Tuesday, May 24, 2011

GUEST SPOTLIGHT

Please put your hands together and give my guest,  Skhye Moncrief, a warm welcome!
Skhye holds a BS in geology. Writing lured her away from finishing her thesis in (bioarchaeology) anthropology. Aside from muscled men in fur, leather, denim, or kilts, she loves cultural ecology, cultural evolution, cultural relativism, and natural processes. Big ideas. Simple concepts that manifest in world building to crazy people like her who studied anthropology and geology before turning to writing romantic fiction. Her rule of thumb is to love the good, the bad, and the ugly of every culture in my tales so every aspect of her stories resonates as real as possible. And, yes, she admits she's certifiably geek.

Paranormal/Futuristic romantica (A blonde lands 5 Tiger Lord mates even though she doesn't want more than one.)
FERAL FEVER... Book 3 in Skhye Moncrief's Feral series
Epic-length novel, 110,000 words

   Blessed are those who just give into the darkness. 
   With the Blood Wars ended, were-assassin Marshals are called to serve throughout the universe in easing cultural tensions instigated by the transition of cultures from zombified to free-thinking societies… 
    Earthling archaeologist Aisling Bjorn never really considered juggling multiple husbands for were-assassin duty on planet Luvk—a world of tiger folk subjugated by winged aliens from another dimension. Learning the lost history of the tiger culture to understand how the winged species divided and conquered the tiger realms is more her cup of tea. But she's in store for an even bigger challenge than helping the Luvks reclaim their independence. There’s a shortage of marriageable females for the large broods of gorgeous tiger princes. The friction caused by mating problems threatens her sanity as the warrior Lords vie for possession of not only a mate but a powerful political pawn—her, the Marshal whose beauty rivals that of the most marketable princess. And mates the Lords all wish to be. 
  
    Aisling must accept that with every turn in life, we sacrifice a bit of our souls for the greater good. Even to the darkness. Blessed are those who just give into the darkness of Luvk. Because a woman’s sanity is out of the question when surrounded by enormous muscled hunks cloaked in sexy leather pants. Their glorious bodies alone could incite riots on Earth. And they all want her. One thing’s for certain, love or lust, everyone eventually succumbs to Luvks’ FERAL FEVER.
Excerpt:
(They’re at a bathing pool. He’s one of her Royal Guards chosen by her mate to be one of her consorts. Royal Guards have limited access to females. So, this is quite a moment for her consort.)

