Saturday, November 24, 2012
New Blog site and new website
I moved my blog over to my newly integrated website, so check out the new design, and browse my website while you're there:
http://tinawritesromance.com/blog/
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Surprise: Quinn's Undying Rose is released early!
Thanks to the hard work of my editor and my proofreaders, I'm happy to announce that Quinn's Undying Rose is out a few days early!!!
So, without much further ado, here are the links to Quinn's Undying Rose at the various retailers:
Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
It will still take a few days for the book to be live on Apple iTunes, and the paperback should be available at Amazon within about two weeks.
Once you're read Quinn's Undying Rose, I would love it if you could leave a review where you purchased the book.
Thanks a Million!
So, without much further ado, here are the links to Quinn's Undying Rose at the various retailers:
Amazon.co.uk
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
It will still take a few days for the book to be live on Apple iTunes, and the paperback should be available at Amazon within about two weeks.
Once you're read Quinn's Undying Rose, I would love it if you could leave a review where you purchased the book.
Thanks a Million!
Friday, August 17, 2012
Excerpt of Quinn's Undying Rose (Scanguards #6)
Quinn's Undying Rose will be released around September 15th, but here's a little excerpt:
Quinn slunk into the passenger seat as Oliver took the driver’s seat of the SUV and started the engine.
“Wish you could stay longer,” Oliver said as he pulled onto the unlit country lane, leaving the house behind where the inner core of Scanguards had been celebrating yet another blood-bond.
Only vampires and their mates had been invited—well, and Oliver. Not to forget a few dogs: Zane had brought Z, and Samson and Delilah had brought their baby daughter Isabelle’s little puppy too. If they weren’t careful, Scanguards would turn into a circus.
“Gotta get back to New York. Besides, what would I do here? Watch how Zane makes puppy eyes at Portia the same way his dog does?” Quinn chuckled. “Better get out of here. Whatever’s going on here might be contagious.”
The human kid next to him gave him a sideways grin—yeah, he was a kid, barely in his mid-twenties, and while Quinn too looked rather young, he carried the experience and memories of two centuries on his shoulders. Two very long and lonely centuries, despite the fact that he’d never been alone and had always surrounded himself with the hottest pieces of ass available. But being surrounded by others hadn’t chased away the emptiness in his heart. He’d felt it physically tonight. Seeing so many of his friends happily tied to their blood-bonded mates had driven reality home once more.
“Like you would ever settle down,” Oliver claimed. “Hey man, the life you’re living—that’s what I want. Women left, right, and center. You’re doing it right.”
Quinn caught his admiring look and forced his usual charming smile onto his lips. He’d perfected it over the last two hundred years, and by now, even he couldn’t tell how fake it was. If that wasn’t an accomplishment in itself!
“Hey, kiddo, I just make it look easy. Being a playboy takes a lot of work—and energy.” He winked, forcing his thoughts about his past to retreat into the dark recesses of his mind.
Oliver burst out in laughter. “Right! I don’t mind that kind of work.” He wiggled his eyebrows in Groucho Marx fashion. “And energy I’ve got plenty of.”
“The young!” Quinn rolled his eyes. “No appreciation for the art of seduction. It takes skill and cunning to coax a woman into your bed.”
“It takes money, good looks, and a big dick!”
Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, that certainly helps. But then of course that leaves you short on two things.”
Oliver turned his head away from the winding road ahead of him.
“ ‘Cause the looks you’ve got!” Quinn added.
His young colleague snorted, showing his outrage. “You haven’t seen my dick!”
“Yeah, and by the grace of God, I hope I never will.” Quinn laughed, unable to contain himself.
Oliver glared at him. “I have what it takes!”
“Whatever you say, kiddo!” His eyes started tearing, and he could barely get the words out without bursting into laughter.
“You don’t believe me? What? You think cause you’re a vampire and I’m not, I don’t have the equipment?”
Quinn shook his head. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“Well, is that it? You think you’re better at it because you’re a vampire?”
Quinn decided not to let Oliver goad him into a comparison of their two species. With a grin on his face he winked at him. “Once you’ve been at it for as long as I have, I bet you’d be even better than me. I think you’d be a natural.”
A proud sheen of excitement radiated from Oliver’s eyes. “You really think that?”
