Monday, July 30, 2018

When an Astrology Reading Goes Awry #paranormal

Wow, did I get whammied! I went to my astrology group where we were supposed to be discussing eclipses and their significance in our own charts. I mentioned that I had a catastrophe occur in my house on July 11 so the leader of the group--Malcolm--pulled up my chart to look. The solar eclipse occurred on July 12, by the way. He analyzes my chart and puts in those dates--he says that it was all lined up to have a big blow to my home and money (which happened) and that I had a legal one-on-one situation then too (I got a speeding ticket the next day). That's all in sync and interesting and not the whammy I'm talking about--what happened next left me feeling very upset.

He passed around the computer to others in the group who all moaned and "oo'd and ah'd" about how bad it was and how I needed to be careful. No other explanation. Just a lot of sympathetic looks and words of caution to be "careful" and "cautious with people." One woman told me to "get myself together and figure out my job". I was blown away because none of this was helpful to me. I only mentioned the roof incident because I was curious how that lined up with the eclipse--now suddenly I'm getting words of warning and told how miserable my chart is.

If it's so bad, then what's the use in trying? If the planets are aligned to keep me down and miserable, then what is the F'n point?

In the past few months, I've had two new releases--Decadent Deception and Spark--yet they're telling me to figure out my job? I was so confused.

Here's the thing--I am no stranger to psychics or empath classes. I normally enjoy my astrology group because I'm so curious and eager to learn. I know that instilling fear in someone is NOT the way to go--especially all the dire warnings of "be careful" with no explanation. Be careful of what exactly? Answering my door? Driving? A rabid cat? An ex showing up? WHAT? Am I supposed to lock myself in my house and never go out again? Is all the work I've done over the past two years when I lost everything and rebuilt it in a new city for nothing? Is my life just going to get worse? I mean, what the hell?

Now, I know a lot of people will say "don't take it seriously" or "blow it off"--but he nailed the trauma to my house and the speeding ticket (which they knew nothing of) when he looked at my chart. And I have been studying the paranormal for years. I'm good friends with psychics and witches and empaths--none of them would issue such dire forecasts to anyone, by the way.

No, this experience was traumatic. To have my chart passed around in the group with a half dozen astrologers ooing and ahing and muttering how bad it was--without being specific--is NOT a good feeling. I started shaking. My head started hurting. My heart raced. I started sweating.

I mean, all I wanted to know was how eclipses could influence my decisions on my chart, which was the group topic for the day. I had no expectation of leaving there a nervous wreck worried about dying on the way home with all their pitying looks and hand grabs and words of "be careful".

This isn't how it's supposed to work. I know this, yet am very frustrated by it. The woman who told me I was a mess and needed to figure out my job and my life--her words gnawed at me to the point where I had to start journaling. I admit to being a mess in the past, but right now I am the calmest I have been in years. And, like I said, I just released two new books! Yet, her words also fed into my self-doubt because I'm someone who has been through hell--absolute, utter, traumatic fucking hell--these past two years. Maybe I'm not doing enough? Maybe no matter what I do I'm fucked? If that's the case, then why try?

Yes, I will shake off the nerves in a day or two--but I know that those words "be careful" are going to stick with me for awhile. Be careful of WHAT? And I will have that gnawing doubt that the planets are lined up against me--how does a person escape that?

Frazzled and confused,
Dakota Skye
http://www.authordakotaskye.com



Thursday, July 19, 2018

Can Their Secret Affair Survive the HEAT? #newadult #romance #newrelease


Shining the spotlight on HEAT by Cassidy Springfield. Their love affair is a secret--and she likes it that way--but when a wildfire threatens her hometown, everything changes. This is a new adult romance...peek inside below!


Back cover blurb...

Kiley Ross and Leo Marshall have a secret. He's her indulgence, her vice. She's his compass, his impossible dream.

Kiley is home for the summer between graduating the University of Colorado and attending graduate school out-of-state in the fall. Everything is changing—friends are scattering across the world, her long lost brother has appeared out of nowhere, a wildfire is threatening the family home, and her secret affair with the local outsider—Leo—is exposed.

As the wildfire ravages the forest around the small town of Ouray, she realizes what really matters and what truly doesn't. Her resistance toward change forces her to come to terms with her own failings—or risk losing the friendships and relationships that mean so much to her. Can she break free of the expectations that have held her back in time to rescue her love affair with Leo? Can he forgive her for wanting to keep him a secret? Confronted with seeing everything she has ever known burn to the ground, can Kiley rise up and step into her own power?



Adult content excerpt...

