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Naughty Gifts from a Dark Elf

Our blog theme for the two weeks heading toward Christmas is gifts from a dark elf. Well, coincidently, my newest book just released on Friday, December 6 from Ellora’s Cave. It has just the right amount of naughty and fun  to do a dark elf proud. So from the dark elf to you, here’s my latest release, Thirteen Nights, Book 1 (Divine Temptation).

MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS BE JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF NAUGHTY

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Book Description:

Annie’s always been different. An empathic Amazon, she hides her emotional anomaly beneath her legendary fighting skills. To avoid passing on her genetic disorder, she’s always avoided the Thirteen Nights Ritual—the annual breeding rite among the warrior races of the Greek Pantheon. Only months away from 30, she is now duty-bound to participate. When she meets Tai, a half-human warrior who revs her up beyond legal limits and nurtures the gentleness she’s had to keep secret, thirteen nights of pleasure don’t seem nearly enough.

As a half human, Tai has survived by being faster, more lethal, and a whole lot smarter than his brethren. While the male warriors accept him for his achievements, the Amazons have never given him a second look. Until he meets Annie, whose smile is warm and real and whose body shudders with desire—for him. Determined to have her, he hacks into the Thirteen Nights database and rearranges the pairings to make Annie his breeding partner. Together, their strength and tenderness combust into pure love.

But Tai’s actions are forbidden under Amazon law, subject to a death. To stay together and alive, they must take on the Greek Pantheon and win.

Buy Links:

Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/thirteen-nights.html

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00GXDNHNA?ie=UTF8&tag=httpwwwgoodco-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00GXDNHNA&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thirteennights-1370430-340.html

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/thirteen-nights

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18996479-thirteen-nights

Excerpt

A strong drink in hand, she found her seat by matching the number on her name tag with the table number. Following the instructions on the card, she swiped it over the datapad and put her thumbprint on the screen where directed. That would tap into her medical records to ensure genetic compatibility. A bell rang in the distance and the first male slid into the seat. A small human. She smiled politely but knew that weak frame could never handle an Amazon lover. Humans were not forbidden, but strongly discouraged. Not all were as frail as this one, but humans usually wanted more than the Amazon vows permitted. The bell couldn’t come soon enough. Annie clandestinely hit the no button on the pad.

A giant of a man swaggered into the now-open seat, all testosterone and appetite. Linebacker shoulders, six-pack abs straining against a muscle shirt chosen to show them off, thighs so big they could choke a horse—and probably had. Elaborate tattooing covered his left arm from shoulder to wrist, detailing every victory, every kill. Similar markings ran diagonally across Annie’s back.

He touched his card to the pad and instantly his resume popped up on her screen. Black belts in karate, kendo and Kung Fu, expert sniper, awarded the Golden Shield—the Gargarean symbol for valor—six times, hobbies included hunting, archery and jousting. Okay, the man could kill, but who was he really?

“I’ll give you a good ride. You’ll be well-sated. I’ve fathered two already, one on a first-timer.” Typical Gargarean—built for show and incapable of mincing words. His eyes burned over her, intent blazing so fierce she felt the heat crawl across her skin. It was said the male warriors went celibate for six months before a breeding to build their lust to a fever pitch. From that look, she’d say it was true for this one.

She nodded, splaying well-manicured, fire-engine-red nails on the table. The male covered one hand, pushing his palm against the tips.

“Yes,” he rumbled. “They’ll feel good tearing through my back when you lose control.” He laid his left arm out in front of her, an invitation to test the strength of him, and show off his prowess. As expected, she walked her fingers along the planes and angles of his muscles, periodically digging her nails in to test his reaction to different pain levels—to see if he really could handle her and show respect for his military achievements. Those muscles would ripple well under her fingers and nails.

A Gargarean in his prime, proven in battle and the bedroom. She should want this. Damn the little voice in her head that told her that it wasn’t enough for the father of her child, so she rated him acceptable, not preferred. Some part of her she kept well-buried thought it would be nice to find someone with an interest beyond weapons and bloodletting. Someone who could handle, I don’t know, maybe a conversation. The next twelve nights joined at the groin could be a lifetime.

