The Organized Ramblings of Tielle St. Clare

Collective Memory Excerpt (Adult)

2012-01-25T21:49:00.000-08:00

Scene Set Up: Cayl is an alien come to earth hunting a killer. He's never experienced "senses" before. Mace is more than willing to help him out. Collective Memory is available in e-book and print from Ellora's Cave, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

The sounds of shuffling dragged Mace out of his bed and down the hall to his guestroom. He stopped by the door. Footsteps padded across creaking floorboards and back again. Cayl was obviously having a hard time sleeping. Unable to resist, Mace pressed his ear up against he door. Step, step, grunt, and what? A whimper? What the hell was going on?

Mace tapped on the door, opening it as he poked his head inside. Cayl stood in the middle of the room, moonlight streaming across the floor, his hands propped on his hips, his jeans hanging low. His shirt was gone, thrown on the floor like he’d ripped it off in a fit of irritation.

“You okay, man?”

“I do not understand how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“How do humans shut off these senses long enough to find rest?”

Mace hid his grin. So the guy was going to continue his “I’m an alien” routine. That was okay. He could play like that.

Cayl spun around and glared at him. “If I could possibly get used to the scent of the bedclothes, there is the constant hum of your food storage unit and the tree brushing against the roof.” He paused. “And if I could ignore all of that, my shaft has remained hard since we left that club making it impossible for me to sleep.”

Mace let his gaze drop to Cayl’s crotch and sure enough, there was a distinctive bulge that indicated the poor man was in some discomfort. Oh yeah. I can definitely play with that.

“How am I to correct this?” Cayl demanded.

“Correct it?”

“It’s obviously defective. I was given to understand a male’s shaft got hard when the human was preparing for intercourse. I am alone and quite obviously not preparing to have intercourse, so why is it hard?”

“You were hard at the club,” Mace pointed out.

“But Agent Denning, who is female, was present and rubbing against me.” Agent Denning? Mace had to ask Devin about that. “That was a logical explanation. The body believed it might have some chance at penetration.”

The edge of Mace’s mouth kicked up. He could almost believe this guy didn’t understand fucking. But the way he’d kissed Devin and sucked her tits…fuck, that had been hot.

Cayl’s mouth crinkled into an irritated line. “I don’t know what to do when one is alone.”

“Okay, um, you…” Hmm, how did he explain this? “You rub it. You know, put your hand on it.”

Cayl shook his head and sighed. “I tried that. Touching it only makes it worse.”

Mace’s smiled broadened into a full-blown grin.

“You have to kind of do it for a bit. It gets worse before it gets better.”

“You’ve done this?”

“Many times.”

Cayl pulled open the button fly and shoved them down, his cock popping out as it was freed and stretching long, hard and thick.

“Please show me this technique. I cannot tolerate this sensation much longer.”

Show him? Come on. You can do it. Give a hand job to the hot guy in your spare room who thinks he’s an alien.

There were all sorts of reasons why he shouldn’t do this—first and foremost being this guy might be insane—but the thick cock pushed aside the concerns. He walked across the room to where Cayl stood. Cayl’s broad chest tapered down into a ripped stomach. Hmm. Nice. Hard and firm. Thick. He shook his head when he realized he’d moved past describing his chest and returned his attention to Cayl’s cock.

Cayl tipped his head to the side as if to urge Mace to hurry. Demanding little shit. Except he wasn’t little. Not where it counted. Not anywhere.

“Well, you just…” What the hell, just do it. He reached out and curled his fingers around the base of the shaft. Cayl’s sharp inhale warned Mace it wouldn’t take much. The guy was on the edge. “You just stroke it.” He slid his hand up, tightening his grip, letting his fingers tease the round head. A garbled cry erupted from Cayl’s throat.

“Ahh!”

Cayl might be insane but he wasn’t faking the hunger. Mace gave another pump and felt a shudder run through Cayl’s body. Mace kept his eyes down and worked his hand over the thick cock, every stroke drawing a reaction from Cayl—a groan, a shiver. Fuck the guy is responsive. Strong fingers dug into his shoulder as Cayl punched his hips forward, driving his cock into Mace’s grip.

“Mace, please you must—”

Mace looked up. Cayl’s wide eyes stared back at him—a mix of panic and fear.

“Surely there is some resolution soon?”

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie Excerpt (Adult)

2011-11-18T21:50:00.000-08:00

As promised, here is an excerpt to "Let Sleeping Wolves Lie." Available now from B&N (Nook) and coming soon to Amazon (Kindle).

Scene Set Up: Maddock has returned to an out of the way bar, strangely compelled by his attraction to another man. Poor Maddock. He's been having a rough week.

Enjoy!

Tielle

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie

He wasn't interested in Dex sexually. He was practically on the verge of maybe getting engaged to Monica. And he sure as hell wasn't interested in guys. A few exploratory encounters in college didn't count.

His foot tapped on the floor, expelling some of the energy surging through his veins. He took a deep breath and tried to stop the strange twitching. Damn, he felt like he’d been shot through with electricity.

He pulled out his phone and opened his email. He could sit here and work just as well as at the office. They didn't have wireless, but the cell service worked well enough.

The first email was from Monica, followed by another. He started flipping through the messages, typing a quick reply. His gaze tripped over to Dex, carrying a tray of drinks to a table of men. They looked like the same guys who'd been here the other day. Sort of made sense. It was about the same time.

These guys must be regulars.

Dex flashed the whole table a smile. The one closest to him raised his hand and patted Dex's hip, getting dangerously close to his ass.

Maddock's gums tingled and the muscles along his jaw clenched. The base of his throat tightened. Conflicting sensations crowded his brain. And he had the strangest urge to growl.

He ran his tongue over the rough edges of his teeth. The lightest touch sent shockwaves into his jaw. Fuck, when was the last time he’d been to the dentist?

Laughter he instantly recognized as Dex grabbed his attention. He watched as Dex spun away from the table and headed back to the bar.

The strange sensations in his teeth faded as Dex moved away from that table, but the strain at the base of his neck remained.

Maddock rolled his shoulders back but couldn’t release the tension. Forcing his eyes to focus, he stared at the half-typed message on his phone and realized he didn’t understand what he’d written. How the hell would anyone else? He re-read the original note, remembered his reply and jumped back in to tapping on the screen.

But the swish of a tight ass encased in black denim fluttered at the edge of his sight and he looked up. Dex was back at that table, handing out drinks, bending over to place a pitcher of beer in the center.

The guy with the wandering hands put his fingers on Dex's arm, drawing him down to whisper something in his ear. Dex bent down and listened.

He's probably just asking for directions to the bathroom.

Right.

The movements were subtle, keeping Dex close, the teasing glow in the guy’s eyes.

Dex leaned closer. He tipped his head to the side at something the guy said, then turned and looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting Maddock's. The other guy looked as well.

Instinct controlled his body. Maddock spread his legs a little bit and draped one arm over the back of the booth, warning the guy that he was watching and letting him see Maddock was big enough to defend what belonged to him.

Not that Dex belonged to him.

Fuck, what was happening to his brain?

The twitch in his leg returned.

He looked at the time. Dex's break was another twenty minutes away, but he didn't think he was going to make it. He had to get the hell out of there.

He went back to his phone but barely saw the screen. Every movement in the bar caught his attention. His senses tracked Dex's path around the room, especially when he went near that table of men.

The volume level rose as another big group came in. Dex seemed to know where everyone was, when they needed refills. He moved quickly but never seemed to rush a customer. Maddock had to admire the way he worked the crowd, smiling, flirting, teasing.

It was all fine until Dex headed back to the first table of guys. He leaned forward placing another pitcher in the center of the table, showing off that tight ass. And the handsy bastard just couldn't keep from touching, once again patting Dex's hip like he had the right.

Maddock was out of his booth before he knew what was happening. Four strides carried him across the room.

He stared down at the construction worker and grabbed Dex's arm.

“Take your break now,” he growled.

Dex blinked and looked up at him. Those wide green eyes held a spark of fear, but the lust that flashed at him told him the shivers he sensed running through Dex's body weren't because he was afraid. Dex nodded.