I step toward him, more scared than I have ever been about anything. I'm scared of being rejected. As long as we were only a fling, we were free to go at any time with no explanation. As long as we were a secret, my friends wouldn't question me and I wouldn't need to defend us. As long as we were sneaking around, I wouldn't be rejected by my family or forced to argue. 

I continue walking toward him until I am a few inches away. The hair on my arms is standing on end. My heartbeat is throbbing in my neck. 

"I think I am in love with you," I whisper, the words choking from my throat. I have never made myself this vulnerable in my life. 

Someone somewhere sometime told me to never be the first to say I love you in a relationship. I believed it and now the idea that he might laugh at my admission has my feet frozen to the ground. 

"You're the only one who knows me—the real me, I mean," I say when he remains silent too long. 

He stares at me, his gaze skimming over my eyes, my face, my hair, and back again. 

"I don't know why I said all those mean things. I don't believe them."

"You know what people are going to say, don't you? I'm a high school drop out and you're on your way to get a PhD. I—"

"I don't care." Emboldened by him speaking, I reach for his hand. "Three years, Leo. Why have you been going along with this arrangement for that long if you don't feel the same way about me as I feel about you?"

"How do I know what you're saying right now is true?" He pulls away from my touch and moves to a chaise lounge set up on a boulder surrounded by rose bushes. He sits down, props his elbows on his knees, and looks off into the distance. 

For being such a smart girl, I realize only now how terrified I am of being abandoned. My brother Brandon had died when I was twelve, he was only seventeen. He had died of an accidental overdose of heroin when visiting Devon in Boulder. The details are sketchy, but I know that his death caused a chain reaction where my parents watched my every move and controlled every aspect of my life until I went to college. 

I remember the last time I saw Devon, who was twenty-three at the time of Brandon's death. He had been running down the hallway at the hospital, away from me, ignoring me when I called to him. He never said goodbye. In one night, I lost two brothers and no one had ever told me why or explained anything to me.


So, in reality if I look at the situation straight on, I know that was the instant I stopped telling anyone how I truly felt about anything. I never wanted to rock the boat, never wanted to be rejected, never wanted to be left again. 

I join him on the chaise, sitting cross-legged behind him. I pull the sleeves of my dress over my hands and exhale. How do I convince him that what I'm saying is true? 

"Do you care that you dropped out of high school, Leo? You got your GED, you worked on your music, you have a great band..." I inch closer to his back. He hasn't moved or spoken since we sat down. "No one cares about high school bullshit or small town attitudes in the real world. I don't. Or is it that you are bothered by me wanting to be a neuropsychologist? Are you intimidated by me?" 

"I'm not intimidated by you," he whispers.

"No?" I smile because he sounded like a little boy when he said that. "I know I'm falling in love with you because you are the only person on this earth whose opinion of me actually matters." He sighs, his shoulders heaving with the effort. I scoot a little closer. "I know I am in love with you because the thought of never seeing you again, or never kissing you again, or never touching you again scares me more than anything." I drop my hand against his shoulder. 

He looks at me then and I'm shocked to see tears in his eyes. He shakes his head. "I want to believe you."

"So believe me." I wrap my body around his from behind—my legs around his hips, my feet on his knees, my arms around his chest, and my chin against his neck. "I will go into the great room right now and scream 'I love Leo Marshall' if that will make you take me seriously." 

He holds my hands in both of his and laughs. "Please don't. I'm not sure how having a girlfriend will affect my image as a sexy lead singer. It might be bad for business." 

I kiss the side of his neck and tighten my legs around him. 

"I'm sorry I made a scene in front of your mom earlier." He caresses my legs from knee to thigh and leans backward against me. We look each other in the eye. "Does this mean you don't want us to end when you move to Los Angeles?" 

"I'll keep you around until I find someone sexier, less dramatic..." 

His gaze moves over me until locking on my neck. Abruptly, he sits up and shifts positions so that we're facing each other. He grazes his fingers over my neck and frowns. "What happened to you? Are these bruises?"

My hand rushes to my neck. I think of Joshua. I nod. 

"It's okay, don't worry about it," I say. 

"I'm worried about it, what happened?" 

"Joshua got a little out of hand."

"Out of hand how?"

"He didn't like being blown off, he attacked me, wanted to..." Tears shimmer in my eyes and I can't stop them. I've held too much in for too long. Emotion breaks out of me. 

"He attacked you?" His hands are on either side of my neck and he's flicking his gaze between the bruises and back to my eyes. "Tell me everything."

