The Ellora’s Cave editors are having a Books of the Year contest on their Redlines and Deadlines blog. For a chance to win a 2011 Ellora’s Cave calendar (sexy!) or various other goodies, simply go to http://redlinesanddeadlines.blogspot.com/2010/12/books-of-year.html and answer a few questions about the books that have stood out to you in 2010. Sounds like fun, right?
Lia
Contest winners (added 10/19/2010): Since I was so thrilled to see so many great answers, I decided to pick two winners to receive Were Blood. Per Fruit Machine random name picker (I’m not kidding :-)), Cathy M. and Jane are the winners of Were Blood. Congrats!! I will send you the eBook copy shortly.
That’s the theme for my new release, Were Blood (an erotic paranormal romance), where my heroine, a Werewolf, falls for her captor, a Vampire. Were Blood, Book 3 in the Were Legends series, has a release date. It will be available for download from Ellora’s Cave on October, 15th, 2010.
Hope you enjoy Blanca and Worth’s story!
Blurb:
Blanca Reble has been captured, yet again, to be used as some Vamp’s blood slave. Now she’s determined to escape the hold her captor has on her. But Worth isn’t who he seems and the way her body and mind reacts to his touch isn’t what she’s used to. It should be only a matter of time before their blood bond wears off, but what replaces it is an undeniable connection that Blanca’s never experienced before.
Worth Sinclaire has never wanted a blood slave; he never had use for one. But when he sees the Were femme shackled and hurt in his cousin’s cellar, he purchases her for his own to protect her from a worse fate. Now he has to decide what’s more important—his loyalty to his own kind, or his growing love for a woman his people will never accept.
Lia
Great news for the Were Legends series:
Were Blood is officially Coming Soon. I signed the contract with Ellora’s Cave and edits will begin next month, I believe. Were Blood is Blanca’s story and will be able to be read as a stand alone book. Vampires will be introduced into the mix. In fact, the hero, Worth Sinclere, is a sexy-as-sin bloodsucker. Anyone who’s read the first two books will know that this will create a ton of conflict, especially with Blanca. I’m looking forward to seeing what the readers think about this one. Really exciting!
In other news, Were Seduction received a 4 star review from Night Owl Reviews. Janalee, the reviewer, had this to say:
“Ms. Slater imbibes a touch of magic and a whole lot of heat to create a wonderful book about two sexual characters that burn brightly together.
Kaige and Ambria are two characters that are real and likeable. Both have strengths and weakness that are true to life. The sex is powerful and explicit, just the way I love it!
Were Seduction is an excellent stand alone book, but this reviewer will be reading the first book in the series, WereSlave. I have to see how it all started.
Conjure a copy of Were Seduction by Lia Slater at Ellora’s Caves today. This is a paranormal pleaser.”
Full review: http://www.nightowlromance.com/nor/Reviews/Janalee-reviews-Were-Seduction-by-Lia-Slater.aspx
Thank you, Janalee!
Lia
“What else do you suggest?” He reached out to push a lock of hair behind her shoulder, then allowed his thumb to linger, running it along the soft column of her neck.
Her pink tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip and her gaze raked over him, studying him, as if planning out her next words. He would’ve thought she was calculating his demise if it weren’t for the shy way she tilted her head, not quite meeting his eyes. No, her words were brash and daring but her timid voice told a different story. A story he wanted to hear from start to finish.
“Well?” His cock swelled as anticipation overcame him. Funny how the mere minutes he’d been in her company had been more exhilarating than all he’d experienced the past two years accumulated since his pack gave up drifting and settled into this uneventful, human-infested country.
It appeared that this human had promise. Ample, curvy bundles of promise.
“I’m not much of a fighter, Kaige, and I don’t concede very easily.” She peeled his hand from her neck and held it against her waist, just below her bosom. Her body quivered just enough for him to notice. If he moved his thumb a twitch, he could brush it against the swell of her tantalizing flesh. “Why don’t we work this out peacefully?”
Hell, forget the dancing. “How about a quiet walk in the garden then?” he asked. “I promise I won’t change with the moon.”
Her cheeks pinkened and he wondered if he’d overstepped his boundaries. Who knew what sort of propriety crap these humans were used to. Were females were so much freer with their bodies.
