited planet where they’ve been stranded by pirates. Before panic sets in, Zarain shifters arrive to help them. Ada does not fight her intense attraction to one of the brawny shifters. A short, sizzling affair with this man is the perfect way to occupy her time before she goes back to normal life.

Jagger Antein thought babysitting a stranded crew until they could be evacuated from the planet would be an easy assignment. He never expected to find his mate among those he rescued. Now that he has, he’ll seduce her and keep her close before he claims her. When members of the crew are attacked again, he’ll have to discover who’s behind it and what they’re after if he hopes to keep his mate safe.

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Excerpt

“What do you want, Ada?” Jagger tried not to pull her closer, but his hand continued stroking her back. He’d have loved to make the touch more intimate, but he didn’t want her to say he’d coerced her with sex. Not when she was so close to making the decision on her own. Then he’d show her that she belonged with him.

“I don’t like you.” One of her hands clenched on his shirt, but the other smoothed over skin just above his pants.

He grinned at that blatant lie. She more than liked him. He could feel the intensity of her emotions but couldn’t read her thoughts. Not that he’d ever be able to truly do that. He’d be able to pick up focused thoughts when she learned to send to him or the very strong thoughts when she was agitated.

She didn’t like that everything wasn’t her choice. He’d had a few thoughts about that of his own and he’d expected to automatically be drawn to his mate. For someone who hadn’t expected it, it would take time to get accustomed to the idea even if they could feel the attraction.

“Tell me what you need.” He let her other hand go and cupped her cheek. Her muscles had relaxed and most of the scent of anger had dissipated. Through their connection, he could feel a little frustration, confusion and anger, but more arousal.

“You know I want you. You said you could smell it.” Her eyes narrowed on him.

And her scent was driving him insane with the desire to fuck her, take her and make sure she realized that she was his woman. He was going to make her face facts now. He stepped close to her and hooking a foot behind her ankle, took them both down to the blanket.

“I can and I’m going to taste it as well. You’re going to admit you’re my mate, Ada, over and over again.” He braced himself over her and looked down at her.

Her curly red hair fanned around her head on the blanket. A pink tint highlighted her cheekbones and her brown eyes seemed to glow. She was gorgeous. He lowered his head and nipped at her full lips. He wanted to strip off her clothes and drive his cock deep into her pussy, but he needed to hear those words even more.

As he moved down her body, he realized he should have stripped her clothes off before he took her to the blanket. Too late for that now. He backed away, just enough so that he could tug her into a sitting position. She frowned at him, confused. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it up without a word. She lifted her arms to let him draw the shirt over her head. He dropped it to the ground and pressed her back to the blanket.

“My woman. My mate.” He nibbled his way down her neck. The lure of the reddened nipples drew him.

He’d get her out of her pants and shoes a little later. First, he wanted to give some attention to those hardened peaks. Her hands stroked his shoulders. He lifted his head. He wasn’t going to let her distract him. He gripped her hands and pressed them down beside her hips.

“Keep them there.” He gave a slight squeeze on her wrists before he released them.

He returned his attention to the plump mounds with the darkened peaks. He licked his way up the creamy white skin. Her breath hitched as he swirled his tongue around the stiff peaks. The taste of her skin lured him back just as the deepening scent of her arousal urged him to do more.

He rubbed his lips over the peaks, lightly brushing them, not taking them in his mouth as he wanted. As he knew she wished he’d do. Her back arched, lifting her nipples against his mouth in silent urging.

He swiped his tongue over the right bud. She moaned. He smiled. He loved her reactions. Blowing a puff of air over the moistened peak, he set out to make her even wilder than she was now. He wanted her desperate. After what happened yesterday and her insistence that she couldn’t be his mate, he was aching to claim her.

“Jagger, damn you, suck my breast or stop playing around!” Her voice cracked as he trailed his tongue over the peak again.

He looked up at her and found her glaring down at him. Judging by that searing glance and the scent of her arousal, she was heating nicely. He was pleased that her hands hadn’t lifted from the blanket. “In time.”