“Sure I do. I’ve seen how girls look at you.” He ruffled his dark hair, which as usual stood in all directions as if he’d just gotten out of bed. “Of course at this point they all just want to tame your wild mane. But trust me, that’s an advantage: you reel them in with your innocent, cute-boy looks, and badabing-badaboom, you’ve got them in the sack.”
Oliver grinned from ear to ear. “Yeah!”
He looked so innocent and fresh-faced, Quinn felt his heart clench for a moment. He’d been like Oliver once: full of excitement for his life ahead. Full of hope. In love. And then he’d lost it all: his life, his hope, his love.
He cleared his throat, desperately trying to push down the rising memories and reached for the first words that came to him. “You should come visit me in New York. We can hang out and pick up some babes.”
“Really?” Oliver’s voice was full of awe as if he’d just been presented with the keys to a Lamborghini. “You mean that? Man! That’s awesome!”
Quinn sighed. Now he’d unleashed something in the kid that would last at least until they reached the airport, where a private Scanguards jet was waiting to take him to New York. Better that than wallowing in his own thoughts. And maybe a visit from Oliver would be fun. Jake, who was currently holding down the fort in the New York office of Scanguards, could join them, and the three of them could go hunting.
He could teach the kid a thing or two, just for the hell of it. When he was older, he would understand that it wasn’t about how many conquests he made, but who he conquered.
“Why don’t you talk to Samson and ask him to give you a couple of weeks off? I’m sure he’ll be okay with it. Now that Zane’s all domesticated, I really have nobody else to go partying with.”
Oliver’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “You mean I’m going to be like Zane? Like I’m taking his place?”
Quinn howled. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Oliver! Nobody can be like Zane!”
“But I’m taking his place, aren’t I?” he hastened to repeat.
Quinn gave him a slap on the shoulder, secretly happy about the kid’s enthusiasm. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop needling him. “Those are big shoes to fill. You’re up for that?”
“You say when and where, and I’m your man!” Oliver proclaimed, beaming at him.
Quinn nodded, his head turning sideways, when he perceived something in the corner of his eye. His head whipped toward the dark road in front of them. Shit!
“Oliver! Watch out!” he yelled.
Oliver’s head snapped to the obstacle in front of them: in their lane, cones cordoned off equipment for road work, resting there for the night, but the flashing lights that usually accompanied such blockages weren’t flashing—they appeared dim and barely recognizable in the dark night. To the right of it there was no outlet: a wall of rock rose next to the shoulder.
“Fuck!” came from Oliver’s mouth.
“Swerve!”
Just as Oliver yanked the steering wheel to the left to avoid the excavator, the light of another car speeding toward them, blinded them. In vampire speed, Quinn jerked the wheel back to the right, just as Oliver slammed on the brakes.
The tires screeched, and the back of the car fishtailed out. Loose gravel from the construction site suddenly made the tires spin without finding purchase. The car advanced, virtually unimpeded, heading straight for the excavator. Wildly turning the unresponsive steering wheel and pressing down the brakes, Oliver tried to avoid the inevitable. With a loud thud, the car crashed into the side of the small excavator, which toppled to its side. Only now, Quinn noticed the crane next to it.
The power of the impact deployed the airbags, but the windows blew out and with horror, Quinn saw how Oliver was thrown out of the car. He hadn’t worn his seat belt.
Quinn was held back by his own seat belt, the air bag suddenly obstructing his view.
He fumbled for the release of the belt and realized that it was jammed. He forced his fingers to turn into claws, but just as he sliced through the material, he heard a snapping sound and looked around him when he perceived a movement outside the passenger window. As he whirled his head to look through it, he saw a large plate of steel, suspended from the beam of the crane, swinging toward him.
He froze in mid-movement. Shit! There was no way out of this. The steel plate would decapitate him. It was over.
His life didn’t flash before him; maybe it wasn’t that way for vampires. Only one thought filled him now. He was finally going home.
Rose.
With a last breath, he sighed.
Rose, we’ll be together again. Finally.
Then he felt the impact as the car got hit. He was knocked sideways, hitting the steering wheel to his left. All went black.
Copyright 2012 (c) Tina Folsom
“Wish you could stay longer,” Oliver said as he pulled onto the unlit country lane, leaving the house behind where the inner core of Scanguards had been celebrating yet another blood-bond.
