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Release Day for Love Times Three!

Mar 12, 2019 Filed under: book release, m/m, menage, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf

Love Times Three (Trillium Creek 2) is out now so grab yourself a copy or borrow it from KU!

If you love something let it go…

Brett thought letting Ryder go was the best way to show how much he loved him. Ryder would be free to find an omega and start the family he’d always wanted. Ryder doesn’t want anyone but Brett, and he will do whatever necessary to convince him they belong together.

If it comes back to you…

Cam is on the run from his pack. He’s not looking for love, but when he’s rescued by Brett, his childhood crush, he realizes those feelings he had for his former packmate haven’t faded. Then fate steps in when Cam meets Ryder, Brett’s alpha mate, and a bond is formed. Cam tries to fight his attraction to both men, but the pull he feels toward them may prove too strong.

It’s yours…

Ryder knows Cam is the omega he and Brett need to complete their dream of happily ever after. He’s their missing piece, and it will take them both to convince Brett the three of them belong together

If you haven’t started the Trllium Creek series yet, the prequel, Love at Lupine Bakery and Book 1, Love at Long Last are out now.

Love at Lupine Bakery

Autism Blog Hop

Apr 9, 2014 Filed under: m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, web event, werewolf

Today I’m participating in the Autism Blog Hop and I’m offering two ebooks from my backlist as a prize.

Fact: Autism affects the way a person communicates with, and relates to, other people. It also affects how they make sense of the world around them.

Communicating effectively can be a challenge for anyone. Sometimes you want to say something but you worry that the person you need to talk to will take it wrong or that you will hurt them. Or you might be traveling in a country where you don’t speak the language and you’re not sure if a few basic words and hand gestures will suffice to help you find what you need. As a writer I have stories in my head but I’m never sure if I’m going to be able to find the right words to tell that story to others and have them see it as I do.

Every human being has a unique perception of the world around them and we can’t always communicate what we see or feel to others. But those challenges we face are magnified many times over for those who have autism. For them, even the most basic communication with others may not be possible or may bring on so much frustration that they stop trying. Many years ago, I worked in a preschool and one of the boys in my class was autistic. You could see the frustration build as he attempted to interact with other kids. Most days he ended up pulling at his hair and kicking because the challenge was too much for him. I wanted so badly to help but I couldn’t see the world the way he did. It’s so easy to judge someone when they don’t react or behave as we expect—and I’ve certainly done that many times—but we never know what challenges that person might be facing.

PressurePointsFSMy latest release is Pressure Points, Book 2 in the Pisgah Mountain Wolves series.

It’s hard enough being an inn manager, serving at everyone’s beck and call, making sure all the guests are happy and the employees are paid on time. Add to that being a werewolf, a recovering alcoholic, and a pack leader. Add to that a brother who is trying to tear the pack apart and a dark past he can’t escape. Needless to say, Carl is under a lot of stress. Not helping: Justin, the inn’s human massage therapist—who Carl is trying not to fall for—has offered Carl a massage to “lower his stress levels.” As his boss, Carl can’t tell Justin his hands might lower stress levels, but they would raise something else.

Despite Carl trying to put him off, Justin won’t give in. Carl’s friends won’t leave him alone, and the divisions in the pack are near exploding. And it’s tourist season. The last thing Carl needs are wolf wars in the lobby. Like it or not, Carl is going to have to rely on Justin and the wolves who love him to teach him how to let go and get through everything without falling apart.

You can find Pressure Points at Dreamspinner, Amazon, ARe, and BN

 

BDSM Excerpt Week – Savage Wolf (Protect and Serve)

Oct 5, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, D/s, erotica, m/f, men in uniform, paranormal, shapeshifter, web event, werewolf

Protect and Serve: Savage Wolf by Silvia Violet

Blurb:
I’m Wolf, Officer Aidan “Wolf” Savage. I’m a werewolf. But unlike most of my kind these days, I’m one of the good guys even if I do scare the hell out of most people the first time they meet me. When a white-tailed deer shifter comes leaping into my life, she makes my body hotter than an erupting volcano. She’s on the run, and she doesn’t want my help. But I’m not about to let her get herself killed, and I’ll use any means necessary to keep her safe.

Excerpt:
I tried to make myself be a gentlemen and roll off my naked little shifter. But werewolves aren’t gentlemen. I heard her racing heart and smelled the hot cream between her legs, and my wolfish side begged me to shove her legs up onto her chest and bury my cock in her pussy. Then she shocked me by opening her legs and inviting me in. How could a man say no?

And, by all that’s holy, she said those four words that just about made me lose it before I’d even gotten inside. “I like it rough.” Just what an alpha wolf like me needs. A woman who appreciates my appetite.

When I drive into her, holding nothing back, she cries out. Her pussy holds me tight. I fight to hold still and let her adjust to my size. But she wraps her legs around my hips and bucks against me.

“More,” she begs, and I’m not about to deny her. I slide out nearly all the way. She whimpers.

