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Raven Hart, a succubus bounty hunter for Hell, is on a hunt. With her query in sight, she hits a brick wall, or rather the very hard chest of a giant sexy man. She might have lost the prize for now, but she’s a winner when the hottie wants to get physical.

Marcus Dionysius, a Nephilim working for Heaven, has one mission—to prevent Hell’s beauty from stealing souls meant for the higher plane. But he soon realizes he’s met his sexual match. She’s naughty enough to tempt his senses, but her innocence means he can’t walk away when she needs him most.

Working together to discover who’s snatching souls from Heaven, they realize the true danger is falling in love.

Raven looked over at him. “Marcus, this is the coroner, Doctor Hill. Doc, this is my new partner, Detective Marcus Dionysius.”

Marcus extended his hand to the doctor, but he just paced back and forth, ignoring the proffered handshake. “Oh, my dear, you shouldn’t see this.”

 

EXCERPT:

Cover_HellsBounty“Doc, I’m a detective. There isn’t much I haven’t seen.” Raven’s no-nonsense tone had no effect on the doctor. “No, dear, not this time.” He took her by the elbow and led her a few feet away from the body. Shaking his head, he continued, “This time it’s too personal. You don’t need to see this.” He pointed at the body on the ground. “It’s Stephen, my dear.”

Marcus watched shock flash across her face for a moment before she got control again. She wasn’t expecting to see her late partner. She hadn’t done this, but that didn’t clear her of the other attacks.

The captain was sleazy. Everyone in heaven and hell knew it. And everyone thought that because Raven worked so closely with him, she was part of his plan. Marcus hoped the sexy succubus wasn’t connected with hell’s mess. He moved closer to the body.

Doctor Hill glanced at him and stopped talking.

Clearing his throat, Marcus said softly to Raven, “I’ll handle this if you’re not up to it. The captain can assign another detective to work the case with me.”

Raven looked up at him, anger flaring in her eyes as she answered, “What do you think I am? Some fragile female who can’t do her job?”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Kayden loves sexy, well-crafted stories of lust and love. Her sensuous style drives the characters in lustful romps.AuthorPic

Her paranormal erotic novella, Hell’s Bounty is published by The Wild Rose Press.

She is a member of Sisters in Crime International; Sisters in Crime Toronto; Sisters in Crime Toronto Executive;  Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers.

When she’s not at her day job she’s crafting more tales of love or spending time with her husband and children.

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Work has beWings_final (2)en purgatory (thought I’d use a different word than hell!)  So I forgot my day for fun in the sun on the Sizzling Blog Hop.  Bummer.  So, I am posting late but better late than never!  My latest offering is On Wings of Desire from Double Dragon Publishing, and I’m asking you to visit my Wings page here on the blog for the trailer, excerpt, reviews and the blurb.  Here is the cover (which I just love)  Is that a hot demon or what??

I’m offering my giveaway of a download of your choice of Wings or Celestial Sin (Celetial also has a page here on the blog so that you can see which you might enjoy reading)

Here is the link for the remainder of the hop.   http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php

Have fun & enjoy your summer!!!  Bianca

Oh, and since it isn’t in the excerpt—Salseph’s creator is the Fallen Angel Paimon

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I am so thrilled with my cover for Wings that I’m posting it again.  The very talented Elise Trissel, daughter of the very talented author BethTrissel, designed this beautiful cover.  I’m waiting for a review on Wings to have a book video done.  Then I plan to begin writing another.  My muse is still on vacation in Belize, so I suppose that story will have to wait for a few days.  In the meantime, I’d like to get the word out that On Wings of Desire is now available in both print and ebook.  http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-77115-070-X  Please take a look at the Wing page here on the blog for a blurb and excerpt.

Happy Easter!!

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Join the HOP!! http://sensuouspromos.blogspot.com for PRIZES~~~

I had too much to say about why I like Spring.  I hope you will embrace my latest creation, the reason I stay at home when others are flirting, dancing, cavorting, having sex and celebrating spring.  Oh, and driving with the top down!!  I do all those things, but my books figure strongly in my life.  If only I could find one of my heroes, his life would be in danger.

