Sunday, December 13, 2009

Now Available - Cry for Me

Hot off the cyber presses and waiting for your reading enjoyment, Jakob LeFay's story. If you loved this brooding character from Howl for Me, you'll really dig him when he meets his mate--Shannon McGilvrey.

In every life a few tears must fall.

Shannon McGilvrey has spent most of her life hunting what she fears most--paranormals. That was until she met Jakob LeFay. The hybrid hasn't just changed her DNA with his vampire's kiss, he's also put her in an uncomfortable position with the covert group, the Council for the Preservation of Humanity. They're going to give her a chance to prove her loyalty to the race, though. Her orders are simple: screw him, drink his blood and get the hell out of there.

A very different kind of fairy stands in her way.

Read an excerpt here.
Content: Erotica
This title contains explicit language & graphic sex.

On the Bella's Been Bad scale this story comes in at - It's so much fun to be bad.

Buy it here.



Monday, December 7, 2009

Hero interview - Asher Cope

Hero Interview: Asher Cope

Hi, Bitty Baby, star reporter for the Faerie Times here. Whoo, what a day it’s been. You see, I was sitting at my desk, minding most of my own business when out of the blue the news came over the trans-dimensional teletype that the founder of the New Pack had gotten hitched.

A half-caste mated to a mortal? Who would have thunk it? Not anybody in Tir na nOg.

Yep, I got the assignment. Interview Asher Cope and hope the half-werewolf, half-vampire doesn’t get hungry during our chat.

BITTY: Hello, Asher. May I call you Asher? (I gulped here because my interviewee didn’t look at all pleased I’d hijacked him on the way to a pack meeting) Do you have time for a few quick questions? (Not waiting for a response, I dive right in while dodging a few low tree branches) How’s married life treating you?
ASHER: Not bad considering...
BITTY: Considering what?

He stopped walking, turned to stare at me and rubbed his back against a tree. I felt as if I was being measured as a snack.

ASHER: She’s now a half-vamp. She’s taking everything in stride.
BITTY (I know I blushed at his intense scowl but forged on): How did you feel when you first met your lady?
ASHER: You really aren’t going to leave me alone until I answer your questions, are you?
BITTY: Nope. All of Tir na nOg wants to know about it.
ASHER: Fine. You’ve got five minutes.
BITTY: Remind me, how did you meet your lady?
ASHER: We met through a mutual friend. (He obviously knew I’d ask who) Liv de Nostradame.
BITTY: (Seeing him peak at his watch, I knew I better get the interview going) What’s your favorite pastime with your lady?
ASHER: You're a smart fairy. You figure it out.
BITTY: Are you always the aggressor in the bedroom or does she sometimes take the lead?
ASHER: (wearing a wicked grin) Yes. She likes being told what to do. I’m more than happy to accommodate her.
BITTY: I heard there was a, um, few extra sets of hands at your mating.
ASHER: That’s not uncommon for my kind. The more the merrier. Jennifer didn’t seem to mind. (He waggled his eyebrows and his grin widened).
BITTY: So everybody was happy?
ASHER: Most definitely.
BITTY: What would your lady say is your greatest virtue?
ASHER: That I’m never late for a pack meeting.
BO: Uh .... Boxers, briefs or other? (It was the first question that popped into my head. Inquiring minds and all that).
ASHER: (His grin disappeared) Other.
BITTY: What are you planning to do after the meeting?
ASHER: Get all hot and bothered with my mate.

He looked at his watch and started to walk off.

BITTY: (I screamed to his retreating back) In what book can we read about you?
ASHER: Howl for Me available from Cobblestone Press

BITTY: On Belladonna's Been Bad scale what is your story rated?
ASHER: It's so much fun to be bad!

There you go. Short but sweet. Best part is I didn’t end up trail mix.

Until next time – cheers!

Bitty Baby

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

It's out

It's out and I can't tell you how excited I am. Be sure to check back because the sequel to Howl for Me is coming soon from Cobblestone Press.

Note: this excerpt is for over eighteen only.

Howl for Me

Belladonna Bordeaux

Come on, it’s his birthday.

Jennifer Martin’s gaze roamed over her living room. No streamers or balloons per his request. The dozens of candles he’d brought over at the beginning of the week were artistically placed across her mantle and her side tables. In the back of her mind, she could hear her smoke alarm going off once she lit all of them. Admittedly, it added a romantic element to her rather plain décor.