I thrust back in, and she groans, “Yes.” After that I ride her hard and fast. She meets every stroke, slamming her hips against mine. I fuck her with brutal strength, and she keeps crying for more. I’m in heaven.

Her gorgeous breasts bounce up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. I can’t wait another second to get better acquainted with them.

I shift my weight to one arm, and use the other hand to cup the tantalizing flesh, which is as soft and smooth as it looks. I slide my thumb back and forth over her tightly puckered nipple, and I’m rewarded with a sharp cry.
I keep up the light, teasing strokes. She arches toward my hand, whimpering. I pinch and tug on the pink bud. She bucks so hard she nearly unseats me. “Yes, God, yes!” she cries.

I need one of those sensitive nipples in my mouth like I need to breathe. I grab her hips, holding her firmly on my cock as I sit back on my heels. She lets her torn dress and bra slide from her arms. Then she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up until she’s seated in my lap. Now I can lick and suck and bite those hard buds all I want while driving myself even deeper inside her tight, wet cunt.

As if she can read my mind, my doe pulls my head down to her breast. I draw a pink tip into my mouth and suck hard, letting my teeth sink in just enough for her to feel them. She cries out, digging her hands into my scalp. “Harder, oh God, harder. I . . .”

I glance up without letting go of her nipple, desperate to know what she wants to say. Her deep brown eyes are wide and filled with need. “I like it to hurt.”

I nearly choke around the hard flesh in my mouth. Have I died and gone to werewolf heaven? I bite hard enough to make her scream. She writhes against me. Before she’s recovered, I give her other nipple a vicious pinch.

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Ravaged Author Blog Hop – Annabeth Leong and DF Krieger

Aug 3, 2012 Filed under: book release, guest blogger, interview, paranormal, shapeshifter, web event, werewolf

Ravaged Promo Blog Hop – 5 blogs, 10 authors, 10 copies to be won!

Welcome to the Ravaged Author Blog Hop

To celebrate the release of Ravaged this weekend the authors have done a little Q&A hosted by five of the authors on their blogs.

Each blog features two interviews and if you comment you have a chance to win one of 10 PDF copies of Ravaged kindly donated by all the authors.

The blog links can be found below so please go and check out all the interviews.

An Interview with Annabeth Leong

About the Story

Title of your story, main characters and what it is about?

Title: The Arcadian Cure

Main characters: Kyle, Melissa, and the mysterious innkeeper Mrs. Stavrou.

Summary: A mysterious innkeeper’s warnings are part of the spooky thrill Kyle hopes to get when he climbs to the ruined altar of Zeus at the top of Greece’s Mt. Lykaion. The thrill turns to terror when Kyle returns from his expedition with the curse of the wolf. His girlfriend Melissa turns to the innkeeper for help, and discovers that the traditional “Arcadian cure” for the curse calls for sexual adventures far beyond what the couple has previously dared to try.

 

Where did you get the inspiration for your story?

I love researching myths and folklore in preparation for writing a story. I looked up a bunch of stuff about werewolves, and discovered that the ancient Greeks and Romans believed exhaustion could cure lycanthropy. In my story, the cure for the curse of the wolf requires a very particular kind of exhaustion…

 

Favorite line:

“Surely, you have seen what happens to a man after he spends his essence. That’s exhaustion. But be warned. The wolf is more…vigorous…than any normal man.”

 

About the Author

 

How long have you been writing and how did you become a writer?

I’ve been writing all my life, and I believe a person becomes a writer by practicing writing. Anyone who sits down and puts in the time on a regular basis deserves the title. I’ve been writing and publishing erotica specifically for about three years. For me, that was an exercise in self-acceptance. I let go of my ideas of what I ought to be writing and started writing what I wanted to write. It’s been tremendously freeing.

 

Have you got anything else out/due out?

In October, Breathless will publish my werewolf novelette, Not His Territory. It’s based on a different conception of werewolves from that in “The Arcadian Cure.” In Not His Territory, werewolves as a society are weighed down by legalistic traditions meant to keep their animal natures in line. The story is about the woman who inspires a Werewolf Council investigator to break out of that culture of restriction.

 

My other work includes The Six Swans, an erotic retelling of  the fairy tale, published by Coming Together; The Snake and the Lyre, an exploration of the shame and desire at the heart of the myth of Orpheus, published by Forbidden Fiction; and “Violets,” a modern-day lesbian fantasy about love spells, published in Circlet Press’s Like Hearts Enchanted. I write a lot of types of erotica, but it’s often based on folklore, or kinky, or lesbian, or some combination.

I keep a full list of available and forthcoming stories on my blog, http://www.annabethleong.blogspot.com/ and welcome anyone interested in other work to check it out. It’s currently running down the right side of the front page.

 

Top tip for writing/publishing?

The part of the process that a writer has control over is the writing. I recommend scheduling regular time to write and sticking to it. A person can’t help but get better at writing with frequent, faithful practice. Having a solid foundation of regular writing is the only way I can handle acceptance, rejection, revisions, and all the administration and emotion that go along with publishing.

