We’re continuing our Sunday Six journey through the Swinging Games series! Here’s an early interaction between Jen and Sarah in Book 7, Dare to Adventure:
“Do you want me to kiss you?” Jen asked.
Sarah nodded. “Please.”
Jen placed her hands on either side of Sarah’s head and slanted her mouth across Sarah’s. Sarah lips parted easily and Jen dipped the tip of her tongue into Sarah’s mouth. Sarah didn’t hesitate, instead drawing Jen in deeper. And then their tongues parried each other playfully and then sensually.
You can find out more about the Swinging Games series HERE and read all about Dare to Adventure HERE. Click on the book covers for buy links! Click on the Six Sentence logo above for links to all the other great Sunday posts.
Today we welcome Aubrie Dionne, Sci Fi and Fantasy author. Take it away, Aubrie!
Why don’t you start by telling us about yourself? I’ve lived my whole life in NH. I’m a professional flutist by day, and a writer by night! I love to imagine stories to go along with the music, and my flute students told me I needed to start writing them down. So, here I am today!
Tell us about your writing: How long have you been writing? What genre(s) do you write in? I’ve been writing for about six years. I started writing fantasy, and have branched off into science fiction and a little bit of horror (nothing too graphic-but I do love zombies). My biggest break was when I got my agent after my fourth book, and my three book contract with Entangled Publishing. Since then, my writing has really taken off. I just signed a contract for my YA sci fi book with Inkspell Publishing, and I’m really excited to start publishing more YA.
What made you chose to write your genre in particular? Is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why? I grew up watching the old Star Wars movies over and over again. I could recite any scene from memory. My sister and I used to act them out in the backyard and fight over who got to be Princess Leia! I was also a big fan of Star Trek TNG, and watched every episode for the entire seven year run. I also loved a set of books called: The Secret of the Unicorn Queen. My favorite fantasy movie was The Last Unicorn.
So, it’s not surprising that when I sat down to write, science fiction and fantasy came out!
What do you like most about writing? Least? The most: creating my own worlds, and seeing where my characters go inside them! The worst: The snarky reviewers that tear my work to pieces. Although, my New Year’s resolution was to not let them get to me. Like Taylor Swift says, “People throw rocks at things that shine.”
Any advice for those who want to write? Yes: write a lot. Then, write some more. It took me four books to get an agent. I must have queried 400 agents in that time. I thought I’d write one book and then be famous. But, the reality is a writer’s life never stops. You’re always plotting the next book, and then the next. You have to enjoy the process, because you’ll be doing it for the rest of your life. It’s like practicing an instrument. You never stop playing.
Which is your most popular work in terms of sales? Critical acclaim? Which is your favorite book you’ve written and why? Paradise 21, the first book in the New Dawn series is my bestselling book. I can’t pick a favorite because I love them all so much!
Gemme is a hi-tech matchmaker who pairs the next generation of Lifers aboard the Expedition, a deep space transport vessel destined for Paradise 18. When the identity of her lifemate pops up on her screen, she’s shocked that he’s the achingly gorgeous and highly sought after Lieutenant Miles Brentwood—a man oblivious to her existence. Believing everyone will think she contrived the match, she erases it from the computer’s memory.
Just as comets pummel the ship and destroy the pairing system forever.
With the Expedition disabled, the colonists must crash land on the barren ice world of Tundra 37 where Gemme is reassigned to an exploratory mission, led by Lieutenant Brentwood. Only in the frozen tundra does she understand the shape of his heart and why the computer has entwined their destinies.
I’m losing her.
Abysme guides the vessel in silence, her blind eyes rolling as she senses our course, two hundred years away from Paradise 18. She’s scattered her thoughts among the stars, and her mind drifts farther from the sister I once knew. I fear the machine has engulfed her individuality. She’s forgotten the meaning of our goal, the oath we took three centuries ago. Most of all, she’s forgotten me, creating an emptiness inside me more profound than the desolation surrounding us.
