Friday, October 18, 2013

Ladies and Gentleman, We Have a Cover...

I just received my cover for my upcoming paranormal release Rough Weather. I absolutely love it! I've had some wonderful covers over the course of my publishing career (as well as the requisite few awful ones), but I think this may be my favorite. What's your opinion?

Unfortunately the book won't be available until late January (which tells you how together Totally Bound is!) but just to whet your appetite, here's the blurb and an excerpt.

Rough Weather by Lisabet Sarai
Coming January 31, 2014 from Totally Bound!

Destiny hides in the tempest’s heart

Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her weekends relaxing among the waves, and worries about human threats to her beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her mother’s make her cautious about sex.

When she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach, surveying the site for a prospective off-shore wind farm, anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however, transforms that emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.

Ebony-skinned Marut has his own talents – aside from his uncanny ability to swamp Ondine with desire. He can control the winds and summon storms. He informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage and claims she is his destined mate. She responds with scepticism and tries to resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s training won’t permit her to deny the evidence of her senses – and her heart. As a brutal northeaster batters the island and Marut’s life hangs in the balance, Ondine learns that true power lies in surrender to her elemental nature.

Excerpt (rated X)

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 sun-lit space below the surface had glowed like the interior of an emerald, lit by the sun above. Arousal hummed through her, well-being 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 her lips apart 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, prodding her quivering clit. Then a rigid bulk, rooting 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 swirled 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 and yet it was soft, melodious, almost gentle, coaxing her to relinquish control – not a command but an invitation. “You will never be complete until you surrender.”
He’d swelled within her, on the edge of his own crisis. The world shimmered around her as she continued to resist. “Don’t fight me, lady. You’re only hurting yourself.”
The blackness cracked open. For an instant she forgot to struggle. Ecstasy seized her, welling up and spilling over. For long moments she’d hung in space, unable to breathe, pinned in his arms and racked by pleasure.
Then she’d been falling from a great height, the wind still wailing in her ears, her cunt still convulsing – around emptiness.


H K Carlton said...

As always from Totally Bound; it is beautiful, Lisabet

Colleen C. said...

I like it... looks good!

Julianna said...

<3333 LOVE IT!!

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