This year I’m glad to be taking part in the Valentine’s Day Blog Hop at http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/.
Contest:
To enter this contest you must be 18 or over.
To enter for the chance to win a pdf download of Victory Stallion and a pdf download of Impassioned, send an email to katehill@sprintmail.com with Valentine’s Day Blog Hop in the subject line. I will be posting the winner’s first name and country on this blog, so in the body of the email please include your country and name (first name only) that you would like posted if you’re chosen as the winner.
The deadline to enter is midnight (EST) February 14, 2012. On February 15, 2012 a winner will be chosen at random from the entries.
Learn more about Victory Stallion and Impassioned below.
Thank you and good luck!
Kate
HORSEMEN 5: VICTORY STALLION
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Shapeshifter
Length: Novel
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Cover Art: Syneca
ISBN: 9781419917332
Purchase Links:Ellora’s Cave / All Romance Ebooks / Amazon / Barnes and Noble
Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Dream Stallion, Captive Stallion, Highland Stallion, Winter Stallion
Related Free Stories: Holiday in Hornview
Blurb:
From the first, Janelle and Wilder are meant to be together. He is everything she could want in a Horseman– handsome, charming and courageous. He literally sweeps her off her feet and takes her on breath stealing flights that make her heart soar even higher than his mighty wings can carry her.
Then her seemingly unstoppable mate is struck down. Wilder is slowly losing his vision and is forced to resign from the Fighting Carriers. Unwilling to see him give up, Janelle convinces him that she can be his eyes. Together they retake the skies in time to help save the Horseman race from a disease that threatens to destroy them.
The following excerpt from VICTORY STALLION is for readers 18 and over.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, cupping her breasts and gently squeezing them.
Janelle reminded herself not to moan with pleasure. She arched into his stroking hands and drew a sharp breath when he lifted one of her breasts and took the nipple between his lips. He sucked and nibbled, making the plump bud tighten even more.
Her legs went weak, yet somehow she managed to keep standing. Weaving her fingers through his hair, she gave herself over to him entirely. Wilder moved to her other nipple, sucking and licking until she gasped with desire.
When the pleasure of his touch became almost unbearable, he released her and said, “Don’t move.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, glancing at him as he searched through his trunk. He approached, another jar of salve in his hand. “It’s your turn for a rubdown. This isn’t strong like salve. It’s scented oil.”
Janelle chuckled. “I’ve never had a rubdown before.”
“Then you don’t know what you’re missing.” He oiled his hands, placed the jar on the floor beside her foot and stood, touching his fingers to her temples and rubbing gently. He caressed her face and rubbed the back of her neck and along her shoulders. His big, strong hands, slick with oil, felt so wonderful against her skin. His touch was never too rough, but he used the perfect pressure to soothe her.
As he caressed her back and ribs, Janelle closed her eyes and hoped she didn’t fall asleep standing up. The rubdown felt too good for words.
Finally he knelt behind her and kissed her buttocks. Between kisses, he squeezed and massaged her bottom. One of his hands slid around to her front and cupped her soft mound. He kneaded gently while running his tongue along the indentation between her ass cheeks.
Gasping, Janelle’s senses reeled. No longer did she feel sleepy, but aroused. While his tongue teased her ass, his warm, callused palm massaged her clit. He dipped his fingers into her pussy and gathered moisture, then he rubbed her clit again.
Janelle bit her lower lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. Her legs trembled and she doubted she could stand much longer without support.
As if sensing her crumbling control, Wilder grasped her waist and guided her face-first toward the wall.
“Brace your hands against it,” he said and she splayed her palms against the wood.
Again he knelt and kissed her bottom, then licked his way down one thigh and kissed the back of her knee while caressing her calf and ankle.
He moved to her other leg. This time when he kissed it, he slid two fingers inside her pussy and explored the hot, damp flesh.
“I don’t know if I can take much more,” she panted softly. “And I know I’m not going to be able to keep quiet much longer.”
Chuckling, he stood, grasped her waist and tugged her toward the trunk. She bent over it, her hands clutching the smooth sides. Slowly, gently, he entered her drenched pussy from behind.
“Wilder,” she gasped.
“I’m here, Luscious.”
“Don’t make me wait any longer.”
With a low groan of passion, he began thrusting into her, one hand braced firmly on her hip and the other fondling her clit.
Janelle closed her eyes and clung to the trunk, her heart pounding and entire body trembling with need. Nothing had ever felt this good.
MATE MARKS CURSED 2: IMPASSIONED
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Werewolf
Length: Novella
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-128-2
Purchase Links:Changeling Press / All Romance Ebooks / Fictionwise
Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Mate Marks Cursed, Mate Marks, Prowleryns, Fantasy Man
Related Free Stories: Hide and Seek, a Changeling Press Encounter
Blurb:
The brutal serial killer Tonia helped put away for life has escaped. To protect herself, she takes a job as a housekeeper on the private island of Dr. Juan Gino Perez.
Mysterious and appealing, Dr. Perez intrigues her from the first, but she soon realizes that her new home might be as dangerous as the one she left.
The victim of another scientist’s inhumane studies, Juan has bridged the gap between civilized man and primal beast. As if drawn by magic, he and Tonia can’t restrain the lust between them. Her love might be his only cure. He’s willing to risk anything — even his life — to keep her safe.
Willy the Carver’s about to learn that hunting the beast’s mate may be his last mistake…
The following excerpt from IMPASSIONED is for readers 18 and over.
A wave of dizziness swept over Tonia and she attributed it to yet another surprise. It seemed almost too much of a coincidence that Dr. Perez was researching the very type of person she was running from.
“Are you all right?” Dave asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I think the plane trip over affected me a little.”
