tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640495900909855063.post1400894687100937747..comments2023-09-23T08:03:13.292-07:00Comments on Storm Goddess Book Reviews & More: Monday Blues Promotion October 29Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177290366315552643noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640495900909855063.post-83344153612192700042012-10-29T11:13:28.331-07:002012-10-29T11:13:28.331-07:00This little excerpt is from my new release 7 Days ...This little excerpt is from my new release 7 Days of Seduction. Ashley has awakened after a party to find a video of herself and her ex-boyfriend in a menage with a gorgeous stranger. She's watching herself in the video doing very un-Ashley-like things to the hunk.<br /><br />Ashley propped herself up on her elbows, inches from the screen, clutched her hair, eyes riveted as the door opened and Mr. Hunk walked in. Yeah, a hunk, no question about it. A smile curled up on one side of his lips, in fact, and the sudden gleam in his eye made her swallow hard.<br /><br />He strode over to stand behind her for a moment, then grabbed her arm and pulled her to stand in front of him. Ashley looked into his face, cocked her head, and smiled at him.<br /> <br />"Hi."<br /><br />"Hi, Ash. Mind if I join you?" <br /><br />He knows me? How does he know me? <br /><br />On-screen, Ashley grabbed his face, pulled him to her and fastened her lips to his.<br /><br />WTF? Ash gawked at the couple as her alter-ego ran her hands down the guy's back and squeezed his ass.<br /> <br />Oh, hell. I did not just do that. Why can't I remember any of this? And oh, oh…<br /><br />She deepened the kiss, her jaw widening, then his. She pressed her naked breasts against his chest.<br /><br />I so wish I could remember this. Her body did and started humming. So agonizing to watch but not be able to feel. <br /><br />7 Days of Seduction. Jenna Jaxon. http://www.amazon.com/7-Days-of-Seduction-ebook/dp/B009VK5ZIM%3FSubscriptionId%3DAKIAJBDF5XQBATGDX4VQ%26tag%3Dspea06-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB009VK5ZIM<br /><br />Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10308158251486924808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640495900909855063.post-16848638298667020882012-10-29T09:42:58.801-07:002012-10-29T09:42:58.801-07:00I whined softly before nodding and then stretching...I whined softly before nodding and then stretching slowly, a yawn splitting my jaws as I curled up where I stood, feeling the warmth of my brother and sister as they wandered up against me and coiled with me. They were only affectionate when it was time for sleep, but I wasn’t too bothered. I preferred to be alone, to have time where I was able to just wander along without a care in the world. <br /><br />As I yawned, I heard the two echoes from either side of me before dropping my head onto my paws and falling back into the sleep that I needed. My dreams were filled with images of the hunt; my paws pummelled the ground and my ears were perked. Blood was redder than red in the dream, the taste so hot and spicy that I woke myself up when a soft, mournful cry sounded, shocking me into wakefulness. I growled quietly, launching myself onto my paws and then looking about. <br /><br />There was nothing to be seen, no wolf with their head lifted in song. I was confused, my siblings scurrying forwards to stand at my side and looking around to try and work out why I was so alert. I turned to look at them, my head tilted as I watched the pair of them. They were always together; more of a pack than I was by myself and probably less skilled in the ‘hunt’.<br /><br />I still remembered the time when I hunted my first mouse alone, catching only the fourth one that I attempted. I shivered at the memory of hot blood and flesh in my muzzle, splattering the white of my neck and throat with rusty spots while I devoured my first ever kill. Mom and dad still didn’t know, still had no idea that while I wandered alone I was practising the skills I needed to succeed with my first ever hunt. I growled in excitement before looking earnestly at my brother and sister.<br /><br />“Have either of you hunted yet? I mean practised the way hunting is meant to happen?” I had to help them out; though we had a lot of rivalry, they were still my brother and sister and we still needed to stick together. Mom had to show that we were strong pups, and I had it in my mind to make this hunt the best one of any pups the elders had seen. I quivered slightly, my ears perked as I wagged my tail, my sister the one who spoke first.<br /><br />“Why would we hunt? We get fed ourselves; we only have to hunt once we’re six moons old.” I growled, frustrated and annoyed enough to snap at her nose, making her step back and whine in confusion.<br />“You do need to learn to hunt! The elders will laugh at you otherwise and then you’ll end up as the bottom of the pack, the Omegas. I don’t want that for you, you’re my family, as much as I hate you both at times. We may fight but you are still the only brother and sister I have.”<br /><br />They seemed shocked by the words which I uttered, for the first time in memory. I didn’t normally like the pair, but I wanted them to understand that I didn’t really hate them. I flicked an ear before uttering a soft howl and stalking forwards, moving through them as water flowed between Mom’s legs when she was stood in the stream. A shiver ran through my body, my eyes burned with heat and I fixated on the rustling leaves where the wind was blowing them about. <br /><br />I slowed as I walked, my paws touching lightly on the ground as my chest lowered and my rump remained in the air. I wiggled, adjusting my paws and tensing the slightly muscled hind-legs which helped me in my pounce. I landed on the leaf without a single moment of hesitation or pause. Stone-growl wasn’t too bothered, but Frost-song was engrossed, her own body swaying in the position I’d taken up. I watched her, nodding encouragingly before springing forwards in a clumsy pounce that drew Stone-growl’s attention. I watched as they began to pounce each other, my head tilted slightly.<br /><br />Wolfsong. Dominique Goodall. https://www.facebook.com/DominiqueGoodallAuthorWaterSingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03587255750014553552noreply@blogger.com