He returned to his ministrations at her breast. Dragging his tongue over the stiff peak, he tormented her nipple. She moaned and arched, but her hands remained clenched on the blanket. Her body shivered when he finally put his mouth over her hardened nub. He drew on it hard before scraping his teeth over it and drawing back. He moved to the other side and treated it to the same slow torment.

She was trembling when he began to move down her body. As he did, he gripped the waistband of her pants and began to pull them down. He wanted to see and taste her sweet pussy and this was in the way. In any other circumstances, he would have ripped the garment off her, but she didn’t have anything else to wear back to camp.

“Jagger.” Her hips lifted and her thighs parted.

The inviting move sent more blood racing straight to his cock but didn’t help him get the last of her clothes off. He tugged off her shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. After he pulled her pants and underwear off, he stared down at her curvy, long legs. They parted, giving him a glimpse of her pussy. The lips glistened with her juices.

He moved up between them and swiped his tongue over the plump folds. Her hips wriggled. He gripped her hip with one hand as ran his tongue between the folds. Her taste and her scent flooded his senses and he wanted more. He wanted to feel her climax beneath his tongue and then to experience the ripple of her pussy over his cock as he fucked her. Mates. He had to remind himself that he needed to hear her say the words. She’d believe it and know that she was his.

About the Author

Rebecca Airies writes fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi romance. She’s been a dreamer all of her life. She loves getting lost in the lives of her characters and learning about them. In her free time, you might find her reading, writing (Yes, she write in her free time, too—bad poetry, flash fiction and you never know when the muse will strike), gardening, listening to music and spending time with family and friends.  A native Texan, she was raised in small town, but now lives in Abilene. Rebecca would love to hear from you, visit her website and drop her a note. You can find her books at Ellora’s Cave. Www.ellorascave.com

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Turns out there is some residual energy in me… #OurSexyYear

293a6-headerforlynn_sexysaturdayIt’s a celebration on this My Sexy Saturday, which has been going strong for a year now! This week I’m sharing a snippet from To Growl or to Groan, book 2 in the Hidden Lines series. It’s currently available as an ebook for only $3.99. Book 1 is still on sale for 99 cents.

He wastes no time taking care of me in another way since we’ve been waiting long enough on the train and then the taxi ride here, not to mention the time it took to check in. I’m so ready I can practically feel myself orgasming just from his touch.

When he runs his tongue up my slit and over my clit, I shudder and jerk up so hard most of my back loses contact with the bed. He’s going to fucking kill me with his tongue. That’s all it will take. Not that I’m complaining—at all.

His tongue continues its work with renewed vigor, laving my clit until I’m one tightly wound nerve centered under his tongue. Nothing else is reality but the connection happening at my core. I rise higher and higher toward the pinnacle where I will explode.

Then he adds a finger, two, and my screams are deafening. The profanity flies freely from my mouth so fast it’s impossible to understand what I’m saying. Not that I care.

He pulls back and I melt into the bed, my eyes closed, my body a pile of useless muscles. I’m sure I have no energy left in me. Not even an ounce.

He slides his body up mine, leaving a trail of wet kisses and a tingling warmth in the wake of his sensuous mouth and hands. His touch sparks me to life, my body writhing of its own accord, my hips rising to increase contact with his body.

Turns out there is some residual energy in me. My tongue traces a path from behind his ear to his shoulder, where I lightly nip him. His taste is exquisite, a blend of man and spice. He moans under my touch. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. Any space is too much.

She’s unready to face her past, but she may have no choice.

It may be her best friend who gets surprisingly accurate hunches about the future, but Chloe just  knows something big –and bad—is about to happen. She telepathically communicates with animals and shape-shifters, but her growing psychic abilities are beginning to scare her. She suspects her mother also had abilities, and when those powers grew beyond her control, she left her daughter and husband when Chloe was only ten.

Despite her worries, she won’t let anything interrupt her trip to Scotland to meet her shape-shifter boyfriend’s family. Meeting Jorge’s close-knit family and spending the Holidays with them is worry enough!

When his sister goes missing, her disappearance is linked to a shadowy organization that knows exactly how to hide her from her shape-shifting relatives’ tracking ability. What they don’t count on is Chloe’s psychic gift.

