Thursday, November 30, 2017

Love that Transcends Worlds #Supernatural #Romance

Casting the spotlight onto Impact Zone, an erotic supernatural romance by Dakota Skye about a demigod risking immortality for the love of a mortal. 
18+ content

From the back cover...

Nico Triton has a secret. He's a merman who saved the life of a champion surfer and now he's being hunted. As the leader of the merfolk, his interference with Fate has had severe repercussions. Not only has his father, Poseidon, banished him from his homeland, but the dangerous organization Mythquest is out to prove his existence and destroy his family. As punishment, he's been forced to erase Josie's memory of him and the sacrifice he made in exchange for her life.

Murder on the beach.

Josie Wells knows how to conquer the waves, but when she witnesses a murder on her beach, the impact shatters the surfing community of Santa Cruz. The tragedy brings her up close and personal with her secret crush, the elusive billionaire, Nico Triton. A nagging feeling tugs at her that she knows him from somewhere...but how could that be?

Will love be enough to bridge their two worlds?

Secrets become confessions and trust is tested as betrayal threatens their lives. When a merman falls in love with a surfer chic and two worlds collide, expect an Impact Zone of danger and passion. Will love conquer all or be the thing that destroys them both?

*contains explicit sexual content

An excerpt

She lifted her face to the wind and inhaled the rich sea air. The last time she'd been here, she'd been in high school with her then boyfriend Ted Reece. It had been well-after midnight and they'd had a bottle of cheap rum they passed between them before making out on the rocky ground. Walking toward the edge of the cliffs, she looked down at the waves pounding against sheer rock. The earth rumbled beneath her feet. 

Nico sat with his legs outstretched and face lifted toward the setting sun. "That day I took off with mom's car I ended up in a place similar to this. I sat there looking at the ocean until my father found me."

"What was that like?" She sat next to him and leaned back on her palms. "Was he angry?"

"You don't know my father. He becomes, shall we say, temperamental." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I tested his authority a lot, which meant I got into trouble nearly every day."

"Why do I have a feeling you're a lot like him?"

"That is a conversation for another day." He laughed quietly while his gaze roamed over her face. "I like remote places like this where no one is constantly needing my attention."

"I need your attention," she said without thinking, gaze locked on his lips.

"You're the exception. You can have my attention whenever you want it." He shifted into a kneeling position, grabbed her shoulders, and moved her around until her back faced him. Before she could ask a question, he started massaging the tense muscles of her back. Thumbs pressed firmly into the base of her neck. "Right now, I sense you need to relax."

"I'm not usually the damsel in distress." She sighed while his hands worked magic on her tense muscles. "Or the woman who picks up men in bars."

"I thought that was your idea of fun."  He moved his hands from behind her neck to her shoulders.

She closed her eyes and relaxed against him. "I say strange things around you."

"You don't like being off your game, do you?" His hands worked their way from her biceps to her forearms before going back to her shoulders.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Being an athlete, you are disciplined about routine. Dedication is your middle name." He pressed his knuckles against her spine. "You left the circuit to start a business from nothing, that takes focus." His fingers splayed across her ribcage in more of a caress than a massage. "You like being in control. Around me, you are off balance. Am I right?"

"Lucky guess," she whispered. "Most people wouldn't say I'm the nervous type. I've been called reckless and wild, but balance."

"Oh, you're an obvious risk taker, but I don't think you're reckless. There's a difference." His fingers grazed the bottom of her breasts as his hands slid around her sides. "But you like calculated risks where you know what you're dealing with going in."

"Your theory is that I'm not sure I can handle you so that's why you make me nervous?"

"Are you nervous or excited?"

She smiled as both his arrogance and astuteness. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that he'd brought a blanket she kept in the backseat. "I forgot I had that back there."

"You have what looks like a closet in your car. Are you secretly homeless?" He brushed her hair back from her neck before his lips caressed her ear.