 

Just for Fun

If you were a shifter what animal would you change into?

A wolf. I like the classics.

 

Favorite food and drink?

I am like a little kid. I love pizza, french fries, and milkshakes.

 

Favorite movie?

A short list: Tombstone, Legally Blonde, Clueless, and The Warrior’s Way. I have two quite opposite streaks of appreciation.

 

Boxers or Briefs?

Boxers.

 

Finish this sentence: I have never…

I have never worked my way through The Kama Sutra.

 

Stalker Links:

Blog: http://www.annabethleong.blogspot.com/

Twitter: @AnnabethLeong

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Annabeth-Leong/e/B007UUBXJU/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1343061693&sr=8-2-ent

E-mail: annabeth.leong@gmail.com

 

An Interview with DF Krieger

About the Story

Title of your story, main characters and what it is about?

Her Pride My Joy is about the BDSM style sexual relationship between a zookeeper named Tina and a shape shifting lioness named Kenya

 

Where did you get the inspiration for your story?

I often wonder what a zoo would be like after dark.

 

Favorite line:

She’d learned long ago that the darkness boasted things—creatures—that could be as cruel as they were kind.

 

About the Author

How long have you been writing and how did you become a writer?

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I don’t know how I became a writer, there’s been a book in my head and a pencil in my hand since I could draw and long before I could read.

 

Have you got anything else out/due out?

Quite a few books in both regards. You can check my website for me details.

 

Top tip for writing/publishing?

Edit your work before you send it to a publisher. Too often a manuscript is turned away because an author didn’t bother to even run a spell check.

 

Just for Fun

If you were a shifter what animal would you change into?

A panther, for sure!

 

Favorite food and drink?

Iced tea or Coca Cola and Long Grain Wild Rice (Uncle Ben’s Brand)

 

Favorite movie?

Practical Magic

 

Boxers or Briefs?

Neither…Nakey!!!

 

Finish this sentence: I have never…

Poked a badger with a spork.

 

Stalker Links:

http://dfkrieger.weebly.com

http://www.facebook.com/pages/D-F-Krieger/177107165643929

 

Inspired by Joe Blog Hop – Birthday Boy

Mar 16, 2012 Filed under: eye candy, free story, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf

This is one of my favorite pictures of Joe. Those arms! This shot inspired my character, Coleman Wilder. He stars in Finding Release which will be available this summer from Silver Publishing. For now, I’ll whet your appetite with a flash fic that takes place after Finding Release.

Birthday Boy by Silvia Violet

Jonah stood in the doorway of the barn watching Cole slide a pitchfork into the straw then chuck it into Snowdrop’s stall. The sight of Cole’s sculpted arms flexing as he worked had Jonah’s cock starting to swell. The white tank he wore and the low light made Cole’s skin look even more bronze than usual. His jeans hung low, nearly revealing the top of his firm ass.

Cole had been doing a lot more of the physical work on the farm during the summer. A few of the hands had moved on, and as desperate as many people were for work, a lot of them refused to work for a gay man especially one that was half werewolf. They’d been short-handed for months which meant Jonah hadn’t gotten as much time with his man as he’d like, but the work sure looked good on Cole.

Jonah licked his lips, wishing he were really there to seduce Cole rather than distract him. He glanced over his shoulder. Billy, the farm foreman, motioned for him to go on. Most of the hands were gathered around the bunkhouse. The cake sat on one of the tables outside, and a few men and women were busy bringing out the feast Jonah had requested for his lover’s birthday.

He breathed in the scent of the fresh straw Cole was spreading in the stalls. It reminded him of the first time he’d made love to Cole, right here, in this very barn. Between the sight of Cole all sweaty from hard work and the memory of what they’d done in one of the stalls, he had to reach down and readjust his now fully hard dick.

Cole leaned the pitch fork against the wall and stretched, reaching his arms above his head, flexing the muscles of his back. Jonah bit his lip to hold in a groan. Then Cole looked over his shoulder and grinned impishly. He’d known Jonah was there, probably smelled him as he walked toward the barn. Did he smell the cake too?

“Showing off for me?” Jonah asked.

Cole grinned. “Maybe. Will it get me what I want?”

“Hell, yeah.”

Cole looked him up and down, staring pointedly at the bulge in his pants. “Come here.” His low voice was full of command.

Jonah walked, keeping his pace slow.

Cole growled. He was in a fierce mood. And a rough go with him was exactly what Jonah wanted for lunch. Maybe he should just tell the men to eat the cake themselves.

As soon as Jonah was in arm’s reach, Cole yanked him against his chest. His eyes were dark with lust. “You want me to fuck you right here on the straw, don’t you?”

Jonah could  hardly breathe. “Yes.”

Cole slide his lips along Jonah’s neck and nipped at the tender skin. “I love the way your dirty minds works.”

Jonah nodded. “Mmmhmm.”