“I have a better idea.” Her voice was a whisper as she leaned into him and gazed up with those sinful chocolate brown eyes. Her supple breasts crushed against his chest and he risked glancing down at her succulent cleavage. There really was something wonderful about a woman in a ball gown. It left just enough to the imagination. Now if he could just get the damn thing off her.
He cleared his throat and forced himself to meet her eyes. “I can’t say I’ve ever been more intrigued in my life. What’s your idea?”
“I’ve never been to Eastern Paqualette and this ball is giving me a headache. Why don’t you take me to your home? I’d love to see it.”
The wolf in him panted for what was to come. “What else would you like to see?” he asked, just in case she was being a tease. One had to be careful with witches.
She looked down for a moment, as if to gather her courage, then she met his gaze again. “Your clothes on your bedchambers floor. The size of your mattress. The ceiling above your bed. Shall I go on or will you allow me some modesty?”
His heart stopped beating, probably because all his blood had funneled to his cock. “Sweetheart, I’ll allow you the sun and the moon if you keep up the boldness. It’s sexy as hell.”
Excerpt #2:
“I’m thinking how much I want you to kiss me.” Her voice was rough, winded, but she got the necessary words out. Oddly, it was easy to flirt with Kaige, easy to be herself.
He licked the area just under her ear, a warm and luscious sensation. Her skin heated like a fireball had been lit inside her, crawling from the moist path and settling low in her belly.
“I’m going to kiss you.” His hand worked quickly to bunch up her dress past her stockings to her bare thigh. Then up to her waist. “And touch you. And taste you.” His voice was smooth and caressing.
A slight breeze blew into the carriage and swept teasingly against her bare skin, reminding her that the dress was all she wore.
“Is that a fact?” she whispered, trying her best to be the bold seductress.
Who was she kidding? She was going to explode before the lovemaking even began. Years of being untouched had obviously made her more responsive. The lightest brush of his knuckles against her bare leg had her insides coiled tight, ready to spring.
He reached between her thighs and grazed a finger across her moist folds and she tensed, unsure of how much more she could take.
A low groan rumbled in his chest and against her ear. “I’m going to lick your juices and fuck you with my tongue.”
“Dear gods.” No one had ever used such daring words with her before and oddly, they had her panting for more. She clasped her hands onto his shirt, holding on for dear life. Her pussy ached with anticipation. Impatient, she moved against his finger, wanting friction. Wanting him to put those words into action.
She met his heated gaze. His lips were so close to hers, they brushed with each bump of the carriage. His breath was warm and smelled of the champagne that was served at the ball. She wondered for a moment if he was drunk, then found that she didn’t really care. Not when his finger lightly skimmed the lips of her pussy. The faint teasing motion was torturous but so good.
Two could play at that game, she decided, and flicked her tongue into his gorgeously wicked mouth.
“Oh, now you’ve done it.” He smiled devilishly and lifted her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing, forcing her to straddle him. Gripping her hips, he held her down.
Her bare flesh molded to the thick erection underneath his slacks. With each jounce of the rickety carriage, she moved against him, building up a wonderful sensation deep in her womb.
Have mercy. She hoped his estate wasn’t anywhere close. She held tight to his broad shoulders and bit back a moan. What would he think of her if she were to orgasm before they made it to the privacy of his home? In the open carriage for all to see.
“Don’t fight it, Ambria. You can be as loud as you want. It’s just the two of us.”
“And your driver.”
“My driver is an old friend. Part of my pack. He won’t mind. Trust me.”
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Hope you enjoyed the excerpts! To read more: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8402-were-seduction.aspx
Happy reading,
Lia
Excerpt #3:
Mace raked his gaze down to the lush cleavage spilling from her dress. He gave up trying to fight the attraction. It was an impossible mission. The wolf inside of him, the part that was difficult to control, was clawing to be released, weakening his human side. It had been too long since he’d transformed, too long since he’d felt the moon’s empowering glow.
He gritted his jaw. How simple it would be to break through the boarded windows and run into the night. But leaving wasn’t an option as long as his pack was imprisoned. Which wouldn’t be for much longer if Nayla was honest about agreeing to feed them. If it were true, soon they might have enough strength to overpower the guards.
With his naïve Nayla occupied, they might have a better chance.
“Do you trust me, Mace?” She stared up at him, her eyes glossy against the dim light of the oil lamp. “I promise I’ll make your life pleasant. And I’ll be loyal to you.” She brushed her fingers down the center of his abdomen and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. “If you continue to satisfy me, I’ll give you my all.”