She inhaled sharply at the contact. Goosebumps skittered across her skin with the touch of his kiss.

"I haven't made the best first impression on you, I'm sure." She tilted her head until her chin touched her chest, unable to deny the magic his fingers and mouth delivered to her body.

"Do you know when I first saw you?" He shifted so that his legs pressed along the outside of her hips.

She shook her head 'no' and held her breath.

"You were in Hawaii for a competition and we were at a sponsor party. You were excited and on everyone's must-meet list."

She frowned. "I don't remember meeting you."

"We didn't meet. I was called away as usual for some kind of emergency, but I definitely had a first impression of you."

"And what was that?"

"Beautiful. Genuine. Exciting. Unique." His teeth caught her earlobe before he kissed the sweet spot on her neck. "Is what I think about you that important?"

She twisted to look at him through a veil of her hair. "I think it might be, yes."

He stared at her for what felt like minutes before nodding. "I never do anything I don't want to do, Josie. I'm here with you because I choose to be."

With a slowness that drove her mad, he pushed the hair away from her face and bent within a fraction of her lips. His gaze scanned hers briefly before he kissed her.

She moved her mouth against his with a laziness meant to savor the sensation. She hoped she'd never get used to the energy that zapped between his skin and hers.

"What did you used to do here when you were a teenager?" he asked against her mouth, eyes alive with knowing.

"A little bit of this and that."

"A little of this?" His tongue slid between her parted lips—teasing—before he slid his mouth down the length of her neck.


"And a little of that?" He moved his hands to her bare thighs beneath the dress and squeezed. "Am I close?"

"You're getting closer." She grabbed his face and ground her mouth against his. If he wanted to fool around on a rock, why the hell not?

His tongue slid against hers in a dance that made her squirm. She wanted to toss her dress off and let the wind take it away, surrender to recklessness and desire.

 He lifted her and pushed her back against the blanket. His dark head moved from her mouth to her collarbone as he squeezed her breast through the thin material. His hand moved to her panties that were wet with desire. In one yank, he ripped them from her before sliding his fingers between her legs. He pushed her dress up and kissed her bared abdomen.

Eyes open, she stared at the clouds passing overhead, cherished the hard earth beneath her back, savored the sensation of his fingers sliding inside of her, gasped as his mouth sucked her clit, and spread her legs wide as the wind sent her yellow dress billowing around her torso and slapping against the ground. 

He nipped and sucked and fucked her with his fingers while she gripped the blanket at her sides and surrendered to him manipulating her body with his mouth.

She arched her back as an orgasm quaked through her body like tremor from deep within her soul. Still he sucked at her, his fingers and tongue ravaging her. Owning her.

"Nico, my God, I can't take—" Another wave of orgasm ripped through her. She twisted, but he held her legs open while he continued his feast.

When she finally lay spent and exhausted, he climbed over her and looked her in the eye. "A little bit of this and that?"

She grinned, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his face against hers. "Kiss me."

"What the lady wants, the lady gets." He kissed her until she moaned with primal need.

"Are you relaxed now?" he whispered against her ear.


"Then let's find a restaurant off the beaten path and I'll buy you dinner." Abruptly, he stood and pulled her with him. "I'll take you on a real date tomorrow night."

"A real date? So this was just a preview?" She walked with him on trembling legs.

"I am capable of more than you realize, Josie, including romance and charm. Trust me." He retrieved her torn panties from where they fluttered against a boulder and tucked them in the back pocket of his jeans. When she laughed, he snagged her hand in his.

"I'm feeling selfish right now." She crossed her trembling legs and latched the seatbelt.

Nico grabbed her chin and kissed away her guilt. "Your surrender is more than generous."

As they drove away from the remote cliff, she sighed and closed her eyes. She'd been in charge of too much for too long and surrendering felt better than she'd imagined. When he dropped his hand on her thigh, she grinned.

She could get used to being manhandled by Nico Triton.