Cole kissed him, and he forgot all about birthdays and cake and lunches. His tongue tangled with Cole’s, and he pushed his hands under Cole’s tank top, sliding them over the sweaty muscles of his back.

Cole pushed one of his hands between them and cupped Jonah’s cock. Jonah arched into him. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted to fuck right now.

“Cole, you in here?” Billy called from just outside the barn.

Cole pulled away from Jonah’s lips long enough to yell. “No!”

“We need you out here.”

“I’m busy!”

Jonah fought the lust clouding his brain. They had to stop. He pushed at Cole’s chest, trying to break his hold. “You should see what he wants.”

Cole shook his head. “Later.”

“Cole, I need to talk to you now,” Billy hollered.

Cole let Jonah go. He scowled toward the door. “This better be good.”

Jonah grinned. “It is.”

Cole narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t?”

Jonah’s cheeks heated. He looked down at the floor.

“I told you not to make a fuss.”

“Just go out there.”

Cole grabbed Jonah’s hand and strode toward the door. Jonah had to jog to keep up. When the stepped outside, a shout of “Happy Birthday” went up from the gathered crowd.

Cole smiled graciously and color rose to his cheeks. Shep, one of hands Cole had known for years, carried the cake toward him. “Happy Birthday, Boss!”

“Thanks!”

Cole’s appreciation shown on his face. Jonah had been right to ignore his request for a quiet birthday. Cole squeezed Jonah’s hand as he blew the out the candles and everyone started to sing.

Later when most of the men and women were settled at the tables, tucking into a hearty lunch of barbeque and all the best fixin’s, Jonah leaned against a tree and watched, glad his plans had gone over smoothly. Cole came up behind him and pulled Jonah into his arms. He nuzzled Jonah’s neck. “You’re gonna pay for tricking me.”

Jonah laughed. “You love this.”

“I enjoy being with people I care about and seeing all of them happy, but you disobeyed me.”

Jonah shivered. “Then by all mean, you should punish me.”

“When I get you alone. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the week.”

Jonah was in the mood to tease though he knew his ass would pay for it later. “I thought the birthday boy got the spanking.”

Cole growled. Jonah could feel the vibration against his back. He sank into his lover’s arms, warm and content. Even when Cole was grouchy, he was the sexiest man Jonah had ever met. “I’ve got another surprise that you’ll like better.”

“You, naked and obedient?”

Jonah laughed. “We’ve got the rest of the day off, and no one’s allowed in the house unless there’s an emergency.”

Cole groaned and tightened his hold on Jonah. His hard cock pressed into Jonah’s back. He traced the outer edge of Jonah’s ear with his tongue. “It’s going to be a long, rough afternoon.”

Jonah sighed. “I’m counting on it.”

Meet Cole and Jonah in Finding Release. Available at Amazon or ARe.

Hump Day Eye Candy, November 30

Nov 30, 2011 Filed under: eye candy, werewolf Tags: , , ,

My favorite werewolf!

Dinner with a Hero – Marc Devlin

Oct 21, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, D/s, excerpts, m/m, menage, paranormal, sci fi, shapeshifter, werewolf

Today I’ll be cooking for Marc Devlin, captain of Shifter’s Station. The four stories in this collection are some of my earliest publications and Marc is a character I think about a lot. Though he’s not always good at expressing it, the love he has for Kirlos and Larissa moves me to tears when I look back at these stories.

Marc grew up in a coastal Terran town and often laments that he can’t get good Terran seafood on his remote space station. Tender, melt in your mouth scallops are his favorite so I’ll make those, coconut couscous, and roasted asparagus. We’ll finish the meal with a dense piece of cheesecake with cherry topping.

I love these seared scallops from Alton Brown.

Coconut milk gives couscous a delicious creamy flavor.

Roated Asparagus: Break off tough ends of asparagus stalks. If you hold the stalk in the middle and snap the end with the other hand, it will usually break in the right place. Place the stalks on a foil-line baking sheet. Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with coarse salt. Place under the broiler for approximately 10 minutes or until they start to brown and are tender.

This cherry cheesecake is amazing!

Excerpt from Book 1 of the Shifter’s Station Collection

Available from Amazon, ARe, and Changeling Press

The commander cut off whatever Captain Devlin was going to say. “I have the ability to probe your mind to determine if you’re telling the truth. And if you are lying, I can compel the truth from you.”

Larissa studied him for a moment. He seemed sincere and somewhat dismayed by the captain’s brusque manner. “Do it.”

She felt pressure on her head, as if someone were mashing the heel of their hand against her forehead. Then the pressure turned to pain. It grew sharper until it felt like a needle was boring into her skull.

She felt tension radiating from Adesta. “Stop fighting it.”

“I… can’t. I don’t –”

Then the pain spread as if her skull had cracked. She fell to her knees, panting. The world began to go black. But just before she passed out, the pain disappeared.

“Fires of hell, she’s strong.”

The captain snorted. “Did you get through?”

“Yes, she’s telling the truth.”