On Wings of Desire short excerpt on Spring from my Seph’s and Gloria’s POV:

He eased her legs to their flowery bed.  Her inner muscles still sucked at his cock.  She stroked the firm ass tucked between her knees, snuggled her face in the blanket of softness spread over them.  The stream whispered its song.  The scent of honeysuckle was so strong she could taste the sweetness.  A dove cooed, answered by its mate.  The earth beneath her smelled rich and dark, warm to her back.  Sated and secure beneath her angel’s wing, Gloria dozed.  She couldn’t believe she’d told him she loved him, couldn’t believe it was true.

Seph lowered his head, flared his majestic wings and kissed her breasts.  His cock hardened, sliding in her juices.  He was definitely up for another go.

The muscles in his butt tightened as he plumbed her depths.  “Gloria, ah, Gloria, see what you do to me.” He nuzzled her neck. “I want more.”

The first deep thr0a8892722d558640ust hurt.  Gloria gasped, sucking his hair into her mouth.  She wound the strands around her tongue, tasting his unique scent.  With a will of its own, her body lifted and fell as he drove hard and fast, alternated slow and deep.  Smothering her moans with kisses, he drew out, plunged into her again.  He probed her passage, his swollen cock striking the trigger that had driven her wild the first time they fucked.  The need scorching her veins focused between her legs.  She stroked the downy feathers of his under wing, and he whispered kisses on her neck.  Rapture blazed through her.  She climaxed on a high-pitched scream that resonated through the trees.  His shaft pulsed in the swell of her orgasm.  He punched deep and came in her pulsing canal.  Seph eased off her, and even though she shivered in the afterglow, she felt empty.  He flipped her on her side, cuddling to her back.  One wing spread behind him, the other covered them in a blanket of softness.  She snuggled against him, and he spooned around her.

Seph’s lips brushed her neck.  “Sleep.  I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.  We have a couple of hours yet.”Wings_final (2)

Gloria sighed.  “I’m satiated.  Are you?”

On Wings of Desire is available in Ebook on Amazon.  http://www.amazon.com/On-Wings-Of-Desire-ebook/dp/B00BQYUJY6/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1363744966&sr=8-5&keywords=bianca+swan

Don’t be confused by the cover.  Same novel!!

Available in Ebook and print on the Double Dragon Website at:  http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-77115-070-X   Read the first chapter!!

Keep hopping for great prizes including the grand prize:  An eBook prize package including from XOXO Publishing’s authors

I’m giving away a Hot Spanish Nighs coffee mug with the beautiful cover and a swag packet, including pen, autographed cover flats and download of Celestial Sin.

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I absolutely love this picture and thought I would share.  It would be a great cover for my WIP, now titled, Wings at Midnight.  Currently polishing and editing.  Wings at Midnight is about a demon created as an exact replica of an angel.

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The first chapter of Celestial Sin and the sexy cover are up for Best of March at http://2707165.polldaddy.com/s/best-of-mar-2012.  I would very much appreciate votes!!  Visit the Celestial Sin page here for an excerpt, book video and reviews!   Celestial Sin was Top Ten in the Preditors & Editors Awards.

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I posted this story on Sharon Donovan’s blog, but I thought it might be interesting to repost it here and see what people think of my first attempt at flash fiction.  It doesn’t even have a title!!

The tower clock struck midnight.  Ravenwood tensed, glanced over her shoulder at the Sanctuary.  No lights shone in the mullioned windows.  The Masters mustn’t catch her out alone at night.  Her reputation at the school had suffered for her sister’s sin.

She lit the torch, black smoke billowing from the flame. A darkling shiver crawled down her rigid spine. The voices that had roused her from sleep whispered a warning as she crept into the abandoned barn.  A lonely owl hooted from the rafters,ruffling its feathers and blinking. Red light winked in the bird’s golden eyes.  She swallowed hard, straining her ears for any sound.  Like a chill, the eerie stillness oozed over her.

Ravenwood had come to say her last goodbye to her sister.  Tonight, Alethea slept the peace of the dead in this old outbuilding. Tomorrow, she would be lowered into unhallowed ground.  Then only god knew what the fateof a demon ’s consort would be.  Her breathing rasped loud, puffing white clouds in the October air.  She inched deeper into the gloom, shoved the hood of her robe back so that she could see from the corners of her eyes. A web caught in her hair, clung to her face.  Another hard shudder coursed through her, and gooseflesh prickled her limbs.  Nausea swirled in her stomach. Frantically, she swiped the crusty fly stuck in the web and the disgusting stickiness from her skin.