Maddock glared a warning down at the man who'd dared touch Dex. The guy flinched and satisfaction surged through Maddock's chest. He was pretty sure the guy would keep his hands to himself from now on.

He nudged Dex to move and Dex headed toward the back of the bar. Maddock didn't let go as he followed, almost pushing Dex, urging him to get them somewhere private so he could…

Fuck, he didn't know what he was going to do, but he needed Dex alone. Needed to get a few things straight.

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie

2011-11-18T09:22:00.000-08:00

My new book "Let Sleeping Wolves Lie" will be available soon at Amazon and B&N. Let me tell you a bit more...

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie
When something tall, dark and yummy crosses Dex's threshold, his inner Omega wolf goes on full alert. Instinct tells Dex he's met his mate but the man seems less than thrilled at the prospect. And has totally suppressed his inner wolf.

Maddock has no intention of getting involved with any man, especially a little hottie who's a little nuts. The guy actually thinks he's a werewolf and that Maddock is one as well.

But resisting temptation is harder than he imagined. The full moon is on the rise and instinct can't be denied forever.

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie is a m/m werewolf story.

Collective Memory Excerpt (Adult)

2011-05-30T08:54:00.000-07:00

Set Up: Cayl is an alien come to Earth chasing an evil alien. In Cayl's world, they don't have physical forms so he's never experienced having "senses". In this scene, Devin, Mace and Cayl enter a notorious sex club searching for the bad guy.

Collective Memory
By Tielle St. Clare
Available June 1 from Ellora's Cave

Fuck. Devin crushed the curse in her throat. She’d gotten herself into this, taunting Mace. Now she couldn’t brush it off, not without breaking their cover. And it had been her command that they blend.

“Bend over, hands on the table.” Mace’s low, penetrating voice filled her core and made her pussy clench.

She swallowed but it made no difference to the lump in her throat. A quick glance toward Cayl did nothing to calm her. He stood a few feet away, observing, his clever mind obviously recording everything. God, please don’t let him ask questions.

Taking a breath, she leaned forward and placed her palms on the table. She lifted her head and met Mace’s stare. The challenge in his eyes shot through her body. She could handle this. It was just a simple spanking. Or at least that’s what she thought he had in mind. Vanessa hummed softly, the sound mocking. Whether it was directed at Mace or Devin, she didn’t know. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to let some Elvira wannabe laugh at her or Mace.

Devin took the noise inside her and used it to power her resolve. She pushed her ass out and lowered her eyes.

“Please, Sir.”

“Very good.” Mace accompanied the words with a slow caress to her ass, his fingers measuring the curve. “Nice,” he said, his voice low, intimate. “I’m just going to warm your ass a bit, then finish when we get home. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her fingers curled against the wood despite the fact that she couldn’t grip the smooth surface. She wasn’t afraid of being physically hurt. She didn’t think Mace would actually beat her and her skirt would protect her from the sting but still the thought of being spanked, in public, made her heart race.

She waited, the anticipation almost too much before she felt the first strike. As she’d expected, the material of her skirt muted the sensation. She could do this. He’d smack her ass a couple of times and then they’d move on.

“Mace, Sir…” Cayl’s voice broke through Devin’s calm. “If I understand physical punishment, there should be some discomfort. Would it not be better to strike her bare skin?”

Her gasp resonated against the wood desk.

“Why, Cayl, I believe you’re right.”

No, no, no. He couldn’t be serious.

“Help me pull her skirt up.” Two sets of hands tugged on the hem of her skirt. Cool air rushed across her skin as they pulled the material high, forcing her to shift to draw it up to her waist. She did a mental flip through her morning and tried to remember what underwear she’d put on. Please don’t let it be the cotton granny panties. Not the granny panties. She remembered having them in her hand but couldn’t remember if she’d actually put them on or—

“Ooh, our slut is showing off for us today.”

Damn, the fluorescent-pink bikinis.

She shivered as warmth slid across her skin, Mace’s large hand cupping her butt cheek. He gave it a little squeeze. The heat in his hand sank into her pussy and it was all she could do not to press back against him. No, this wasn’t good. She had to—a faint hum, high, like a question, filtered through the air. And another hand settled on her ass, covering her other cheek, testing, following the curve.

“Nice.” Mace asked, giving her backside another squeeze.

“Yes.” Cayl mirrored the action. “Again, strangely compelling. Similar physical reaction to the sight of her bare breasts.”

His hand slid down, fingers dipping between her legs. Devin crushed a yelp. His fingertips traced the line of her panties, a breath away from her pussy. Her mind raced with the fact that she was wet, really wet and if he touched her he would know. And he would probably announce it to the world.

“Not so fast, slick.” Mace’s voice halted Cayl’s fingers. “We want to make sure her pussy is nice and eager before we give her any relief.”

“Hmm.” That masculine, assessing hum told her Cayl had put the concept into his memory. From what she’d read of his world, he wasn’t likely to forget. Cayl’s fingers slipped away. “Now you will punish her?”

“Yes.”

A Change of Pace Excerpt (Adult...slightly)

2011-05-11T07:50:00.000-07:00

A Change of Pace
By Tielle St. Clare
Available Now.

“Wanna go upstairs?”

The rumble in Knox’s voice vibrated through Aiden’s core, right to his cock. Aiden cleared his brain and focused on the question. Just because he'd spent the evening thinking about licking the yummy sheriff from top to bottom didn't mean anything. It wasn't an invitation to sex. It was just a way to say it was late. And Knox had a lot to do tomorrow what with thirty people coming over.

“What do you think, professor?” Knox’s voice dropped low. “Isn’t it time we went to bed?”

Aiden licked his lips and tried to think of some kind of response. Words crisscrossed through his brain but he couldn’t make them form a coherent sentence. Fuck, he had a Masters in English Literature. He should be able to come up with the right words, but all he could think was, “Knox. Sex. Bad idea. Yummy. Holy shit. Fuck me. Yes!”

In the end, it didn’t matter. Knox flashed another arrogant half-smile and leaned closer, tipping his head. Aiden had plenty of opportunity to retreat—but he couldn’t have moved if the house had been burning. He pushed his shoulders back and lifted his chin, determined to meet the challenge in Knox’s eyes. The corners of that wicked mouth curled up in a half-smile seconds before his lips touched Aiden’s.

Time paused, just for a moment, breathless as lips brushed across lips. As if testing Aiden’s response, Knox moved slowly, changing the caress from mere touches to a kiss, soft and light, clouding his brain, seducing Aiden with teasing caresses. His hands fluttered a bit, not knowing where to touch, but needing that contact. He reached up and grabbed Knox’s arms, the powerful muscles giving some stability to his spinning world.

The kiss was nothing like he would have expected from a big man. It didn’t overwhelm, didn’t demand. It teased and tempted until Aiden opened his mouth, silently pleading for Knox to take control.

But Knox held back. He flicked his tongue across Aiden’s upper lip. Another light touch. Aiden groaned and tightened his grip on the thick muscles, pulling Knox closer. The hard bulge of Knox’s erection brushed against Aiden. The heat tempted him almost as much as the sensual kisses. Still, Knox held back. Aiden wanted to scream. Instead he pressed up on his toes and pushed into the kiss, demanding more.

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Marvin Excerpt

2011-05-07T10:51:00.000-07:00

Scene Set Up.
A new Fairy Godmother has accidentally sprinkled some sexed up Happily Ever After Fairy Dust on Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Marvin has entered the tale to save it. Only, Goldilocks (all grown up and ready to play), isn't cooperating.

Thankfully, this was a simple and short tale. It wouldn’t take much to complete.

“Listen, Miss…Locks,” he started lamely. “You see that house behind me. I need you to go there.”

“Okay.” She gave an agreeable shrug.

“Once you get there, you should be able to figure everything out. There’s some porridge…”

“Ugh, I’m not much of a porridge kind of girl.”

“And three chairs…” he continued, refusing to let her distract him any more than she already had.

“Don’t need three chairs.” She slapped her backside. “Only got one ass.”

He blushed. “Right. And three beds.”

“Hmm. Now that sounds fun.” She strolled forward, her eyes trained on the house, her mouth a little bit open. “Are they empty?”