Thank the gods. They would have to let her go now. Larissa heard the men speaking, but they sounded very far away. A dull pounding still echoed in her head. Nothing like the tearing pain of the scan, but she still wasn’t sure she could stand.

Then she felt a hand on her arm. It was the commander. She wanted to refuse his assistance, but she didn’t want to be on her knees in front of the captain. He was arrogant enough without her prostrating herself like a slave.

When the commander helped her to her feet, she stepped away and forced herself to focus on Devlin. His dark eyes were narrow and cold. “Who taught you to shield your thoughts?”

“My boss.”

Devlin raised his brows. “You need this ability often on cargo runs?”

“When you take these kinds of jobs, you do.”

He laughed. “I suppose you are right. Federated Transport isn’t exactly a legitimate business.”

“And yours is?”

Adesta’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “You seem to be losing your touch, Captain. You usually have them trembling in their boots by now.”

Larissa just managed to keep from rolling her eyes. The captain might be one delightfully put together man, but she had no intention of rolling over for him. “Can I go now?”

Devlin scowled. “No.”

“The commander has established my innocence.”

“He has established that you were unaware that the weapons were faulty. But I still have one dead crewman and several more injured. Someone has to pay.”

“Yes. That someone is my bastard of a boss.”

“But he’s not here, and you are.”

“Captain.” The warning glare in the commander’s eyes gave Larissa hope he might convince his superior to let her go.

“She stays.”

Larissa’s heart pounded. “You can’t be serious.”

He gave a cold smile. “I’m always serious.”

Larissa clasped her hands behind her back to hide their shaking. “You can’t just keep me here.”

“I can do anything I damn well please.”

“But –”

The captain stepped toward her. She stabbed her nails into her palms, hoping the pain would dull her fear and help her hold her ground.

Devlin grasped the single braid that hung down her back and jerked her head to the side. “I am the law here. No one questions what I do. If I wanted to shove you out an airlock, that’s exactly what I’d do. No one would dare protest.”

She held her breath, and commanded her suddenly rubbery legs to keep her upright.

He let her go and stepped back. “Fortunately for you, I have something far more pleasant in mind as repayment for your crimes.”

Larissa’s lungs burned, but she couldn’t seem to fill them with air. She forced herself to look him in the eye. “I have no intention of letting you punish me for a crime I didn’t commit.”

Adesta smirked. “I like her spirit.”

The captain stared at her intently. “So do I. The spirited ones are so much more fun to break.”

Larissa’s heart hammered against her chest. She knew her eyes were wide and her fear shone all too plainly. She felt like a rabbit cornered by a wolf — a big bad wolf with plans to eat her.

Now why the hell did that thought make her body feel hot and tight? She was so damn wet she’d likely soaked through her flight suit. What was wrong with her?

Devlin took a long, deliberate inhale. “Mmm. I think she likes us more than she wants us to know.”

Shit! The last thing she needed was for him to be aware of how she was responding to them. She needed to convince them to let her go. But before she could think of anything to say, Devlin’s lips curled up in a wicked smile.

“Since you seem so interested in the issue of fairness, why don’t we strike a bargain?”

“What bargain would that be?” Larissa mentally cursed the quaver she heard in her voice.

His smile widened. “I will spend the next two hours convincing you that you want to stay. If you can resist, you go free. If you can’t, you agree to remain on the station as my servant for the next month.”

Larissa took a deep breath. Her initial reaction was to tell him to go to hell, but something told her this might be her only way off the station. “How will you convince me to stay?”

“That’s my secret, but you have my word you will come to no harm.”

“Why should I trust you?”

The captain’s face froze, and a sound too like an animal’s growl rose from his chest.

Larissa glanced at Adesta. He shook his head. “I wouldn’t go down that road if I were you.”

“Fine. If I were to lose, which I have no intention of doing, how would you expect me to serve you?”

The captain’s smile returned instantly. “With every last inch of your naked body.”

Giving An Alpha Male the Partner He Deserves

Aug 29, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, D/s, erotica, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf

I love alpha males. I fell in love with the romance genre in my teens as I devoured book after book with big, dominating dukes, earls, knights and Civil War soldiers. As paranormal romance grew in popularity, I discovered that werewolves and vampires make delicious alpha males, too. But the problem with so many of these late 80s/early 90s romances were the heroines. I loved these books when I read them but when I think back on many of them now, I realize that many of the heroines were TSTL (Too Stupid To Live). Pathetic simpering little things, just the type who would turn her ankle in high heels while running from a chainsaw wielding zombie.

Almost every story I’ve written whether m/f, m/m/f, or m/m has an alpha male hero. Their characters call to me and fuel my fantasies but I always fear sticking them with a TSTL partner, something they certainly don’t deserve. Nor do I believe such a pairing could last. The perfect partner for an alpha male whether he be gay or straight is someone smart and sexy and willing to stand up to all that dominant energy when necessary. Alphas don’t need doormats but rather true partners. An alpha male’s partner’s personality shouldn’t be overshadowed by the alpha. When I read a romance, I want both people in the relationship (or all three if it’s a ménage) to be equally interesting even if I chose the book for the delicious alpha.