His stomach clenched against her touch as pressure built in his groin. No, he’d not be so foolish as to put his life in this woman’s hands. But he’d gladly allow her to satisfy him for now. And, damn it if he didn’t want to give her more pleasure.
Like an addict reaching for his drug, Mace seized her wrist and pressed her hand against his erection. His blood coursed through his body, rushing toward her touch as she wrapped her cool, soft fingers around his cock.
He inhaled a rough breath and guided her up and down his shaft. With his hypersensitive Were senses on overload, he caught the musky scent of her pussy as she grew moist for him.
His balls knotted achingly tight. “Have you ever had a man in your mouth, Nayla?”
Excerpt #2:
He stood before her naked with a roguish grin on his face. She’d almost forgotten how stunning he was. Almost. Her heart thumped and her temperature rose a few degrees as she searched his lean, muscled body for any type of restraint. But there were none.
“What? Are you feeling shy all of a sudden?” He gripped his beautiful cock. “Did you forget how this felt inside you?”
“That’s not an appropriate way to speak to me.” Her voice squeaked when she spoke and perspiration dampened her skin. Yes, she remembered exactly how he’d felt inside her. And she wanted it again.
“No? I’m simply beginning from where we left off last night.” He took a step closer. “No ‘fuck me, Mace’ tonight? No ‘have my body as you wish’?”
“That was in the throes of passion.” She stepped back.
“Be honest, Nayla. You want me chained. That’s what heats your blood, isn’t it? A WereSlave to fulfill your perverted desires.” His smile broadened.
“I’m not a pervert. Many Queens before me have chosen a Were as a lover for…for our needs. It’s very common.”
In a fluid motion, he closed the distance between them and lifted his hands to cup her face. “What if I don’t wish to be chosen as your sex slave?” Frowning now, his gaze lingered on her lips. “What if I choose to kidnap you? What if I tied you up and used your body whenever I had needs? Would that make me an animal?”
Buy link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8042-wereslave.aspx
Lia Slater
http://www.liaslater.com/
WereSlave is now available for download from Ellora’s Cave! I’m posting a few excerpts today. Hope you enjoy!
Blurb:
As the Queen of Paqualette, Nayla is forbidden to have a husband or a human lover. Her life is a lonely and disciplined existence, so when she’s given the opportunity to choose a Were from her dungeon as her sex slave, she takes a chance. Werewolves, she knows, are nothing but senseless monsters, but after the one she selects to be her WereSlave turns out to be more of a man than she’s ever known, she must question her beliefs.
As the alpha leader, Mace is responsible for his pack. He’ll do anything to keep them alive, even give into the Queen’s sexual demands. But not unless he’s in control. Turning his enticing captor into the submissive is the only way to show her he’s more man than she realizes. Falling in love is out of the question, but so is leaving her behind.
Excerpt #1:
He easily ripped the underdress open, exposing her bare breasts. Cold air met her feverish skin, cooling her only for a moment. She met his gaze again and saw that apprehension lurked in his eyes, as if he expected an objection to what he’d done to her dress.
He wouldn’t get one.
Her heart sped and her pussy ached for more. For his hands all over her. For his hardened cock inside of her.
His gorgeous lips turned up to a smirk as he grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to his body to press her against his chest. The useless chains had so much slack there wasn’t much of a point to them. Not here on this bed.
The danger of it thrilled her. God, what was wrong with her? She didn’t know. This was insane. He was an animal and could kill her with his bare hands. Yet, the possibility that unbound pleasure was near forced her to silence.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, just below her jaw, and kissed her ever so softly before whispering, “Now you’re at my mercy, my Queen.”
She gulped down the fear rising inside her throat as he used the torn dress as a tool to confine her arms behind her back, twisting the cloth with her arms still tight in their sleeves.
“Wait.” Her mind blurred and her body hummed. This wasn’t what she had planned. To be controlled? To lose her power?
No.
“Why should I wait?” His voice was deep and sensual, soothing her.
“I…I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to be tied.”
With gentleness unbecoming a monster, he turned her onto her stomach. Her entire body shook with need as he propped up her bottom and nudged himself between her thighs.
“You want to play slave and master?” His deep voice seemed a mile away as he ground out the words. “Then I will be the master.”
Lia Slater 