“The beds? Uh, yes. For now but in a little bit, three bears are going to come home and find you—”

She shook her head and backed away. “Uh-uh. Not happening. I am so not into wildlife.”

“But you have to.”

“No. I don’t.” She hitched her thumb over her shoulder, the direction opposite the Bears’ house. “There’s a town just over that hill with a wicked pub and some really hot Woodsmen. I’ll head there.”

“But—but what about the Bears?” Marvin yelled at her back.

“I don’t do wildlife,” she called over her shoulder as she sauntered away.

Marvin tried to think of something to say but the flip-swish of her ass peeking out from beneath her short skirt momentarily made it impossible to find the right words. Hell, it was impossible to find any words, except for maybe “fuck me”.

The phrase startled him—he never thought in those terms—but not even surprise forced his eyes away from her pale ass. Until she disappeared over the rise.

He sighed, hard and long. What was he going to do now? Not only wasn’t the tale proceeding as planned, he didn’t even have a Goldilocks anymore.

Martin was going to kill him. Just murder him. Or banish him. Marvin’s stomach clenched. Martin might banish him to the Real World like he’d done with Marlena. Only Marlena had her true loves. Marvin would be alone.

No, he couldn’t let it happen. There had to be an answer. Some way to fix this.

Wind whipped through the trees, blowing a strand of blond hair into his eyes.

Blond? That’s right. I’m blond. Or I was before I lost most of my hair. I could be Goldilocks. He nodded as the idea took shape. It would be a different version but he could explain that away, that they’d wanted a male star in this tale, just to see how it was received.

This might work. His heart started to beat again, pounding at a slightly faster than normal rate.

Marvin started toward the Bears’ home, his legs eating up the distance quickly. He stepped up on the porch and peered through the window. Looked empty. Good. He was still on track.

His reflection wobbled in the glass and he froze. The man staring back at him wasn’t right. He wasn’t short and balding. He was taller, though Goldilocks had still topped him by several inches, and had a head full of hair. The golden locks hung straight, stopping just beneath his chin. He looked down. The tan shirt he’d been wearing was open, torn apart as his chest had expanded. So that was the tearing sound.

Like Goldilocks, he was fascinated with his new body. He ran his hand across the hard muscles of his chest and down the gentle ridges of his stomach. I’m ripped.

Because the thing had been pulsing and twitching at him since he’d arrived, Marvin continued his exploration downward, his fingers running the length of his cock. A shiver raced up his spine, momentarily blinding him. Oh my. He yanked his hand away.
He’d seen Ethan, one of Marlena’s lovers, stroking himself, sliding his hand up and down his cock while he watched Hunter and Marlena fuck. At the time, Marvin hadn’t understood the appeal. Now he grasped the concept much more firmly.

With a vague thought that if he finished this tale quickly and properly, he might have a chance to do a little more manual exploration before he returned to Headquarters, Marvin grabbed the doorknob and cranked his wrist to the right. The door swung open easily and he stepped into the kitchen.

Three bowls of porridge were arranged neatly on the table. Marvin sighed at the normalcy of it all. This would be simple.

“Just eat the porridge,” he said aloud to himself. “Break the chair, sleep on the bed. And when the Bears show up, run screaming from the room.”

After The Ceremony Is Out

2011-02-07T16:18:00.000-08:00

It's free and it's available now from Ellora's Cave. Click here to download your copy.

After The Ceremony is the story of Mik and Taylor's wedding night. You met Mik, Taylor and Zach in New Year's Kiss and in Shadow's Embrace, you got a short glimpse of their wedding reception. Well, now it's time for their wedding night. Zach is trying to be noble and let the two of them have a special night together. Mik and Taylor have other plans...in fact, they have plans for Zach.

If you've been reading the Wolf's Heritage series, you'll love this little treat.

If you've never read my stuff, here's a taste of the sexy side of things.

Enjoy!
Tielle

Short Shadow's Embrace Excerpt

2010-09-05T09:19:00.000-07:00

Short scene but I thought it was pretty hot. And definitely delicious enough to share. Shadow's Embrace is available now from Ellora's Cave (just click the title above and you should go right to the page). Once again, adult excerpt!

Have a great weekend!
Tielle

Shadow's Embrace
By Tielle St. Clare

His fingers brushed his cock and he groaned. Fuck, he’d been hard since…well, since he’d woken up in that cave. The vague memory of Rebel pressing against him, a hot hand on his dick, teased him.

And he had to talk to Kalen. Had to explain.

Explain what? The memory of what had happened didn’t make any sense. He remembered pain and cold. Beyond that, he needed Rebel to fill in the blanks.

But he couldn’t face her like this.

He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his cock. The heat from the shower seemed to pool in his core and the shaft grew longer, fuck, even harder. He started to pull and push, feeling the skin slide easily against his fingers.

Images flickered through his head, like a movie montage. He tried to grab onto one—the sexy picture of Kalen flat on her back, legs spread, her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt—but they passed too quickly, shifting and changing, always sexual. Kalen. Rebel. The two bodies merged and separated. Kalen’s mouth on his cock, Rebel, hot behind him, his erection rubbing against Brennan’s ass. His hand replacing Kalen’s mouth on his cock. Rebel’s voice. “Not stopping. Want to feel you come, babe.”

Brennan squeezed his cock and thrust into the tight grip. Rebel’s voice rang through his head blended with the delicious memories of Kalen, the sexual groans and the way she fucked him, her pussy clutching his dick as he filled her. The two memories combined in his brain until he couldn’t distinguish one from the next.

Shadow's Embrace Available Today

2010-09-01T11:38:00.000-07:00

Shadow's Embrace is available today from Ellora's Cave. It's a hot, sexy M/M/F werewolf menage. I'm really proud of this book. There's one excerpt below.

Happy reading!
Tielle

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8592-shadows-embrace.aspx

Shadow's Embrace Excerpt (X-rating...did you expect anything less?)

2010-08-21T12:04:00.001-07:00

Shadow's Embrace comes out September 1 from Ellora's Cave. Here's just a taste.

Scene set: Brennan and Kalen have come home to find an old friend (Rebel) of Kalen's on her couch--a half-dress, very buff friend--and Brennan's feeling a little jealous. He takes Kalen upstairs to stake his claim.

“Pretty little girls should be careful how they tease.” He kept his words formal, just a hint of the schoolmaster in his tone.

She giggled. “But it’s fun.” She bent her legs and placed her feet against his ribs. Slowly she slid them back, drawing him closer, until her ankles crossed behind him. He didn’t fight her subtle attempt to pull him near. He lowered his hips and pressed his cock against her pussy. The thin layer of her panties barely muted the heat. He ground against her, watching her eyes glaze over, feeling the dig of her heels into his back.

He loved it when she was in this mood. Slow and sexy was good but when Kalen was like this, she wanted to fuck, hard and long. And he was just mad enough to give it to her.

The image of her staring at Rebel’s body—her stunned, sexually charged gulp—made his jaw ache. She belonged to him. And no long-haired bad boy from her past was going to take her away.

He looked into her eyes. His own reflection glowed back at him. The tightness in his chest relaxed. Here in this bed she was focused solely on him.

And he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

He rocked his hips in a circle, pushing almost too hard against her pussy. Keeping the slow rhythm going, he reached out and picked up her right hand, the one she’d had between her legs, fucking that pretty little cunt that belonged to him.

He lifted her hand to his mouth. His eyes captured hers, holding her gaze as he licked across her palm and slowly up her fingers. Faint traces of her pussy juices clung to her skin and teased his tongue. She watched, her breathing getting deeper as he bit the tip of her finger. Her hips wiggled and she pressed harder against his erection. The silent plea for his cock was sweet but not enough.

He wanted more than silent begging. He wanted her out of her mind, needing him, consumed by him.

He piked his hips back, breaking the grip of her legs. The sudden withdrawal of his cock seemed to shock her. Her eyes grew wide and she reached for him. He shook his head and pulled back. He wasn’t going far but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. Not just yet.