I hope that I’ve succeeded in giving my alphas the partners they deserve. Officer Wolf of Savage Wolf sets his sights on a deer shifter. But Natalie is no missish little herbivore. She is a strong, sexy woman who knows what she wants and asks for it. She outsmarts Wolf numerous times and makes sure he knows that she is his equal even if she wants to be his servant in the bedroom. Read an excerpt below.

In Sex on the Hoof, the sequel to Savage Wolf, Drew Danvers is a dominating vampire detective who could easily overpower a weak-willed partner. But deer shifter, Jason Fleetfoot. is a perfect match. He’s nearly as strong physically and as a forensic chemist he has skills that Drew admires. Jason isn’t willing to simply be a bloodslave for his vampire lover. He wants a true partnership. Read an excerpt here.

Excerpt from Savage Wolf:

I’m Wolf, Officer Aidan “Wolf” Savage. I’m a werewolf. But unlike most of my kind these days, I’m one of the good guys even if I do scare the hell out of most people the first time they meet me.

I’m a damned good cop. If I’m tracking a criminal, he doesn’t stand a chance of getting away. I love the chase, the takedown, the chance to be scary-as-hell, but there’s one thing I hate about this job: stakeouts.

That’s what tonight is all about, sitting in a hot, muggy car, eating doughnuts and watching the woods for signs of life. Man what I wouldn’t give for a beer right now. And a warm house and a warm woman. OK, that train of thought isn’t doing a damn thing for me. Because my partner and I are stuck right here, until we see something, or the sun comes up.

Jacobson, my partner, crushes his paper coffee cup and tosses it in the bag that serves as a trashcan. “I so don’t want to do this shit tonight.”

I don’t think his comment deserves a response so I take a sip of my own coffee, which is damn near empty too.

Jacobson stares hard at the fence outside his window. “Do you actually think we’re going to see anything? Anyone could have dumped those bodies by the park. Why would they come back now?”

We’re parked along the outer perimeter of City Park. In its heyday it was a place for city residents to relax, have a picnic, get some exercise, and remember what trees actually looked like. When the economy went south, the city stopped maintaining it. Now it’s an overgrown eyesore used primarily by the homeless, drug addicts, and kids looking for a thrill.

The department is constantly getting complaints about the vermin that thrive in the undergrowth, both animal and human. But recently, the volume of calls about trouble in the park has increased, and two teenagers were found dead at the park’s northern gates last night. They’d been shot, execution style.

I take another sip of coffee before responding to Jacob’s questions. “We’ve had too many complaints and none from the usual suspects. Something’s up.”

“Gang initiation?” Jacobson suggests.

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

His eyes narrow. “You smell something, don’t you?”

I nod. Under the smells of sex, beer, and greasy food, there’s an odd chemical odor. I can’t place it, but I’m certain it doesn’t belong in the park. It hadn’t been there a few months ago when I’d pulled the short straw and been sent to run off a bunch of kids who’d come out here to party.

Before I can describe the smell to Jacob, I hear distant footsteps pounding the pavement. “Someone’s running this way. Someone fast.”

Jacob nods. I doubt he can hear a thing, but he’s learned to trust my non-human ears without question. A few seconds later, a woman comes into view. She’s wearing a sundress and a pair of high-heeled sandals so I doubt she’s running for her health. Not that any sane woman would be in this part of town at night.

She has straight, reddish brown hair that swings past her waist. Her heavy round breasts are barely contained by her dress. Long shapely legs reach out for the ground, making my cock sit up and say hello. Her strides are so long she’s practically leaping.

She’s moving faster than any human should be in shoes like that. The wolf inside begs me to chase her for the sheer thrill of apprehending such a hot piece of flesh. But my cop instincts tell me this woman is our key to what’s actually going on in the park.

Jacobson reaches for the door handle, but I lay a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Not yet.”

“She’s not out for an evening jog, Wolf. Someone’s chasing her.”

“Exactly. And we need to know who and why.”

Jacobson frowned. “While letting her get killed in the process?”

I know my partner’s right to protest, but my instincts tell me to take the risk.

The whine of a motorcycle engine grows louder. The woman runs past us and reaches the entrance to the park at the end of the block. The motorcycle driver guns his engine. He’s only a block away. I watch as he pulls out a gun.

“Now?” Jacob asks.

“Now.”

We exit the car and scale the fence, dropping down into the park, making our way through the thick undergrowth until we see the path. The motorcycle turns into the park and blows past us.

The woman darts into the woods up ahead. As she disappears, I swear I see the upraised white tail of a deer.

The driver fires a shot into the woods. Jacobson raises his gun and aims for the bike’s tires. He misses. My heart pounds. If my instincts were wrong, if this woman died because I hesitated, I’ll never forgive myself.

Suddenly an enormous stag leaps out of the woods directly in the motorcycle’s path. The driver swerves. The bike falls on its left side, crushing the driver under it, as it skids to a stop.