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Thursday, September 28, 2017

The Moment When You Know You Have Fallen In Love #Romance

We have all experienced that lightening flash moment when love strikes us down, when we know without a shadow of a doubt that we're in love...and only hope it's reciprocated by our beloved. Today we're sharing a glimpse inside the romance novel In Between where that moment is captured perfectly. 

"Everything we have here is perfect," she whispered with sudden tears shimmering in her eyes and appearing like shards of gold in the candlelight. "I paint, we travel, you spar with Ava, we make love morning, noon, and night, we do whatever we want when we want to do it. No one interferes with us. Back will be different. I know I suggested me tying up loose ends and leaving it all behind, but once I get there it won't be as easy to leave as I'd like to believe."

He wanted to understand, but didn't. Obviously, she omitted details. Then again, maybe he didn't comprehend her concern because he had never had a hometown and his family had always been accepting of anything he had ever imagined trying. He didn't know what it meant to have a 'home,' not in the grand scheme anyway. Wherever his parents were became a destination for holidays and special occasions. He stored some things in Brussels at his grandmother's house, but other than that, no one he knew would ever think it odd for him to travel or to love.

But he wanted that home base. He wanted to travel and explore, but he dreamed of coming home to someone who missed him and who wanted to hear his stories.

"Credere nell'amore," she said with a crooked grin.

"I do believe in love," he replied. "What am I going to do with you, Jessica Moriarty? You're maddening."

"You know exactly what to do with me, Jacques Sinclair." Her grin turned wicked in a heartbeat.

"I want to know the details about you, all of them, not just the pretty ones, but the dark ones, too. I won't run away." He reached across the table and snagged her hand in his. "I am more worried that you will run away because you are assuming things about me that are not true. Love is the beginning, but we need trust to go all the way."

She squeezed his fingers and focused on their joined hands. "I don't want either of us to give up who we are for the sake of each other. I don't want to stall your career...and I don't want to feel like my old life is too small for you to be happy."

"I will never make you give up anything for me."

"Yet you've already given up South Africa for me."

"Oh, my God. Not South Africa again." He pulled his hand free of hers and shook his head.

"And London. Simone told me—"

"Stop it, Jess." He gave her his best Do-Not-Go-There look before refilling his wine glass.

She leaned back in the chair, folded her arms across her chest, and once again looked toward the sea where the cruise ship had made little progress on its voyage.

"I push people away, it's what I do. Kind of like a thing, I guess." She shrugged, her voice quiet. "I grew up always needing to be the adult from as far back as I can remember. I watched my mom transform like a chameleon for any man who paid attention to her. I don't blame her...she is how she life is good now, I'm not complaining. I have it all, you see. I live in a gorgeous apartment in an enviable location. I love my friends and landed a prestigious job in my chosen field. Now I have you and it all seems too good to be true. I thought I could simply fly home and let it all go, but that feels wrong, too. I want to paint my days away, but I hear all the words from people in my past telling me how silly that is. I also love architecture and worked hard to be the best—"

"Why can't you be both?" He frowned, truly not understanding the dilemma and wishing he could. "I love you, Jess, not what you do as a profession."

"That's just a piece of the problem, Jacques. I'm all my mom has." She shook her head and looked exasperated. "I confuse myself over and over again about what's right and wrong. Traveling the world with you feels like a dream, but so does bringing you home with me and making it all work out. An impossible dream."

"Nothing is impossible." He shrugged, frustration drumming in his skull as to what to do to make her understand that he truly believed that they could make it work.

"You're the ultimate dreamer, Jacques, and I love you for that," she whispered, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm torn between what my heart wants and what my brain believes. So I will probably try to push you away again and again. Don't let me. Keep being stubborn and don't let me go no matter what bullshit I spout off."

He hesitated a moment while he digested her words before laughing. "You are fascinating, have I told you that? And crazy, that's obvious. My fascinating lunatic."