“Brennan—”

“That’s it, baby,” he said as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her red panties. He dragged them down over her round ass, pulling the elastic tight so she felt it burn across her skin. She might appear like a delicate flower but she liked a little pain, craved it. Masculine pride swelled in his chest. He was pretty damn sure he was the only one who knew that. She arched into the stinging caress.

He bent down, leaving her thighs trapped together by the silk, and nipped her lower lip, not staying long enough to make it a real kiss. “I like hearing my name on those pretty lips.” He slid the panties the rest of the way down. He thought he heard a bit of the silk tear but he ignored the sound. He’d buy her another pair.

He tossed the panties over his shoulder. “Begging me to fuck you.”

Her chin lifted. Defiance mixed with hunger in her eyes. His cock got even harder, pressing up, straining to be inside her. Fuck, he loved her. She was the perfect mix of demure and slutty, submissive and defiant.

“I wasn’t begging.”

The edge of his mouth pulled up in a smile.

“You will be.”

Marvin and the Three Bears

2010-05-18T23:03:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's all about Marvin today. Here's an excerpt while you wait for Marvin's release! I hope you enjoy it!
Tielle

Marvin and The Three Bears (from Ellora's Cave)

A scene in which Marvin faces Mama Bear...

Taking a deep breath, Marvin opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Lissa waited at the top of the stairs, her fingers tapping a hole into the wood banister. When she saw Marvin, she straightened and began the short walk toward him. The seductive sway of her hips and breasts captivated him, holding him steady until she was inches in front of him.

She tipped her head back and looked up at him, her ruby red lips opening, giving him the perfect image of her lips wrapped around his cock.

But somehow he didn’t think she was going to be quite as generous as Jeremy had been.

“My turn.”

Marvin found himself unable to respond.

The edges of her mouth kicked up in an arrogant smile that rippled through his chest and sank into his groin. Never had a woman looked at him like that—wicked, sexual, powerful. Every sensation seemed to be a new caress to his cock.

He had a fuzzy flash of the Fairy Godmothers. Frumpy, grim, overworked. They all viewed him as a necessary evil—the one who assigned them tales and kept things in line. But never had they looked at him like he was a treat. Something to be savored. Tormented…just a little…just enough.

His chest seized up. With just one look she’d made his cock hard.

And being that he’d just discovered how deliciously painful that could be, how much he ached for release, he really had no choice when she turned and walked away…well, it was really more of a stroll, with slow, swinging hips and the potential for hot sex rolling off her back.

There was really nothing he could do. Nothing…except follow.

She opened her bedroom door and led the way. She stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at him, her eyes commanding his attention.

Forcing air into his lungs, he took a step forward.

Once he made that first step, his body took control and he followed.

He stepped into the bedroom. The bedspread had been straightened after his frantic attempt at dishevelment. All that remained were crisp corners.

And an array of tools. Objects. Toys. Implements. It all depended on how one viewed such things.

The band around his chest pulled tighter as he saw the “implements” displayed at the foot of the bed. A crop, a paddle and a short, cylindrical object. Butt plug. Even without much modern knowledge of the Real World he recognized the device. And thanks to Marlena and her lovers, he knew how it was used.

“Oh my.”

Contest Winner!!

2010-05-18T09:06:00.000-07:00

We have a winner!! Congratulations to "pookietoes"...you've won a copy of Marvin and the Three Bears. Please contact me at tielle@tiellestclare.com to collect your book. Let me know your preferred format!

Thanks to everyone who stopped by...Marvin comes out tomorrow (May 19!!)

Tielle

Fairy Dust Excerpt & Contest!

2010-05-12T10:54:00.000-07:00

Marvin and the Three Bears comes out May 19...it's the sizzling sequel to Fairy Dust. To get you in the mood, here's a little excerpt from Fairy Dust. Marlena is a Fairy Godmother who has added a Hot Sex Additive to her Happily Ever After dust. In this scene, her boss is not happy with her efforts.

Comment on this post and you'll be entered to win an advance copy of Marvin and The Three Bears!

Fairy Dust Excerpt

“Marlena, this is exactly what I’m here to discuss.” Martin waved his hand toward the looking glass. “Our fairy tales end with a perfect kiss. They’ve always ended with a perfect kiss. That’s what tells the reader that the Happily Ever After is assured.”

“Well, yes, and I’ve done that. They kissed.” She pointed to the open book. “See?”

“Yes, the story is supposed to end there. They aren’t supposed to have a secret life once the book is closed.”

“But—“

“Your new formula has wreaked havoc in Fairy Tale Land.”

His condemning tone made the hairs on the back of Marlena’s neck stand straight up. She didn’t understand how a little sex could be described as “wreaking havoc.” Besides, she’d worked on hard on her formula. And she’d seen her successes. She checked in occasionally with past charges to ensure that they were getting their Happily Ever After. It wasn’t easy. Most of them were surprised at how hard being happy with a mate was, but the hot sex really seemed to help when times where stressful.

“I haven’t received any complaints from my charges.”

“How could you? They are too busy having sex to complain.”

Marlena nodded, barely hearing his words. She was much more fascinated that he could actually speak with his teeth clenched so tightly together.

“It’s bad enough when they are romantic tales but two days go, you poured some on Hansel and Gretel.”

Hansel and Gretel? Marlena bit her lower lip. It had been six months since she’d covered a Hansel and Gretel story. Oh wait, there had been one. She’d been walking by, having taken a sample of her HEA Fairy Dust to show one of the other Godmothers and she’d peeked in. Some of her dust must have spilt at just the wrong time.

“Oops?”

Martin’s face turned a most unattractive red. “Oops?”

“Did something happen?”

“Hansel went from a sweet, twelve year old boy to a twenty-five year old stud.”

“That’s bad?”

“We can’t get him off the witch!”

Marlena pulled back, allowing her confusion to show on her face.

“The witch? That doesn’t seem a like a good match.”

Marvin leaned forward and said in a low voice, “she turned from an old crone to a really hot forty year old.” He offered a weak smile. “It’s a good thing that house is made of gingerbread or they’d have starved by now.”

“Oh.” Marlena felt her eyes widen. She might have to check that out. Research purposes and all. “What happened to Gretel?”

Martin folded his arms across his narrow chest, the glower intensifying on his face.

“She’s twenty-two and hanging out in bars, having one night stands with the woodsmen from Little Red Riding Hood.”

Marlena winced but waved her hand, dismissing the concern. “Young women do that. She’ll grow out of it.”

“She’s supposed to be a child who tricks an old witch into an oven,” Martin snapped.

“Yes, but truly, is that a happy ending? For anyone?”

New Cover! Release Date!

2010-04-21T09:10:00.000-07:00

Marvin and The Three Bears (sequel to Fairy Dust) is coming May 19, 2010. The cover is below...isn't it yummy?

Enjoy!
Tielle

Marvin and the Three Bears
When a novice Fairy Godmother accidentally drops some sexed-up Happily Ever After Fairy Dust on Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Marvin—second in command in Fairy Tale Land—jumps in to save the tale.

Taking over for Goldilocks should be simple, right? All he has to do is eat the porridge, sit on the chair and sleep in the bed. And when the Three Bears return home, run screaming from the house.

But the Fairy Dust has changed things…including the Three Bears. They’ve turned human. Baby Bear is no baby. Mama wears black leather and wields a wicked paddle. And Papa Bear? Oh my…he’s going to make sure Marvin pays for the damage he’s done, inch by luscious inch.

By Daylight Come Available Now!

2010-04-05T09:20:00.000-07:00

By Daylight Come

It began so innocently…but it didn’t stay that way.

After saying a spell from a magic dragon book to entertain her nieces, Tina finds herself with a wounded dragon on her lawn. He doesn’t stay a dragon for long. He turns into the most luscious man she’s ever seen.

In the dragon’s world, every woman has two lovers—her Protector and her Warrior. To survive, the three of them must Join.

Tina knows the perfect man to claim as her Warrior—strong, powerful and sexual. Now she has to convince him to Join with her…permanently.

Check it out! Find it at Ellora's Cave!

