Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Elyzabeth VaLey and "A Dragon's Heart, A Demon's Blood"!

We're back and we're ready to keep the celebrations goin!! 

Help me welcome Elyzabeth and her latest book, "A Dragon's Heart, A Demon's Blood"!!

He is a shadow in the dark, smelling your scent and sensing your fear...
Legendary bounty hunter Adrian Ormonde is no ordinary man. His life is filled with secrets and questions, blood and lust. His only concern for 150 years has been survival and discovering the truth behind his demon-dragon nature.
Until he meets his new assignment: Victoria Green.
Victoria Green has felt eyes watching her every move ever since she can remember. Then, Adrian appears. The eyes vanish but new dangers arise as she falls for the mysterious hunter. Cast into an ancient conflict between dragons and demons, Victoria must trust Adrian’s skill to be enough to protect her from both the outside world and that which grows within her.
Chance brought them together but will love and passion be enough to keep them joined? Or will the other forces at play in the dragon-demon worlds destroy them forever?

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My recent release, A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood makes an incursion into three different worlds:
1.     Earth, where they visit Madrid, Stockholm and New York.
2.     The Demon Realm
3.     The Dragon Realm
I've talked about Madrid and the Dragon realm before (you can read those posts here and here), today it's the turn of the Demon Realm.
When you think of demons what's the first thing that comes to mind? In my case, my mind conjures an array of creatures that go from a beautiful and dangerous succubi to the red demon holding a pitched fork. 
In A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood, the Demon Realm,  has all that and more. Allow me to introduce you to some of the creatures that want Adrian and Victoria dead.

Zendaya, Queen of the demons. She's a beautiful succubus that captures and coerces Adrian into capturing a human: Victoria. She wants the girl alive though she is reluctant to tell Adrian why.

Folgé: The demon shaman. He lives in flame and feeds on fire and pain. His flesh is black with luminous blue symbols that seem to swirl like vivid flames. His eyes are black pools.

The Eaters: Also known as spirit scavengers. They have no shadowy manifestations like the “traditional” demon; nor can they impersonate humans. They walk unsteadily on stilted goat legs, blood dripping from festering wounds on its human torso. Slashing claws can easily rip your heart out.

Torturers and Soul Rippers: They worm their way into a human’s mind and torture them, be it by doubt, melancholy or simply constant whispered voices in their heads, destroying the human’s soul bit by bit.

“Traditional demons”: In all shapes and sizes they can walk around the human population disguised as shadows, whispering lies and horrors into a person’s mind. They tend to walk in shadow, but they can also take on a human form, to better torment the soul.
One of the demons greatest ability is that it senses emotions. It knows when you're scared, excited, nervous...
No matter the type of demon, their greatest enemy is the dragon. For just as dragons want to protect the human race, demons strive for its destruction.
Things have been relatively quiet between the two realms for the past one hundred years but they are two races at permanent odds. It might not seem like it, but demons and dragons have much more things in common than one would imagine. Adrian fully knows this, for  through his veins runs demon blood while in his heart a dragon rests. The only person that knew this is long dead, but now Victoria knows too... 

*** WARNING *** ADULT *** Excerpt:

Glimpsing at the tent in his jeans, she gasped.
“Already?”
In an instant, he was upon her, his mouth devouring hers and making her legs weak.
“You make me lose control, sweetheart, and I’ll be damned if that hasn’t happened in years.”
His hands slid down her waist over her hip and onto her thigh. Her breath hitched as she searched Adrian’s dark eyes.
“Already, you ask?” He sneered, his calloused fingers rising higher and caressing the junction between her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her labia, finding her wet entrance. His grin became smug. Adrian’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed red as he dipped two fingers inside her, wringing out a breath she’d not been aware of holding.
“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.”
Bringing his lips down to her, he stole another short kiss that had her whimpering against him.
“Adrian.”
She hugged him, bringing him closer and searching for his warm touch again. His eyes scanned her face, his gaze softening.
“You don’t want this, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes I do,” she replied pushing herself against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit. Victoria tensed. Her orgasm hung from a cliff, ready to fall.
“I do want it.”
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her mouth, teasing the seams with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted him with longing.  Sucking on his tongue, she made love to it as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her body became a mass of over-sensitized sparks as he coordinated his thumb with his seesawing digits. His hand on her waist, held her in place as she humped against him.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
His husky baritone triggered her release. Victoria cried out, her pussy convulsing in short waves, hot liquid dripping onto Adrian’s fingers. Her towel fell to a heap on the floor as she lost control, the cool breeze doing little to soothe her heated skin. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
Victoria moved to embrace him but he stepped away from her. Drawing his fingers into his mouth, he briefly closed his eyes emitting a barely audible sound of pleasure. When he opened them again, she gasped. Red sparks danced in his green depths.
“No, Victoria. You don’t want this.”
Shaking his head, he turned around and strode out of the room. Victoria stood rooted to the spot, watching in shock as he left the apartment, the main door slamming shut. Tears dampened her vision. Picking up the t-shirt he’d given her, she put it on. More tears trailed down her cheeks as the smell of detergent mingled with his scent. Taking a deep breath, she hastily brushed them away.
“Get a grip, Vicky.”
Wrapping the discarded towel around her wet hair, she strode to the kitchen, her stomach growling. She didn’t think she’d find anything edible in the small kitchen, but luckily Adrian kept a box of cereal and a few cartons of unopened milk.  Digging into the meal, she shivered slightly as an unsettling feeling grew in her chest. The watchful eyes were back.

A little about Elyzabeth:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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