Take one Alpha hero and call me in the morning…
Having a dreary day? Want to smack the kid in the grocery store who bags your canned goods on top of your tomatoes? Ready to scream at the next telemarketer who calls during dinner or Dancing with the Stars?
Let’s face it, life is full of crap. Sometimes unbearable crap. I work an EDJ (Evil Day Job) where I have a staff of thirty vying for my time, what little there is of it. Add to that constant computer problems, car problems, noisy neighbors, no time to relax and I’m one stressed-out babe.
Many times, a gallon of wine sounds good. What sounds better is an Alpha hero. A hunk with rippling muscles, intoxicating kisses, believable promises and sex to die for.
Do I get that? Hell no. That’s why I’m an erotic romance writer. :)
Let’s face it, no guy – not even Hollywood’s finest – could possibly measure up to what a romance writer (and reader) pictures in her mind. The kind of guy who doesn’t only look great but washes the dishes, listens (rather than lectures) when you have a problem, never looks at another woman, wouldn’t think of belching at the wrong time and won’t ever go bald. Oh yeah, and always, always, always sides with you over your family.
Yep, that’s my dream guy. One I’ve made up in my head since I discovered romances in high school. Back then, we had to read the classics (no sex, of course). I fell in love with Maxim from Rebecca. He was handsome, rich and though a bit moody – okay, a lot moody – he seemed very Alpha to my fourteen-year-old mind. Of course, I left him in the wind when I discovered Kathleen Woodiwiss – Shanna, to be exact. OMG, the guy in that book was to die for. Can’t recall his name, but I still picture the torrid love scenes.
And I’m still concocting those scenes in my mind. My latest release Illicit Desire, an erotic paranormal, will be available September 25 from Samhain. It’s Book Two in my Outlawed Realm series. Here’s the blurb and a brief excerpt to show you how wanton and wicked my imagination continues to be. Again, take this Alpha hero and call me in the morning…
Once a sex slave marked for termination, Lukan was miraculously liberated from E4’s Pleasure Palace, where E2’s fine, upstanding rulers secretly indulge their cravings for every imaginable vice. But freedom is not enough.
He left his heart behind with Arez. Within her fragrant, heated caress, he knew everything denied him. Rapture, contentment, tenderness…and love. Desperate to have her back in his arms, he embarks on a dangerous mission to deliver his untamed temptress from the certain death she does not know awaits her.
Within her velvet cage Arez knew only carnal submission and loneliness—until Lukan. But he has disappeared, and she senses something different in the way the supreme ruler is using her. Then, as if Lukan felt her longing for his strong arms and fevered kisses, he is there to sweep her from this twilight dimension to another.
But true freedom lies just out of his grasp. To reach the last portal—and their destiny—Lukan and Arez must first outwit an army of predators that hunt them. Human, subhuman…and monsters.
Warning: Features a lusty guy who makes Greek gods look wimpy, and a wanton woman who lives for scorching sex. When these two get it on, watch out, they ain’t playing at lust or love.
Her image haunted Lukan. The hologram was all he had left of her.
In the darkened room, he circled her likeness, nearly life-size. She turned, seeming to follow his movements…seeming to want him, her violet eyes hooded, the ends of her silky black hair swaying above her waist, her naked flesh flushed with arousal.
Lukan reached out, aching to touch her tawny skin, grasping air instead. Reality precluded contact, as did the distance separating them. Unable to stop his grinding need, he whispered, “Arez.”
It was the name he’d given her, as she had none on E4. There, she was no more than a pleasure slave, created to offer her body and obedience to the men in power, no different from him. Lukan had promised never to abandon her or to leave her lonely again and wanting, but he had, and soon she’d die unless he intervened.
His body went hot, then cold. He wanted to run back to her, or at the very least move closer to her image, but he couldn’t manage a step. Her expression tempted, holding him in place. Each breath became a struggle. Powerful memories returned of her skin’s scent, perfumed with female musk and a sweet fragrance used to excite males. Lukan hadn’t needed any enticement. From the start, her caress had undone him, given not only in pleasure but with tenderness.
Their masters never knew about their bond. Lukan witnessed it now as his image came into the hologram.
The heightened color in Arez’s cheeks and throat acknowledged his presence, for she could do little more to prove her true passion for him. Slaves weren’t allowed to speak to each other. Their gazes were never to meet for more than a second. Cruel manacles held her arms above her head, precluding any embrace or resistance, the heavy chains secured to a bolt in the ceiling.
Surrounding the candlelit stage were E2’s rulers who hailed from the second dimension on Earth, a place so unlike its fourth realm E4. On E2, emotions and desire weren’t allowed. All men resembled each other in coloring and facial features, their varying ages the only thing that differentiated them. The same held true for E2’s women, no female being distinct from another. Such a sterile existence hadn’t been enough for the ruling males. They created E4’s Palace and its slaves for their pleasure.
A few of the leaders smiled lewdly in anticipation of the coming performance. Others conversed in tones too low to overhear or understand. When he’d been on the stage, Lukan had no idea if they discussed trivial matters or ones that would mean his death. Nor had he cared.
Being close to Arez was all that had mattered. For her, he would die. For her, Lukan wanted to live. He watched his image doing what he could not. Naked, he stood before her, cupping her full breasts with a right the rulers had given him. If he performed well, it would mean more food. Although he was always hungry, giving Arez pleasure soon became Lukan’s most pressing task. The moments they had together belonged to her and him, no one else.
His thumbs grazed her nipples. Instantly, the long tips hardened at his attention, and the areolas grew tight. He drew closer. Their thighs touched; his cock nestled against her moist cunt.
He recalled the sensations that followed, heat pooling in his groin, thickening his shaft painfully, overwhelming him with an urge to take Arez. Even so, his desire to speak to her was greater. He’d pressed his cheek to hers as though to bury his face in her hair. However, his mouth was on her ear.
She’d whispered before he could. “Take me as though you mean it. I know you do.”
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.