“Then take the afternoon off and start tomorrow as I suggested,” Juan said.
Tonia tried to focus, but couldn’t keep her eyes open. She attempted to speak, but no words formed on her lips. She slumped forward against the table.
When she managed to open her eyes again, she found herself in Juan’s arms. He walked briskly down a long stone corridor. She moaned softly and tried to protest, but her limbs felt like lead.
“Did you give her enough?” Dave asked, though she couldn’t see him. She guessed he walked behind them.
“She’s fighting it. I’ll give her an injection when we get to the lab,” Juan replied, his voice deepening then fading as Tonia sank into blackness.
* * *
Juan strode down the long, narrow corridor in the basement of his mansion. Ever since his childhood this lab had been a source of intrigue and fear. His curiosity had prevented him from leaving when he should have. Now he was bound here unless. . .
Again Tonia stirred in his arms, but this time she didn’t wake. Emotions churned inside him and he struggled to repress them. What was it about this woman that tested the self-control he’d spent years building? The feelings she roused endangered everyone. When he’d spoken to her on the phone, he’d sensed bringing her here would be a mistake, yet strangely, she had been the only person to respond to his ad.
He disliked bringing her here under false pretenses, but he had no choice. His experiments required fresh samples from an untainted human. As soon as he gathered them, he’d send her away.
They entered his main lab where he placed her on the examination table. He and Dave acted quickly in gathering the necessary blood and skin samples, then while Dave immediately went to work, Juan picked up Tonia and carried her upstairs to her room.
When he placed her on the bed, she moaned softly and her eyes opened partway.
“What. . .what’s going on?” she murmured, her voice scarcely audible.
“Nothing,” he replied. Impulsively he caressed her hair. Touching her like this was wrong. It was dangerous. Love and lust were as forbidden to him as anger, happiness, fear. . .
She weakly reached for his hand and their fingers entwined.
“We know each other, don’t we?” she asked.
His brow furrowed. The drugs would make her irrational, but oddly he felt exactly the same way. When they’d first met earlier, he’d felt as if he’d been struck by an electrical shock. Whenever he was near her he wanted to touch her and when he did he wanted. . .
No! Even if she felt the same way it was impossible. Until he found a cure for himself, he couldn’t risk a physical or emotional relationship with anyone. He even worried about Dave living here, though the black-haired scientist could certainly take care of himself. He’d also proven that he could handle Juan at his worst. Without Dave’s help, Juan would have done away with himself long ago, not because he wanted to die but because of the danger he posed should he escape the island.
Tonia whispered too softly for him to hear, so he leaned closer. His heart skipped a beat. She was so lovely, though not in a conventional way. She had large, dark eyes, a softly rounded face and longish nose. Her lips were neither too thin nor too full, but perfect for kissing and since he’d moved nearer they were mere inches from him.
Instead of speaking again, Tonia touched a languid hand to his cheek, lifted her head the slightest bit and kissed him. It was the faintest touch, as she no doubt still felt weak from the drugs, yet the sensation was explosive. His heartbeat accelerated and he tingled all over. His cock swelled and ached and he longed to rip off their clothes and plunge into her soft, warm cunt.
He leaned even closer, pressing her deeper into the pillows.
Tonia moaned and opened her mouth to his probing tongue. Her tongue met it and he groaned, relishing her taste and warmth. Somehow she seemed to draw strength from his kiss. She caressed his bare scalp, loving the smoothness of it against her hands. Then she locked her arms around his neck, holding him even closer. Her full breasts pressed against him, arousing him even more.
Lust almost overwhelmed him and he nuzzled her neck. He tugged the scooped neck of her soft cotton top down even farther and lifted her breasts so they spilled over the material. Using his thumb, he pushed aside her satiny bra cup just enough to expose her nipple. Moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue, he closed his eyes and let desire wash over him. It had been so long since –
No! This wasn’t right. Not only was she drugged, but his emotions were quickly flying out of control. If he didn’t get away from her –
“Please,” she murmured, tugging his head toward her breasts. She arched her back, practically forcing her nipple into his mouth. Her pelvis thrust against his stiff cock and she murmured, “Juan, please.”
Another thrill shot through him. She wasn’t so drugged that she didn’t know what she was asking and from whom. Yet this couldn’t be.
Why not? Take what you fucking want. Your territory. Your desires. Your rule. It was the beast speaking, but the beast was so hard to resist. Impossible to resist when Juan’s emotions ran high.
Why had he asked Tonia to come here? He knew it was a mistake.
Because even on the phone the sound of her voice aroused you.
His instinct told him to take her.
Again his mouth claimed hers in a deep, rough kiss.
This time when she moaned he detected a hint of fear and protest. His tongue thrust into her mouth fast and hard, like he wanted to fill her cunt with his cock.
Again she moaned. He could smell her fear and arousal and hear the pounding of her heart.
His rapidly fading rational side made a final protest and he tore himself away from her.
“No!” he growled.
Tonia stared at him and through the drug induced haze he saw terror mixed with curiosity.
His teeth gritted and hands clenched into fists, he turned and strode out of the room. He ran down the corridor and two flights of stairs to the basement.
“Dave!” he bellowed.
“In the main lab.”
Juan grunted and approached his friend, though feelings of comradeship, gratitude and guilt quickly dissipated as other more primitive emotions took over.
“Dave,” he snarled through clenched teeth.
The black-haired man, who had been studying specimens under a microscope, turned to him with a look of concern.
“Lock me up,” Juan stated. His palms felt slick and he glanced down at his hands, noting he’d cut his palms with his nails that grew longer and sharper by the second. “Hurry! Before I change my mind.”
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