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Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Thursday, 29 October 2009
New Release! Real Men Have Fangs by DCL's Paranormal Romance Novels Author Susan Blexrud
“Mad? I’m furious!” Lauren huffed as only a vampire can, expelling a hint of purple-tinged haze into the front seat of John’s Cadillac.“Can’t you put the freaking Mafia off until the baby’s born?”
If John’s eyebrows arched any higher, they’d bump the roof. “I detect a trace of venom in your sweet breath, my love.”
“A trace? It’ll probably corrode the dashboard.” Lauren angled her body to the door, where a subsequent puff fogged the window with violet iridescence. “And you’re avoiding my question.” She tapped her foot on the zebra-patterned floor mat. “You just passed the Florida Bar exam, for Pete’s sake. Did your first client have to be the most dangerous man in Orlando?”
The air in the car was so thick with Lauren’s disapproval; John had to fan the space between them to squint at her. “Honey, I’ve had far more dangerous adversaries in my 500 years. He’s only human, after all.”
“Are you kidding? He has an army of contacts—all over the globe.” Lauren shook her head, rolled down the window and waved out some of the haze. “You think you’re safe because he doesn’t know you’re a vampire, but what if he finds out?” She looked back at John. “He’ll load his gun with silver bullets faster than you can say ‘Dracula.’”
“Lauren, I’ll be fine, and I would never put you and our baby in harm’s way.”
John reached over to touch Lauren’s tummy, which had recently blossomed with roundness.
“I am so not happy about this.” Lauren folded her arms over her bulge and chewed on her top lip. She continued to stew for a minute, building up her next head of steam. “What if he captures you and wraps you up in silver chains? Lots of help I’d be. I can’t even morph to bat form in my present condition.”
John ran a hand over Lauren’s hair. “You have to trust me.” He veered onto the entrance ramp for Interstate 4 and merged between two cars that were barely a Volkswagen length apart, let alone a Cadillac. Lauren gasped as both startled drivers laid on their horns, but John ignored them and continued to weave through the heavy traffic, creating spaces that humans couldn’t fathom.
Lauren squeezed her eyes shut. “I know I encouraged you to get your driver’s license, but reckless driving can get you a whopping fine and possible suspension.”
John laughed and then touched Lauren’s cheek. “Don’t worry; the Orlando Police are in my debt. They won’t ticket me.” John exited Interstate 4 at the Altamonte ramp and deftly wound his way through residential neighborhoods. Careening around the final curve on Palmer Avenue, he slowed just before he reached their street, Bonita Place.
“Why don’t you leave the car there?” She pointed to the circular driveway in front of their large Victorian home.
“Don’t you think I can fit it in the garage?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “Not without a crowbar. It’s a Goodwill warehouse in there. Until I get rid of the stuff from my house, there’s no room.”
John hit the button for the garage opener, and in a matter of seconds, wedged the big car between Lauren’s floral sofa and her two overstuffed chairs. “Voila!”
Lauren blew her bangs out of her eyes. “That’s the final driving lesson for you, Bubba. Next stop, NASCAR.”
“That would be fun.” John laughed. “Do you think I could drive the Viagra car?”
“Considering that’s the last drug you’d need, it’s a good cover. But I know my NASCAR, and Viagra isn’t a sponsor this year. Maybe you could drive the Prilosec car.” She couldn’t help but smile.
“For heartburn? Don’t think so.” John reached over and unbuckled Lauren’s seat belt. “The only heartburn I have is the pain of you being angry with me.” He gave her that gorgeous lopsided smile, the one he’d held in abeyance for 500 years, until he met her.
She opened her car door and swung her legs to the garage floor. Turning to look at John across the black hood, she sighed. There he stood, the sexiest, most handsome man in the universe, looking back at her with those violet eyes. He ran his tongue across his top lip. Oh, Lordy. “Sometimes you make me crazy, but I’ll love you forever, John.”
He rounded the car at vampire speed to sweep her into his arms.
“Consider this a reprieve,” Lauren said, “but only for as long as it takes me to have an orgasm.” She batted her eyelashes playfully.
“In that case, I shall take my time.” He pressed her against the door of the car and wedged his thigh between her legs.
“Squeeze,” she commanded, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.
“Oh, I’ll do better than that.” He pulled up her tank top and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily.
As desire gripped her core, she reached to free his penis from his jeans. “Now.”
“No, I told you. I’m taking my bloody time.” He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the house.
Crackling with electricity from head to toe, she squealed when he kicked the back door open. “If you’re as anxious as I am, let’s christen the kitchen,” she said.
