‘Transcending Fire’ is on tour! #MCRomance #Dystopian @SDSXXTours

Hi all! I wanted to let you know that Transcending Fire is on tour. There’ll be guest posts, a review, and a giveaway. Follow the links below to stalk the tour!

Find the tour here…

Oct 4: kickoff at The Silver Dagger Scriptorium
Oct 5: Jazzy Book Reviews
Oct 5: Spunky n Sassy
Oct 6: Mythical Books
Oct 6: 6 Feet Under Books
Oct 6: Lock That Door
Oct 7: Lisa Book Blog @ LEL
Oct 8: Readeropolis
Oct 9: The Bookworm Lodge
Oct 9: Romance Novel Giveaways
Oct 10: AC Squared Book Blog
Oct 10: A Mama’s Corner of the World
Oct 11: Book Bangers Blog
Oct 11: Books Dreams Life
Oct 12: Bound 2 Escape
Oct 12: For Love of Books4
Oct 13: Circle of Stalkers
Oct 13: Indie Wish List
Oct 14: I Love Books
Oct 16: Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read
Oct 16: Queen of All She Reads
Oct 17: Cloe Michael’s Reads Blog
Oct 17: Mello & June
Oct 18: Celticlady’s Reviews
Oct 19: Must Read Faster
Oct 19: Ramblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer (Post not up on the site still 😦 as of 9AM Pacific 11/6)
Oct 20: Rabid Readers Book Blog
Oct 20: Sapphyria’s Book Reviews
Oct 22: Rainne’s Ramblings
Oct 23: SnoopyDoo’s Book Reviews
Oct 23: Sylv.net (Post not up on the site still 😦 as of 9AM Pacific 11/6)
Oct 24: Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin’
Oct 24: Tales of A Wanna-Be SuperHero Mom
Oct 25: Teaser Addicts Book Blog
Oct 25: The Authors Blog
Oct 26: Teatime and Books
Oct 26: The Book Town
Oct 27: The Barefooted Dandelion ~ this blog seems to have been evicted from the internet
Oct 27: The Bookworm Chronicles
Oct 30: The Blackwood Blog (Post not up on the site still 😦 as of 9AM Pacific 11/6)
Oct 30: Yearwood La Novela
Oct 31: The Voluptuous Book Diva
Nov 1: Truly Trendy (Post not up on the site still 😦 as of 9AM Pacific 11/6)
Nov 2: Blog of Author Jacey Holbrand
Nov 3: Turning Another Page (Post not up on the site still 😦 as of 9AM Pacific 11/6)
Nov 4: Yah gotta read this

 

Transcending Fire is here! #NewRelease #MCRomance #Futuristic #Erotic at @evernightpub

Hello! It’s here! My story Transcending Fire is available. Now I get to share this erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs with you!
A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?

And look at this lovely cover! Isn’t it beautiful? Cover Artist, Jay Aheer, is fab!

~ Blurb ~

* Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.
* Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.
* After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.

~ Adult Rated Excerpt ~

* A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.
* Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?
* Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.
* He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.
* Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.
* Seems she doesn’t mind.
* Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.
* She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”
* The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.
* Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.
* Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.

Buy Transcending Fire here…
Evernight Publishing has all the formats you’re looking for!

Thank you, dear reader, for taking a couple minutes to read up on my story. Use the buy links above to purchase a copy, and after you’ve read it, don’t forget to leave a review! We authors really appreciate them. 🙂

A peek into my long awaited release ‘Transcending Fire’ #ComingSoon #Dystopian #MCRomance

Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that will be changing! My story Transcending Fire is planned for release on September 5 via Evernight Publishing. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!
A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?

 

~ Blurb ~

* Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.
* Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.
* After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.

~ A PG-13 peek into the story ~

* The flames’ mesmerizing dance, the macabre song created by the crackles and pops, and the smell of death kept Hunter frozen to his spot. He wanted to help, knew he should pick up a bucketful of water or a hose and join the fray, but his immobile legs wouldn’t budge no matter the commands his brain sent them.
* There must be something in the smoke making me high. Either I really can’t move, or I’m losing my fucking marbles.
* He tried again to step forward, but still couldn’t.
* Ah, shit. I’m dreaming. Must be it. At least I hope that’s it.
* As if in answer to his thoughts, the world around him seemed to slow, become more surreal than it already was. The noises minimized into silence, yet people still rushed around him as if he were invisible, their mouths moving without voices emanating from them.
* Straight ahead, Hunter caught glimpses of a woman appearing and disappearing amongst the club members running back and forth in front of her. The ebony-haired beauty didn’t move. She stood there with a smile curling her lips.
* A hot, lusty bolt of desire surged straight to his cock. Yet beneath the instantaneous sensation lay something deeper. Dreaming or not, Hunter couldn’t quite put his finger on what he felt, but words like “connection” and “destiny” wisped across his mind.
* Their gazes locked. The lady winked and disappeared.
* The compound, except for the fire, was as it should be—club house, church, garage, barracks, factory, and some ancillary buildings—but the sky wasn’t gray. The constant hum from all the robotics and other machinery functioning in the city wasn’t present. He’d grown so accustomed to the white noise, the sudden silence almost hurt.
* Hunter shook his head, ran his palm over his face. Nothing seemed right anymore. The sky. The sounds. Even the air he breathed was different—lighter … less polluted.
* No one came up to him to check on him. Nobody questioned why he wasn’t helping.
* They all acted like he didn’t exist.
* Maybe I really don’t exist here. Maybe I’m still back in one of those foster homes and my life in Vegas has only been a fanciful dream.
* Nah. I’ve gotta be dreaming. I gotta…
* “Wake up, Hunter.”
* A weight bore down on Hunter’s shoulder, gripping his muscles like a pneumatic clamp.
* Even in a hazy state of mind, his instincts took over. Years of martial arts training had him shrugging out of the hold and spinning into a neutral stance, ready to defend and attack if need be. No matter what home he’d ended up in, he had always requested lessons. The type of discipline never mattered. The fact that he was learning a skill and had something of his own no one could take away from him had been all that’d counted.
* “Hey, boy.” Screw, an aging man, whose favorite way of dressing his scrawny body happened to be denim overalls, a bandana around his head holding back his stringy gray hair, and nothing else, held up his hands. “You know I’m a lover not a fighter.” He chuckled. “Too old and creaky to scuffle anyhow.”
* Hunter blinked. Gone was the blue sky and fire. The mechanized hum had returned as had the obsidian night. He stared at the head mechanic and lowered his arms. Last thing he’d ever want to do was harm the man he viewed as a father figure. “Screw. What? What’s going on?”
* “You tell me. You’re the one out here in your birthday suit.”
* “Birthday suit?” He glanced down at himself. Sure enough, he stood naked in the middle of the compound. “What the hell?”