Tielle

Excerpt 2: By Daylight Come

2010-04-01T20:55:00.000-07:00

By Daylight Come is available April 5 from Ellora's Cave. I've got two excerpts posted. One more adult than the other:)

Enjoy!
Tielle

Tina listened to her nieces giggling as she walked up the stairs to the attic. It was almost time for their parents to come get them after their evening with “Aunt-T”. About once a month, Tina took the girls for the evening so her sister and her husband could be alone. She usually tried to do it on the weekends but a Thursday night worked as well. Only one more day of work before the weekend.

“Hey guys, it’s almost time to go.”

“Wait. Aunt-T, you’ve got to see this.”

Katrina, the oldest, lifted a heavy leather-bound book from her lap. Tina had never seen it before but the attic held treasures from generations past and no one really knew what was up here.

“What did you find, sweetie?”

“It’s a book of magic,” Elena announced, her eyes wide and filled with wonder.

“Magic? I didn’t know there were any magic books up here.”

Her crazy great-aunt Hilda had owned the cabin/house in the woods for thirty years. Upon her death, she’d willed it to Tina and her sister. Tina loved the isolation, even if it did mean an hour-long commute to work. The forest and the silence were worth it. She’d bought her sister’s half of the cabin a year ago but still hadn’t gone through her aunt’s cluttered attic.

“It’s dragon magic,” Katrina said. She traced her fingertips across the elaborate dragon embossed on the cover. “Isn’t it beautiful?” The awe that filled the child’s voice aroused Tina’s curiosity and she sat down beside her niece and looked over her shoulder.

“It’s a lovely book. I’ve just never seen it before. I didn’t know it was up here.”

Katrina pushed it into her lap. “You should say a spell.”

“Me?” Tina tried to push the book back.

“Yes,” Katrina said. “There’s a spell in here to call your true love. You should say it.”

Tina shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“But Mom says you need a man,” Elena piped up.

Tina tried not to glare at her six-year-old niece for the words her mother had put in her mouth. Especially since it was true.

“Come on, Auntie. It will be fun.”

Elena jumped up and down. “I wanna see a dragon.”

“A dragon. Right.” Tina looked into the hopeful faces of her nieces and sighed. She was a sucker for cute. “Fine, let’s see this book.” She flipped open the pages. Dragons illuminated every page along with words written in elaborate script. Spells to vanquish your enemies, create a storm and…Tina stopped on the page. Call Your True Loves.

“That’s the one. Come on. Read it.”

Tina ran her finger down the page. It seemed innocuous enough. Entertainment for the girls. Elena jumped up and down until Katrina—older and wiser at age nine—pulled her down beside her.

“Don’t distract her. It’s magic. She has to concentrate.”

It was all Tina could do not to roll her eyes. Concentrate? To read a “magic spell”. Yeah, right.

“Okay, here goes…

“By Dragon’s Light and Dragon’s Fire
Bring me now my heart’s desire
Warrior, Maiden, Protector, Three
By daylight come my Loves to me.”

She finished the words and waited. And waited. The girls sat silent, listening intently to every creak the old house made. A heavy weight clogged the air around them.

The doorbell rang, shattering their anticipation.

All three gasped.

“He’s here,” Katrina breathed, her eyes popping open wide. Elena jumped up and started to scream. Waving for her niece to be quiet, Tina leaned over and peeked out the window that looked down on the driveway.

“Sorry to disappoint you. It’s your parents. Come to take you home.”

“But where is he?” Elena asked as Tina gathered the book and followed them down the stairs.

“Maybe it doesn’t work immediately. Maybe you have to wait,” Katrina said, obviously still hopeful.

Tina smiled. “Well, then I’ll keep waiting.” Yeah, right. I’m done waiting for Mister Right. I’m looking for Mister Well-Hung. But my nine year-old niece doesn’t need to hear that.

She set the book on the couch and nagged her nieces to gather their stuff before opening the door and greeting her sister. Pam looked remarkably satisfied and a little rumpled and Tina couldn’t resist saying so. Pam smiled.

“It’s amazing what having the house to yourself for five straight hours will do for you.” Her husband, Mike, stepped out of the car and waved. He also had an air of relaxation about him.

“Glad somebody’s gettin’ some,” Tina said with a smile.

Pam laughed. “You could be, too. You just need to get out there.”

“I’ve been ‘out there’. I didn’t care for it. And what’s this business about telling your girls I need a man?”

“You do. It’s got to be lonely living all the way out here by yourself and wouldn’t it be nice to have a man to cuddle up next to on cold nights when your heating goes out.”

“The only man I need when my heating goes out is the plumber.”

Pam shook her head. “You’re missing out. I think you should reconsider some of the men in town. Dane watches you like you’re ice cream on a hot day.”

Tina felt the center of her stomach fall away at the mere mention of his name. Dane Sheridan, sheriff, stud and…ex-husband to one of her best friends. Despite the intense attraction between them, that alone kept her from following through. Still, there had been that one time when they’d almost…

The girls came to the door, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. Tina ignored her the brief, erotic stilted memory and with hugs and kisses, sent them on their way.

The house was quiet when she walked back inside. She missed the girls when they left but also enjoyed the silence of her own space. Strolling into the living room, she stopped at the couch and traced her fingers across the cover of the book. The luminous eyes of the dragon seemed to stare at her—wise, solemn eyes with pale purple sparkles.

“Right,” she said aloud. “I’m looking for a purple-eyed dragon to save me.”

Excerpt: By Daylight Come

2010-03-19T21:32:00.001-07:00

By Daylight Come (originally released in Enter the Dragon) will be released as a single title on April 5. This has always been one of my favorite stories. It's the first one that I was really tempted to have my two heroes make love. Didn't happen but it gave me good inspiration for the next book.

Here is an adult (just have to say it) and amusing excerpt from the book. Don't forget. April 5! Mark your calendars...okay, I'll mark my calendar, how about that?

By Daylight Come
by Tielle St. Clare
(available April 5...just a bit of shameless self-promotion).

The irritating “bing-bong” of her doorbell jerked her from a pleasant dream that involved Dane, Raython and a can of whipped cream. Her eyes snapped open and she glared at the clock. It was nine in the morning.

Tina twisted out of Raython’s binding embrace, grousing softly as she stumbled from her bed. She peeked out the upstairs window and yelped. Four cars and two vans filled her driveway and the road leading toward her house. And there were men. Lots of men. Pouring out of the vans and cars, dressed in camouflage and carrying rifles of some sort.

“What the hell?”

The doorbell rang again. She glanced down and saw a familiar form. Dane. And another man she didn’t recognize. With a quick glance toward Raython, she dragged on her robe and left the room, leaving the door open enough so the click didn’t wake the sleeping dragon.

She hurried downstairs, scraping her fingers through her hair as she moved. Raython’s hands had made a mess of her long brown strands but with the insistent ring of the doorbell a third time, she knew she didn’t have time to stop and brush.
Streaks of apprehension streaked raced down her spine. There was only one reason strangers would be on her front porch at nine on a Saturday morning. And that reason was lying naked in her bed.

Trying to act confused but not too panicked, Tina opened the door. A little flutter went through her stomach as she smiled up at the local sheriff. It had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with lust. You’d think after last night, I’d have every bit of arousal out of my system. But Dane’s serious face still made her ache.

Beside him stood another man—dressed in a black suit and with a face dominated by grim eyes and lips. Two others, dressed in the same dark suits, climbed the three steps up to her porch and stood behind Dane.

Dane, wearing a dark green long-sleeved shirt and khaki pants, looked more casual than the others.

“Dane? What’s going on?” she asked, deciding to attack directly.

“Mornin’, Tina, sorry to bother you so early.”

The deep, gravelly sound of his voice sent another tingle into her sex. She pressed her lips together to stifle a moan that threatened. What was wrong with her? She’d been around Dane a lot in the past four years and while she’d been tempted to jump him any number of times, it had never been this acute.

“Can we come inside, ma’am?” The man in the dark suit beside Dane moved forward.

Tina didn’t open the door any farther, waiting for a nod from Dane. Him she trusted. She didn’t know these other men.
“What’s going on?” she asked, hopefully with enough innocence. “Who are these guys?” She lifted her chin toward the cars behind Dane’s shoulder.

He grimaced. She didn’t know if it was real or faked for the purpose of putting her at ease.

“Can we come in?”