If I had my arms, I’d reach out to comfort her and usher her back from the black abyss spread before us. As children, I kept her alive through the destruction, signing us up for the Expedition and winning two tickets off Old Earth before it succumbed to hell. But can I save her now?
I send impulses through my brainwaves and into the ship. Bysme, do you hear me?
Unlike her, I have one operating eye and can see the control chamber we hang from. Twisting my head, I search her features. Her skeletal face twitches. She writhes and the wires holding her in place stretch taut. I wonder what I’ve done to us, the shock of our disembodiment jolting me. Every input hole drilled into my skull snakes with activity. The ship surges through me, a vast intranet of information, names, status charts, and infinite trajectories. If I couldn’t feel the cold, regulated air on the remnants of my torso, I’d be lost in the machine too. I remind myself of our mission and the perseverance flows into my veins.
She doesn’t respond and the fear wells up from within me. Can I guide the ship alone? I realize I’ve left her at the helm for too long while I drifted into memories.
Status of Beta Prime? Bysme speaks in monotone computer speech as she turns to the corner of the main control deck where the orb glistens, tempting us with the mysteries hidden in the cosmic swirls within its core. Sometimes, I wish we’d blasted the ball off the hull after its tendrils attached to the outer frame instead of recovering it for study. We’ve guarded it for so long, Project Beta Prime has become part of us, yet we’re further than ever from unlocking its secrets. All I know is the insistence of my memories, like ghosts that refused to be ignored.
Unchanged. The weight of my voice in our mindspeak reflects my disappointment. Like everything else.
Bysme falls silent, and I scan the systems searching for answers that aren’t there.
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Thanks for having me here today!
Today we welcome Doris O’Connor, who’s on a blog tour promoting her latest release, Lure of Forever. Comment to enter her drawing ~ three lucky readers who comment on her blog tour posts will win a copy! You can find links to her other tour posts at the end of her blog below. Without further ado, Here’s Doris!
MY NIGGLING HERO
Niggle, niggle, nag, nag, niggle. Not very attractive qualities normally, unless you’re an ancient vampire breathing down your author’s neck, giving her a proverbial kick up the back side to get your story told or even to get it promoted.
I am of course talking about Lucas De Tourneau, ancient vampire, hero of Lure Of Forever, and royal pain in the seat to me. Ever since Lucas first made an appearance in Lure Of The Blood, and a certain shifter got the girl, Lucas has been niggling at me to have his story told.
Now Lucas, being Lucas, is rather particular. He likes things done just so, and heaven help you when you don’t do as you’re told. He is not a patient man, and he has a rather dim view of humans. However he does have a soft spot for curvy brunettes, the sassier the better.
I knew I needed to find him a strong heroine. A woman who would stand up to him and keep him in check, whilst driving him slowly round the bend. A woman who would raise all of his protective instincts and make him remember things he would rather forget.
A woman not at all impressed by his ‘vampire act’. A woman named Coralie Roberts.
When Coralie stumbles on his boat, he doesn’t quite know what to do with her. She is different and his interest is piqued, especially when he can’t compel her. What is he to do with this little bundle of curves?
Only one thing he can do…
It was her turn to stop speaking when he grabbed her hand and pulled her flush into his body. Merde, if her curvy body didn’t rub against all the right places. It had been way too long since he’d indulged himself. This little human may well regret having landed on his boat in the morning, and he had to find out what she knew. His blood surged south, pooling in his balls at the mere thought of having those soft curves writhing under him. All that banked passion, he sensed, would make for an interesting time under the sheets.
He allowed his fangs to run out a little further, waiting for her reaction, which turned out to be amusing and infuriating in equal measures. She rolled her eyes and pushed against his chest.
He let her go, but not before he noticed the way her breathing and heart accelerated with a satisfied smile. He may not be able to reach her mind, but her body was another matter. The exasperated sound she made deep in her throat shot straight to his cock, and he shifted imperceptibly to get comfortable in his jeans.