   God I felt beautiful. Although, men had always looked at me that way. But Lehd was like Borun. Maybe young and hotheaded. But just as adoring. And enormous. Enormous made a girl feel safe in BFE outer space with sky demon raids out to collect her magic light crystals. 
   A chill tickled my skin into chilly attention. Among other parts of my body. Time to have Lehd make me feel safe and warm. I slid off my lace panties and stepped into the ledge’s lapping water.
   Lehd leapt from the water with his perky striped ass, heading into the room’s darkness to return with a dish of soap bars.
   Perky was good. And everything else about him was equally perky.
   Everything.
   He placed the dish at the pool’s edge and descended to sit at my feet, staring up, taking my hand, pulling me down to straddle his lap in the pool’s warmth.
   God all the air was sucked out of the room. And more than a void stood between us. His cock was so damned engorged that I doubted he’d make it beyond lathering up his hands.
   But he did. And went right to work on my neck, rubbing downward, down to sore nipples that were so taut he spent a lot of time washing them.
   I ached so badly with the lathering I almost mounted him. Just the thought of sliding along his hard shaft made my soul weep wave after wave of molten heat.  
   He slid his hands down my back to my ass. 
   His erection jerked between us.
   Oh if he didn’t hurry. I was so tired of these males and their deprivation.
    His fingers slid between my cheeks and pulled them tightly so he could finger my sensitive skin around the pucker of my anus.
   The blood in my womb pounded for him, begged he thrust inside me hard and fast.
   Right now.
   His hands slid around my sides to work my belly. And lower. But he stopped. His sensuous lips backed away until he stared so lovingly into my eyes that I almost keeled over into the water.
   His fingers slipped through my curled pubic hairs, gently washing, rather exploring, all the way down to my nether folds.
   I couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to breathe. Just wanted to focus on him touching me, trailing inside me like a kid in a candy store.
   Elation threaded upward through my body up to my head where all I could do was lean backward to let the euphoria root so deeply into my memory I’d never forget Lehd’s touch, his kiss, or his eyes. Those mesmerizing golden orbs that followed me everywhere. Analyzing my every blink. Lehd would be my lover.
   He was the lover.
   And he could make love with his long fingers.
   He toyed with me so deeply that I had to grab onto his harness to anchor myself as my hips rocked against his probing fingers. Anything to slow down the rising tide of bliss building in my soul. I needed him so badly.
   “Aisling,” he whispered into my ear.
   I wanted all of him inside me. I grabbed his cock and ran along the long supple course of it with my hand.
   “No.” He shoved my hand away and kissed me deeper.
   “Please,” I begged into his mouth, yanking on his harness. “Please, Lehd. Don’t tease me.”
   He shoved off the ledge, moving enough water to make bobbing waves that splashed the soap from my body, and left me standing in the pool with the water up to my chest.
   The deprivation brought tears to my eyes.
   He shot up from the water to tower a good foot overhead before me. “Aisling,” he gasped, cupping my cheeks. “I made you cry.”
   “I need you.” Didn’t he understand? He was like a big goddamned golden retriever puppy that needed obedience training in bed. 
   He slid his palms down my arms beneath the water until he grabbed my wrists and hoisted me up by them.  
   My feet came off the pool’s floor with the pressure.  
   What was he doing? Maybe I’d made a mistake about him.
   He stopped where I looked him in the eye and lowered my arms around his neck. “Forgive me,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to frighten or hurt you.”
   If that plea didn’t deserve tears, nothing did. I wrapped my arms around his slick wet hair and clung to the strength in his broad shoulders.
   He released me against his beating heart to trail his knuckles down my sides.
   Help me, universe. I don’t ever want him to stop.
   He watched his hands slide over my hips, down to my thighs where he pulled up my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist before locking his gaze back on me. “I’m always here for you, dear Aisling.” 
   His hips bent upward to me. Free-handedly, he slowly, purposefully, in one leisurely motion, slid the head of his cock into my core. I was so wet from deprivation that he had no problem with his measured penetration. His hard thickness felt so glorious I could only gape, holding my breath, watching my reaction mirrored in his handsomely rugged features. If angels sang somewhere in the heavens, their voices would have burst from our drugged expressions. But it is rumored only a few can hear angels sing. So, I waited for Lehd to growl a meaty song of possession.
   His shaft’s soft root finally spooned my tender vagina.
   We gasped for breath.
   My pulse beat with his deep within my soul.
   Dear creative force is in the universe, thank you for Lehd.
   He growled and backed up until he slid my legs at his back atop the ledge and slowly withdrew his amazing firmness.
   It wasn’t enough fast enough. “Lehd, on the furs.”
   He didn’t argue. My back was on the skins before I could blink, his marvelous hardness still inside me. I slid my legs down, dropping my knees, and grabbing fistfuls of his iron ass.
   If he’d only hurry.
   His hot sucking lips fell to my neck, then he plowed into my spirit. Again and again. I matched his thrusting hips with the energy only blood lust could give me after a day with three different men. But something told me this day was unusual. Maybe it was Lehd. I grabbed two fistfuls of his harness and hung on.
   He plunged his throbbing hardness into me faster and faster until we raced into the darkness of night. Until he drove away any fears I had of being alone while spanking me with the pat of his sac against my ass. Until I couldn’t stop crying out for breath. And I came like a screaming banshee with his overpowering roar of possession in our blue flash of healing light. We clenched together so tightly that his trembling rigid body made me want to cradle him forever.
   Was it possible anyone could love a person from one round of sex? It seemed to happen that way with Borun too. Maybe it was these men. Something about Luvk. But I didn’t want to go back to wondering if it was darker than normal here in the land of tiger men. Just thinking about how adoring and protective these consorts were justified my choices. However, my Luvk mates had worked some magic on me for days before we’d found ourselves clenched in heated bliss. They’d courted me.
   “Aisling?” His golden eyes watched me.
   “Uh-hmm?”
   “Tell me what else you like. Anything you want, dearest one.”
   I uncurled my death grip on his harness and slid my hands down the undulating muscles of his shoulders and arms.
   His gaze followed my touch.
   “I like you taking whatever you want.”

Read 1st chapter & purchase at New Concepts Publishing  http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/books/FeralFever.html

Just as promised... here is your free read!!!

FREE READ: FERAL FORCE (grab at the New Concepts link above by clicking Skhye's name on that page)


The free-thinking universe's next greatest threat has surfaced since the fall of the evil emperor Voldon. A medium from Earth is drawing a dark force to The Order of the Marshals from across the universe. And the only thing capable of protecting the Marshals is a Bondsman, a psychic buffer. She must mate with the extraterrestrial in order to receive his protection. Can a bra-burning gal from the United States stomach her arranged marriage? Or will all sentient life become the conquered broodstock of the FERAL FORCE?  (2,000 words; carnal paranormal/futuristic romance)
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2 comments:

  1. Skhye,
    Thank you so much for being my guest this week. I edited your review and added the longer one. Have a great day!

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  2. Thanks! Hope your Monday went well!

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