“Only if you promise not to dispel that purple haze, again. You’ll kill the African violets.”
“I promise,” she said.
He plunked her down, albeit gently, on the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs under her handkerchief skirt, he played in her juices for a while, and then he took her chin in his hand as he plunged into her depths with his cock. “Nothing,” he said, “nothing in the world comes close to this.”
She moved against him hungrily, but he pulled back. “Not so fast,” he said, withdrawing his penis. “Let’s give each room its due.”
Lauren’s sexual frustration mounted as John teased her nipples through the butler’s pantry, licked her clit on the living room couch, and bent her over the foyer banister to enter her briefly from behind. By the time they reached their bedroom, she was frantic with pent up desire.
“Tonight, I say when.” He carried her to the bed and then moved away from her to the Palladian window. He stood in profile, his erection prominent in the diffused light of the moon.
She swallowed hard, waiting. After a few agonizing moments, he turned to her.
“You have to trust me, Lauren. In everything.” He moved slowly to the bed and eased his hand up the inside of her thigh. “When.”* * *
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If John’s eyebrows arched any higher, they’d bump the roof. “I detect a trace of venom in your sweet breath, my love.”
“A trace? It’ll probably corrode the dashboard.” Lauren angled her body to the door, where a subsequent puff fogged the window with violet iridescence. “And you’re avoiding my question.” She tapped her foot on the zebra-patterned floor mat. “You just passed the Florida Bar exam, for Pete’s sake. Did your first client have to be the most dangerous man in Orlando?”
The air in the car was so thick with Lauren’s disapproval; John had to fan the space between them to squint at her. “Honey, I’ve had far more dangerous adversaries in my 500 years. He’s only human, after all.”
“Are you kidding? He has an army of contacts—all over the globe.” Lauren shook her head, rolled down the window and waved out some of the haze. “You think you’re safe because he doesn’t know you’re a vampire, but what if he finds out?” She looked back at John. “He’ll load his gun with silver bullets faster than you can say ‘Dracula.’”
“Lauren, I’ll be fine, and I would never put you and our baby in harm’s way.”
John reached over to touch Lauren’s tummy, which had recently blossomed with roundness.
“I am so not happy about this.” Lauren folded her arms over her bulge and chewed on her top lip. She continued to stew for a minute, building up her next head of steam. “What if he captures you and wraps you up in silver chains? Lots of help I’d be. I can’t even morph to bat form in my present condition.”
John ran a hand over Lauren’s hair. “You have to trust me.” He veered onto the entrance ramp for Interstate 4 and merged between two cars that were barely a Volkswagen length apart, let alone a Cadillac. Lauren gasped as both startled drivers laid on their horns, but John ignored them and continued to weave through the heavy traffic, creating spaces that humans couldn’t fathom.
Lauren squeezed her eyes shut. “I know I encouraged you to get your driver’s license, but reckless driving can get you a whopping fine and possible suspension.”
John laughed and then touched Lauren’s cheek. “Don’t worry; the Orlando Police are in my debt. They won’t ticket me.” John exited Interstate 4 at the Altamonte ramp and deftly wound his way through residential neighborhoods. Careening around the final curve on Palmer Avenue, he slowed just before he reached their street, Bonita Place.
“Why don’t you leave the car there?” She pointed to the circular driveway in front of their large Victorian home.
“Don’t you think I can fit it in the garage?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “Not without a crowbar. It’s a Goodwill warehouse in there. Until I get rid of the stuff from my house, there’s no room.”
John hit the button for the garage opener, and in a matter of seconds, wedged the big car between Lauren’s floral sofa and her two overstuffed chairs. “Voila!”
Lauren blew her bangs out of her eyes. “That’s the final driving lesson for you, Bubba. Next stop, NASCAR.”
“That would be fun.” John laughed. “Do you think I could drive the Viagra car?”
“Considering that’s the last drug you’d need, it’s a good cover. But I know my NASCAR, and Viagra isn’t a sponsor this year. Maybe you could drive the Prilosec car.” She couldn’t help but smile.
“For heartburn? Don’t think so.” John reached over and unbuckled Lauren’s seat belt. “The only heartburn I have is the pain of you being angry with me.” He gave her that gorgeous lopsided smile, the one he’d held in abeyance for 500 years, until he met her.
She opened her car door and swung her legs to the garage floor. Turning to look at John across the black hood, she sighed. There he stood, the sexiest, most handsome man in the universe, looking back at her with those violet eyes. He ran his tongue across his top lip. Oh, Lordy. “Sometimes you make me crazy, but I’ll love you forever, John.”
He rounded the car at vampire speed to sweep her into his arms.