"Doesn't say much about your judgment, does it?" She shrugged again, the wicked grin returning. "Now you're going into this with your eyes wide open. My life is messy back home. Marc is trouble, always has been. People think we're going to get married."

His laughter faltered. "Married? Why would they think that?"

"Because it fits into their plans, but not mine."

"I've never been missed." He blurted it out because he wanted her to know that he didn't leave a charmed life like she believed. "People in my life are used to me being gone so they do not miss me. I disappear for months on end and no one bats an eye because they say, 'oh, that is just Jacques.' I am not attached to anything except my work."

"You have Ava." She faced him again, this time cupping her wine glass with both hands.

"She expects me to go, just as I expect her to go." He thought of Simone's accusations about 'slumming' it at the apartment building and pretending to be less than what he was. "We are blessed with wealth and with worldly parents who raised us as citizens of the world. But do you know what I dream of?"

She shook her head no.

"A home where someone expects me at a certain time and misses me when I am not there." He felt embarrassed at the admission and broke eye contact. "Sometimes when I travel I hear men on the phone with their wives and they are telling them about their day and assuring them that they will be careful. I hear them complain about it—sometimes—but I know they like having that connection with someone who looks at the stars at night and wonders what constellation the other one sees."

He fiddled in his pocket for another cigarette. For someone who had pushed her for confessions, he suddenly wished he'd kept his mouth shut.

"Ava loves you."

"Oh, I know." He lit the cigarette and watched the stern of the cruise ship distance itself from shore. "We all love each other. My family is very close in that way, but we do not wonder about each other. Never mind. I am not explaining myself well. Forget it."

"You want someone to curl up with on the sofa after a long journey, someone who has been counting the days until you return so she can hear your stories and thank God you're okay," she whispered with a slow smile. "I want to be that person."

He smoked his cigarette and fought the urge to leap across the table and hug her, but stopped himself. After all, he had an image of cool and aloof romantic European to uphold. Grinning, he shrugged and exhaled a stream of smoke.

"So, Jacques Sinclair, getting back to that whole what-are-you-going-to-do-with-me question..." she finished the wine in her glass without looking away from him.

Oh, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with her.

"Portami a letto," she said with a smile, her long hair billowing around her as she wiggled her finger at him in a come-to-me motion.

"Take me to bed," he repeated in English, his gaze moving over her body with territorial pride. "Gladly."

He tossed more than enough money to pay the bill onto the table, propped it beneath the wine bottle, and followed her off the narrow deck of the restaurant.

He paused at the top of the stairs and looked up at the stars. Yes, he wanted her to be the one who looked at the constellations and missed him.

"What are you waiting for?" She called to him from the bottom of the stairs, her yellow dress shaping her legs in the wind. "Portami a letto!"

He laughed at the people who looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. She was his kind of crazy beautiful.

"Bossy American," he muttered when he got close enough for her to hear him.

She stepped backward out of reach, arms outstretched, and said, "Credo nell'amore!"

I believe in love!

He jogged to catch her after she abruptly turned and ran toward their small hotel down the narrow street. Snatching her around the waist, he crushed his mouth against hers and prayed that she truly believed and wasn't simply lost in the moment because he'd never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wanted her. 

Keep reading In Between, book one of the 2-part Dancing Barefoot Series

Back cover blurb...

In between responsibilities and dreams...

Jessica Moriarty has always played by the rules, but for once in her life, she's doing exactly as she pleases. In between graduate school and 'real life', she's in Florence, Italy, indulging her love of art and abandoning inhibitions. 

Meeting Jacques Sinclair rocks her off center. Whereas rules and living up to expectations have dictated her life, he is the opposite. A rebel. A photographer. A man who lives for the moment. He sweeps her up into a riveting romance that makes her question all she's ever believed to be true. 

The drum of old commitments echo through her heart as time ticks away. Will the crush of 'real life' undermine the love she's found in between...?