Each new Gargarean who plopped down in front of her merged into the next one until she couldn’t distinguish among them. They all rang the same—deadly, dominant and completely interchangeable. She knew she was a desired partner, and would be many of these men’s first choice. The male warriors liked to boast about knocking up the first-timers, it was worn as a sign of their sexual prowess. The DNA compatibility test would have to choose one of them for her. She didn’t really care.

Lost in frustration, she didn’t register the newest candidate in front of her. The blue light on the screen identified him as Gargarean, but he lacked the giant muscular proportions of the male warrior race, that scent of pure dominance and heightened testosterone. Oh, his eyes revealed menace and the lethality of the warrior-bred and his arm tattooing was as detailed and complex as the bigger men who came before him. But he had the lean, muscled strength of a human soldier, the power he emanated more subtle and highly controlled. From the way her lower body pulsed, she liked it. A lot. When she eyed the screen with more focus, the mystery resolved itself. Tai, human father, Amazon mother, given to the Gargareans at birth. That explained his size. “How did you survive their training as a youth?”

“Your mind can bring you to places your body cannot.”

“That’s not a very Gargarean philosophy.” Or Amazon for that matter, even though she agreed with him. “How would your background play out over the twelve nights?”

“Each night more attuned to your needs than the next. You would be seduced across all dimensions, pleasured in the realm of mind, body and spirit.” He flashed her a smile that promised all kinds of sin, but those deep brown eyes, so tender and soulful, pledged warmth and humor. With that, her panties were drenched, her nipples bullet hard, and tingles ran up her spine straight into her brain. Swallowing, she struggled to pull it all back under control and explore this possibility in more detail.

“Your expertise is…” She lifted an eyebrow. “Cyber security.” She placed her hand on the table as she did for all the others. Instead of using his palm to test the bite of her nails, he ran his finger across her knuckles and down her thumb, a lingering caress that promised gentleness, not just a good, hard ride. When he offered her his arm, she did the same up his wrist to his elbow, watching lust flicker in his eyes as her fingers glided across his skin. “You’re not like your brethren, in many ways it seems.”

“No, but I think that’s the pot calling the kettle black and it pleases you.” His voice lowered a decibel, the sound a rough caress around her body. “Why? Most of your sisterhood reject me out of hand for my size, my human heritage, even my talents.” His gaze locked onto hers and held it in an iron grip. He might be small for a warrior of the Greek pantheon, but he made it clear he was no less potent and he wasn’t going anywhere without an answer.

“Because you’re different…like me.” She was not at all sure she should have confirmed his observation but she felt no deception coming from him. “It tempts me.” She gave him her biggest, sexiest smile.

“Choose me.” His gaze still tethered to hers, he glided his forefinger along her lips in a quiet tease. “I’ll make it worth it to you.”

Erm… I’m a bad blogger. But GIVEAWAY!

So this morning, something dawned on me.

HOLY CRAP. THERE IS A BLOG CALLED DARKER TEMPTATIONS AND I AM SUPPOSED TO BE POSTING THERE EVERY SO OFTEN. WTF HAPPENED?

So here’s what happened. I got a new phone. And, said new phone is not programmed with the neato little reminders that old phone was. You know, the ones that pinged me every other Friday and said “Hey, Moron, go do your blog.”

So, this is me, grovelling and apologizing. I’m really sorry that I flaked out for a couple of Fridays there. It wasn’t intentional, promise!!

So, since those reminders also told me WHAT I was supposed to blog about, I’m sort of flying blind for this post.

“What? Regina winging it? That’s never happened.” *takes off sarcasm hat*

So, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to give you guys something free to absolve my guilt. (Hehehehee. Here, kids! I’ll make up for bad parenting by giving you too much stuff.)

I’ll pick one random commenter and send them one FREE ebook! You can pick any of my Ellora’s Cave releases. Here, I’ll just leave you links here in case you want to go ahead and pick out your favorite. 😉 Just click the cover and it’ll take you to the Amazon page.

I’ll run this contest through midnight on Sunday, July 9th. That gives you all weekend to comment! So talk to me below, and tell me how I should punish myself for flaking on my poor Darker Temptations. 🙂

 

 

Kick ass women, technology and the male anatomy. Don’t you just love scifi, fantasy and PNR?

red sonja book imageMy first novella is paranormal, I have another PNR drafted and my current WIP is science fiction.  Why do I love these genre’s so much?  The easy answer is imagination.  These types of stories let your mind (and body) explore infinite places, experience countless possibilities, meet species whose cultural norms  both tantalize and terrify. In sum, they force us to consider what it means to be human when conditions change, to continuously recognize that there is not just one way to be, to look, to behave, to think, to feel.  Lifting the rules we get stuck in every day to discover who we really is liberating on sum fundamental level of existence.

