Sunday, October 26, 2008

Blurb of Greek Temptation

Greek Temptation
By L.A. Day
Releasing December 12th from Ellora’s Cave.

Haunted by dreams, Samantha Bastille paints a castle ruins only to discover the ruins exist. In Greece, she finds more than the ruins. Lykaios Diotrephes owns the ruins and invites her to stay at his villa. He’s tall, dark and gorgeous and just a glance sends shivers down her spine.

Mate with me or die, is the most romantic line.

Lykaios is alpha and with one day until the Herangetta, mating ritual, he must convince Samantha to mate with him. He knows that if she doesn’t she’ll die. How do you convince someone of lycan customs if they don’t believe in lycans? Lykaios and Arcas, his second, seduce Samantha but will she accept them both, for life?

This contains m/m/f & m/m erotic scenes.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Unwrapped Gift

The Unwrapped Gift
by L.A. Day
Copyright 2008

Janna threw up her hand as bright light blinded her. Squinting she glanced away for a second. From the corner of her eye, she saw the silhouette and swerved toward the ditch. Slamming on her brakes, she skidded as she craned her neck looking for the naked man that had appeared out of nowhere.

Throwing open her car door, she hoped out. Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she ran to the other side of her car. Her gaze scoured the road, ditch and underside of her car. “Damn. I really must need a good fuck if I’m picturing naked men in the middle of nowhere.” She chuckled as she shook her head. “And now I’m talking to myself.”

She slid behind the wheel and threw the car in gear. On this deserted stretch of road, there wasn’t any reason to look before she pulled out unless she thought another stud was about to appear. Turning up the radio, she began to whistle. Movement in the rearview mirror caught her eye and her whistle turned to a gasp.

Her foot eased off the gas as she stared in disbelief. “How the hell did you—” Looking over her shoulder, her gaze devoured the naked man and the car swerved toward the ditch again.

Moving faster than she thought possible, he lunged over the seat righting the car. His bare chest leaned over her shoulder. His arms engulfed her and the tantalizing scent of warm male teased her senses. Up close, his skin was golden, unblemished perfection. She licked her lips.

“You may wish to apply the brake.”

“Hmm.” She met his azure gaze.

“The brake?” She raised a brow. “Oh.” She hit the pedal hard. An unintelligible sound slipped from between his lips as he slid forward. “Oops.”

For a large man, he maneuvered with ease as he hoped over the passenger seat. She blinked and tried not to stare at the hugely impressive cock that rose from between his muscled thighs.

“Do you wish for me to drive or are you capable of handling this vehicle?”

She furrowed her brow. “Who are you? How did you get in my car and where are your clothes?”
“I am Tesar. I was sent to you and I do not have Earthling clothing.”

Oh great! A fucking lunatic. Her gaze lowered and she wondered if it would be wrong to fuck his brains out before she called the police.

A smug grin curled the corner of his lips. “We may fuck now but why do you wish to call the police?”

“What did you say?”

“You wish to fuck me then call police.”

“How—” Her eyes narrowed on him. Could he read her mind?

“Yes,” he replied. Wrapping his hand around her arm, he tugged her closer and she didn’t resist. “I know your thoughts, your needs and desires.”

“Oh god.”

“Not a God, just a servant. I am the pleasure master.”


His eyes glittered as he lowered his head. “That is the idea.”

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Sneak Peek at Sin of the Past

Sin of the Past
By L.A. Day

Copyright 2008
Release date TBD: Cobblestone Press

The past has a way of catching up with you and sometimes you’re glad it does. Freshly divorced, Sara is skipping town and looking for adventure. However, she’s about to discover an erotic adventure with the one man she thought she’d lost forever.

Cein Creedon walked away from Sara when she chose another man over him. However, she’s free now and Cein has waited about as long as he can. It’s time he reminds her why he was nicknamed Walking Sin.


Blood began to pump rapidly through her veins as she gazed at him. He looked like a man who would know how to please a woman. She looked at his large hands, with long, tapered fingers as he raised his fork to his mouth. His generously full lips parted, and his hand hesitated. She glanced up to meet his gaze across the room. Her breath caught in her throat. He had dark eyes, almost black, and they burned into her flesh.
An erotic film rolled through her mind. Stretched out naked on a bed, her body contorted in pleasure as a man feasted between her thighs. Her pussy spasmed in urgent release, and the man’s head rose. Those same black eyes gleamed at her from a face years younger.

Sara gasped as her panties dampened with familiar need. It couldn’t be, not after all these years. “Cein Creedon,” she whispered, her lips trembling.

Cein, better known as Walking Sin, back in town after all these years. Grabbing her purse, she threw a twenty on the table and ran from the restaurant. Sprinting to her car, she slammed the compact’s door and gunned the engine. She had to get away before she embarrassed herself beyond redemption. Small towns were known for gossip and ever since Mike left, she’d been hiding from the whispers of failure. She could only imagine the reaction if she spread herself on Cein’s table and asked for a repeat performance of the one unfinished night they’d shared. At that thought, her upper thigh muscles tightened, and her pussy gushed. Damn, she needed a man. A mindless fuck with an anonymous stranger ought to ease her lust. An annoying voice in her head doubted a stranger could ease the arousal Cein inspired all too easily.

Cein watched Sara run from the diner with an amused smile. She wouldn’t get very far. Standing, he stretched his legs. Sara had forgotten her package, but he wouldn’t mind delivering it. Peeling off a few bills, he dropped them on the table and collected Sara’s gift. He peeked under the glittery paper and raised a dark brow. A chuckle escaped his lips. It would be his pleasure to deliver the item. He knew exactly what he would do with it. Whistling, Cein headed for his bike. It was about time he taught Sara that the only place she could run was into his arms. The last time, he’d followed her wishes and left town. This time, she would bend to his will.

He hadn’t been able to help overhearing Sara and her friend’s conversation. If Sara was hungry for sex, he would be the man to feed her. He would teach her exactly what she had been missing all these years.

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