Only vampires and their mates had been invited—well, and Oliver. Not to forget a few dogs: Zane had brought Z, and Samson and Delilah had brought their baby daughter Isabelle’s little puppy too. If they weren’t careful, Scanguards would turn into a circus.
“Gotta get back to New York. Besides, what would I do here? Watch how Zane makes puppy eyes at Portia the same way his dog does?” Quinn chuckled. “Better get out of here. Whatever’s going on here might be contagious.”
The human kid next to him gave him a sideways grin—yeah, he was a kid, barely in his mid-twenties, and while Quinn too looked rather young, he carried the experience and memories of two centuries on his shoulders. Two very long and lonely centuries, despite the fact that he’d never been alone and had always surrounded himself with the hottest pieces of ass available. But being surrounded by others hadn’t chased away the emptiness in his heart. He’d felt it physically tonight. Seeing so many of his friends happily tied to their blood-bonded mates had driven reality home once more.
“Like you would ever settle down,” Oliver claimed. “Hey man, the life you’re living—that’s what I want. Women left, right, and center. You’re doing it right.”
Quinn caught his admiring look and forced his usual charming smile onto his lips. He’d perfected it over the last two hundred years, and by now, even he couldn’t tell how fake it was. If that wasn’t an accomplishment in itself!
“Hey, kiddo, I just make it look easy. Being a playboy takes a lot of work—and energy.” He winked, forcing his thoughts about his past to retreat into the dark recesses of his mind.
Oliver burst out in laughter. “Right! I don’t mind that kind of work.” He wiggled his eyebrows in Groucho Marx fashion. “And energy I’ve got plenty of.”
“The young!” Quinn rolled his eyes. “No appreciation for the art of seduction. It takes skill and cunning to coax a woman into your bed.”
“It takes money, good looks, and a big dick!”
Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, that certainly helps. But then of course that leaves you short on two things.”
Oliver turned his head away from the winding road ahead of him.
“ ‘Cause the looks you’ve got!” Quinn added.
His young colleague snorted, showing his outrage. “You haven’t seen my dick!”
“Yeah, and by the grace of God, I hope I never will.” Quinn laughed, unable to contain himself.
Oliver glared at him. “I have what it takes!”
“Whatever you say, kiddo!” His eyes started tearing, and he could barely get the words out without bursting into laughter.
“You don’t believe me? What? You think cause you’re a vampire and I’m not, I don’t have the equipment?”
Quinn shook his head. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“Well, is that it? You think you’re better at it because you’re a vampire?”
Quinn decided not to let Oliver goad him into a comparison of their two species. With a grin on his face he winked at him. “Once you’ve been at it for as long as I have, I bet you’d be even better than me. I think you’d be a natural.”
A proud sheen of excitement radiated from Oliver’s eyes. “You really think that?”
“Sure I do. I’ve seen how girls look at you.” He ruffled his dark hair, which as usual stood in all directions as if he’d just gotten out of bed. “Of course at this point they all just want to tame your wild mane. But trust me, that’s an advantage: you reel them in with your innocent, cute-boy looks, and badabing-badaboom, you’ve got them in the sack.”
Oliver grinned from ear to ear. “Yeah!”
He looked so innocent and fresh-faced, Quinn felt his heart clench for a moment. He’d been like Oliver once: full of excitement for his life ahead. Full of hope. In love. And then he’d lost it all: his life, his hope, his love.
He cleared his throat, desperately trying to push down the rising memories and reached for the first words that came to him. “You should come visit me in New York. We can hang out and pick up some babes.”
“Really?” Oliver’s voice was full of awe as if he’d just been presented with the keys to a Lamborghini. “You mean that? Man! That’s awesome!”
Quinn sighed. Now he’d unleashed something in the kid that would last at least until they reached the airport, where a private Scanguards jet was waiting to take him to New York. Better that than wallowing in his own thoughts. And maybe a visit from Oliver would be fun. Jake, who was currently holding down the fort in the New York office of Scanguards, could join them, and the three of them could go hunting.
He could teach the kid a thing or two, just for the hell of it. When he was older, he would understand that it wasn’t about how many conquests he made, but who he conquered.
“Why don’t you talk to Samson and ask him to give you a couple of weeks off? I’m sure he’ll be okay with it. Now that Zane’s all domesticated, I really have nobody else to go partying with.”
Oliver’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “You mean I’m going to be like Zane? Like I’m taking his place?”