"We were fighting about you, he said if I could give it up to you, then I could give it up to him." I hold his wrists when he tries to pull away. I keep him close to me. "Calvin Ritchie actually kicked his ass for you so calm down." I tell him the whole story. He presses his forehead against mine. His thumbs smooth away the tears that slide down my cheeks. Telling him feels right. I tell him everything—it's like a dam has busted open and I can't shut up. 

I tell him about how I feel like a fraud, how I'm scared about moving away, about how I worry that I might fail, how disgusted I was being that close to Joshua, how I've felt like I couldn't express myself after Brandon died and Devon disappeared, how much I love him and how I hope he can forgive me for being such a bitch. 

At the end of my rush of words, he kisses first one eye and then the other to stop my tears. His fingers trace my cheekbones as if I am the most delicate flower he has ever touched and he's afraid to break me. When his lips caress mine, I sigh. 

He presses me back onto the chaise. My fingers tangle in his hair. He tugs off his shirt. He is lean and sculpted and gorgeous and mine. He straddles my body and slides his hands up the side of my thighs that are trapped between his knees. I move my hands over his chest and enjoy him watching me touch him. 

He rolls my dress up over my body one inch at a time. The slowness of his actions intensifies the power of seduction. I suck in my breath as the coolness of the mountain air slides across my bare skin. He pulls the dress over my head and tosses it onto one of the rose bushes. His fingers slide over my shoulders and dip between my breasts before he reaches behind me to loosen my lace bra. He drops it to the side. 

I watch him looking at me. I twist my hips. I ache for him. The need is painful. 

His touch is a barely-there caress as his fingertips skim across my breasts and down my abdomen. He tugs down my panties and works them down the length of my legs until he reaches my cowboy boots. Laughing, he pulls off one boot and then the other before sliding the panties over my feet. 

I lie naked in front of him in the hazy moonlight surrounded by pine trees and roses and lavender with the cool breeze kissing my skin. My nipples harden from a combination of cold and desire. 

He stands at the end of the chaise and removes his jeans and then his underwear until his erection stands free. 

We look at each other in silence. We no longer need words, not right now. 

His hands curve over my ankles. He kisses my knees, my thighs, my center, my abdomen, my breasts, my shoulders, my neck, and my mouth. 

I part my legs for him. 

He nudges them further apart. He slides inside me and gasps against my mouth. 

I arch my back against him, needing to be as close as we can be. My breasts flatten against his chest. He pulls my braid. He nips my lips. 

I embrace him. I slide my tongue against his. We grind our hips against each other—him going deeper and me egging him to go even further. It's as if our bodies are melting together as one and we'll never be separate beings again.

I am his; he is mine. 

"I love you, Kiley," he whispers against my hair. "I love you so much." 

I cry again because I had no idea how desperately I have wanted to hear those words. "I love you, Leo. I really do." 

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Monday, July 2, 2018

A SPARK of Passion Ignites an Inferno #NewRelease Erotic #Supernatural #Romance

The Wildfire Romance Series is a shared world where multiple authors tell the tale of a wildfire threatening the town of Ouray, Colorado, from differing perspectives. All stories are stand-alone books that share common landmarks, a few overlapping characters, and the same crisis situation. This blog hop connects all stories so readers can take a peek inside each one. 
The link to various posts are below the excerpt.

Featuring Spark, Book Four

From the back cover...

Calvin Ritchie wants solitude and isn't about to let a wildfire stop him from doing exactly what he wants. An action-adventure movie star, he is in Ouray for a weekend as far away from prying eyes as he can get. He is at a crossroads in his life. As part of a group of fallen angels that needs to either find redemption or be damned for eternity, Calvin is being tested by both light and dark forces.

When a sexy movie star wants to hire her to guide him into Box Canyon despite the wildfire raging miles south of town, local mountain guide Willow Leslie says yes. Never one to turn down an adventure—or a big payday—she ignores the warnings and trusts her skills as they head out for a holiday weekend. 

What they don't know is that an arsonist is loose in the forest and has started a second fire that traps them in the canyon. Bound by survival, they embark on a journey of erotic exploration and internal reckoning as the flames spread closer each day. 

Will Calvin find that spark of redemption he needs to rescue them from certain death? Can Willow learn to trust someone other than herself enough to let love melt her jaded heart? 


An excerpt (adult content)

"Are you saying that you're an angel, Cal?"

"You don't need to believe me. I understand." 

She snuggled closer against him and stared through the darkness at the outline of his profile. Goosebumps shimmied across her skin. A shiver rolled through her body. His touch, the energy zapping from his body to hers, his magnetism...the wings hadn't been a hallucination. Rather than fear, fascination rippled through her mind. 

