Me: Taking A Stand

So this is one of the guest posts I had for my books tour. Hope it helps those who didn’t follow along but would like to know more

Paranormal Erotica

I wrote this book. Okay, that’s probably not where I should start, as I already had the idea to it. but the fact was it became the length it did was because I wanted to submit to a charity anthology (which didn’t happen, for reason, well I’m not sure why) and so I had a bit of a guide I needed to stay in, one of which was dark erotica. Only I can’t really do that, and yet I can…. Confused, yeah I feel your pain.

Here’s the thing, I tend to write my paranormal creates in a darker light. Not in the way that I would label it ‘dark’. They are bloody and probably straddles the line, but I see dark as being more … well actually I’m not sure, maybe what I’ve written is. You’ll have to read it and get back to me. Its’ not the point I tend to not be able to write my paranormal creates in a light a fluffy way. They tend to not see things in a human light, in a way that doesn’t allow killing and gore and all those others things that humans’ shy away from. In a way I tend to write them as if the animal in then has taken over more of their minds. They will do anything to survive.

This has that edge to it. Lots of blood and pain. A lot of questionable thoughts and ideals and yet there is a romance tucked into the submission and the pain. There’s a point of bonding and a lover who wants more from him then what he’s got, what he’s use to.

Basically the book is about Dem, my werewolf, becoming who he was always meant to be. To let go of what others what of him and that’s the romance. I think I did a great job, honestly, think this is one of the best books I’ve written. But don’t take my word for it, check it out.

  Taking A Stand

(An Alphas World #1)

Published 21st of June 2016 via BonyDee Press

9,446 words ǀ heat 5

Paranormal ‘dark’ BDSM Erotica

One Werewolf. One Vampire. One night.

Dem lives in a world ruled by two things: the moon and his alpha. Something inside of him has always yearned for more, and a chance encounter with a vampire helps Dem realise what he craves. Now that Dem knows what he wants, is he strong enough to reach out and take it?

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A hand gripped Dem from behind, slamming him into the brick wall in front of him. The edges scrapped at his whiskers, sparks he’d later deny scattered across his skin, making it tingle.

Dem snarled at the beast pressing him against the wall from behind, holding him against his will. There was no way he’d let one mangy little vampire keep him down. Not in this life. He resisted, even as his cock decided this was the place it wanted to be and his balls threatened to rebel if he let the hotness get away before they were emptied.

“You think I’m impressed, little wolf?” He fucking purred. The sound shifted as the heat and hardness of the vampire’s body pushed closer.

Snarling again, Dem pushed back. Wanting the body off him, wanting off the wall, wanting to rub against the hardness digging into his denim covered arse.

He tensed as liquid heat pulsed though him, making his mouth water and his bones ache. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked, even longer since he’d lost control of his power while it was happening.

His fingers gripped the wall, breaking the skin as it scraped against the sharp edges. Wanting to get him off, Dem pushed himself away from the wall and into the vampire.

The wording made him pause. He wanted to get the vampire off him. That’s what he wanted, what he meant, not get him off.

He felt his hips shifting. Losing himself in the minute roll of the vampire’s size rubbing against his arse crack.

Dem swallowed hard, trying to force his hips to stop moving, hoping the bastard behind him didn’t notice his response.

He heard a chuckle: dark, evil, and knowing.

Dem snapped.

Using the strength he’d been ignoring because of the lust pulsing through him, Dem lifted one knee, pressing it against the wall. He threw himself backwards, gaining the upper hand.

They crashed into the wall on the other side of the narrow walkway and the vampire grunted. The sound pleased Dem, made him smile, turned his lips and teeth into more of a snarl.

An arm snaked up from under Dem’s pit, quickly and without notice, fingers digging into his throat, nails sliced in, sharp and deadly. Teeth scrapped the back of his neck, catching his hair and pulling, as Dem shifted forward. Pushed into the simple act of domination, he growled as he hit the wall behind him, the vamp’s legs and thick thighs bracketing him.

Blood slid down his throat, tickling as fat drops pooled into the hollow at the base. He felt it, wanted to wipe it away, wanted to get away.

“You think I don’t smell your desire, wolf?”