Quinn howled. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Oliver! Nobody can be like Zane!”
“But I’m taking his place, aren’t I?” he hastened to repeat.
Quinn gave him a slap on the shoulder, secretly happy about the kid’s enthusiasm. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop needling him. “Those are big shoes to fill. You’re up for that?”
“You say when and where, and I’m your man!” Oliver proclaimed, beaming at him.
Quinn nodded, his head turning sideways, when he perceived something in the corner of his eye. His head whipped toward the dark road in front of them. Shit!
“Oliver! Watch out!” he yelled.
Oliver’s head snapped to the obstacle in front of them: in their lane, cones cordoned off equipment for road work, resting there for the night, but the flashing lights that usually accompanied such blockages weren’t flashing—they appeared dim and barely recognizable in the dark night. To the right of it there was no outlet: a wall of rock rose next to the shoulder.
“Fuck!” came from Oliver’s mouth.
“Swerve!”
Just as Oliver yanked the steering wheel to the left to avoid the excavator, the light of another car speeding toward them, blinded them. In vampire speed, Quinn jerked the wheel back to the right, just as Oliver slammed on the brakes.
The tires screeched, and the back of the car fishtailed out. Loose gravel from the construction site suddenly made the tires spin without finding purchase. The car advanced, virtually unimpeded, heading straight for the excavator. Wildly turning the unresponsive steering wheel and pressing down the brakes, Oliver tried to avoid the inevitable. With a loud thud, the car crashed into the side of the small excavator, which toppled to its side. Only now, Quinn noticed the crane next to it.
The power of the impact deployed the airbags, but the windows blew out and with horror, Quinn saw how Oliver was thrown out of the car. He hadn’t worn his seat belt.
Quinn was held back by his own seat belt, the air bag suddenly obstructing his view.
He fumbled for the release of the belt and realized that it was jammed. He forced his fingers to turn into claws, but just as he sliced through the material, he heard a snapping sound and looked around him when he perceived a movement outside the passenger window. As he whirled his head to look through it, he saw a large plate of steel, suspended from the beam of the crane, swinging toward him.
He froze in mid-movement. Shit! There was no way out of this. The steel plate would decapitate him. It was over.
His life didn’t flash before him; maybe it wasn’t that way for vampires. Only one thought filled him now. He was finally going home.
Rose.
With a last breath, he sighed.
Rose, we’ll be together again. Finally.
Then he felt the impact as the car got hit. He was knocked sideways, hitting the steering wheel to his left. All went black.
Copyright 2012 (c) Tina Folsom
Friday, June 22, 2012
Paperback Giveaway - various romance authors (ALL BOOKS GONE NOW)
Since I rarely keep books due to shelf space issues (and since I have many of them on my ereader anyway), I am giving away a few paperbacks I have read already.
First come, first served: simply leave a comment on the post on my blog (not on the goodreads site please, since I won't see that in time), and say which book you want. I will confirm by comment on the post whether you were the first to claim the book.
Then email me at tina@tinawritesromance.com with your mailing address and the book title again.
US Addresses only please - I'll pay the postage.
So, here's the list:
Tina
First come, first served: simply leave a comment on the post on my blog (not on the goodreads site please, since I won't see that in time), and say which book you want. I will confirm by comment on the post whether you were the first to claim the book.
Then email me at tina@tinawritesromance.com with your mailing address and the book title again.
US Addresses only please - I'll pay the postage.
So, here's the list:
- Heiress in Love by Christina Brooke (signed by author)
- All Night with a Rogue by Alexandra Hawkins
- Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas (signed by author)
- Wicked Seduction by Jade Lee (signed by author)
- A Pirate's Possession by Michelle Beattie (signed by author)
- A Knight well spent by Jackie Ivie (signed by author)
- His Darkest Hunger by Juliana Stone (signed by author)
- Temptation of the Warrior by Margo Maguire
Tina
Friday, May 18, 2012
Sex Scene Saturday: Amaury and Nina
Update: the Winner is Dee!
Sex Scene Excerpt of Amaury's Hellion (Scanguards Vampires #2):
Sex Scene Excerpt of Amaury's Hellion (Scanguards Vampires #2):
“Careful, Nina. You don’t want to piss me off even more,”
he warned, his voice tight. “I’m telling you one last time: strip.”