My werewolf speed brings me to the carnage ahead of Jacobson, I touch the driver’s neck, checking for a pulse. Nothing. He’s dead.

I turn toward Jacobson and shake my head. The deer lies several feet ahead, his legs twitching. I ready my gun to put him out of his misery, but I stop cold when his scent hits my nostrils.

Jacobson reaches for his weapon. “Shouldn’t we –”

I hold up my hand signaling him to stop. “He’s a shifter.” I start to tear off my uniform, preparing to shift. Now I know why I’d seen a white tail disappear into the woods. The long legs, the hair the color of a deer’s fur, the superhuman speed. Our runner’s no more human than I am. I turn to Jacobson. “Call this in and get us some backup. I’m going after the woman.”

“Wait,” he calls, but I’m already in my lupine form. I breathe in the scents of the night, damp leaves, warm earth, a few rodents. Then I catch her scent, deer mixed with the delicious musk of sweaty human female. My wolf salivates, eager for a chase.

I keep my nose low to the ground until the scent grows stronger. My ears prick. I can hear her breathing. I’m close. So close. She’s hiding, but I know I’ll flush her out. I wait for several long seconds.

She bursts from a tangle of bushes twenty feet or so ahead. And the chase is on. I tear after her, my wolf rejoicing in the freedom to run, to chase, to catch. But while my wolf is hungry for deer meat, my human side is hungry for this female in a whole different way.

I’m closing in. Her scent surrounds me. Sweat and fear and… whoa… sex. Bambie is as turned on by the chase as I am. Maybe this interrogation is going to be a whole lot more fun than I’d imagined.

Savage Wolf is available at ARe!

Jun 13, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, book release, erotica, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

Protect and Serve: Savage Wolf is now available at ARe! I’m so excited about sharing this book with all the readers there. Here’s a little taste to whet your appetite….

Savage Wolf by Silvia Violet

I’m Wolf, Officer Aidan “Wolf” Savage. I’m a werewolf. But unlike most of my kind these days, I’m one of the good guys even if I do scare the hell out of most people the first time they meet me. When a white-tailed deer shifter comes leaping into my life, she makes my body hotter than an erupting volcano. She’s on the run, and she doesn’t want my help. But I’m not about to let her get herself killed, and I’ll use any means necessary to keep her safe.

Excerpt:
I tried to make myself be a gentlemen and roll off my naked little shifter. But werewolves aren’t gentlemen. I heard her racing heart and smelled the hot cream between her legs, and my wolfish side begged me to shove her legs up onto her chest and bury my cock in her pussy. Then she shocked me by opening her legs and inviting me in. How could a man say no?

And, by all that’s holy, she said those four words that just about made me lose it before I’d even gotten inside. “I like it rough.” Just what an alpha wolf like me needs. A woman who appreciates my appetite.
When I drive into her, holding nothing back, she cries out. Her pussy holds me tight. I fight to hold still and let her adjust to my size. But she wraps her legs around my hips and bucks against me.

“More,” she begs, and I’m not about to deny her. I slide out nearly all the way. She whimpers.
I thrust back in, and she groans, “Yes.” After that I ride her hard and fast. She meets every stroke, slamming her hips against mine. I fuck her with brutal strength, and she keeps crying for more. I’m in heaven.

Her gorgeous breasts bounce up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. I can’t wait another second to get better acquainted with them.

I shift my weight to one arm, and use the other hand to cup the tantalizing flesh, which is as soft and smooth as it looks. I slide my thumb back and forth over her tightly puckered nipple, and I’m rewarded with a sharp cry.

I keep up the light, teasing strokes. She arches toward my hand, whimpering. I pinch and tug on the pink bud. She bucks so hard she nearly unseats me. “Yes, God, yes!” she cries.

I need one of those sensitive nipples in my mouth like I need to breathe. I grab her hips, holding her firmly on my cock as I sit back on my heels. She lets her torn dress and bra slide from her arms. Then she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up until she’s seated in my lap. Now I can lick and suck and bite those hard buds all I want while driving myself even deeper inside her tight, wet cunt.

As if she can read my mind, my doe pulls my head down to her breast. I draw a pink tip into my mouth and suck hard, letting my teeth sink in just enough for her to feel them. She cries out, digging her hands into my scalp. “Harder, oh God, harder. I . . .”

I glance up without letting go of her nipple, desperate to know what she wants to say. Her deep brown eyes are wide and filled with need. “I like it to hurt.”

I nearly choke around the hard flesh in my mouth. Have I died and gone to werewolf heaven? I bitehard enough to make her scream. She writhes against me. Before she’s recovered, I give her other nipple a vicious pinch.

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Free Story – Savage Wolf: Stress Relief

May 9, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, erotica, free story, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf

A few weeks after the end of Savage Wolf……

Stress Relief by Silvia Violet

As soon as I see my doe, my cock hardens in appreciation. By the end of my day from hell, I wanted to fall in bed and sleep for a week. Not anymore. I want to fuck Natalie until she screams.

