If you can't beat 'em, seduce 'em - MOSTLY INNOCENT by @authorjmjinks - #urbanfantasy #giveaway

Blurb

Meet Layla James, your typical smart and snarky chick—except for the whole succubus thing. After nearly a millennium on Earth, Layla’s settled down in a boring life in Palm Springs, until a smoking-hot hunter comes to arrest her for murder. But Layla knows the rules—she'd never kill someone and incite the wrath of The Powers That Be.

Elijah Daines is a hunter, maintaining the balance of good and evil in the mortal realm, his power stronger than any hunter she’s ever encountered. Plus, he’s a seriously sexy distraction. Too bad he’s accused her of a crime she didn't commit.

As the killer continues a murder spree that not only frames Layla but threatens to expose the existence of supernatural creatures to humans, Layla and Elijah team up to investigate. Hopefully, they can fight off their escalating attraction for each other long enough to exonerate her and stop the murder madness.

Excerpt

He edged nearer the counter. I, or maybe my succubus, decided on a whim I would not be intimidated by his power. I wasn’t sure where my sudden courage came from. He had to have sensed my succubus signature. We weren’t a violent race when we controlled our urges. I’m Queen of Control over here. I’m sure he knows I won’t hurt him. Right? 

 

But why is he here? Something must be wrong.

With every step he took closer, I had a better look at him. His dark hair was in slight disarray and his crystal blue eyes scoured my face. He towered over me in every sense of the word. My stomach dipped.

He and Jolene should go back-to-back so I can get an accurate measure of his height.

I shook away my thoughts of him. Given his disapproving glare, he came here on a mission. Greek god or not, he was still a hunter, and I—

I was a product of evil, aka something he hunts.

“Succubus,” he growled. One little word filled with eons of unabashed hatred. It vibrated through me. All hopes of him wanting a new bathroom paint color vanished. No, this visit wouldn’t be pleasant, not at all.

Perhaps I could seduce him. Hell, he could do me right on the floor of aisle nine next to the light fixtures, if it kept him from killing me. I bit my lip. Hunters weren’t typically susceptible to succubi charms. A failed attempt of Aphrodisia could earn me more problems.

I released a breath. Some buried-deep, natural instinct rolled through me again, and I decided to stand my ground. I stood straighter and barked back, “Hunter.”

About the Author

J.M. Jinks was born and raised in Southern California. She lives with her husband, two dogs, and two cats in her hometown. J has a Bachelor’s in French and a Master’s of Education. She is a teacher by day and a writer by night. J and her husband welcomed a baby boy in May 2018.

J has always had a love of reading that progressed into writing. Mostly Innocent is her first published book.

J loves to connect with her readers. You can find her at:

Website/Blog: http://www.authorJMJinks.com/

Twitter: @authorjmjinks

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/jmjinks

Instagram: @authorjmjinks

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She won't give up until she finds the woman in her dreams - #lesfic #paranormal #alphafemale @ErzabetBishop

Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil and a past that isn’t ready to let her go.

Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless.

With the aid of her nest mate, Perry, and his partner, Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.

**Includes First Christmas: A Sigil Fire Holiday Story**

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Available November 13^th. Get your pre-order in now!

Excerpt

The dream wrapped around Fae like gossamer silk. It was always the same. The woman’s back was to Fae—shapely curves illuminated against the shadows, the stranger’s face just out view. They were in a dark and winding alley, with the back side of row houses and businesses cluttered with dumpsters and badly repaired fences. The area behind the shops looked ramshackle and smelled worse. A combination of rotting garbage and the reek of something far worse.

A sense of urgency pounded through Fae. She needed to find this woman. Needed to find her now.

Dark demonic wings fluttered in the background, causing the mystery woman to flee. Her skirts whipped up, revealing calves that sucked the air from Fae’s lungs.

An aura of silvery wings hung behind the woman, vanishing as quickly as they appeared. The alleyway grew disjointed—a true setting from a nightmare. The red of her hair was only visible for a moment.

“Help me!” the woman’s sultry voice begged, out of breath and shrill with terror.

Fae’s dream self darted behind her. Shadowy faces and writhing figures moved in the periphery of her vision. She stared straight ahead. She had to focus. To find the woman.

“Wait!” She reached out, but only caught the tendrils of mist that filled the void.

The air chilled as Fae streaked through the fog. A fractured scream echoed in the murky dampness. Seeing anything became more difficult. The swampy odor of decay made Fae gag but still she pressed on. Don’t look. Just move.