"You're being very calm."

"What am I supposed to do? Angel or not, you're my client and here we are." 

He laughed and pulled her closer. "That is so matter-of-fact."

"Did you expect hysterics?"

"You were hysterical outside. I was angry. I thought you were a supernatural being and that this was a trap."

"Why would you think that?"  

"Because of your tattoo. The angel is someone I know."

She pushed herself up at that news. A chill slid over her skin. She prided herself on being open-minded, but there came a point when logic needed to take precedent. Like now. Could he be using her tattoo—a representation of something important to her—as a joke?

But that didn't explain the wings—unless he had drugged me. 

"Is this all a joke to you, Cal? That angel I saw meant something to me. I've seen her three times in my life—each time she saved my life, diverted me from a certain death. I am not crazy. I am not some silly—"

"Stop." He sat up, too, and framed her face between the palms of his hands. "I am not treating you like a joke, I swear. I don't know why I needed to have you take me here—I honestly don't know why I am here. I am telling you the truth. I didn't expect to sleep with you either. I had planned on being on my best behavior."

She snorted. "Are you ever on your best behavior, Cal?"

"That's kind of my problem. That's is why I'm a fallen angel and my time for redemption is now." He pressed his forehead against hers. "I have never told my secret to a human before, never. Whatever is going on, I believe we are on the same path."

"Now you're kind of scaring me," she admitted. 


"Don't be scared. I will never hurt you. I promise. Never." He kissed her. His lips meandered over hers, sliding and teasing until she kissed him back. 

His touch hypnotized her. The energy zapping from his skin was like a drug that pulled her in and soothed her worries. He flicked his tongue across her lips. In the dark like this, sight was limited so every other sense ignited tenfold. He pulled her sweater off and then his own until their bare chests pressed together. 

She roamed her hands across his shoulders and over his back, kissed his face and his neck. She wanted to explore his body as thoroughly as he had explored hers. She crawled on top of him and thrust her tongue into his mouth. His hands pulled her pajama pants off and she wiggled her hips to help him. Without breaking the kiss, she worked on stripping him free of his clothes too until they were sitting naked on the pile of blankets and pillows wrapped in the dark cocoon of their private tent at the bottom of a deep slice of earth. 

"Don't be scared," he whispered as he shifted his hips and pulled her onto his erection. "Ride me, don't be scared." 

"I am not scared of you." She braced her hands on his shoulders and sank onto his cock. His girth filled her, stretched her. 

He held her close and nipped her neck. 

His hands moved over her back, her hips, her breasts. His lips kissed her neck, her chin, her mouth. A whoosh enveloped them and she felt the caress of feathers on her bare skin. Whatever shadows had been in the room were blocked out by the added layer of...wings. Black angel wings. 

She gasped and tipped her head back. They were enveloped in the shelter of angel wings. She rode him hard, savoring the sensation of his mouth on her body, the feathers brushing her skin, his fingers sinking into her hips, and his cock filling her cunt. 

The orgasm was fast and intense. Her entire body quaked with wave after wave of ecstasy.

Calvin called out against the side of her face. His fingers sank deeper into her hips as he thrust his hips up and ground himself deeper into her. 

She collapsed against him, wrapped her arms around his neck. Tentatively, she reached down his back and felt the wings there—felt them flutter under her touch. Mesmerized, she clung to his body while moving her hands through the wings. "I swear to God, if you've drugged me and this is all some kind of hallucination, I'm going to kill you in the morning. I know many places to get rid of  a body."

He laughed against her hair. "I've never done this before. I have never allowed a human see me like this." 

"Why me?" 

"I don't know." He kissed the side of her face. "I suppose I don't need to tell you that this is a secret."

"I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them so...no, you don't need to tell me that." She leaned back just far enough to look him in the eye through the darkness. Still enveloped beneath the arc of his wings, she combed her fingers through his hair. "I don't have best friends that I confide in anyway so you have nothing to worry about. You're safe with me." 

He held her tight. His cock twitched inside of her. They stayed like that for a long time—joined as one, sheltered beneath his wings, with only the sound of their breathing and their heartbeats in the small space. 
She blinked back tears and tightened her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. She felt safe with him –and she hadn't felt safe for years. Not like this. 

"I don't want you to go to the nowhere place," she whispered against his ear. 

"Me either, sounds incredibly boring. Can you imagine? No drugs, no alcohol, no sex?" 

She laughed because—safe or not, he was still a very naughty angel.