Sunday, December 11, 2016

A Sexy Snowy Afternoon #ParanormalRomance

Sizzling spotlight on the sexy and heart-wrenching erotic paranormal romance, Blurred Lines--love transcends death and letting go isn't as easy as it sounds. 


"It stopped snowing!" Alex couldn't believe it when he saw stars filling the sky. "Look, Sierra!"

She stepped outside with sock covered feet and looked up with a laugh. "You really hate snow, don't you?"

"Without a doubt." He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and stared up at one of the most vivid starry skies he'd ever seen. "The view is beautiful, though. I can admit that."

She disappeared inside for a minute before returning dressed in a coat, neon pink hat, and boots. She handed him his jacket. "Let's make a snowman. It'll be fun."

He blinked at her a minute before slipping his arms into the jacket and accepting the gloves that dangled from her hands. "Fun? It's dark and cold."

"So? We'll warm up later." She winked before traipsing into snow that went past her knees. Without warning, she spun around and tossed a snowball at him that landed squarely at his chest.

He picked up two handfuls of white powder and tossed them at her retreating back. "You're going to pay for that."

Moonlight illuminated a sea of white and towering pine trees capped with an umbrella of stars. Sierra trampled a path before squatting down to begin rolling the base of the snowman. Her long blonde hair fell from beneath the cap and reflected the bits of snow that had gotten caught in the tresses.

He laughed, more than a little surprised by how relaxed he felt after a creative day full of sex, productivity, and a long nap. He joined her and, after a few more snowballs in the face, they stood back to admire their haphazard version of a snowman.

"He's crooked, leaning a bit far to the right," he observed.

"Let's name him Charlie." She winked at using the name of their boss. "That description sums him up perfectly, don't you think?"

Arms outstretched, she fell straight back into virgin snow and laughed at the sky. She started making a snow angel.

"Oh, what the hell?" He did the same and moved his arms and legs in unison until they both had created snow angels side by side. "I can't remember the last time I acted like a kid."

"I used to be accused of always acting like a kid, never growing up." She stared at the sky, arms still outstretched in her angel wings. "Karaoke, surfing, paddle boarding, skate boarding...I need to do that again. I miss playing."

He laughed at the idea before realizing that he, too, missed playing. "I've never surfed, but I've always wanted to try."

"I'll teach you."

He looked at her profile staring toward the sky. "Are we really giving our notice when we get back to Los Angeles?"

"I am, but you need to do what's best for you. I need a clean break, a fresh start. I didn't realize it until this weekend, but I need a whole lotta new in my life." She looked at him then. "We can still write together, follow through with all of our plans, even if you choose to stay on with the show. Nothing with us changes, I promise."

"Nothing?" He wanted this to be more than a temporary affair. He wanted to call her his girlfriend, make plans for more playtime, extend their partnership beyond the work zone.

Disbelief over his own thoughts crashed his high. Sex—mind-blowing sex—was one thing, but girlfriend? He hadn't had a 'girlfriend' since college, which was quite a while ago at this point.

She smiled and plopped a fistful of snow in his face before leaping to her feet.

"Damn it." Cold seeped down the front of his collar as he wiped his face free. Stumbling to his feet, he watched her running toward the cabin, her laughter carrying to him through the quiet night.

His heart twisted inside his chest at the realization that, yes, he wanted it all with this woman who was the most complicated female he'd ever known.

He ran after her, snatched her from behind, lifted her off of her feet, and dumped her face first into the snow bank. Laughing at her muttered curses, he glanced back toward the cabin and froze at the sight of the man looking back at him.

Shane stood there, clear as if he were still living.

A shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the environment. Okay, so maybe he had said all the right things about believing in ghosts, but he had never seen one in his lifetime.

"Now that was harsh," Sierra said as she stood up, clumps of snow stuck to her pink hat and eyelashes. "Remind me not to...what is it? You look like you've seen a..." She spun around and followed his gaze.

The image had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Rattled, he tore off his wet gloves and stuffed them in his pocket. Playtime had come to an abrupt halt.

"What's the matter?" she asked again when he silently stomped toward the house.

This needed to end. Maybe he didn't know much about the 'spirit world', but he knew that haunting someone had to be wrong. Heartbeat pummeled his chest cavity and echoed in his ears like a million drums. He tossed open the door and looked around the empty space.

"You saw him, too, didn't you?"

Alex looked at her over his shoulder and saw that sadness had crept into her eyes. "I hate that he makes you sad. If he loved you so much, wouldn't he want you to live your life and be happy? Why is he holding on?"

Wrong thing to say.

From sad to angry in under a second, she peeled off her coat and tossed them aside. "Never doubt what Shane and I meant to each other. Do you even know what love feels like? Have you ever been in love?"