Fae panicked. “Where are you?” The need to find the woman was overwhelming. There was something important about her. Even if Fae didn’t know what it was—she had to find the stranger. With her heart racing, Fae kept moving.

“Stop!” A terrible scream rang out in the darkness.

Fae’s pulse thrummed in her throat; her fangs clenched in fear. Where was she? Fae’s footsteps rang hollow as she ran, eyes searching, senses reaching out for any sign of the woman. Around her the buildings changed. Cold concrete walls penned her in. There was only one way to go. Forward.

A dim figure loomed in the distance, barely visible against the mists. Large wings unfolded, the odor of sulfur and dark rotting things made her sour stomach flip once more. The sound of tearing clothes and panicked screams met her ears. Shit.

Fae snarled, racing toward the sound of sobbing. Her boots hit the pavement, puddles of water and filth spraying out as she ran.

There was the mystery woman. Long, red hair draped over the concrete, defiled by the refuse on the ground surrounding her.

A streetlight shone bright in the foggy night air, and Fae was finally able to see the woman's face around the creature that held the woman prisoner in its grip.

Full, red lips parted in shock as the demon’s fingers tightened around her throat. With her wide eyes brilliant and dark against her ivory complexion, it was clear she was dying. Her gaze met Fae’s, a panicked expression of recognition, and as she looked at her attacker, fear.

Fae stepped forward. “Get off her, asshole,” she hissed, taking another step forward.

The being turned its head, empty eyes staring right into her soul.

“Fae.” Its lips tilted up into a satanic grin and he turned, revealing more of the partially nude woman.

Fae startled and took a step back. “How do you know me?” Her hand felt for a blade at her side. Nothing. Dammit!

Fae would have to try and save the mystery woman with only her strength.

Her fingers brushed the oily feathers of the demon’s wings, intent on pulling it away from the girl, but instead she ended up with nothing.

Dark laughter filled the hollow passage, and in a burst of noxious smoke, the being was gone.

Fae spun on her heel trying to see where it had gone, then moved back and knelt at the woman’s side. “Red.”

“Find me,” the woman whispered, her eyes locking onto Fae’s. A delicate smile drifted across her lips as she, too, began to fade into the mist.

“No!” Fae’s heart twisted in her chest. Just when she had found her, the woman was lost yet again. “No!” Despair clogged her throat.

The shadows of the alley loomed dark as the streetlight fell dim.

***

Fae jerked awake. She lay twisted in the sheets. Her breath came in gasps as the dream faded, leaving her cold and alone in her bed. She had seen the stranger’s face. Finally.

Her dog, Jellybean, whined in the darkness and snuggled in closer, her furry black face burrowing deep under the covers.

“Red,” she whispered. “I’ll find you.”

Staring out the window into the moonless night, Fae listened as the wind whipped the trees outside into a frenzy. Something was coming. But so was she.

About the Author

Erzabet Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.

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In My Father’s Footsteps - #paranormal #99cents #Halloween

A common question in author interviews is “How did you get started writing?” In my case, I’ve been writing more or less forever. My first stories and poems date from third grade. (I skipped second grade, so I was about seven.) During elementary school I wrote romantic and adventure tales, at least three plays (including one slightly racy romp about the Greek gods), and lots of poetry. In high school, I started a ghost novel (which I sometimes think about finishing). In college and grad school, I switched to science fiction and erotic fantasy.

Even before I started writing stories, though, I was exposed to storytelling. My dad had a fantastic imagination, and he used it to concoct all sorts of tales for my younger brother and me. Many of his stories featured magic and monsters. I vividly recall one chilling tale in which the hero (a young man named Thomas Karl Sefney) encounters an evil, octopus-like creature with a hundred arms, who is guarding the treasure. Thomas has exactly one minute to touch each of the demon’s appendages with his wand of power. If he fails, he’ll die. I still remember my breathless excitement as my father described in thrilling detail the hero’s desperate efforts to fulfill this quest and break the curse.

Looking back, I realize that my father’s storytelling has had a significant influence on mine. My paranormal stories have some of the same intensity as his, the sense of staking everything in a battle of power and wills. There’s more darkness in my supernatural stories than in most of what I write. This is particularly true of my paranormal collection Fourth World: Erotic tales of monsters, myths and magic.

Blurb

Enter the fourth world - a world of lust and shadows, where anything can happen.