His command made Nina shiver. She hadn’t imagined this
would happen, at least not this way, not here, not with him being so angry.
Least of all had she imagined that it would turn her on like it did. Just the
way she felt unprepared for the shame and guilt that flooded her. What kind of
woman was she that she felt aroused by a man commanding her to strip? Had she
no self-respect left? Or was it proof that her sexual history had tainted the
way she saw sex, that anything twisted, anything violent was the norm for her?
With shaking fingers she tried to open the top button of
her jeans, but failed. A second later she felt his warm hands on hers,
assisting her. The button sprung open.
“Pull the zipper down.” His hot breath teased her neck.
“Slowly.”
She did as he asked, unable to fight him or herself.
“Now, push them over your hips.” Was his voice getting
hoarse?
“Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded with him, making one
last attempt to stop him.
His lips grazed her neck, then nibbled at her earlobe.
“You’ll have to learn this lesson. Do it.”
A few moments later, she’d stripped out of her jeans. She
felt naked in her small panties. Amaury’s thighs brushed against hers. Strong,
powerful muscles.
“Do you remember what you did to me last night?”
“Yes.” Her throat was dry. She remembered all too well.
“No, you don’t. You’ve never felt as frustrated as I did
last night. May I demonstrate?” He didn’t wait for her permission.
His hand stroked her hip before he slipped it between her
legs, touching her through the fabric of her panties. She sighed involuntarily.
His touch wasn’t rough as she’d expected, but gentle, teasing. Had he not come
to punish her after all?
“I was so fucking hard for you last night,” he continued
whispering into her ear while his finger ran along her folds. “I was in agony with
wanting to be inside you.”
Her breath hitched at the thought of it. He wanted her—he
still wanted her. The thought elated her.
Amaury’s hand drew up and briefly slipped over her clit,
before he let it slide into her panties. Nina held her breath as he traveled
through her curly mound of hair, then stroked lower. The heat shooting through
her core made her exhale sharply. When his finger touched her naked sex, she
realized she was wet and yearning to be taken by him.
“I wanted my cock in you last night. To fill you, again and
again. I wanted to eat your pussy and make you come with my mouth.”
The images he was projecting together with his probing
finger at her core, made her break out in an instant hot flash. His mouth
nipped at her earlobe, not helping either. Instead of trying to stop him, she
tilted her pelvis toward his hand. This was madness. But she didn’t care. He
was different from other men. He hadn’t come back to hurt her, he’d come to
give her pleasure.
“I wondered what you would taste like,” he said and dipped
his finger into her. Her hips bucked toward him, wanting more, but Amaury
instantly pulled out and away from her. She looked up at him and saw how his
finger came to his lips, and how he sucked it into his mouth, licking it clean.
“Delicious.”
Nina gasped and felt her knees buckle. He was seducing her,
plain and simple, and she had no defenses. They had all crumbled, and she
hadn’t even seen it happen.
“Amaury, please …” She had no idea what she wanted to ask
him or tell him. Her brain was mush. His scent was all around her, enveloping
her in a cocoon of desire.
Maybe he had understood what she was unable to tell him,
because his hand came back, and again he slipped it into her panties. He
penetrated her once more, then withdrew instantly and pulled his finger up and
over her clit, circling it slowly.
“And I was wondering what it would feel like if you came
for me, if your muscles clenched around my cock, milking me, making me spill
inside you.” Amaury spoke slowly, his voice husky and calm at the same time. This
was not the voice of an angry man. He wasn’t hurting her with his touch.
Instead he was tempting her to surrender to him.
Her hand had a mind of its own as it suddenly reached for
him, finding his swollen shaft hidden behind the fabric of his pants. She felt
how hard he was for her. Before she could enjoy the heat under her palm, he
gripped her hand and pulled it away.
“No touching. Tonight, I get to touch you, not the other
way around.”
Nina looked into his eyes and was drawn into the blue of
them, their depth, their beauty. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him,
touch him, feel him inside her.
“Kiss me.”
He shook his head and went back to his task of touching
her. His thumb stroked over her center of pleasure, first very lightly, almost
as if by accident. But she knew nothing he did was an accident. While his lips
kissed alongside her neck, a neck she offered him without fear he would bite,
his finger slipped into her tight sheath. Slowly and steadily he drove deep,
then withdrew. Every time he plunged deeper she tried to hold onto his finger
by tightening her muscles, but every time he withdrew, leaving her wanting.