“Consider this a reprieve,” Lauren said, “but only for as long as it takes me to have an orgasm.” She batted her eyelashes playfully.
“In that case, I shall take my time.” He pressed her against the door of the car and wedged his thigh between her legs.
“Squeeze,” she commanded, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.
“Oh, I’ll do better than that.” He pulled up her tank top and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily.
As desire gripped her core, she reached to free his penis from his jeans. “Now.”
“No, I told you. I’m taking my bloody time.” He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the house.
Crackling with electricity from head to toe, she squealed when he kicked the back door open. “If you’re as anxious as I am, let’s christen the kitchen,” she said.
“Only if you promise not to dispel that purple haze, again. You’ll kill the African violets.”
“I promise,” she said.
He plunked her down, albeit gently, on the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs under her handkerchief skirt, he played in her juices for a while, and then he took her chin in his hand as he plunged into her depths with his cock. “Nothing,” he said, “nothing in the world comes close to this.”
She moved against him hungrily, but he pulled back. “Not so fast,” he said, withdrawing his penis. “Let’s give each room its due.”
Lauren’s sexual frustration mounted as John teased her nipples through the butler’s pantry, licked her clit on the living room couch, and bent her over the foyer banister to enter her briefly from behind. By the time they reached their bedroom, she was frantic with pent up desire.
“Tonight, I say when.” He carried her to the bed and then moved away from her to the Palladian window. He stood in profile, his erection prominent in the diffused light of the moon.
She swallowed hard, waiting. After a few agonizing moments, he turned to her.
“You have to trust me, Lauren. In everything.” He moved slowly to the bed and eased his hand up the inside of her thigh. “When.”* * *
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Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Her Noble Destiny Two Lips Review
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Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Monday, 10 August 2009
5 Tombstones for Her Highland Destiny!!!
My debut book, Her Highland Destiny just received a 5 Tombstone review from Bitten By Books!!!!
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Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Review of NOT WITHOUT LOVE by Kate Hofman @ Ecataromance.com
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Friday, 17 July 2009
New Release! Necromancer by DCL Author Scott Harper
figure shambled in front of the car and Wendy’s words gave way to an inarticulate scream as she slammed on the brakes and tried to swerve at the same time. The car fishtailed but it was too late. She felt a sickening crunch as her front bumper impacted with the person. The car bucked as one of the front tires rolled over something.
Scarcely taking time to slam the car into the parking gear, she threw open the door and leapt out. She saw nothing at first, then she spotted the arm protruding from beneath her car. The limb wasn’t moving. Her stomach clenched as cold fear wormed around in her belly. Something new caught her attention, bringing her focus to it. The sight of the severed leg, lying a few feet away, made her stomach churn with nausea. She turned away and vomited. As it had been awhile since she’d last eaten, she was quickly wracked with painful dry heaves as tears flowed down her cheeks.
After a couple of minutes she turned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Wincing at the feel of the sticky fluid now on her hand, she brushed it off on her sweatshirt. To her amazement, the arm beneath the car was now moving. She watched in awe as the fingers twitched, the hand clawing at the asphalt in slow motion, as if trying to gain a grip on it. She turned back to the open car door and practically dove inside, snatching up her cell phone. Part of her thought that she should speak to the person who was lying broken beneath her car. But she had no words for them; nothing she could say would comfort them or make their pain lessen. As she fumbled with the phone, a niggling little thought tugged at her mind. She flipped the phone open and tried to dial. Her hands were shaking so badly that it was all she could do just to hold onto the phone. She pressed the 9 button then managed to press the 1. As she was trying to press it a second time the niggling little thought forced itself to the fore of her mind.
No blood!
She felt her eyes widen. Slowly, she turned to look again. The leg still rested a short distance away. The arm still reached out from beneath the car, scrabbling weakly at the pavement. She could hear faint scratching sounds as the fingernails scrapped over the rough surface. She looked again at the leg. It was clad in what appeared to be the tattered remains of the leg of a pair of dress pants. The foot was clothed in a dark sock and brown leather shoe, caked with clods of dirt. The leg had been severed just above the knee. A shard of bone, almost washed out by the glare of the headlights, stuck out of a mangled mess of ragged, pale flesh. But there was no blood anywhere in sight.
Then the smell hit her, the sick, putrid stench of rot and decay. Her stomach tightened and she thought she would be sick again. The shock she felt at the thought of having accidentally killed somebody was replaced in an instant by a new fear. It was a dread so deep that she felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks the moment it settled on her. Her mouth went dry and her throat was tight. Only half aware of what she was doing, she folded her cell phone closed and held it tightly as she stared at the pallid shreds of flesh visible among the torn fiber of the suit leg.
