Welcome to the first of my soon to be regular Big Backlist Weekends! Yahoo! The idea is for you to discover books you haven't read before that might be new additions to your TBR list -- and for me and at least one pal, to offer you a copy of those books to win! How do you win? You can enter on the Rafflecopter at the bottom of the post or, if that doesn't work because your system hates Rafflecopter, just leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL.You are automatically entered to win one or the other of the books. If you have already read one of them, we'll work something out. There will be two winners.
So, ready? Drum rollll. This weekend's backlist featured books are Milly Taiden's Fate's Wish and Tara Lain's Golden Dancer.
Since Milly is my guest, here is Fate's Wish first --
FATES WISH by Milly Taiden
The man she loves left her, but he’s the only one that can protect her.
Sharmila is a witch with a problem. Her magic is waning. And her lack of sex may have something to do with it. Her mother’s solution? Easy. Sharmila needs to get laid. Easier said than done, though, because Shar is still in love with the only man to make her melt, Zahir Darkwrath. Her missing husband. Her demon.
Zahir knows he’s a danger to Shar, so he’s done his best to stay far away. Darkness flows through his being, and when emotions run wild, destruction rages around him. And sex with Shar is definitely wild. Staying away from the woman he loves is the hardest thing he’s ever done, but hurting her would be far worse. So he’s astounded when Shar’s mother hires his company to watch over her.
Evil is heading Shar’s way, and Zahir is the only one who can stop it. To save her, Zahir will need more than control; he’ll need the power of his own darkness--which might be his undoing.
“Look at me, Shar.” He gripped her face with his large hands, tilting it back.
She lifted her lids to bring his black eyes into focus. Their eyes met, held; heat flooded her system.
“Zahir—” Her voice came out a breathy moan. The full impact of his body touching her sent her arousal into overdrive.
“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
He crushed her lips with his. She urged him on with moans and whimpers. With her legs curled around his waist, she rubbed her clit on his steely cock. Another moan worked through her. Her nails dug into his muscled shoulders, and she tried to pull him closer to her.
“Fuck me, Zahir.” Her urgent plea filled the quiet of the bedroom.
Focused solely on her, it was as if his eyes gazed deep into her soul. He pulled his hips back and the head of his cock stretched her pussy entrance. His dick stroked every nerve ending in her body while he slowly drove into her.
His thick shaft stretched her sleek walls until she was panting in half pain, half pleasure. His eyes never wavered from hers until he was finally seated deep inside her. Every time they made love, it was like that. Her body needed to relearn to adjust to his size all over again.
She wiggled her hips and moaned at the amazing feel of him inside her.
“Oh, goddess. For sanity’s sake, fuck me already.” Ecstasy gripped her body in its clutches while she tried to breathe. “Zahir, move!”
He powered in and out of her body in rapid, harsh thrusts. Energy swirled around them. Lights of gold and white stars burst when he lost more of his control. She moaned at the heat spreading through her.
Her moans and pants increased. He groaned and thrust wildly into her body. All she knew was him. She gazed into the full black of his eyes. White energy merged with his golden dark power, surrounding them and blending both into one.
Her climax hit her in a rush. Pleasure rolled through her in waves, and she was left breathless. His body tensed and released into her in heated jerks.
“I love you.”
Only silence greeted her words.
Sharmila jerked awake bathed in sweat. Her nipples and pussy throbbed, aching for release. She breathed deeply. The dream had been more of a memory really, one she’d love to forget but that her body wouldn’t let her. Each time one thing came through crystal clear: he’d never told her he loved her.
And here is a short RATED R excerpt from my MMM romantic suspense, Golden Dancer.
Mac MacAllister is obsessed; the online news reporter needs enough evidence to write a story accusing billionaire art collector Daniel Terrebone of stealing The Golden Dancer, a priceless work of art, from son-of-a-Nazi, Horst Von Berg. The story promises the recognition Mac craves, but then Mac meets a real golden dancer, ballet star Trelain Medveyev, and his attraction to the man rocks his formerly straight world. When the mysterious Terrebone “collects” his beautiful dancer, too, Mac rushes to the rescue like a knight in shining cargo pants and plunges into a three-way passion that tears him between love and guilt. Can Mac keep investigating when his story could send one man to prison and another to the morgue? Will this reporter get his story or get his men?
Trelain sat at the dressing table in his teal and gold silk robe, waiting for the knock he knew would come. He wanted it to come, didn’t he? When he heard the rap, he took a deep breath. “Come in, Daniel.”
The big man entered, also dressed in a robe, but his was a deep blue, the color of his eyes. “Do you want me here?” That penetrating stare pulled the truth from Trelain’s heart and his lips. “Very much. I want you very much.”
But Daniel didn’t take advantage of the open invitation. He crossed and sat on the bed. “Your friend is very interesting.”
“He is, isn’t he? Though I’m not sure he’s my friend.”
What was he thinking? “You know we’re not lovers. He considers himself straight.”
Daniel leaned back on one elbow, his robe gapping over his muscled chest, showing the light smattering of brown hair that matched his eyebrows. “I subscribe to the Jimmy Carter view that when two men have sinned in their minds, they are as good as lovers.”
Trelain burst out laughing. “I’m quite sure your former president was not thinking of two men, and I’m quite sure that you, sir, do not believe in sin.”
“Both true, but you get the idea.”
Trelain rose and walked over to sit beside Daniel. “Have I ever sinned in my mind, as you call it, with Mac? Oh, bloody fucking hell, yes. Has he ever returned the compliment? I doubt he’s been brave enough to fantasize about being with a man, though I know he finds me attractive.” He flipped the golden hair over his shoulder. “It’s probably just my androgyny confusing him.”
Those black eyes bored into him. “Do you really believe that?”
He met the man’s gaze. “No.”
“You know he’s mad for you, and if he can just be honest with himself for five minutes at a time, he’ll be here begging to fuck you.”
“I doubt he’ll achieve that level of honesty, but yes, I think he is mad for me.”
“And you for him?”
Trelain sighed. Life could be so bloody complicated. “Yes, there is some madness there.”
“It’s not hard to understand why. He’s intriguing, intellectually curious, energetic, and magnetic. Plus, that big, skinny body is sexy as hell.”
“But then, so are you.”
“You surely don’t have to ask.”
“I find myself unusually uncertain of my status.”
Well, bloody hell, if that wasn’t the sweetest little declaration. Trelain leaned toward Daniel. “Could I perhaps show you just how sexy, magnetic, and energetic I think you are?” Trelain unwrapped Daniel’s robe to find an already pulsing, hard-as-steel cock.
“Um, don’t forget intellectually curious. I find I’m intellectually curious about what it would feel like to have your beautiful, uncut cock in my ass, since we were thwarted in our attempt this afternoon.”
“Oh, yes. I’m totally dedicated to research.”
Daniel’s breath already came hard. “Shall I turn over?”
“No, I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
“Oh shit, Trelain. Do it now.” He started to pull his long legs back.
Trelain reached out and stopped him. “Ah, ah. First I want to satisfy my intellectual curiosity by tasting every inch of you.”
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