She hesitated for a moment longer then opened the door, trying to focus on being a helpful, curious citizen. Not someone who knew that the creature they were seeking was currently naked in her bed.

Dane and the others stepped into her living room. She backed up just enough to let them in but didn’t walk down the three steps into the seating area. She didn’t want these men here—except for Dane. She definitely wanted him there. Actually she wanted him upstairs in her bed but that was currently occupied by a creature from another world.

Stifling the bubble of hysterical laughter that threatened, she gathered the edge of her robe and tried to look serene.

“What’s this all about?” she asked, her nerves snapping.

“Did you watch the news yesterday or this morning? All those reports about a flying dinosaur?” Dane asked. She nodded. Her heart moved into her throat and she was glad she didn’t have to speak. “Well, this is Special Agent Frank Donavon with the FBI. They are investigating that incident.”

Donavon stepped forward as if he was trying to capture some of the room space that Dane’s presence held. “Ma’am, we are sorry to bother you this morning. In reality, what everyone saw yesterday was a test plane. A glider really. The crew thought it would be funny to paint a dinosaur head on it before it made its first flight.”

Tina didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure if she could lie to the FBI. Then again, he was lying to her.

And he did so with friendly smile.

“They think it crashed on your property, Tina,” Dane interjected. “They’d like to search your lot.”

It was a lot of land and they wouldn’t find anything.

“Well, I think that…” She stopped speaking when the four men in front of her stopped listening. One by one she watched their eyes leave her and turn to the stairs. Bracing herself for what she knew was behind her, hoping that Raython had put on the shorts she’d left lying at the end of the bed, she slowly turned.

Nope. He was naked. Gorgeous, sensual, and definitely naked. Raython stood halfway down the stairs, his hair brushed back over his shoulders baring his body to everyone in the room. Even more revealing was the look on his face. He had that aura about him that said he was satisfied. Even Tina could see it. He gave off the attitude of having fucked the night away.
Which he could have, she thought with a silent groan, except he’d made his little discovery and refused to touch her except to hold her while she slept. It had been sweet and loving but her body craved more. The telltale ache in the pit of her stomach rumbled again.

He strolled down the stairs and snapped her out of her arousal. Unaware or uncaring that the four men stared at him, Raython directly toward Dane. Raython stopped in front of him and with a blatant inspection, he scanned down Dane’s body. Pausing at his chest and his crotch, and finally reaching his feet. Tina held her breath.

“Excellent choice, Maiden. He will make a fine Warrior and bear you strong sons.”

“What the f—”

“Uh, sorry.” She grabbed Raython’s arm and pulled him backwards until he stood beside and a little behind her. “This is Rayth—uh, Ray. He’s my brother…” She saw another widening of the eyes from the FBI agents. “In-law. Ex-brother-in-law.”

The three FBI men nodded wisely. She wasn’t doing a good job of lying about this, but none of them seemed to mind. They just thought she was trying to cover up an illicit love affair. Dane wasn’t so easy. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at Raython. Raython stared back, not cowed at all by Dane’s stare.

“Don’t you have some clothes to put on?” Dane asked.

Raython tilted his head to the side then looked down at his body. After a long moment of self-inspection he looked back up to Dane. “Why? Am I not pleasing? Do you find my form offensive?”

A hint of red marked the base of Dane’s neck. “No, but there is a lady present.”

Raython shook his head, causing his hair to drape forward over his chest. “Tina does not mind. She finds my shape and size most enjoyable.”

Taking Shape A Top Pick!

2010-03-05T21:36:00.000-08:00

Night Owl Reviews gave taking shape 4.75 out of 5 stars.

Heather says..."The sexual tension between the main characters is scorching hot and seems to shoot sparks off the page."

Taking Shape is a fun, fast read (okay, that's my opinion). There's an excerpt just a few posts down!

Tielle

Marvin and the Three Bears (Sequel to Fairy Dust)

2010-03-05T08:42:00.000-08:00

So, just got word from my editor that she's accepted Marvin and the Three Bears! Very excited. If you've read Fairy Dust (where Fairy Godmother Marlena changes her Happily Ever After Dust to include a hot sex additive), then you've met Marvin. Marvin is the hapless but helpful second-in-charge in Fairy Tale Land. He was supposed to get rid of Marlena's amped up fairy dust but he just hasn't had time and when some gets sprinkled on a classic tale, he jumps into the fairy tale to save it. Or maybe the tale saves him.

It's a short, very fun tale with lots of sex and a super hot Papa Bear. I'll let you know when I have a release date, etc.

Thanks!
Tielle

Taking Shape Excerpt

2009-12-29T23:55:00.000-08:00

This is an adult excerpt...you've been warned!

Taking Shape
Copyright Tielle St. Clare
Release date December 31, 2009!

Setup: Nick is a shapeshifter who can turn into anything he touches. He is in the form of Tally's boyfriend. He shouldn't make love to her but some temptations are too strong to resist.

A footstep on her top stair gave her a jolt. She sat up, clutching the blanket around her. He stepped into the room. The light of surprise in his eyes matched hers.

“You’re still here.” The breathless pleasure of her voice curled through his insides like streaks of fire. His cock rose, stretching to reach her. Even as he told himself this was a bad idea, he placed one knee on the mattress and crawled onto the bed, unable to resist the chance to have her one more time. One last time.

One hand immediately went to her thigh, slipping up under the soft material of the blankets. “I thought you’d left,” she whispered.

“How could I leave you without one more taste?” He pushed the material up and out of his way, baring her pussy. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see you.”

A shiver zipped through her body and flowed into his like an electrical current. The intensity of the sensation penetrated the back of his mind—the center of his shifting power. The image of Richard wavered in his brain. Nick clamped down on the picture, locking it into place.

Tally pushed her legs apart and the intriguing scent of her arousal again commanded his senses. He bent over and placed a light kiss on the very top of her sex, teasing her clit with his tongue. Her body tightened, tensing with the delicate stroke. More liquid flowed down her pussy and Nick couldn’t resist. He placed the flat of his tongue at her opening and licked long and up, gathering her taste. The picture in his brain shimmered. His form—his natural form was fighting to come through. His jaw tightened as he struggled to control the shape.

He jerked back, knowing the abruptness startled her.

“Wha—?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you, baby.” He pushed his finger into her pussy, filling the place where his tongue longed to touch. He should leave—this was dangerous—but there was no way he could deny his body this pleasure. He had to have her. One last time. “Roll over.”

The heat in her eyes flashed for a moment and he wondered again if he’d made a mistake, if this was one of the ways that Richard didn’t like to fuck. Damn, is the man just stupid? He has a sexual, sensual creature like this to take to bed and he doesn’t take advantage of it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when she didn’t move. He’d moved into another tricky area. Maybe she didn’t like it from behind. Tension clamped down his shoulders as he waited for her answer.

“You’ve just never wanted to do it like this before.” The blush on her cheeks made him harder.

“That was before I saw your ass in those silk pants you wore tonight.” He pumped his finger into her again and felt her grip him. “I’ve been thinking about it all night.” It was the truth, as far as it went. In reality, he’d been thinking about it since he’d first seen her wearing a skirt. He rubbed his hand across her stomach. “Imagining how it will feel to fuck you hard and deep. Have you push back against me.” His words sent the images into his brain, weakening the control he had on his form. “Roll over,” he urged. She groaned and twisted as if the combined prompting of his hands and his words were too much. “That’s it, baby.”

Available Now from Ellora's Cave!

New Book Cover!

2009-12-17T09:10:00.000-08:00

Here is the cover for Taking Shape. It's coming out January 1 and don't you just want to lick your computer screen? Yummy!

Taking Shape Release Date and Excerpt

2009-12-14T09:09:00.000-08:00

So I just got word that "Taking Shape" is going to re-released on January 1, 2010. Taking Shape was originally part of the Transformations Anthology that was centered around unusual shapeshifters. Nick is certainly that. He can turn into anything he touches (even inanimate objects). He uses his unusual talent to get close to Tally who he's investigating for corporate theft. And get close to her he does...in so many ways.

