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Destiny’s Choice – Five Stars

Readers’ Favorite

Reviewed by Arya Fomonyuy, for Readers’s Favorite:

Destiny’s Choice is Book 2 in the Destiny’s Series by Victoria Saccenti, a riveting tale of a love that is as powerful as it is dangerous. Marité Mu…

Inner Goddess: The Warrior Goddess Charity Auction is now LIVE!

Warrior Goddesses Charity Auction
for Cancer Survivors rebuilding their lives
May 9-15, 2016

Over 70 items to bid on!!!

The first 20 items are already up
and
more will be added throughout the day!
eBay, seller ID: WarriorGoddesses
Proceeds: 100% of Proceeds go to PINK DOOR

Inner Goddess: The Warrior Goddess Charity Auction is now LIVE!: You are cordially invited to join our annual Inner Goddess charity event, Warrior Goddesses. We are raising funds for Pink Door, a non-profit that helps cancer survivors rebuild their lives. Authors and Bloggers have donated books, swag, critiques and character naming rights to the auction.

Our book club’s vision is empowering ourselves one book at a time, realizing our dreams and reaching for them. We do this in honor of the mothers, sisters, and friends in our lives that have been Warrior Goddesses fighting cancer by hosting a fund drive and auction over Mother’s Day.
The auction will be hosted on eBay with 100% of net proceeds going to the non-profit Pink Door organization. Learn more about the great work this organization does helping Warrior Goddesses to reclaim their lives.  www.PinkDoornonprofit.org

Rainbow Dreams – Preorder now!












Hey, Everyone!!! 

Guess what? It’s finally here!!  Rainbow Dreams is now available for preorder from the following merchants:

What’s it about?  I’m glad you asked!  Here’s the blurb:

Have you ever had a terrible secret you didn’t want anyone to know? Petri does and it may get her killed. Life is hard on Upworld, especially for the residents of Under City, and it’s even harder for those who don’t fit in. Petri has alway been different and now those differences may cost her life. Her one hope is to leave the only home she’s ever known while evading the mob that’s calling for her blood. But Petri has never been outside of her sector of Under City, never mind off the planet. And the laws of Upworld forbid people like her from leaving. Will Petri overcome the odds and make good her escape? Maybe…with a little help from her friends.

Sound interesting?  Good!  And get a load of that cover!!!  It’s courtesy of the FANTABULOUS Julie Nicholls!!  If you’d like to see more of her incredible work, check out her website here:

I also want to let you all know about an Amazon Giveaway I’m running for Captivated By The Winter King.  It’s free to enter!  Rainbow Dreams won’t be released until April 19th, so in the meantime you can get your sexy romance fix with some dreamy Fae! 😉

Okay, okay, I know, enough stalling.  If you’re as excited as I am about this story, I know you’re all ready for a peek:

Rainbow Dreams Chapter One Excerpt



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Lightning bolts of fire and ice shot up and down Petri’s spine as she moved over the human man on the bed. Her short, slender body bowed with the sensations that washed over her. His lust was like a fountain of cold water on a hot day, and she was parched. It had been too long; she needed this. Desperately.

Looking down at him as she slid her body onto his straining cock, she smiled. This client had wanted to be blindfolded; he said he enjoyed the mystery. There was more mystery in Petri than most humans would know what to do with, so that was fine with her. With him blindfolded, she didn’t need to be careful to keep her own eyes shut. This was going to be a good feed, and there was no way she could have kept her eyes from glowing.

The man moaned in pleasure. Being fed upon felt as good for humans as feeding did for Petri. None of her clients knew she sipped from their energy, their life force, when she fucked them. All they knew was that she was one hell of a talented dolly. A win-win for all involved.

This client was a regular; Petri had shown him many times how good it could be with her. Some of her regulars came to crave her, almost like the dream dust that was sold in the club below. They were guaranteed repeat business, and she always made sure to show them a good time. After all, that was her job.