A shadow moved along the rotted wood pile. A mouse squeaked, scurried out and scampered away. The shade loomed larger, distorted in the flickering light.  She flinched back a step. With a shaking hand, she clutched the crucifix around her neck. The shadow crossed the pitchfork, fell on the coffin.

Darkness coalesced into the figure of a winged man.  Two yellow orbs glowed in his leathery gray face.  The wings were shiny, rubbery black with spines and points.  A sweet
smell rose from him, but she knew the fragrance was a glamour masking the reek of the Pit.

“Daakiel,” she whispered.

“Well met, Ravenwood.” A laugh rumbled from his broad chest. “Such pretty blonde hair and lovely ivory skin, but beneath your rose and gold beauty is a soul as dark as I am.”

As always, her sister’s lover was naked, his grotesque, swollen equipment proudly on display.  She shuddered head to toe, glancing around quickly, studying her options.

There were none.

The creature with hellfire eyes passed a hand with long, vicious claws over the coffin.  From inside, came a soft scratching then the lid rattled, an urgent pounding echoing in the ruined
barn.

Ravenwood’s heart caught in her throat.  A sudden silence crawled along her nerves.  The owl hooted and took flight, a wingtip brushing her cheek.  She flinched, clamped a hand to her mouth, but a little cry escaped.   The demon flexed his wings, stirring a tornado of moldy straw.

A malicious grin split the monstrous face.  “Come my pretty,” and with the rasp of claws, he ripped the lid off the pine coffin.

Her dead sister sat bolt upright, empty fish eyes locking to Ravenwood’s.   A chilling smile spread Alethea’s blue lips. Crimson pinpointed the black irises. Any innocence that might have remained in the once Acolyte had perished. Like a spider, elbows and knees arched at odd angles, she crawled from the casket.  Grave clothes clung to her pale, withered body but her breasts were exposed and bloody.  She was horrible.

Ravenwood wouldn’t give the monster the satisfaction of screaming.  She bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood.  The demon turned and stalked toward her, fangs dripping thick, green saliva. Terrified, she backed away, collided with a stack of old cans, sending them clattering to the ground.

“Dear sister.”  Alethea’s corpse spread her arms in invitation.  Sharp fangs dented the lower lip of her smile.  “Raven, forsake your god.  Join me.”

Ravenwood ducked, grabbed the pitchfork and brandished the rusted prongs at the demon.  Another unholy laugh rumbled from its throat.

“You cannot escape, Ravenwood.

Your sister has paid her dues.  She is mine.  Tonight, Acolyte, you join me in Hell.”

Playing for time, she flung the pitchfork at the demon and dropped thetorch.  S moke billowed from dry straw. Flames sprang up, reaching for the cracked roof.  Laughter boomed in the fire.  Engulfed in the holocaust, her sister’s horrified face branded the nightmare in memory.

The demon’s leering smile didn’t falter.

She whirled and fled, her legs pumping, her feet going nowhere.  The school seemed hundreds of miles away and her feet leaden.  If she reached the Sanctuary–

A claw sliced her shoulder.  Pain scalded her arm.  Blood oozed warmth down her back.  She whirled, staring straight into the demon’s burning eyes.  Lethal pointed teeth lined the creature’s gaping maw.

A scream ripped the black velvet night, searing her throat.  She stumbled a retreat, praying aloud.

“No answer?” Daarkiel cupped a hand to his pointed ear. “Pray to someone who will hear you.”

The ground beneath her feet rolled and tossed.  She fell to her knees.  Fear lodged in her dry throat, strangling her prayers.

“You have taken my lover from me. Burned her alive, you did.”  The creature beckoned with a bloody claw.  “You will replace her.”

An image of her sister’s living cadaver blinded her. She shook her head.  “Never.”

The earth opened, swallowing her.  Down she plunged into a loamy grave, the velocity of her fall sweeping her robe over her head.  Her feet scraped something hard.  Bones.  She didn’t have time to scream.  The hole closed over her head, burying her alive.

Insects climbed over her feet. Something slithered up her neck.  She swallowed the horror and the bile burning her throat. The black dirt caressed her naked arms and legs and matted her
hair. Trapped in the earth and in her robe, unable to claw for the surface, she held her breath until her lungs threatened to implode.  Terror gripped her heart in an icy hand.

I’m going to suffocate.

A desperate gasp for breath sucked the fatal soil into her mouth and nose.  Ravenwood whispered her final prayer.  For forgiveness.

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