It's sexy and fun and I really enjoyed writing it. Here's a brief, G-rated excerpt. Nick has turned himself into a puppy and appeared on Tally's doorstep. It's later that night...

Taking Shape by Tielle St. Clare
January 1, 2010

Nick stared at the closed bathroom door and wondered if it was safe to risk changing into his human form. This puppy mind was driving him nuts. The puppy had no control over his reactions. Every emotion Nick felt the dog immediately amplified and showed. He briefly wondered if Tally thought it strange that the dog was reacting to her words.

The thought passed quickly. Nothing stayed long in this puppy’s mind.

The indignity of it all. First he’d had to pee in her backyard. Nick had been able to control the puppy enough to run behind a tree. Not that he was overly shy in his human form but he didn’t want Tally’s memories of him to be him lifting his leg.
And then she’d locked him in the bathroom for the night.

He heard a rustle of skin on sheets. Damn, I want to be with her. The puppy mind immediately reacted and the dog released a pitiful cry. And kept crying.

“Oh, puppy, please be quiet,” Tally called from the other side of the door. But he could hear the guilt in her voice. He was getting to her. He kept crying and added a little scratching to the bottom of the door. She was silent for what seemed like a long time—though it was difficult to track the passage of time with the puppy’s short attention span. Finally he heard her move. Seconds later the door popped open and he skidded back.

She was huge to him in this body but still adorable. Her scent was especially tempting. The puppy instincts took control and Nick felt his body twitch and shake with joy.

“Okay, sweetie, you can come sleep with me.”

Oh yeah. The tail whipped up into a frenzy.

She held him against her chest all the way back to the bed. She lay down and placed him beside her. He crawled over her, cuddling between her breasts as she lay on her side. The warmth and her spicy scent enveloped him. The puppy’s mind responded to Nick’s pleasure at being beside her and instantly relaxed. Everyone had gotten what they wanted. Nick felt his eyes shutting and couldn’t keep them open. The puppy was exhausted and content. There was no way he could fight sleep.

“You really are just way too cute,” Tally whispered. It was the last thing he heard before his mind faded to black.

Post-Blog Hop Glow

2009-10-31T20:26:00.000-07:00

I appreciate everyone who stopped by during the Trick or Treat Blog Hop. It was good fun and the eye-candy was delicious. Congratulations to all the winners!!

And enjoy a little Jude to ease you through the after glow.

Trick or Treat Blog Hop!

2009-10-29T20:00:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the next stop (or first stop) on the blog hop. Mine is a fairly new blog so I populated it with some excerpts from my books. If you want to check out what I write...just scroll down a bit.

Also, wanted to offer up the lovely and delicious cowboy treat. With it getting colder, I figured we could all use something hot to keep us warm.

To introduce myself, I'm Tielle St. Clare and I write erotic romance for Ellora's Cave...mostly shapeshifters (dragons and werewolves...but not together, at least not yet). My recent books (werewolves) are all M/M/F and I'm having a great time with the boys.

Commenting on each blog of the the blog tour makes you eligible to win cool prizes. Enjoy the tour and have a wickedly fun Halloween!

The next stop on your tour list is...Tina Holland

Just delicious!

Excerpt Jackson's Rise

2009-10-29T19:39:00.000-07:00

Warning (a sort-of) adult-rated excerpt

“You can’t be serious.” Dani stared at Jackson but he didn’t move, didn’t react. Didn’t laugh and say it was all a joke. “Have you seen what I’m wearing?” She pointed to the skimpy outfit hanging on her closet door. There wasn’t much to it. The dress was fire engine red, glittered and would cover her ass but just barely. The top was a halter top that dipped low between her breasts. Her breasts would be free to sway and move with every step she took. Since they were going to this event as an upscale party crowd, the outfit was perfect, sexy and exotic.

Which made Jackson’s request even more insane.

“You want me to wear granny panties underneath that outfit?”

“Yes.”

She looked at the underwear Jackson held in his hands. They were pale yellow and almost full briefs. The legs were cut a little high but the waistband would land right at her waist and everything would be fully covered. What was sexy about these?

“They aren’t even mine.” At least she didn’t think she had anything that ugly in her drawers.

“Yes they are. I told you I would replace the ones from last night.”

She squinted and glared. “And you bought granny panties?”

He nodded

“Jackson…”

Reign stepped out of the bathroom rubbing his hair dry with a towel. Another towel hung low around his waist, leaving his chest bare and so delectable she wanted to run her tongue across the distinct lines of his muscles. Heat swelled into her pussy and she pressed her lips together to crush a groan.

“You’re supposed to be getting dressed.”

Surely Reign would be an ally in this.

“Reign, you decide. Jackson wants me to wear those—“ She pointed to the frumpy yellow underpants. “When we go out tonight.” Knowing she had to tip the scales in her favor, she picked up the pair of panties she’d been planning to wear. “I want to wear these.” She stretched the waistband and showed the sexy lace confection. Barely there, the panties hung on her hips and were cut high, leaving large amounts of skin uncovered.

Reign’s eyes tightened and he looked at both pairs of underwear. Then he looked at her. “Are you planning on showing anyone your panties tonight?”

She scoffed. “No.”

The eyebrows on both men rose and they stared pointedly at her.

“Well, except for you two.”

“And we already know that your pussy is gorgeous. Wear those.” He nodded to the pair Jackson was holding. Dani felt her mouth drop open.

Excerpt Maxwell's Fall

2009-10-29T19:32:00.000-07:00

Warning (fairly) adult-rated excerpt

“That’s it, honey.” The image from earlier—hell, the reality—of having her pressed against the wall, her pussy wet and hot, slick. Even without touching he knew, he could tell that she was ready. She could take him.

He ground his teeth together and drew back, fighting the beast inside him, straining every muscle.

And the faint, faded voice of conscience that nagged at the base of his skull.

He might have made it. Might have managed to pull back.

If only she hadn’t touched—her fingers stroking the taut muscles of his throat, almost scratching. As if she felt the same intense, vicious need. He stared down at her, those wide gray eyes flickering with lust and a hint of fear. The predator in him rose up, loving that bit of uncertainty, needing the chase. She would yield nicely to him.

Her lower lip trembled just a little, capturing his attention. The memory of her taste echoed through his senses and he needed more. He moved slow, not wanting to startle her, bending to brush his lips against her. Not a kiss. Just a breath, savoring the anticipation running through her veins. The hand at his neck gripped the collar of his leather jacket, as if she was using his strength to keep herself still. To resist the flight instinct.

A low rumble came from his throat, the sound more of a purr than a growl. The shy exterior hid a hunger, a need, that resonated in him.

Unable to deny himself any longer, he pressed closer, his body moving to trap her, pressing her back against the wall, his hands locked on her hip and ass.

He tilted his head to the side and pressed his mouth against hers, lips open, the need to taste building. Her tongue met his as he dipped inside, a tentative welcome that only made the wolf crave more. He groaned. The memory had been weak, insignificant to the reality of tasting her again. He drove his tongue into her mouth, conquering with the kiss. Her fingers tightened, every muscles tensing. For a moment he thought he’d pushed too far. Then a soft whimper, filled with hunger, slipped from her throat. She twirled her tongue around his and fell into the kiss. She matched him, giving as good as she got and then submitting, allowing him to take and lick and linger over every point in her mouth.

His cock throbbed, the persistent need exploding with the simple touch of her lips on his.

Fuck. There had to be something going wrong with his wolf. The full moon so close. The animal too long constrained. Something because he shouldn’t be this hard from a single kiss. The brief moment of clarity evaporated as she moaned, her fingers biting into his arms. Heat tempted him, drawing him in, deeper, until he was surrounded.

Trick or Treat Tour!

2009-10-28T13:02:00.000-07:00

We're doing a blog hop! You go from blog to blog and check out the Halloween Hotties that we'll each have posted. Make some comments and you'll be in line for great prizes (translated...free books!). It will be fun and cool and I need to find a hottie to post huh? Hmmm....

Excerpt Summer's Caress

2009-10-27T23:36:00.000-07:00

Be warned...this is an Adult-Rated Excerpt!

Deacon took the keys out of her hand and opened the door. As she stepped inside, she noticed a strange look on Trey’s face. He looked confused. The confusion turned to irritation.

