Hi, Elise! Thanks for having me here today to take over
your place. (Insert hand rubbing and fiendish laugh.)
When I wrote my eBook, Enslaved in Desire, I actually sat down
to write another novel for a theme submission about pirates. (Space pirates to
be exact.) Fortunately or unfortunately, I couldn’t complete that project in
time for the submission deadline. Venn and Camryn wanted their story told.
Their
story was something entirely different than the romances I had written and
submitted before. Enslaved in Desire
begins with the alien invasion of Earth and incorporates space travel, fight
scenes, sex slaves, hot sex and true love.
Yes, I
said true love. What is more “true” than settling differences of species, race,
space and ideology just so you can be with the person who is your ONE? (As in
one and only.)
Here
is Enslaved in Desire’s blurb
followed by an excerpt to give you an idea of the types of *cough* tension filled moments that prompted Camryn and Venn to
settle their differences and take the leap into love.
BLURB:
Camryn is taken captive
after Earth is invaded by hostile aliens. She is sold as an exotic, an
expensive sex slave. Camryn is willing to do anything to survive and escape
captivity. That includes convincing her master that she enjoys his touch. Then
she is purchased by the sexy warrior Venn. Now she must convince herself that she can resist a male whose
every caress ignites a passion she has never known.
Venn is an empathic and
hyper-sensitive tribal lord from planet Ordan. He has never owned a slave, yet
he cannot resist the beautiful Earth woman. She teases his heightened senses
and pushes past the control he has over his emotions. Venn struggles to own
Camryn’s body with scorching sex and a firm hand. And when his possession of
her body is complete, he’ll try to claim her soul.
EXCERPT
The following excerpt is for those readers
who are 18 and over only.
Copyright © Stormie Kent, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave
Publishing, Inc.
He crowded her back and
she watched in the mirror. He was dressed for meetings in a black dress coat,
crisp white shirt and fitted black pants. The contrast of her nude body pressed
against his fully clothed form made her press back against him to feel the
pleasure of the smooth material against her hot skin.
“I didn’t tell you to
move, sweet.” He stepped back.
She groaned. Her eyes
clashed with his in the mirror.
“What’s with the
restraint?” she asked.
“I know you like it when I
hold you down, but I wanted to use my hands today. And you did say it would
take chains to keep you in one place,” he replied.
She remained as still as
possible and he watched her for a while before moving behind her once more. She
wanted to think she would resist him, but she couldn’t. When he got like this,
he wasn’t going to be put off and she liked how he handled her too much. She
liked that he took all the passion and barbarian in himself and locked it down,
only for it to emerge again once he’d made her mindless. She knew it was there,
just sitting under the surface of his skin. She could see it in the way his
smile didn’t match the fire in his eyes.
He gathered her hair in
one hand and wrapped it once around his hand. He pulled her head gently to the
side. She curled her toes into the carpet so she wouldn’t move.
His other hand came up,
but only one finger trailed her throat from her hairline to her shoulder. His
mouth followed and his cool hair swung forward and trailed over her arm and
breast. He did the same thing over and over again to the back of her neck and
then transferred her hair to his other hand and worked the same magic on the
other side of her neck. He tugged harder on her hair and the pleasure shot
straight to her cunt.
He stepped beside her and
leaned forward, raining kisses on her chin and neck. Then he turned her loose
completely. She whimpered.
“Keep your eyes on your
face and body in the mirror,” he said, lacing his voice with command.
She stared into his eyes in the mirror. Then she
lowered her gaze to her own face. Her eyes were slumberous. Her bottom lip was
swollen where she’d bitten it in concentration and she was flushed.
“Beautiful,” he said.
*****
Oh, boy. When I wrote
about these two they became my obsession. What about you? What is your
obsession? Do you write, sew, cook, run or some other activity that often makes
you forget your purpose and good intentions? Leave a comment. I would love to
hear from you.
Stormie