The energy of the man’s lust filled Petri as she glided up and down on top of him. She shivered. It was renewing, rejuvenating. She couldn’t get enough. A few grains of dust remained on his upper lip as evidence of his earlier indulgence in some of the chemical delights that were available at Abracadabra.

It was clear her client was high long before Petri started feeding. Before she blindfolded him, she had noted the man’s dilated pupils and the flush of pleasure on his face. She had no doubt the management of Abracadabra would go to great lengths to make sure he received the maximum enjoyment possible during his visit. There was a reason it was the hottest nightclub in this part of Under City.

The club specialized in hedonism in all its forms. Drugs of every description, games, gambling, and other, darker pleasures could be found within its walls. House dollies, little more than sex slaves, waited to fulfill the customers’ every desire. Freelance dollies, like Petri, rented space to ply their trade as well. The house allowed it because the dollies offered the club’s clientele more variety and were motivated to attract business. Once a patron had satisfied their lust, they often wandered downstairs in search of other entertainments.

Leaning down, Petri pressed her cat-like mouth to her client’s lips in a sizzling kiss. Their tongues tangled as he responded, and she undulated her hips against his, faster and faster. The drugs he had consumed tainted his energy, giving Petri a pleasant buzz. She never took dust herself since it interfered with her ability to control her power, but she enjoyed the effect when one of her johns indulged. As their sex intensified, Petri drank deeper, swallowing down the man’s whimpers and sighs of ecstasy as she swallowed his desire.

Lost in the haze of feeding for the first time in days, Petri didn’t realize it at first when the man suddenly went still underneath her. His penis remained stiff and eager inside her, and she continued to ride it, draining his energy. It was only when the cold, clamminess of his skin penetrated the pleasurable trance she often sank into when feeding that she realized that she had gone too far. Her heart skipped a beat.

Swinging her leg over him, she clambered off his body and knelt beside him on the bed. She grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, but there was no response. He was as still and cold as death.

Petri’s breath froze in her chest as she tried to suppress her rising panic. She slapped him, hard, across his face, trying to provoke a response. There was nothing. Leaning down, she put her ear against his chest, listening for something, anything. Any sign that a spark of life remained in the man. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have heard a faint fluttering within.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and put her hands on his chest, fingers splayed. She had never done this before, but her instincts said it might work. The process of drawing energy from others had come automatically when she reached physical maturity. It was as natural as breathing to her. But reversing the flow of energy… That was something else altogether. She forced herself to focus; all she could do was try.

Reaching down into the well of energy within her, Petri tried to snag a wisp of it. It was like trying to catch fog. Gritting her teeth, she concentrated and managed to grab a small piece of the mist and tease it up, out of herself and back into the man. It flowed at a slow trickle, but it did flow. The man took a deep breath and Petri slumped in relief.

Before she could stop him, or even turn away, the man reached up and snatched the blindfold from his face. When he saw her glowing eyes, he shrieked, “Mgeni!”

Petri swore. She knew she didn’t have much time. Sitting up, she sucker-punched her client hard in his stomach. The man folded over, clutching his gut, just like she knew he would. As her former client coughed and wheezed, Petri scrambled into her tight, red mini-dress and stiletto pumps and clambered out the window. She couldn’t risk trying to make it through the crowded club below; she needed to be gone before the man recovered enough to sound the alarm.

Whoo! I guess she’s in some trouble!  Want to find out what happens next?  Reserve your copy today so you’ll get it without delay on the 19th! 😉  Thank you all for stopping by today and for your interest in my first foray into the sci-fi genre!!  Have an awesome rest of the week!

SPOTLIGHT: A.J. JAMES AUTHOR.


BIO

A.J. James is a resident of Canada, currently devotedly working on the continuation of the Watcher Angels’ narratives. Her hobbies include photography, poetry, illustration, yoga, archery, dressage, energy work, recording music, target shooting, and practicing balance with her four extra-large rescue dogs. She also plans to become more adept at axe and knife-throwing, long-sword wielding and riding dragons… er, motorcycles.