“More.” She didn’t care that she begged. She was beyond
foolish pride.
“So you like that?” His voice hummed against the dent at
the base of her neck. “Tell me what you want.”
She moistened her dry lips. Finally he’d give her what she
needed. “More.”
“More of what?” Amaury withdrew his finger completely.
“Please. More. More fingers. Deeper.” She was unable to
form a coherent sentence. All she could think of was the pleasure he gave her
with his touch.
“Like this?” He drove two fingers into her channel.
Nina bucked against him. “Oh, yes!” Her muscles pulsated
around him as she tried to stop him from withdrawing. But she couldn’t prevent
him from his intent to leave her bereft.
“How about your clit? Do you want me to touch it?” His hand
hovered and she tilted her pelvis toward him. But he pulled back. “You have to
ask for it.”
“Amaury, please, touch me.” She would say anything to have
his touch back, to have him finish what he’d started.
He didn’t make it easy. “Where?”
“Touch my clit.” Her breath was ragged, her voice low.
A second later, Nina felt his thumb stroke her where she
needed it most. She leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing in his male
scent. She needed this man, this vampire. There was no reason to deny it. He
awoke everything female in her. When she was near him she felt like a bitch in
heat. She was disgusted with herself for her weakness, but she couldn’t fight
against it any longer.
Amaury knew exactly how to touch her, how to create all
those delicious sensations in her body that rendered her nearly delirious with
pleasure. Without a doubt she wanted him, couldn’t wait to feel his strong body
claim her, brand her. And she knew it was how it would be: a fierce claiming, a
powerful possession. Because he had the power over her body to make her
surrender to him.
And surrender she would, not caring what he would do once
she did, as long as his body was there to soothe her need, to fill that gaping
void, to quell her thirst for more.
“Make love to me,” she heard her own voice beg.
About the book:
Vampire Amaury LeSang is cursed to feel everybody's emotions like a
permanent migraine. The only way to alleviate the pain is through sex.
When he meets the feisty human woman Nina, a cure for his ailment seems
within reach: in her presence all pain vanishes.
Unfortunately, Nina is out to kill him because she believes he's involved in her brother's death. And she would succeed if only Amaury's bad boy charm didn't play havoc with her hormones and catapulted her into his arms and his bed every time she was near him.
As every kiss brings them physically closer, danger is lurking and threatens to destroy the little trust they have in each other.
Unfortunately, Nina is out to kill him because she believes he's involved in her brother's death. And she would succeed if only Amaury's bad boy charm didn't play havoc with her hormones and catapulted her into his arms and his bed every time she was near him.
As every kiss brings them physically closer, danger is lurking and threatens to destroy the little trust they have in each other.
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Sex Scene Saturday: Aiden & Leila
Update: the winner is Kim H. ! Congratulations!
Sex Scene Excerpt of Edge of Passion:
Sex Scene Excerpt of Edge of Passion:
“So that’s what this is
about: you hate me because I’m human, because I’m not as strong as she was.”
He pressed her harder against
the wall, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh.
“I told you to keep Julia out
of this. This is about you deceiving me.”
She was beyond fear now.
Whatever he did to her, it didn’t matter anymore, but she wouldn’t go down
without a fight. “Do you think she’d be happy knowing what you’re doing to
yourself? How you keep blaming yourself day after day?”
A flash of pain sparked in
his eyes, but a second later, he had himself under control again.
“You don’t know anything
about me!”
Leila shook her head,
remembering the glimpse of his soul she’d seen the night they’d made love. She
understood him better than he thought. “I wish I didn’t. You know why? Because
then I could just walk away and not care. But you’ve shown me too much of
yourself. I can’t pretend not to feel your pain. I can’t pretend not to want to
help you.”
“Help me?” He stared at her
with incredulity. “You’re the one who’s in need of help, not I! I’m not the one
the demons are after, I’m not the one who’s got a price on her head. And you
want to help me? Get real, Dr. Cruickshank!”
“I’m so sorry,” she
whispered, unable to yell any longer. “I wish I could make it all undone,
Julia’s death, your hatred for humans, us meeting ...” She closed her
eyes. Would she really want to wipe any memories of her time with Aiden from
her mind if she could? It took only a second for her heart to find the answer.