The soft scraping sound drew her eyes back to the hand as it slowly clawed at the asphalt. More of the arm could be seen now. She saw the cuff of a black sleeve and the white cuff of the shirt beneath it. She watched as more of the arm came into view until, finally, she could see the shoulder and a thatch of dirty, unkempt hair falling forward to hide the face. The body stopped moving.
A small popping sound made her realize that she was gripping her cell phone tightly enough to have cracked the plastic casing. Still, she kept her hand tightened on it.
The mangy head lifted, the neck it was attached to bending at an unnatural angle. Upon seeing the face, Wendy nearly choked and had to put both hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. It was broken and pale, an ashen, bloodless color. Tangles of dirty hair hung over eyes that were blind with rheumy cataracts. The mouth was opening and closing slowly, the pallid lips gummed with a thick, sticky substance that Wendy refused to even think about. She watched in horror as the corpse pulled itself the rest of the way out from beneath her car. The right leg was missing and the left was crushed and mangled, bone shards clearly visible. The thing twisted its head once more, turning its hideous face toward Wendy. The death-white features pinched into an expression of gleeful malice and a grotesque smile pulled at its mouth, the lips sticking to each other for a moment before parting fully. A large, shining black beetle scuttled from the corpse’s mouth, tumbled to the ground and scurried away. The corpse began to crawl toward her, pulling itself along with its arms, ruined legs dragging behind it.
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Scarcely taking time to slam the car into the parking gear, she threw open the door and leapt out. She saw nothing at first, then she spotted the arm protruding from beneath her car. The limb wasn’t moving. Her stomach clenched as cold fear wormed around in her belly. Something new caught her attention, bringing her focus to it. The sight of the severed leg, lying a few feet away, made her stomach churn with nausea. She turned away and vomited. As it had been awhile since she’d last eaten, she was quickly wracked with painful dry heaves as tears flowed down her cheeks.
After a couple of minutes she turned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Wincing at the feel of the sticky fluid now on her hand, she brushed it off on her sweatshirt. To her amazement, the arm beneath the car was now moving. She watched in awe as the fingers twitched, the hand clawing at the asphalt in slow motion, as if trying to gain a grip on it. She turned back to the open car door and practically dove inside, snatching up her cell phone. Part of her thought that she should speak to the person who was lying broken beneath her car. But she had no words for them; nothing she could say would comfort them or make their pain lessen. As she fumbled with the phone, a niggling little thought tugged at her mind. She flipped the phone open and tried to dial. Her hands were shaking so badly that it was all she could do just to hold onto the phone. She pressed the 9 button then managed to press the 1. As she was trying to press it a second time the niggling little thought forced itself to the fore of her mind.
No blood!
She felt her eyes widen. Slowly, she turned to look again. The leg still rested a short distance away. The arm still reached out from beneath the car, scrabbling weakly at the pavement. She could hear faint scratching sounds as the fingernails scrapped over the rough surface. She looked again at the leg. It was clad in what appeared to be the tattered remains of the leg of a pair of dress pants. The foot was clothed in a dark sock and brown leather shoe, caked with clods of dirt. The leg had been severed just above the knee. A shard of bone, almost washed out by the glare of the headlights, stuck out of a mangled mess of ragged, pale flesh. But there was no blood anywhere in sight.
Then the smell hit her, the sick, putrid stench of rot and decay. Her stomach tightened and she thought she would be sick again. The shock she felt at the thought of having accidentally killed somebody was replaced in an instant by a new fear. It was a dread so deep that she felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks the moment it settled on her. Her mouth went dry and her throat was tight. Only half aware of what she was doing, she folded her cell phone closed and held it tightly as she stared at the pallid shreds of flesh visible among the torn fiber of the suit leg.
The soft scraping sound drew her eyes back to the hand as it slowly clawed at the asphalt. More of the arm could be seen now. She saw the cuff of a black sleeve and the white cuff of the shirt beneath it. She watched as more of the arm came into view until, finally, she could see the shoulder and a thatch of dirty, unkempt hair falling forward to hide the face. The body stopped moving.
A small popping sound made her realize that she was gripping her cell phone tightly enough to have cracked the plastic casing. Still, she kept her hand tightened on it.