Writer, reader, creator, seeker, warrior, rider, dreamer, rebel, teacher, trainer, listener, feminist, philosopher, procrastinator, animal lover… A. J. James enjoys researching and conversing subjects many people studiously avoid; interested in annihilating taboos and shameful silences and advocating for those in need whose voice has traditionally been silenced.
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Excerpt from The Weight of Light

“He stared, eyes wide for a moment, then tilted his head to the side with a chuckle. “Oh? Is it sweet words you’re wanting from me then… a wooing?” When she would have protested she’d been teasing, simply on principle alone, he reached for her, and gently pulled her close to him. He slowly folded his large body so that he ended up on his knees at her feet. It brought his eyes just below her own. Curious, she allowed him to take her hands, and drape her arms loosely about his neck, resting on his massive shoulders. She waited in this position, a blush still suffusing her features and feeling awkward. His hands and forearms cradled her to him, snugging her up full length along his body, fitting her exactly to his form.

He brought his lips closer to her ear. “Just what exactly are you needing to convince you, carum, with me on my knees before you, beseeching you? Words, verse, melody….?” Gooseflesh sprung up instantly where he crooned softly in her ear, racing the full length of her body, and she quivered inside.

She shook her head in negation, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. Uncertain.

“No? How then would you have me pledge myself to you? My heart, my soul, my body?” His breath feathered and shivered though her, teasing across the sensitive spot just behind her earlobe. She shuddered, as, against her will, she felt her knees turn to water, her legs becoming boneless.

“Hmm? To hear that I have waited endless eternities, full of anguish just for you? That I have endured centuries of misery yearning just for you? Forsaken all heavenly and earthly pleasures for naught but the memory of you; craving, hungering for the taste of you only on my tongue, the fragrance of you only in my nostrils, my lungs, the exquisite silk of your skin only on mine, the breathtaking feel of your mouth only on mine? Your addictive, haunting voice, the music that shimmers and floats and lingers around you and teases my senses into a frenzy of divine madness? For all of those eternities that I have waited, and for all eternities yet to come? All for you?”

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Excerpt

ENORMOUS NIGHT SHADOWS SUDDENLY CAME ALIVE around them, writhing, twisting, slashing, snarling. Zo’ana heard the sounds of Y’saak and Fek’dar engaged in a clash; reverberations of metal and bone and flesh and wood being struck. In the same instant she felt the sickening shock of a massive body thudding into her and seizing her from behind; hard hands grasping her roughly, painfully, one around the bottom of her ribcage and one around her neck. Pain cut into her, thieving her breath. She dropped and twisted at the same time, which had little effect. She became flailing feet, knees, whirling fists and elbows; kicking, biting, scratching at the hands and striking hard upwards with both fists at where she guessed a face might be, her fear suffusing her with greater than usual strength. It was higher up than she thought, though; he was taller than she’d supposed, but felt one of her blows connect. Felt the crunch of cartilage giving way.

She felt his grasp loosen, and kicked again, trying to wrench away. He savagely spat out what she took as a curse in a language she’d never heard, and then, before she could flee, felt her hair seized and twisted by the roots as she was lifted high off the ground. A strangled, high-pitched shriek jarred from her throat, she realized then, with a paralyzing shock, that by the height and the ease that he lifted her with his one fist that it was not possible that this was a normal man. It was an unnatural strength and height that grasped her, shook her. She desperately grabbed hold of his forearm to try to lift, relieve some of her own body weight from the agony of her scalp, and he gave her another vicious shake, like a dog might shake a rat. Her teeth rattled together, piercing her gut with fear. The pain forced her belly up into her mouth. Her shriek had become an involuntary whimper of distress, caught and fluttering frantically in her throat to escape in a tiny, strangled squeak. Her eyes teared and rolled back in her head, but she obstinately battled to keep from relinquishing her hold on consciousness. As if through a fog, she helplessly registered the sounds of Fek’dar and Y’saak being dispatched gleefully by the other two monsters, both hopelessly outclassed in both size and strength.

And suddenly, incredibly, she was airborne. In slow motion, and then far too swiftly, the ground was coming up towards her. She hit hard, her head making resounding contact as her neck snapped

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