Sliding doors…

I was organizing accommodation for various people so they could leave the office thus leaving me in peace…no wait…that’s not it…they had to do business stuff far away out of the office, again leaving me in peace. Anyway I had to organize stuff in one town that I lived in for a short period as a kid. My father was in the army. Like most Army brats we travelled a lot. We saw a lot. We learnt a lot – fast. As I scrolled through the various internet sites for this town, lots of memories came back and I wondered what my life would have been like if we had settled in one place and never moved. No, it’s not realistic but it was interesting to ponder how I would have changed, who I would have missed out on meeting and would I, in essence, be any damn different to what I am now. As a friend and I often say ‘it’s just another sliding door moment….’

Kit Catlyn…Hot As Hell…

Who is Kit Catlyn? No, she’s not me. I have enough trouble with the names I do have. Talk about Heinz 57 varieties. But Kit? She’s a one off…an original and one of the few very good authors that do not go inundating us with stuff. What she writes is good and solid and worth reading. As for hot? Hot as Hell, baby.

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The Blurb…

Faire-man, Adan Edward’s impish aunt is always up to mischief. But this time she surpasses herself when she places a wager with the devil. The stakes? Redemption of Satan’s beautiful minion against Adan’s soul. One look at the sultry beauty and Adan’s willing to risk it, unaware the results will be Hot As Hell.

The excerpt…

He entered the Demon Lounge, smiling at the appropriateness of the title. Leave it to the woman to find the hottest new club in South Beach. He stood at the top of the stairs, his hand on the black iron balustrade breathing in the scent of alcohol and such a flagrant mix of perfumes that it made his nose twitch and his head spin. The band played a rock and roll number from the sixties.

His gaze, like every other male in the bar gravitated to the woman in red on the dance floor. There was no doubt, she was thoroughly enjoying herself as she swung under her partners locked arms, her silky dress flaring, revealing a marvelous set of legs atop stiletto red heels. Pure joy radiated from her smile.
For a moment, he forgot to breath. This woman might be made for sinful pleasures, but she was also made for love and life not death and the pits of hell. He wondered what had sent her there.
As Adan made his way down the steps and across the crowded floor to the bar, several women caught his eye, an open invitation on their faces. He nodded but kept going.
“Scotch on the Rocks,” he told the bartender. As he waited for his drink, he looked up and saw his reflection in the wide mirror. The male looking back at him with dark brown eyes would have passed for a man anywhere. The only sign of his wings were two knots on his shoulder blades and those were hidden by an expensive gray shirt. He shifted his gaze to his trousers and plucked a small piece of lint from the black silk.
“Here you go, sir.” The round, balding bartender set the glass down in front of him.
“Keep the change.” Adan passed him a bill.
“Thank you, sir.” The bartender lifted the glass, passed a white towel along the wood, returned the glass and walked away.
The cool tumbler in his hand, Adan took a sip of the liquid, letting it run down his throat and warm his stomach. He turned, leaning his elbows on the counter, and watched the dancers. In particular, one red dress that flashed like garnets against the dark smoky dance floor.
The band switched songs and began a slow bluesy number.
The woman looked up seductively into the big jock’s arms she danced with. He gathered her close.
Adan took another sip of Scotch, studied the two then set his glass down and pushed away from the bar. Winding his way between the dancers, swaying back and forth, he tapped the big burly man on the arm. “Cutting in, mate.”
Adan was six-two but the man the demon danced with towered over him and had a neck as thick as a tree.
“I don’t think so, mate,” the jock emphasized the last word and swung her around.
In a smooth blur of motion, Adan once again stood in front of them. He looked directly at the demon. “Before this goes any further, do you have a problem dancing with me?”
“No problem at all.” Her cobalt eyes warmed with sexual heat, her gaze traveled from the top of his curly close-cropped black hair down to his expensive Italian loafers, giving him a slow seductive smile.

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Pukeably Crapacious...

I like it that pukeably crapacious never passes the spell check yet I put it in many sentences purely because I can.

I hope you are doing stuff that suits you too…

As night falls…

…in old Brizzie town, I just sent off my latest work to my editor. There is a great satisfaction in doing this. Why? Because it’s done and I can stop thinking about things my vampires would do and not do. But like anyone – writer or not – it’s good to have accomplished something and to be able to move on. Will I get a contract? Who knows? It’s a game of wait and see and no writer should ever expect one. That’s crazy talk man. I believe if you think you will always get a contract then you’re going to fall on your arse one day when you don’t.

Writer rule number one – have a thick skin.
Writer rule number two – expect nothing.
Writer rule number three – keep cellulite on arse to soften falls.

Whew – lucky rule number three is easy for me.

So, now I leave you with a brand new release from hot, new Ellora’s Cave author Kit Catlyn. The book – When Night Falls. Doesn’t that just conquer up all sorts of delicious images? It’s about a shapeshifter. Now, I have read this book. What I love about it is its so soulful and romantic while providing a heat that makes you gasp at the intensity and sigh with the passion of the characters. Not many books can do that but Kit Catlyn has achieved that. I didn’t regret buying it and neither will you. So click on the cover and enjoy.

When Night Falls by Kit Catlyn – out now at Ellora’s Cave.

The blurb…

A virile stranger strides into Taylor Cautrell's dreams and makes passionate love to her. Shortly after the dreams begin, Taylor rescues an injured wolf. The erotic dreams increase in intensity. The black wolf lies at her hearth during the day but disappears at night. Taylor doesn't believe in shapeshifters, but she's beginning to wonder if her black-haired, nighttime lover is a wolf. With each passing day, her passion for her wolf and for her nocturnal lover grows.

But Taylor's life is about to be shattered when she is stalked by the most deadly predator of all — man.

The excerpt…

Last night the dream came again, more haunting, more intense than any of its predecessors.
Her lover came to her. His eyes glittered gold, his hair black and luxuriant fell to his shoulders. He drew her nightshirt over her head, tossed it to the floor then took her hand. Together, they walked to a place deep in the forest.
Instead of the snows of winter, the warm scents of summer filled her nostrils. Wolves, with eyes that glittered amber like her lover’s, circled the two of them. The predators sat on their haunches, their tongues hanging out the sides of their mouths watching.
His cool thin lips closed over hers and instantly warmed. His tongue teased the deep wet cavern of her mouth. Her breath caught in her throat and her body arched against his.
Her fingers trailed down his lean, muscled body, feeling each rib and hard ab then lowered to circle the throbbing flesh pressed against her stomach. She marveled at the velvet texture of his cock as it quivered and jumped in her hands.
With a low growl, he tore his lips from hers, nipping kisses down to her small firm breast. Her arms fell limp to her sides as she dangled, boneless over his arm, her hair hanging down behind her. She gasped with pleasure as his moist tongue circled her nipple then his lips suctioned it into his mouth.
Her stomach muscles jumped as his hand slid down her stomach and cupped the soft wet mound between her legs. Bending on one knee, he lowered her to the ground.
She shifted, restless, as an occasional pine needle bit into her back. Her core throbbed with desire. She stared up into those strange glittering eyes. He held her gaze as he plunged into her. His engorged shaft moved in and out of her wet center, driving deeper and deeper in a rhythmic motion ’til the stars burst in the heavens and the wolves howled in unison to her cry of release.

….and it gets even better from there….

For the happiest life, rigorously plan your days, leave your nights open to chance. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966

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