The mangy head lifted, the neck it was attached to bending at an unnatural angle. Upon seeing the face, Wendy nearly choked and had to put both hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. It was broken and pale, an ashen, bloodless color. Tangles of dirty hair hung over eyes that were blind with rheumy cataracts. The mouth was opening and closing slowly, the pallid lips gummed with a thick, sticky substance that Wendy refused to even think about. She watched in horror as the corpse pulled itself the rest of the way out from beneath her car. The right leg was missing and the left was crushed and mangled, bone shards clearly visible. The thing twisted its head once more, turning its hideous face toward Wendy. The death-white features pinched into an expression of gleeful malice and a grotesque smile pulled at its mouth, the lips sticking to each other for a moment before parting fully. A large, shining black beetle scuttled from the corpse’s mouth, tumbled to the ground and scurried away. The corpse began to crawl toward her, pulling itself along with its arms, ruined legs dragging behind it.
Not vampires! Keely was right when he’d called them zombies!
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Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Review for Opposites Attract
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Monday, 29 June 2009
Sunday, 14 June 2009
New Release! Stonehenge by DCL Author Bill Haworth
The sobbing Jesse pointed to the pile of rubble at which Mags was barking furiously.
"What's he barking at, the idiot?" demanded Dad. "There's nothing there!"
"Holly went to fetch the frisbee and she just disappeared! " explained his sobbing daughter.
Mum (Mom) cradled the distraught girl as Dad dug furiously around the mound, thinking she might have fallen down a hole. Try as he did, he could find no holes.
As the lightning flashed once again, he briefly caught a glimpse of a girl as though in a mirage. "Holly!" he cried in stunned surprise.
"Dad! Dad! Help me!" Holly cried out, "I can't get back!"
Rowan the Arch-Druid ran over to survey the scene. An eerie glow of static electricity had formed on the wet, upright stones. With one hand, he rubbed them and realised what had happened.
"Holly!" he shouted. "When the lightning flashes again, run through the same place you went in!"
"Help me please!" cried Holly from the other side. "Mum (Mom), Dad, help me!"
The official guide turned up, demanding, "What's going on?" He turned a deathly pale as he saw the fading image
of Holly by the mound.
No more lightning flashed as the black cloud was blown away by a fresh wind. Dad looked on helpless as the
mirage that was his daughter now faded. Racking his brains, he shouted, "Think Holly, think! Use your brains darling!"
"What can I do," came Holly's faint reply.
"Find a holy man!" Rowan shouted. "We'll try to do something from this side!"
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"What's he barking at, the idiot?" demanded Dad. "There's nothing there!"
"Holly went to fetch the frisbee and she just disappeared! " explained his sobbing daughter.
Mum (Mom) cradled the distraught girl as Dad dug furiously around the mound, thinking she might have fallen down a hole. Try as he did, he could find no holes.
As the lightning flashed once again, he briefly caught a glimpse of a girl as though in a mirage. "Holly!" he cried in stunned surprise.
"Dad! Dad! Help me!" Holly cried out, "I can't get back!"
Rowan the Arch-Druid ran over to survey the scene. An eerie glow of static electricity had formed on the wet, upright stones. With one hand, he rubbed them and realised what had happened.
"Holly!" he shouted. "When the lightning flashes again, run through the same place you went in!"
"Help me please!" cried Holly from the other side. "Mum (Mom), Dad, help me!"
The official guide turned up, demanding, "What's going on?" He turned a deathly pale as he saw the fading image
of Holly by the mound.
No more lightning flashed as the black cloud was blown away by a fresh wind. Dad looked on helpless as the
mirage that was his daughter now faded. Racking his brains, he shouted, "Think Holly, think! Use your brains darling!"
"What can I do," came Holly's faint reply.
"Find a holy man!" Rowan shouted. "We'll try to do something from this side!"
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Tuesday, 2 June 2009
New Release by Paranormal Romance Novels author Annie Marshall! Her Noble Destiny
Her Noble Destiny
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Thursday, 28 May 2009
New Review for LOVE FANG!! A Paranormal Romance Novel
Here's what Roxanne Rhoads at Fang-tastic Books said:
Can a handsome vampire and a beautiful dentist make love work? LOVE FANG is ablaze with zip, charm, suspense and romance. Susan Blexrud’s novels are so addictive that they are like a scrumptious chocolate cake, one bite, and you’re hooked! Ms. Blexrud creates smart, amusing characters that bristle with believable sexual electricity. LOVE FANG is a wickedly delicious vampire tale that should not be missed!
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Can a handsome vampire and a beautiful dentist make love work? LOVE FANG is ablaze with zip, charm, suspense and romance. Susan Blexrud’s novels are so addictive that they are like a scrumptious chocolate cake, one bite, and you’re hooked! Ms. Blexrud creates smart, amusing characters that bristle with believable sexual electricity. LOVE FANG is a wickedly delicious vampire tale that should not be missed!
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