Obsessive passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal desire from eroticist Lisabet Sarai. An undead couple hunts for beauty and youth in the history-drenched streets of Prague. A sex addict meets his fate in the embrace of a seductive monster. An innocent writer offers her body and heart to a century-old ghost. A spiritual seeker succumbs to temptation in the arms of a fearsome and greedy goddess. A kinky, blood-drenched threesome unfolds in a luxurious Bangkok penthouse. These tales conjure the magic of sex, and its dangers. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally terrified. Do not expect happily ever afters.

Fourth World is only 99 cents until the end of October, as part of my Month of Magic!

Buy Links

Amazon US

http://www.amazon.com/Fourth-World-Erotic-tales-monsters-ebook/dp/B00Y23HXW4/

Amazon UK

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fourth-World-Erotic-tales-monsters-ebook/dp/B00Y23HXW4/

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Excerpt

From "Naked in Varanasi"

She was everything he had sworn to avoid.

Her scent hauled him back to the world of things, invading the hard-won emptiness of his mind. At first, he struggled to hold on to his meditative state, but soon he understood that the struggle itself caused more damage than her disturbingly feminine presence. With a sigh of resignation, he opened his eyes.

Breasts round as the moon spilled from her sari, a careless drape of gold-embroidered crimson that barely hid her lush hips and buttocks. A ruby nestled in her exposed navel, crowning the gentle hillock of her belly. Her thighs whispered to him, coy behind the silken cascade of her skirts. She smelled of frangipani and musk. Each time he breathed, he hardened further.

Jet eyes sparkled under brows arched in amusement. A smile danced on her full lips. As he watched, transfixed, she peeled a ripe mango with jeweled fingers and took a generous bite. Juice trickled down her chin, into the hollow between her breasts. His traitor cock twitched as he fought the lascivious images she evoked. He saw himself, burying his face in that valley to lick out the sweetness—moving down to suckle the prominent, chocolate-hued nipples—then sinking lower still.

"Would you like some?" She offered the moist yellow fruit, bearing obvious marks from her white teeth, and his stomach growled.

"No—no, thank you." As part of his pilgrimage, he had resolved to eat only once a day, a meager bowl of rice and dahl taken before the sun rose. At first he had been hungry all the time, but now, after a month, he thought he'd learned to ignore the craving for more food. Now her presence rekindled that hunger as well.

"Are you quite sure?" She stepped into the shade of the banyan tree, where he'd been sitting in full lotus, meditating, since dawn. "You're very thin—I can see your ribs. You need to eat more. Come with me to the darshan. They're handing out sweetmeats blessed by the Lord Shiva."

"I eat to keep my body alive. That's enough."

Her laugh was a crystal bell ringing through the temple courtyard. She sank to her haunches in front of him and her thighs parted, releasing a new gust of oceany perfume. His cock reared up from his lap, distorting the loose cotton dhoti wrapped around his hips. "Silly man," she murmured. She brushed the palm of her hand over the hidden bulb, sending a shimmer of pleasure through his body.

"Don't!" He grabbed her wrist before she could touch him again. Her cinnamon-colored skin felt like sun-warmed satin under his fingers. Lust boiled up, threatening to drown him. He closed his eyes, fighting for control. She reminded him so much of Sara, despite the differences in complexion and hair color, with her lush, treacherous curves and intoxicating scent. He had to get away, to escape her, before all his resolutions crumbled to dust.

Her bangles clinked as she extricated herself from his grasp. "Another holy fool who believes that denying the flesh is the path to moksha." Sympathy mingled with the scorn in her voice. She cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes, and electric delight shuddered up his spine. "You poor misguided soul. Renunciation will not lead to what you seek. Believe me, I have tried that path. I've endured austerities you can't begin to imagine. You can't make the physical world go away by pretending that it doesn't exist."

"Each of us must find our own path," he told her, shaking her off and trying to rise, eager to flee. Stiff from sitting for so long, his limbs wouldn't obey him. He stumbled, falling into her waiting arms.

Fire raced through him as she clasped him to her bountiful breasts. His bare chest tingled everywhere it touched her flesh. "Ah yes," she murmured, planting sticky, mango-flavored kisses on his lips. His swollen cock settled into the silk-lined creased between her thighs, ready to explode. "That's much better, isn't it? Devotion is the only true path to release, meri jaan." Her hands roved over his body until they found the spot where his dhoti tucked into his waist. Her mouth still feasting on his, she tugged at the cloth. It fell away, leaving him naked and unprotected as she bore him to the dusty ground and stretched her ripe body over his.

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