As a writer and a reader, there are a few other serious perks to hanging out in these genres.

Build new worlds

Creating new species, new planets, and figuring out cultures whole cloth is just plain good fun. It’s like a great big puzzle with no beginning or end. The writer’s job is to define those puzzle edges before the rest of the picture falls into place.  As a reader, I love to see how those new worlds unfold, how authors innovate with humanity, myth and science.

Play  What if

Both these genres allow us ask the what if questions and play with the answers:

  • What if we could shift into another form?
  • What if aliens came to earth?
  • What if we could move through time?

No Limits on the Male Anatomy

Ever notice that the male anatomy in shifters, vampires, aliens and other paranormal creatures don’t always play by the same rules. The can go all night. Nuff said.

Female Power

Scifi  and fantasy were some of the first genres to deal explicitly with female power as a good thing. For that, it will always own a piece of my literary heart.

Explore the boundaries of science and myth

Danica hit the nail on the head with her post so I’ll just send you on over.

When did the paranormal or scifi bug hit you?  Why do you like it so much?


Sabrina Garie is on a journey to create the most kick-ass heroine in romance fiction. You can meet the first heroine in Fires of Justice at Elloras Cave, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.

It’s Caught in Crimson Day! With PRIZES!

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WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It’s here it’s here it’s finally HERE!!!!

 

Yup, that’s it. Today, finally, CAUGHT IN CRIMSON releases from Ellora’s Cave! If you saw my post earlier in the week, you know that this is Day 3 of the Super Awesome Spectacular Caught in Crimson Release Tour! If you didn’t, well, welcome! And you’re in luck. Because today, and several more days from now, you’ll have a chance to enter to win the grand prize. A $25 Amazon giftcard, PLUS the entire upcoming Spellbinding series, starting with Crimson! WHAT??? Yup, win them before you can buy them. Of course, they’ll be delivered on release, but still! The complete set without you having to lift a finger. Sound good? Good. And there are 10 runner-up prizes too! So there are lots of chances to win.

 

Okay, intro over. Let’s get to the meat of this post. And I do mean, meat. As in, man meat.

 

 

 

 

CAUGHT IN CRIMSON Character Spotlight: Adam Montague

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Meet Adam Montague. Carpenter, divorcee, businessman. Used to being in charge. Is a true gentleman. Opens doors for ladies, says ma’am, leaps to protect them whenever possible.

In short, he’s completely wrong for Delia.

But damn, does he like what she does to him.

After discovering his wife Vanessa’s embezzlement and their subsequent divorce, Adam found it hard to trust anyone, much less women. But at his employee’s urging, Adam reluctantly agrees to an online dating profile. He doesn’t really click with anyone until he happens upon CrimsonLady83’s profile.

She’s gorgeous, sexy, and seems almost completely insane. But Adam can’t deny the magic things happening around him, even though they should be impossible. Thrown into a world he knows nothing about, he’ll have a lot to deal with in order to get out with his life, and heart, intact.

Let’s play questions with Adam!

1. What is your favorite word?

Energy. I like how it makes me feel.

2. What is your least favorite word?

Vanessa. For obvious reasons. 

3. What turns you on?

Other than a great body? Intelligence. I love a woman who’s clever.

4. What turns you off?

Lies.

5. What sound do you love?

The sound of tools on wood. It means progress.

6. What sound do you hate?

Women crying.

7. What is your favorite curse word?

Goddamn   

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

I can’t imagine doing anything but building. It’s who I am.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

I could never sit in an office and handle phone calls. That would drive me insane.

10. If you could paint a picture of your perfect woman, what would it be like?

Well, she’s kind. Brave, and strong, but lets me take care of her too. She’s beautiful, curvy, moves well. But I guess the most important thing is that she’d be trustworthy. I’d have to be able to know she and I were a team.