Compared to most of her other relationships, theirs’ wasn’t half bad. In the two years she’d dated Asher Cope, she’d seen him at his best and worst. He was kind, caring and considerate. Everything she should want in a boyfriend. She couldn’t even bitch about their sex life except that maybe he was insatiable. But, then again, she figured most twenty-seven-year-old guys were geared for banging.

However three days a month, with almost freaky dependability, his mood turned foul. He attributed his strange behavior to bio-rhythms and normally stayed away from her apartment until he felt himself again. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was menstruating beneath a full moon.

A giggle escaped her lips. “Okay, now you are being silly.”

And, she reminded herself, he was breaking his routine with this romantic dinner. Her gaze went to the bay window taking up the back wall of her living room. Walking to the mullioned window panes, she pulled aside the lacy curtains to see the full moon peeking from between the wispy clouds floating against the inky backdrop. It was a lush moon, full and heavy—perfect for a night of sex with Asher.

They would end up in bed. They always did, unless she was having her period. Even then, she’d give him a tit ride or a blow job to take the edge off his lust. She didn’t mind. Well, not much.

“Who am I kidding?” Propping her weight on one stiletto heel, she heaved a frustrated sigh. The question her mother had asked her this morning caused her to frown. “Do I love him?”

She wished she had an answer. Not because her mother wanted her to settle down and have babies, but because after two years she thought she ought to know if she loved Asher. It wasn’t as simple as just going off gut instinct and saying three simple words.

Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me.

And she had suffered enough burns to last her a lifetime. She’d suffered all the clichés of boyfriends sleeping with her best friends or sister. Since she didn’t have a sister, her cousins were quick to go after her love interests. Her last relationship had ended with a call to the police because her lover started hitting her and wouldn’t stop. Yep, unlucky in love. That’s me.

“Hey baby, what’s got you thinking so hard you didn’t even hear the door?”

“Oh.” Startled, Jennifer spun around and nearly toppled over when she lost her balance.

“Thanks,” she whispered gratefully when he steadied her with his hands on her shoulders. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

She tipped her gaze to his face. “Mom called me today.”

His bright smile was filled with sympathy. “The ‘are you ever going to give me grandchildren’ conversation?”

“Pretty much,” she admitted with a shrug. “You know how she is. It’s all about her not getting any younger and wanting to be sure she sees that dad’s name is carried on. It hasn’t been easy on her since he passed away.”

“What about his daughter? Has it been easy on you?”

“It’s only been three months, and as you can see, I’m hanging in there.” Truthfully, she didn’t know how she felt about her father’s death. He’d never really been there for her. His world revolved around his job as a quazi-investment counselor who robbed widows blind and raped the stock portfolios of non-profit organizations. “I’m still coping with the truth behind his ponzi scheme and how he decided it was easier to kill himself than face the people he’d scammed out of all their savings.”

“That’s why I decided we’d celebrate my birthday by taking your mind off what’s happened.”
Aw, that’s sweet. The pain she’d wrestled with came rushing back. Part of her wasn’t okay with what had come out just prior to her father putting the muzzle of a gun in his mouth. The other part of her said she’d had no way of knowing what he was up to and she needed to move on with her life. “But it’s your birthday.”

“So I get to make all the rules. Your present to me is that I get to do anything I want to your body. I want to hear you howl for me.”

“I’m not sure I can.”

“Ye of little faith.” He ushered her to the couch and forced her to sit on the overstuffed cream-colored cushion. “I even brought something to help you over the hump.”

Her gaze snapped to the dress-box sitting on the credenza below her flat screen television. She returned her stare to his handsome face when he brushed his hands down her arms until he clasped both her wrists in one of his. “What are you doing?”

Even as she asked her question, liquid heat moistened her panties. Only Asher knew her fantasy about being fucked hard and thoroughly. In her private dreams she wanted a whole gala of perversion which began with him tying her down and ending with multiple partners.
She wanted him to break down the walls she’d constructed around her heart, eradicate the memories of news crews camped on her doorstep to get an exclusive interview with the daughter of Alvin Martin, before he made her beg for an orgasm. A climax he had absolute control over and delivered with sheer skill. “Jesus,” she whispered on a gasp when he released his already hard cock from his jeans.

“Are you game, Jennifer? Do you want me to fulfill all your fantasies?”

End Excerpt