In the rush to find Jorge’s sister, Chloe loses control of her ability and accidentally harms an animal’s psyche. Ridden with guilt, she’s afraid her ability just might destroy her relationship with Jorge. She isn’t ready to find her mother and face her past, but she may not have a choice if she wants to ensure she never harms anyone again.

What readers are saying about To Growl or to Groan:

4* from Sizzling Hot Books: “If you like shapeshifters, some sexy romance, and a good mystery as well then I would definitely recommend To Growl Or To Groan.”

“I enjoyed reading more in this book about Chloe’s exploration of her abilities and past as well as her HOT relationship with Jorge. I will be looking for more from this author for sure. This book is a light and fun read with adventure, passion and a few unexpected twists and turns. Highly recommend reading this book.”

“I liked the twist with the shifter and non-shifter relationships in this book. It made it refreshing to read. I thought Katya Armock did a great job with the storyline and I was kept interested from the very beginning.”

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Something’s wrong… #MSS49

This week’s My Sexy Saturday focuses on heroines. This snippet is from To Hiss or to Kiss, book 1 of the Hidden Lines series. It’s currently on sale for 99 cents. All three books of Chloe and Jorge’s story are now available.

I remember the day I knew my dad had resigned himself to the fact that my mother wasn’t coming back. It was about two years after she left. There was an open house at my school to kick off the new year. I had a teacher who was new to the district, and she was introducing herself to all the parents. When she got to my dad, she asked if she’d also be meeting my mother. My father paled but managed to answer with a shaky no.

The teacher tried to cover her gaffe, but being forced to say out loud that my mother wasn’t in our lives was a turning point for my dad. After that, he became a ghost. He always took care of my physical needs. I was never hungry or denied rides to extracurricular activities. He came to all my tennis matches. But he was never really there.

When I finally fall asleep, I dream my mother is trying to smother me with a pillow. My dad watches, eyes forlorn.

I awake with a start. My first thought is that I wish Jorge would have come crashing into my dream to save me. I glance over at his sleeping form. His T-shirt is twisted, revealing the shadows of his rippling abs in the moonlight.

With tentative hands, I reach out and lightly stroke his bare skin. He shudders at my touch, and I start to recoil.

His hand moves lightning quick to stop me, and I look up into his penetrating green eyes.

“You OK?” He is surprisingly alert for just having woken. Then again, cats do wake up pretty fast if they think something’s wrong.

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An old family tradition #MSS48

Today for My Sexy Saturday, I’m going back to book 1 of my Hidden Lines series, To Hiss or to Kiss. This is where Chloe and Jorge’s story began.

“I want to revive an old tradition from my family for our dinner. I’ll buy a bagful of ingredients, and you have to work them all into the meal. No planning ahead.”

“I have to do that and meet your best friend, who sounds a little scary-protective based on what you’ve told me, at the same time? You ask a lot, my dear.” He puts his hand over his heart as if he’ll faint, but the slight smile on his lips tells me he’s being overly dramatic.

“Like you can talk about being scary protective. You and Naomi should get along just fine on that count. And yes, that’s the deal.”

Want More? I’ll be sharing snippets all day on the 28th over at the TRS Release Party.

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Cover Reveal: To Snarl or to Snuggle by Katya Armock

Check out the cover for my next release, To Snarl or to Snuggle. It is book three of my Hidden Lines series and concludes the trilogy that follows Chloe and Jorge on their journey to their happily ever after.

She just wants to make it through her whirlwind wedding. Too bad life isn’t cooperating.

Chloe thinks her life is just about perfect. She’s finally got her psychic abilities under control, her relationship with her father has never been better, and she’s finally marrying her shape-shifter boyfriend Jorge. But when a teenage shape-shifter in need of help leads Jorge’s rival to their door, Chloe’s perfect life deserts her. Chloe’s mother and grandmother find themselves in a psychic feud that leaves Chloe caught in the wake, and a woman with suspect motives insinuates herself into Chloe’s life. Throw in a shocking revelation about the origins of her family’s extrasensory abilities, and she’s not sure she’ll make it down the aisle in one piece, let alone live long enough for a happily ever after…

And she thought meeting her in-laws was tough.

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Book 1 on SALE for 99 cents!

Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?

Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.

Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…

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