“No. I take that back. Us meeting, I wouldn’t undo that.”
When she opened her eyes, she
collided with his heated gaze.
“God damn it!” he cursed and
sank his lips onto hers.
She felt his anger in the way
he kissed her, rough, hard, as if he wanted to punish her for what she’d said.
His hands let go of her
shoulders, then went down to her jeans. He dug them into the waistband, but
instead of simply opening the button and lowering the zipper, he tore at the
fabric and shredded it like it was paper, making her aware that he could tear
her body just as easily if he wished.
She gasped into his mouth,
both shocked and excited at the same time. Cool air wafted against her naked
skin before his hot hand was between her legs, sliding over her sex, just as he
ripped his mouth from hers.
“I tell you how you can help
me,” he bit out. “By spreading your legs for me.”
His eyes still held some of
the anger in them that she’d seen there earlier, but now they were glazed with
lust and desire, and she knew instinctively that he wouldn’t hurt her.
Without giving it a second
thought, she unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper and pushed his jeans down
to his thighs. Before she could do any more, he lifted her, spreading her legs
wide.
Without a word, he plunged
into her, his cock harder than ever.
***
As he thrust into her wet
heat, Aiden knew what he needed now was to show her that he couldn’t be played
with. He had to make it clear to her that she would be punished if she ever
hurt him again.
When he looked at her face,
he saw how she’d leaned her head back against the wall, her lips parted, her
eyes half closed.
“More,” Leila panted.
She showed no sign of
distress despite his rough handling of her. On the contrary. Her legs wrapped
around his waist, urging him on to fuck her harder, to go deeper, to take more
of her.
Unable to resist, he took her
lips again, this time with more passion and less anger. Gods, she tasted good—so
good he couldn’t imagine ever giving this up, ever giving her up. Despite
everything, despite the fact that she was human, she’d held her own when
confronted with his fury. She hadn’t backed down, just as she didn’t flinch now
as he drove even harder into her.
“I need you,” he mumbled
against her lips before he delved his tongue back into her, thrusting it in the
same rhythm as his cock.
He wasn’t lying this time: he
needed her. She gave him the strength not only to face the demons that were
after her, but his own personal demons, the ones that had been haunting him
since Julia’s death.
Breathing hard, Aiden
released her lips and trailed hot kisses along her neck.
“I want you, Aiden, I want
you so much,” she let out, and it sounded like a sob.
He looked back at her eyes
and saw a multitude of emotions brimming there. “You have me, baby,” he
whispered back and gently captured her lips, stroking his tongue over them.
When she sighed contently,
his entire body filled with a newfound sense of strength. His balls tightened
at the same moment, and he felt his orgasm overwhelm him. Unable to hold it
back, he brought his hand between them and rubbed against her clit as he drove
into her one last time. As his knees nearly buckled, waves of pleasure crashing
over him, he wasn’t sure where his orgasm ended and hers began.
Breathing hard, his heart
racing, he leaned his forehead against hers. “No more lies. I need the truth
now.”
About the book:
Able to render themselves invisible, immortal Cloak Warriors like Aiden
have been protecting humans from the dark power of the Demons of Fear
for centuries. But the demons might soon have a powerful tool in their
hands to seduce humans to the dark side. And the person to provide them
with this elixir is the human scientist Leila. Unbeknownst to her, the
drug she's developing to cure Alzheimer's Disease has the unexpected
side effect of weakening the mind's resistance to the influence of
demons.
The Council of Cloak Warriors is divided, some of them believing the only safe way to eradicate this threat is to eliminate its inventor; others are bent on protecting the human scientist. Aiden is a loyal Cloak Warrior who accepts the assignment to protect her, despite his own beliefs that humans can't be trusted. However, when her life is endangered, his beliefs shift, and he's drawn into a battle whose participants are unknown: is he fighting the demons or his fellow Cloak Warriors?
Forbidden desire flares between Aiden and Leila as they are forced to rely on the only people they can trust: each other. And even if he can save her and defeat their enemies, a union between them might be the most dangerous undertaking of all.
The Council of Cloak Warriors is divided, some of them believing the only safe way to eradicate this threat is to eliminate its inventor; others are bent on protecting the human scientist. Aiden is a loyal Cloak Warrior who accepts the assignment to protect her, despite his own beliefs that humans can't be trusted. However, when her life is endangered, his beliefs shift, and he's drawn into a battle whose participants are unknown: is he fighting the demons or his fellow Cloak Warriors?
