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| A master of sex finds the mistress of his heart. A woman finds her sexual healing in the arms of her best friend�
Joanne �Joy� Smith wants to be happy, successful and loving life�s physical pleasures, but how can she when her innocence was savagely taken away. Raphael D�Onofrio works hard and plays hard. He has no need for long-term relationships or human attachments, but when Joy asks for his help he can�t refuse her. When he investigates her attack will it end their friendship and kill what they are trying hard to avoid? Or will he learn that exposing his heart is worth any risk? |
| Of Blood and Orchids by K.R. Wilson Genre: Vampire, Interracial Newly Released from Extasy Books http://www.extasybooks.com |
| Excerpt She raised her hands to his face, lightly touching his sharp cheekbones and eyes that resembled stretched teardrops. She liked his eyes. They were irresistible. His eyebrows were thick and dark. Made his gray eyes stand out. His nose wasn�t aquiline but broad and small. His lips were full and stretched with exaggerated curls. He had an instant pucker. Very kissable, she decided. She played with the cleft in his chin. Joy laughed. Her hands traveled to his neck. It was strong--corded. Joy felt his hands travel down to her waist, then fan out to her hips. His hand left a trail of liquid fire on her hips, and then before she knew it, her legs were up in the air. He looked down at her as if he was deciding what to do. She could feel his sharp fingernails digging into her skin. He wasn�t cutting her, but she knew he was contemplating something or� fighting something. Joy had images of him parting her legs and diving into her. But that would never happen. Instead, he bent her legs so that her feet rested on the mattress. He touched that sensitive area where her hips and thighs met. She flinched. Then she felt nothing but cold air on her legs. She looked over to find him in his bureau. He took out a red feather and turned around, with a wicked gleam lighting his gray eyes. With his feather, he caressed one nipple. She jerked her hips as she felt her nipple harden. He moved to the second nipple, waving the tip of the feather back and forth across her swollen nipple until she cried out. He continued to touch her everywhere then he turned her over gently onto her stomach. She was totally vulnerable to him. His heavy muscular legs straddled her. His gigantic erection prodded the crevice between her cheeks. His warmth crept into her now. How erotic. All he had to do was lift her hips and enter her. She couldn�t see what he was going to do, only feel. He ran the feather down her arms, tickling her elbows. The feather traveled up and across her shoulder blades. He moved her hair up and spent time on her the nape of her neck. His breath tickled the tiny hairs on the back of her neck making them stand on end. She couldn�t tell. He was close, in prime position to bite her. She wasn�t frightened. She trusted him to not bite her, and if he did, it was because he lost control. What would that mean? |
| Author Bio I originally hail from Brooklyn, New York. Now I live in Chicago. But It doesn�t stop there. The next stop is the West coast. Chicago is a great city, but man, do I miss Brooklyn. I especially miss Prospect Park. That�s where everyone hung out on Saturdays. You had Caribbean festivals, African bands performing at the band shell and soccer games and bike riding. I used to live near the band shell. Sniff, sniff. My favorite activity in Brooklyn was shopping at the farmer�s market there. See, I was a pastry chef and earned a certificate in French cooking. I was supposed to be a specialist in chocolate and have my personal chef business. It never came about. Writing took a front seat instead. I�ll never look back except for an occasional need to make my own truffles. Okay, okay, you can never say never. I love the Food Channel and sometimes dream about being a chef again. It only lasts for five minutes. I�m looking forward to West coast living - lots of creative juices there I want to swim in and absorb. How did I make a leap from cooking to writing? It was in a roundabout way. Tragedy often makes you think about your life choices. September eleventh did that. I found myself wanting to express my fears and anger. Therefore, I poured it all into my first Vampire romance story. I have a fascination with all things vampiric and werewolf and psychic. I especially love romance. I combined the two, and there you have it. So now, my husband has to tolerate hearing my ideas in the middle of cooking or while he shaves. I wrote my first paranormal romance while taking care of my then two-year-old son. That was another adventure. Now, I�m working on four projects simultaneously. That�s not recommended if you have a four-year-old running around. This is an exciting time for me now. I have two published works: Of BLOOD and ORCHIDS and the first book of the series CRIMSON WINGS. The latter will be in print for Extasy Books shortly. Want to know what my idea of Heaven is? It�s my computer working properly, son deeply entrenched in the Noggin Channel and my hubby cooking a superb full course meal by following the recipe. Visit the website of K.R. Wilson |
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| September 21, 2005 |