My paranormal romance Rough Weather is finally available on general release, and I'm celebrating!
You can now buy the book at Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance Ebooks and of course at Totally Bound (where every purchase earns you points toward free books!) I'm sure that it will be available at Barnes and Noble, too, in a couple of days.
I've got a brand new snog from the book for you below. And of course, in honor of the release, I've got a contest for you. In fact, I have two giveaways.
You can win a $10 bookstore gift certificate on this post today. All you have to do is read my kiss excerpt below and then leave a comment telling me why you enjoy paranormal stories. Be sure to include your email address. I'll randomly draw a winner next Sunday.
In addition, I have a contest going on all month long, at all the guest blogs I've scheduled about the book. You can win two ebooks, Rough Weather plus the sequel Hot Spell, where the characters of Marut and Ondine first appeared. To enter, send an email to contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com with the subject line “Rough Weather Giveaway”. Contest closes on March 31, 2014.
And of course, you can find sizzling kisses every Sunday over at Victoria's place. Why not pay her a visit?
She had been swimming in the dream, far from land, slicing through the sea with the speed of a shark, the grace of a dolphin, acutely aware of the burgeoning life around her, glorying in her freedom. The space below the surface had glowed like the interior of an emerald, lit by the sun above. Arousal hummed through her, wellbeing shading into something like need, but not urgent, not yet—merely a side effect of her finely tuned perception. She would let the ache build, gathering force and volume, until the flood of release was as inevitable as the tide.
Shadows had gathered overhead. The pellucid depths turned grey. Choppy swells churned above. Then with terrifying suddenness she’d been hooked—arrested in her liquid trajectory, dragged up into the air, sputtering and thrashing like the fish she sometimes resembled.
She had found herself suspended in lightning-shot blackness, hung by some pivot between her shoulder blades. Fierce winds swung her back and forth, whipping her hair into her face. Anger and terror warred in her chest.
“Release me!” she’d cried. The gale had ripped the words from her and flung them into the skies. “Let me go, whoever you…”
Firm lips had sealed hers before she could finish. Invisible in the swirling dark, someone took possession of her mouth, forcing it open with an unseen tongue and plunging within. She’d tasted winter frost and summer fruit, salt and iron, a hint of smoke. Hands wandered over her bare flesh, cool and knowing. A rough twist to an aching nipple. The scrape of a fingernail down her spine. A plump thumb prodded her quivering clit. Then a rigid bulk rooted itself in the slick cleft between her thighs.
She’d been soaked, despite her fear and indignation. She liquefied further as her shadow-clad assailant slid into her depths. Her simmering lust leapt to a boil. “Please, no…” she’d moaned into his demanding mouth, even as she clenched around the exquisite hardness invading her. A storm of sensation raged inside her as he arched up and inward, dragging the taut length of his cock across her clitoris. Electric bliss flashed from her core to her extremities.
He’d pulled her to his chest, mashing her breasts against smooth planes of skin and muscle. The arms restraining her were iron bands, inescapable despite her squirming. Wild winds coiled around them in a tightening spiral. She fought the pleasure, unwilling to be taken by a stranger, to have her freedom stripped from her so completely, but he was inexorable, driving closer to her crisis with each powerful thrust.
“Surrender to me.” His voice pierced her as surely as his cock, straight to the core. Melodious, gentle, it coaxed her to relinquish control. His soft words were not a command but an invitation. “You will never be complete until you surrender.”
Want more? Read my other Rough Weather snogs!