Forbidden desire flares between Aiden and Leila as they are forced to rely on the only people they can trust: each other. And even if he can save her and defeat their enemies, a union between them might be the most dangerous undertaking of all.
Comment and Win:
Leave a comment with your email address and you will be entered to win an e-copy of Edge of Passion. Open Internationally. Contest closes on Wednesday, May 16.
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Monday, April 23, 2012
Spring Fling Blog Hop - Giveaway!
Update: and the WINNER is: burbanette
Congratulations!
What's to win on this blog?
If you are in the US, you can win an autographed paperback copy of Edge of Passion (Cloak Warriors #1), and if you're an international entrant, you can win an e-copy of the same book.
All you need to do is to leave a comment with your email address, and write US or International in the comment. The winner will be drawn on April 28 - and the paperback will be mailed after May 9th (since I'm currently traveling in Europe).
Enjoy,
Tina
Able to render themselves invisible, immortal Cloak Warriors like Aiden have been protecting humans from the dark power of the Demons of Fear for centuries. But the demons might soon have a powerful tool in their hands to seduce humans to the dark side. And the person to provide them with this elixir is the human scientist Leila. Unbeknownst to her, the drug she's developing to cure Alzheimer's Disease has the unexpected side effect of weakening the mind's resistance to the influence of demons.
The Council of Cloak Warriors is divided, some of them believing the only safe way to eradicate this threat is to eliminate its inventor; others are bent on protecting the human scientist. Aiden is a loyal Cloak Warrior who accepts the assignment to protect her, despite his own beliefs that humans can't be trusted. However, when her life is endangered, his beliefs shift, and he's drawn into a battle whose participants are unknown: is he fighting the demons or his fellow Cloak Warriors?
Forbidden desire flares between Aiden and Leila as they are forced to rely on the only people they can trust: each other. And even if he can save her and defeat their enemies, a union between them might be the most dangerous undertaking of all.
Any fan of J.R. Ward, Kresley Cole, and Lara Adrian will love Edge of Passion!
Congratulations!
What's to win on this blog?
If you are in the US, you can win an autographed paperback copy of Edge of Passion (Cloak Warriors #1), and if you're an international entrant, you can win an e-copy of the same book.
All you need to do is to leave a comment with your email address, and write US or International in the comment. The winner will be drawn on April 28 - and the paperback will be mailed after May 9th (since I'm currently traveling in Europe).
Enjoy,
Tina
Review
... up there
with the likes of J.R. Ward and Lara Adrian ... - Book Devotee Reviews
... Just perfect. I can not wait till the next Cloak Warriors installment comes out!! - Bitten By Love Reviews
... Awesome new series & so different than anything I've read in a while... - Goodreads
USA Today called Tina Folsom an e-book rock star!
... Just perfect. I can not wait till the next Cloak Warriors installment comes out!! - Bitten By Love Reviews
... Awesome new series & so different than anything I've read in a while... - Goodreads
USA Today called Tina Folsom an e-book rock star!
Product Description
From the International Bestselling Author of the Scanguards Series:Able to render themselves invisible, immortal Cloak Warriors like Aiden have been protecting humans from the dark power of the Demons of Fear for centuries. But the demons might soon have a powerful tool in their hands to seduce humans to the dark side. And the person to provide them with this elixir is the human scientist Leila. Unbeknownst to her, the drug she's developing to cure Alzheimer's Disease has the unexpected side effect of weakening the mind's resistance to the influence of demons.
The Council of Cloak Warriors is divided, some of them believing the only safe way to eradicate this threat is to eliminate its inventor; others are bent on protecting the human scientist. Aiden is a loyal Cloak Warrior who accepts the assignment to protect her, despite his own beliefs that humans can't be trusted. However, when her life is endangered, his beliefs shift, and he's drawn into a battle whose participants are unknown: is he fighting the demons or his fellow Cloak Warriors?
Forbidden desire flares between Aiden and Leila as they are forced to rely on the only people they can trust: each other. And even if he can save her and defeat their enemies, a union between them might be the most dangerous undertaking of all.
Any fan of J.R. Ward, Kresley Cole, and Lara Adrian will love Edge of Passion!
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