She turns and looks at me. Her mouth drops open. My uniform shirt is ripped and blood-stained. I have cuts and bruises on my face and the knuckles of one hand are swollen all to hell. Damn good thing I’m a werewolf or I might not have survived.

She frowns. “What happened?”

I snarl, not wanting to talk about it. “Rough day.” She raises a brow, looking like she finds my explanation inadequate. “Strip!” I growl.

She tries to look shocked, but I can smell her need. Her pussy is already creaming for me. If she were in deer form her tail would be lifted and her ears twitching, but she’s all woman, and she’s mine.
I growl, long and low, wanting to make her just a little scared. “I’ve been shot at, stabbed, and beaten near to unconsciousness. I need a hard, rough fuck, and I need it now.”

Natalie smiles. “I can handle that.”

God, I love my doe. “Strip and put your hands on the wall.”

Natalie presses her lips together like she’s fighting a smile. She unzips the barely- there sundress she’s wearing and lets it fall to the floor, her eyes never leave mine. God save me, she’s not wearing anything underneath, not even the little scraps of lace she calls panties. With a pert smile she runs her hands over her body, tugging her nipples and letting one hand snake between her fur-covered pussy lips.

I nearly choke watching the hot show. “Ma’am turn around and put your hands on the wall.” She ignores me and slides her fingers over her clit and deep between her legs. “Don’t make me have to get rough with you.”

She laughs and turns around. Her hands hit the wall with a splat, and she arches her back, sticking her ass out at me. “Flaunting an ass like that is cause for arrest in this state, ma’am.”

She looks back over her shoulder and wiggles her ass. “You going to take me in, Officer?”

“Hell no, I’m going to punish you right here. What do you think you deserve for such a blatant display”

She sticks out her bottom lip, pretending to pout. “Have mercy on me, Officer.”

I snort. “Mercy? You’re not getting any mercy from me.” I’m out of my clothes in seconds. I perfected fast changes after the department bitched at me for tearing up too many uniforms when I shifted. I step up behind her and cover her hands with mine as I let my cock brush against her ass. “You carrying any weapons, ma’am?”

My sexy little doe turns and and whispers in my ear. “Why don’t you see if you can find some?”

I’m torn between keeping up the game and burying my cock in her that very second. I need her badly. Hell, I always need her badly.

I slide my hands down her arms and around to her breasts, seizing her nipples between my fingers.She gasps and shoves her ass back against my cock as I pull and pinch the hard buds. “These are fucking lethal. I’m definitely going to have to do something about that. I roll them between my fingers, pinching hard.

She moans and writhes under my hands. “Officer, please!”

I laugh. “What else you hiding, ma’am?”

I reluctantly let go of her breasts and slide my hands across her stomach. I pull her tight against me, holding her still with a hand on her belly. The other I use to separate her pussy lips, sliding my fingers across her clit. She bucks and cries out, “Wolf, please! I can’t-”

I love that she’s so turned on she’s forgetting to play along. I press her against me even harder. “I plan to do a very thorough search. My fingers glide through her hot cream. I thrust them deep into her pussy. She lays her forehead against the wall, whimpering and working herself on my fingers. I pump her a few times, then slide them out and let her go.

I take my hand off her belly and move it to the back of her neck, pinning her against the wall while I find her asshole with my cream-coated fingers. I circle the tight hole before seeking access.

“No, Officer, not there,” she moans, remembering our game through her haze of lust. “I slide my finger in and out then add the second one.” She whines and circles her hips working my fingers deeper. I hold still and let her ride me. I wish it was my cock there, but I can’t wait long enough to find the lube.

I slip my fingers from her body and she gasps. I wrap a hand around one of her hips and use the other hand to position my cock at the entrance to her pussy, hot cream coats my cockhead, and a growl escapes me. My claws ache to come out. My wolf can’t wait any longer. “Are you ready to take the punishment you deserve for your crimes?”

“God, yes!” She arches her back. My cock slips inside her. The hot clasp of her pussy undoes me. No more games. No more holding back. I drive into her, and she cries out.

I take both her hips in my hands, tilting her so I can go as deep as possible. My strokes are hard and fast, shoving her into the wall.

“Yes, Wolf! Please!” she screams. She likes it rough as much as I do. I’m not going to last long this time though. The adrenaline from my day is still kicking around in my system and now that I’m inside her I’m ready for the explosion that’s been building for hours.

I slide a hand around to her clit, scissoring it between my fingers. “Yes! Fuck, yes! She writhes against my hand, and her pussy clenches my cock. With an unrestrained cry, she goes over, writhing against my hand, spasming around my cock. It’s too much. I bury myself to the balls and pump out my come into her warmth.

We both collapse against the wall and slowly sink to our knees. She turns to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed, her doe eyes sparkling, a wicked grin on her face. “Feel free to take out your frustrations from work on me any day.”

I smile. “You know I will.”

Like Wolf and Natalie? Read more of them in Savage Wolf.

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