She glared at him, shaking her head, and drops of moisture flew in the air. His conscience stirred briefly. As she’d arrived here looking like a drowned rat, he figured she must be getting cold. He stepped closer again, but her raised hand and incredulous expression stopped him.
“You have got to be kidding me. Are those things growing? Seriously? Aren’t you a bit too old to play Dracula?”
The nerve of the little minx. She made him sound like a five-year-old, playing dress up. As she headed for the door, dismissing him as though he was a child, he pounced and spun her around before she could reach for the door handle.
Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. He caged her in against the wall, the rhythm of her heartbeat reminding him that he hadn’t fed in several days. His cock pressed painfully against the seam of his fly, her ineffective struggles in his arms waking up the bloodlust he usually held under iron control. Ahhh, it had been way too long since he had the thrill of the chase. She shivered and stopped struggling when he ran his fangs along her neck and he smiled. He had her now. He pulled back slightly to see her expression. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and unblinking as she looked up at him.
“Ah, that’s better, Chere. Does this feel as though I’m playing at Dracula? I let you know he has nothing on me. I have been around for…Umph.”
His balls exploded as her knee came up and hit the bull’s eye. He staggered back when she pushed against his chest, in too much pain at that moment to stop her.
“Spare me, big boy. This may work in your little gatherings, but please. Are you that deluded, you actually believe you could hypnotize me? What next? You’re gonna sparkle in the sun? Turn into a bat?” She stamped her foot in frustration at his complete inability to utter a response. “Oh, for goodness sakes. Speak, man. I didn’t hit you that hard.”
“That is a matter of interpretation.” He just about managed to croak his response. He had to resist the urge to cup his aching balls to make sure they were still attached. That woman had bloody hard knees. At least she had the good grace to look a little chagrined, as her chocolate eyes rested briefly on his groin.
A slight flush crept into her cheeks and she didn’t look at him when she mumbled, “Well, yes. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but what do you expect me to do? Stand there and let you maul me with your fake teeth? They’re bloody sharp, you know. If you insist on wearing them, I’d file them down, before you end up hurting someone.”
She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and amusement replaced his annoyance. Righteous indignation warred with worry in every line of her delectable body. She was a walking enigma, this bundle of curves. The well-buried human part of him stirred in recognition––of what, exactly? He wasn’t sure, and now was not the time to ponder on that. Shifting slightly, relief flooded him as the ache in his balls ceased.
“Are you OK? Don’t need an icepack or something?”
“I’ll live, it seems, but thank you. Shall we start again?” He extended his hand as he spoke.
I was chuckling to myself when I wrote that scene :).
Well, ancient vampire or not, a girl has to keep these men under control somehow—especially niggling heroes.
*looks pointedly at Lucas and reminds him that she is planning another book in the series and Coralie may have a few more tricks up her sleeve*
*smiles to herself, as Lucas stops niggling*
I tell you, the things us authors have to put up with…
You’d think a three thousand year old vampire would believe in forever. Not Lucas. He has an escaped demon to hunt and no time for the follies of humankind. When strip-o-gram Coralie arrives on his boat, she awakens human instincts long buried, and protecting her becomes of paramount importance.
Coralie, standing in for a friend, is mortally embarrassed at having stumbled onto the wrong boat. The vampire wannabe she encounters makes her body sing in ways she never thought possible. Finding out that he is indeed the real thing throws everything she ever believed in into doubt.
With the demon closing in and the future of humanity in peril will they manage to find their forever?
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to baby and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her sexy Alpha heroes and sassy heroines tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps. She writes contemporary, erotic and paranormal romance.
German born, Doris now resides in the middle of a busy town in Bedfordshire/England and dreams of a nice big house by the sea, with plenty of space to run kids and dogs and let her imagination soar.
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If you’d like to be in with a chance to win a copy of Lure Of Forever, just leave a comment. I will be picking three winners at the end of my blog tour. Every time you comment on one of my stops, you will get another entry into the draw J
Details of the tour stops can be found HERE