Trying to act normal—though she wasn’t sure what normal was in this situation—she flicked on the lights and put her purse on the entryway table. What happened now? Did she offer them something to drink? Something to eat? Cookies, steak, me?

Right. Either way, she had to do something. She refused to let the situation get completely out of hand. She opened her mouth but the look in Trey’s eyes stopped her.

“You’ve been with another man.”

Deacon’s head snapped up and she felt the pressure of both male glares.

“No.”

“I can smell him on you.”

She straightened her spine, trying to fight the urge to back up as Trey stalked forward. She lost that battle and took a step backward, ending up against the wall.

He put his fingertips on her lips. “Here.” Her throat. “Here.” The front of her blouse. “Here. You let him touch you.” He blocked her escape with his body.

“We danced. Kissed. That was it,” she said, though she wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to explain. A new and foreign desire welled up inside her—to drop to her knees and offer herself to these men in apology, to submit to whatever they wanted of her. Her knees wobbled and she had to fight the physical urge to kneel before them.

“Did you let him touch your pussy?” Deacon asked, his voice low and quiet, dangerous.

She fought the compulsion of Trey’s gaze and looked over at Deacon. “No.”

His eyes tightened as well, watching her with an angry disbelief. “He danced with you. Had those gorgeous tits unbound and pressed against him—and he didn’t touch your pussy?”

She shook her head.

Trey sank down, his arm brushing her hip as he inhaled, breathing deep near her thighs. Rebecca held herself still. She knew he was so close he had to be able to smell her pussy, her arousal. Moisture coated her thighs and she knew he sensed it.

“Why do I smell him here?” He touched her skin, just below her skirt hem.

“He tried to touch me, but I stopped him.”

“Show me,” Trey commanded, standing up and stepping back. “Lift your skirt and show us where he touched you.”

Completely on display—she considered making a break for it. Somehow, though their tempers were high right now, she didn’t think either man would hurt her. And they’d let her go if she walked away. But the desire to stay was too strong. She liked their power. Liked the way they claimed her.

She grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it up, raising it a few inches. With one finger, she drew a line across her thigh to show where Tony had touched her.

“Pull the skirt all the way up, baby,” Deacon commanded. “We want to see if you let him get close..."

Excerpt New Year's Kiss

2009-10-27T09:51:00.000-07:00

Zach and Mikhel watched the door close behind her, waiting until she disappeared from sight before looking at each other.

“Any chance you’re going to bow out gracefully and just let me have her?”

Zach shook his head. “Not on your life.”

“I could just take her, you know.”

“You could try.” Zach sat back down and kicked his feet onto the chair beside him. “But since we’re not part of a pack and you’re not Alpha, I have just as much right to go after her as you do.”

Mikhel glared at his friend. It had been five years since he’d moved away from his father’s pack but there hadn’t been a real need to establish one of his own. What good would a pack of two be? Besides, he didn’t want to be responsible for a bunch of werewolves who couldn’t make decisions for themselves. If the past five years had taught him nothing else, it was that he was much better suited to living in the human world.

But now there was Taylor—suddenly available—and Mikhel wanted her.

The wolf growled low in his throat, sending a warning out to any males in the area. Zach’s eyes flashed red and his lips pulled back in an instinctive snarl.

Mikhel heard the animal’s challenge at the same moment Zach seemed to recognize the sound. Both men pulled back, taking a couple seconds to shake off the intensity.

Zach sat back and shook his hair away from his face. “This is bad timing.”

The moon was waxing and would be full on New Year’s Day. As they got closer to the full moon, their wolves got stronger. The animal’s urges became more powerful and the ability for the human side to remain in control weakened. Unlike the werewolves of horror movies, they didn’t have to change at the full moon. That was merely the time when the line between human and animal thinned. It took strength and focus to keep the animal in check.

The added complication of a potential mate made things a bit more risky. And it was a woman they both wanted.

Hell. It was going to take more than an arm wrestling match to decide who got Taylor.

* * * * *

Taylor paid the cab and took a deep breath. Her heart had been pounding for the last five minutes of the drive. And off and on for the past five days. When her friends had asked her about her plans for New Year’s Eve, she’d kept it very vague. One, because she wasn’t sure Mikhel really could get tickets and two, she wasn’t sure who her date would be. She smoothed the front of her coat and started up the stairs. The doorman greeted her with a bow as he opened the massive door for her.

She stepped inside and immediately saw Zach, standing amid the tan and black couches, scanning the lobby. He looked incredible in his tux, confident and sexy as he monitored the room. A strange mixture of excitement and disappointment fluttered through her chest, leaving her more confused than ever. Had she wanted it to be Mikhel? Or would she have felt the same disappointment?

She forced herself to exhale slowly. It didn’t matter. She’d have a fun evening. Zach was gorgeous and great company.

Not that you have a chance with either one of them, she reminded herself. Mikhel is probably waiting at home for him.

Zach saw her and raised his chin in greeting. She waved back but the motion froze as Mikhel pushed himself out of one of the plush couches and stood beside Zach.

“Hi.” She didn’t bother to hide her confusion. Were they expecting her to make a choice? Now? Oh, she didn’t want to do that.

“Hi.”

Mikhel just nodded his head.

Zach started speaking, answering her question before she could ask it.

“Well, here’s the deal. We couldn’t decide who would get to bring you tonight. And since you didn’t seem to have a clear preference…” He let it trail away, inspiring Taylor to answer. She shook her head and he continued. “We decided that we’d both escort you.”

Both? She could have both of them? Well, she wouldn’t actually be having them. Just eating dinner, maybe dancing…ooh, dancing. The thought of either of their strong masculine bodies pressed against her… Her palms started to sweat and drat, she couldn’t exactly wipe them on her dress. It would crush the silk.

“Is that all right?” Mikhel asked and she realized they were waiting for some sort of reaction from her.

“O-of course. That’s great. It will be fun.”

“Fun, right,” Mikhel muttered and she had the distinct impression that neither man was thrilled with the situation but hey, it hadn’t been her idea. And she was going to have the two sexiest escorts there.

“Let me just get rid of my coat.” She walked toward the coat check, aware that her “dates” followed her. She took off the fake fur and handed it across the counter.

“Holy God.” Mikhel’s harsh words rang through the hotel lobby causing the coat check girl to jump. Taylor froze then slowly turned, looking at Mikhel and Zach. They both stared at her, their eyes locked on her body. Zach’s lips were open, like he couldn’t quite get enough oxygen.

But it was Mikhel’s reaction that stunned her. Heat seemed to surround him and that warmth was stretching out and enveloping her, leaving her breathless.

Goodness, she’d stopped them in their tracks. Perfect. Just the reaction she’d been looking for.

Feeling feminine and sexy, she smiled. “Like it?” she asked doing a slow twirl, loving the feel of the material floating around her. The skirt was made up of four layers of silk, opening to the front so when she walked, the inside colors were revealed, along with a hint of leg. The top was truly sexy. The front dipped low, revealing a good amount of her full breasts and giving her a wicked cleavage. But the back was what made the dress so special. It was completely cut out from the tops of her shoulders to the curve of her ass. It felt deliciously sexy and wicked.

“It’s gorgeous,” Zach said.

“Take it off,” Mikhel commanded, so low that Taylor quickly decided she’d misheard him.

“I’m sorry?”

Mikhel shook his head and took a deep breath. “It’s great.”

“I told you it was the perfect dress.”

“I think it’s more the woman inside the dress that makes it that way,” Zach said. Taylor’s smile widened and Mikhel barely crushed a snarl. If Zach kept flirting with her, Mikhel was going to—Hell, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

They’d talked long and hard for the past four days, each trying to convince the other to relinquish his claim on Taylor but neither had given in. No way was Mikhel backing down on this one. Not until Taylor herself made a choice.

If they’d been in-pack, Mikhel could have ordered Zach to stay away but since he’d never formally established a pack, Zach was right. He had as much right to pursue Taylor as Mikhel did.

Newly Arrived Blog!

2009-10-24T19:14:00.000-07:00

I've decided to start a blog on my own. We'll see if I have enough to say!