What do you think of Adam? Does a sexy macho man flip your switch? Do you want to WIN lots of faboo prizes? Well then! Click the Rafflecopter logo below, and see the MANY ways you can enter to win!!
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Zombie Apocalypse? Prepared? Of course not, but I know a few tricks….

zombiesI looked at the topic for this post, scratched my head, chewed my lip for awhile. I’ve got nothing.  Who the f… is prepared for a zombie apocalypse? I’m weeks behind with laundry and have dirty dishes in the sink.  Let’s face it, I’m not going to survive  an urban dystopia with a few extra bottles of water, a camping stove, canned goods, a flashlight,  batteries and some duct tape if I even had any of that.

I am missing some really key things.  No guns, no real knives except those dull things on my kitchen counter that barely chop vegetables.  I quit studying Tae Kwon Doo at the green belt level oh so many years ago that I couldn’t even pretend to have muscle memory–muscle dementia more like it.  I haven’t run any races for a decade and even then I was not that good–my only goal to finish, no matter how long it took.  Lets face it–I don’t have weapons or know how to use any that might be of any help.

Is it hopeless? Yes, you say.  You may be right but there are I few things that I do have that may change the odds (or I could be kidding myself).  The sheer unadultered truth is that you can”t really prepare for an apocalypse–its not like a dance recital or a test.  Darwin was pretty clear on this–survivors aren’t the strongest, but the most adaptable. And adaptability I’ve got in spades.

swiss army knifeTo survive, I’d rely on creativity and resourcefulness.  Use frying pans, screwdrivers and wooden bookshelves, I could devise make shift weapons.   I may be out of shape but I don’t have a death wish and hard wood is hard wood whether its in the shape of a bat or a shelf.  I’ve always had a swiss army knife on hand cause you can  do just about anything with those things.

Throw a little chaos at me and I rise to the challenge. I’ll be the one making plans for those with the guns and knives to implement.  I will do what I have to do to survive–now that’s a pretty useful attitude when its me versus the zombie. I may not know what I need, but I’m not bad at figuring out things to do with what’s around.  I have a spoon and I’m willing to use it.  Eye anyone?96px-Macgyver

Just in case you want to know,  if I could choose one person who I wanted with me to battle zombies and survive the unknown, there is only one choice–Angus MacGyver, the most resourceful hero ever to grace the small screen. Over there,  isn’t he lovely?

What tricks do you have to survive? Who would you want along for the ride?

Sabrina Garie is on a journey to create the most kick-ass heroine in romance fiction. You can meet the first heroine in Fires of Justice at Elloras Cave, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.

Dragon Love

I love dragons. I mean I LOVE dragons;).

A great first date for me would be with a dragon shifter. He’d pick me up and we’ll take the car up to the mountains where he has a private but luxurious (what can I say, I love my creature comforts;) house.

He shows me around his property. I love nature and seeing unspoiled wilderness is always a treat for me. Obviously our conversation is witty and fun and the flirting goes through the roof. Once the sun starts setting we head back to his house and settle with a glass of wine on his deck, enjoying the most amazing view of the sunset.

Citronella candles will be lit and he might share his coat. He is a gentleman and it’s getting chilly. One the sun is down we’ll start to get hungry. He’ll have a feast prepared. Meat for him and vegetarian options for me. Our conversation turns more intense and we start sharing some of our more privates sides. Dinner is delicious and we move back out onto the deck for desert, decadent chocolate cake of course.

The evening progresses beautifully and the tension between us grows and grows. There may be a kiss of two (or three, obviously he’s an amazing kisser;). Once it’s fully dark he offers to share his other side. Curious and excited I agree.

He shifts, his strong sexy (did I mention naked for a brief moment) body changing into a sleek black dragon. I climb on his back, his powerful body hot between my legs. We take off and shares his world with me. The ride is wild. He dips and turns, making it so much fun and exciting. We return to the house. He changes back (I might catch another glimpse of him) and we share a pot of tea (hey, I’m obsessed with the stuff, my man needs to at least like it).

Yes, I know it’s a rather tame date, but don’t you just love that “getting-to-know-him” phase, that time where things gradually heat up? Well, I do.

What happens next depends on a number of things. I’ll leave it up to your imagination;).

Tina Christopher Writer of Sexy Steampunk and Sensuous Sci-Fi available at Ellora’s Cave.

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