Ignoring her questions, he took off his jacket and walked into the kitchen to make a late dinner. They'd been too consumed with writing and sex to worry about time or food.

"You don't, do you?" She followed him.

"Does it matter? He's dead. You can't carry on a relationship with a dead man." He stared unseeing into the refrigerator, suddenly wishing his car wasn't buried under a foot of snow so he could retreat.

He hated that she had loved someone so much that their relationship lasted beyond death. How could he ever compete with that? He'd closed his heart off years ago, seen too much evil, and didn't know if he believed in happily ever after let alone whatever this was between her and Shane.

He scrubbed his forehead with his fist and seriously questioned his thought process. Ghosts? Was he actually having this conversation? 

"I loved him, yes, more than anything. He loved me, too, that's not the question. I hate being haunted and questioning everything. I see him at night in my dreams. It's always a toss up whether I want to go to sleep to see him or if I want to stay awake so I don't. I like knowing what to do. I hate feeling like this."

He refused to look at her. Anger at this ghost felt irrational yet intensely real.

She touched his shoulder, leaned close, and whispered, "I want him to go. Does that make me a bad person? I love him...will always love him...but I hate thinking he's not a peace. I don't know what to do."

He looked down at her, his heart swelling beyond anything he'd ever experienced. He could barely breathe with the force of emotion bearing down on him. "I've known some bad people, Sierra, and you're not one of them. Not even close."

She stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her face against his neck. "And you saw him, too?"

"I did." He hugged her back, a protective urge surging through him.

"You have no idea how relieved I am that someone else has seen him." Her breath was hot against his skin. "I've been worried that I was the only one."

He kicked the door of the refrigerator shut and kissed the top of her head. More than most, he understood what it felt like to feel alone, to believe it was you against the world. No wonder she went into the occasional tantrum and spent so much time on her own. He held her tighter against him.

"I've never been in love," he admitted against the top of her hair. "My last so-called relationship was back in college and only lasted about six months. I'm no expert."

She tilted her head back to look into his face. "Well, maybe you're no love expert, but you definitely deliver as a lover."

Her statement shocked him into laughter. One minute they were fighting, then fucking, then writing, then playing in the snow, and then talking ghosts. He couldn't keep up.

He kissed her, not out of lust or desperation, but because he wanted to feel connected. He kissed her because he liked doing it, wanted to do it every day as often as possible and whenever he damn well pleased. He kissed her here because he wanted the ghost to see. 

From the back cover...

Only the good die young. When Shane Weston is murdered before prosecuting a key member of the Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love he has for his fiancée.

Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.

The lines between right and wrong often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked his future on a career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make her see that life is still worth living.

Letting go is like a death. Sierra never thought she would be caught in a love triangle between her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because her ex-fiancĂ© is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's into the gray area of right, wrong, life, death, ghosts, dreams—the part of life where all the lines are blurred.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Breaking All the Rules with SnowBound #Thanksgiving #romance

When people ask me what I'm grateful for, there are many things of course, but one thing I am truly thankful for is to be able to express myself as a woman. There was a time in our not too distant past when being a single, assertive, independent woman was frowned upon. Sure, there are times when I still get some push back, but it's not the norm.

Women are free to be sexual, to revel in their sexuality. We're able to take the initiative without fear of being labeled.

We can travel alone. That may seem like a weird thing to be grateful for, but remember...fifty years ago that wouldn't have been cool.

So, today, along with a myriad of other things, I celebrate being a woman and being free to decide my own destiny.

Here's to 2016--a somewhat turbulent year for me personally--but I'm still here and so are you. We may be battered and bruised but we're still kick'n it.

Have a happy holiday season!

Dakota Skye

Here's a blurb and excerpt of my holiday erotic thriller, SnowBound--not for the shy. Don't let the pretty cover fool you...*wink*

From the back cover...

Professional psychic Landon Mitchel is a desperate man willing to do whatever it takes to save his sister—including kidnapping a federal agent.

FBI Agent Haley Masters has a reckless side that leads her into dangerous sexual situations to burn off the anxiety of her job. When she meets a hot man in a bar hoping for one night of fun, little does she know he's about to take her on a wild ride of conspiracy, sexual exploration, and betrayal.

Will Landon be able to rescue his sister or will she be lost forever? Will Landon and Haley's mutual quest for justice bring them together or tear them apart as the danger of their twisted hunt for ruthless human traffickers comes to an end?

*sexually explicit and dark themes*

An excerpt...

She slid her gaze over him and did a quick profile: bad boy con artist who liked his sex rough and his women feisty. At least a foot taller than her, she had to look up at him even from this sitting position. Chocolate hair waved back from his face and curled around his ears, green eyes focused on the amount of skin revealed by her blouse, and his smile screamed I'll-Make-You-Come-Over-and-Over-Again.

Exactly the disposable type she was looking for tonight.

Haley perched her elbow on the bar and faced him, her knee sliding along his thigh as she turned. "Issues?"

"Oh, she speaks." He drank his tequila while surveying the crowd around them.

"You don't care much for social boundaries, do you?"

"Do you?" His gaze lingered at the hint of her black lace bra exposed by the fall of her blouse down her shoulder.

He emanated power and confidence. His gaze across her shoulder, up her neck and over her face felt like a tangible caress.

She shivered under the scrutiny and squeezed her legs tighter together to stop the sudden tremble in them.

"I'm Landon—"

"I don't remember asking." Her gaze dipped lower over the leather jacket and black sweater he wore underneath it. Her fingers itched to touch him. "Are you a tourist or do you live around here?"

"A little bit of both."

"A man of mystery."

"Yes, actually, I am." Smiling, he looked at the bartender and ordered a shot of tequila for himself before handing her the third one.

As an FBI agent, she knew the risks. She also knew she could handle herself.

Right now, she wanted to handle him.

"Man of mystery? You'd think I'd be intrigued and ask some questions about that, but I'm not."

"Not what? Intrigued or bothered to ask a question?" His slow smile reassured her that they were headed down the same path.

"Can you keep a secret?" She leaned within a few inches of his face and looked him in the eye.

"I've been known to keep many."

"I don't really give a damn about your story." She dropped her hand over his, watched the golden flecks at the center of his eye flicker with the dilation of his pupil. "But I'm definitely interested."

"Straight to the point," he whispered.

"Why waste time?" She slid her hand slowly off of his, enjoying the role of seductress. Her finger lingered on his wrist before she picked up the fresh round of tequila, lifted it to her lips, and downed it without looking away from his eyes.

Damn, despite her act, she really did want to know more details. He had a certain air about him that hinted at danger and darkness.

Landon mimicked her actions with the tequila, a challenge in his eyes as if daring to see how far she'd go.

What he had no way of knowing is that she didn't have limits, not on nights like tonight when the need for human connection drove her past the point of caring about rules or protocol. Nights like this she needed something to make her feel alive after becoming numb from a job that had few happy endings.

"Strangers in bars can be risky," he said. "Maybe I'm here to kidnap you and make you do my bidding."

"I have a license to kill...don't make me use it." She leaned her elbow on the bar, enjoying the baritone of his voice.

He quirked an eyebrow. "A woman after my own heart."

"It's not your heart I'm interested in having."

He laughed, a look of genuine surprise lighting his face. He dropped his hand to the bare skin of her thigh exposed between the boot and hem of her skirt. Leaning in, he asked, "Want to hear one of my secrets?"

"Not particularly."

"I have very few inhibitions."

Pulse accelerated at the idea of getting him naked and uninhibited. She'd had a frustrating month of chasing madmen across the country, battling red tape, and dealing with a challenging partner. Sitting within a fraction of Mr. Tiger Eyes, she wanted to unleash all that pent up energy onto him.

"Grab a taxi with me?" she asked, not willing to waste another minute on small talk.

"Might as well get on to the good stuff." He winked, tossed some money onto the bar and then stepped from the stool. Before she could grab her jacket, he held it out for her to slip into.

She slid her arms into the leather sleeves, back to him, and smiled at the gesture. When he pulled her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, shudders of pure desire melted her panties to her skin.

Danger always turned her on and, picking up this man felt like a Level Red Imminent Threat.

She looked up at him and grinned. She might be small in comparison to his massive frame, but a tour of duty in the US Marines followed by extensive training at FBI headquarters in Quantico gave her an advantage. The combination made her the perfect undercover agent...and gave her confidence for her secret lifestyle in the night shadows.

"I'm Haley, in case you're wondering." She snagged his hand and led him toward the door.

"I didn't think we were trading names." He laughed, his fingers tightening over hers.

"I changed my mind." Again only giving the holiday lights a cursory glance, she led him down the street to where a line of taxis waited outside the Westin.

Once inside the taxi, Landon pulled her against him, molded his hands over her ass, and sucked on her lower lip.

She liked his straight to the point attitude. Grabbing his crotch with one hand, she held the back of his head with the other.

Eyes wide open, they kissed. Slowly at first before growing animalistic. Biting. Sucking. Groping. Passion reverberated between them like a living thing binding their bodies together in a force field that couldn't be escaped.

Hands beneath her skirt on the bare skin of her ass, he slipped a finger beneath the thin strip of her thong. He moaned against her mouth as if sensing her need.

She rubbed her hand over the zipper of his jeans, thrilled at the bulge hardening beneath her touch.

"C'mon, guys, I have other passengers during the night. Keep it clean back there," the taxi driver said.

Laughing into each other's mouths, they ignored the reprimand and kept touching each other in ways that made the clothes unbearable barriers to satisfaction.

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