Keta's Keep: July 2011

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Dena Celeste is here with PART 2 of her Sizzler story

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Servant of the Sun: Part II

By Dena Celeste

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“I’ve been waiting for you, dilana. A guard cannot take what a prince desires, whether she is slave or concubine. But if the prince is to send her with me, it frees me to do as I please. And I would be pleased to have you, Arya.” His eyes shone as he looked at her, his hand still stroking her, moving down around her hip and bottom.

“I like the way my name sounds from your mouth, Tomas; that you think to use it.” Arya traced his cheek and jaw with delicate fingers.

“You’re a fighter Arya. I respect that spirit. I desire it.” Tomas took her mouth, assuming control as he turned her onto her back. She met him with equal fervor, wishing he would press her down into the thin padding beneath them and tried to pull him down to her.

He pulled away and gave her a hard look. “Your back is still tender, Arya.”

She glared up at him. “I want to feel you—the weight of your body, the roughness of your hands. I want to remember this, hold this memory.” She didn’t tell him she worried this would be the only time, but they were both aware of it.

“Little spitfire.” He chuckled and wrapped his hand around her throat. “You’ll do what I say. And I won’t damage you any more than I had to earlier.”

“But—!”

His hand squeezed quickly as he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I’ll make sure you’re marked. Trust me Arya, you won’t forget me. I won’t let you.” The delicate brush of his lips, the vibrations of his voice, and the fast bite he gave her neck right below her ear made her melt.

“Yes Tomas. Now please, please give me what I need.” She writhed beneath him, rubbing his hips with hers where he straddled her. She felt his cock, hard and throbbing within his uniform. The sturdy cotton pants rubbed against her intimately, but her own ripped clothing got in the way.

Tomas drew his knife out again, and tore her garment further, until he could slide it out from under her ass. Naked and proud of her body, Arya took her breasts into her small hands and rubbed her fingers over her hard nipples.

The way he watched her fanned the flames, but not enough. She needed touch, comfort, maybe even love one day. For now, she wanted the intense pleasure he could give her.

He grabbed her hips and thrust a knee between her legs, spreading them wide as he worked his way between them. Arya gripped the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up until he took it all the way off. He left his pants on but removed his belt.

Heat rolled off Tomas in waves and curled around her body, making her even wetter. He grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head. He used the belt to trap her wrists together and pressed down.

“Stay there. Don’t move no matter what I do, or I’ll stop Arya.” Tomas kissed her hard, his tongue taking possession of her mouth and tangling with hers. He still didn’t press her down, but the feeling of her wrists bound for pleasure rather than pain made her squirm.

He plumped her breasts with his hands, the difference between his tawny skin and her paler mien stark. “Such pretty breasts. So bare. You wanted to be marked, and I will start here, dilana.”

He nipped his way around, first the right, then the left. His sharp teeth dug into her skin, leaving little red marks and making her nipples tighten more. She dug her nails into the belt and thrust her hips up against him.

“Please, more!” He growled with every breath and bit his way across her belly, down, down until he reached her pussy. The scent of her own wetness reached her nose as he spread her lips, exposing her to his gaze.

He looked at her for so long she brought her hands down and thumped him on the shoulder. “Do something! Anything!”

Tomas pushed her hands back to their former position and loomed over her. “Stay there. I’m going to feast on you, and when I’ve made you scream enough to suit my whim, I’ll fuck you.”

“Bastard, then do it already!” Her own desperation shocked her, but she needed, damn it!

Instead of growing angry, he laughed. “Ah, I look forward to you using your teeth on me someday, little cat. Until then, you have to suffer through.”

He slid back down her body, grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue swirled around her clit, the pleasure taking over her body. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and thrust up into his mouth. Or tried, as his hands kept her frustratingly in position.

The sensations slammed through her body so fast she screamed, a keening moan that rose with her orgasm, her entire being shimmering with it. She gasped for air and still he didn’t let up, his tongue proving agile as he worked her over.

“Please, Tomas, please! I need you inside me!” She begged, more than willing to do what it took to get what she wanted. She pushed up against his face, fighting the strong grip he held.

When he pulled away, his golden gaze met hers with a wicked gleam as he licked his lips, his face shiny with her arousal.

“Now I’ll fuck you, Arya, since you asked so sweetly.” The ironic tone in his voice didn’t escape her, but the pleasure in his face soothed any temper that may have sparked inside her.

Arya watched him as he backed away and tugged off his clothing. He’d even kept his boots on while she’d been wriggling away beneath him! Now she saw his full beauty, the heavy muscles in his shoulders and arms tapering to a flat stomach. His slim hips met strong legs. Between them was a thick, hard cock that would feel much better if he’d put it inside her.

He crawled up on the bed and knelt between her legs. Spitting into his hand, he fisted his cock sensuously until her desperation had her ready to beg again. He guided it forward and rubbed the mushroomed head against her clit.

Arya gasped. “Oh…oh Tomas! So hot, so—please get inside me! Please fuck me!” She tilted her hips upward so he could slip in, but he was too big to slip anywhere without force. His cock felt like a brand on her pussy, the heat of it a pleasure in itself.

A groan rumbled through him, but instead of teasing her more, he gave in to her begging. His cock stretched her nearly to the point of pain the first time. Arya shuddered, pulsing around the thickness forcing its way in. The pleasure/pain almost sent her over again, but she craved more.

“More, please, Tomas. May I use my hands now?” The belt dug into her wrists, a spark of pain that enhanced her pleasure.

“Not yet, dilana. I’ll make sure you scream for me again, don’t worry.” He grinned at her, the look on his face savage. His eyes[k1] glittered with desire, and instead of looking down at where they were connected, he gazed straight into her eyes.

Tomas put two fingers at her mouth. “Suck them. Make sure they’re nice and wet.” His thrusts were slow, too measured. She wanted him wild for her!

Arya couldn’t keep the smile from her face as she took his fingers into her mouth. She let the wetness pool there and swirled her tongue around the tips of his fingers, and then between them. He grimaced and thrust into her harder than before. Her moan vibrated around his fingers as he drew them out.

Tomas kept thrusting, his fingers sliding between her pussy lips to either side of her clit, and he squeezed. The pleasure arced through her like lightning until her world went hazy. She choked on her gasps, his firm grip the only thing keeping her tethered to the bed.

“Beg me for more, little cat. I just might give it to you.” Tomas leaned over her on one arm, pressing her into the thin mattress as he focused on her face.

“Tomas! Please, more, harder, anything!” Arya tossed her head back and forth, trying to get closer and to escape the unbearable pleasure all at once.

“That’s it, Arya. Yes!” He thrust harder, moving his hand from her clit and slamming his cock deep into her again and again. His pelvis rubbed her clit from this position, slamming and rubbing up against it with every thrust, his cock filling her and sparking off pleasure as it slid through the wetness of her pussy.

“More, just a little more!” Arya thrust her hips up, keeping his rhythm as much as she could. “So close, Tomas! Tomas!” Her body froze as she came, the orgasm so much more powerful with his cock there for her pussy to clasp.

He groaned above her, his fast, steady rhythm stuttering as his cock swelled just before it pulsed inside of her. “Arya! So good. Going to fill you up, dilana!” Once, twice, and once more he thrust hard into her willing body, his cum slicking her up, dripping down from where he still pierced her in ticklish rivulets.

As if still aware of her tender back, Tomas pulled his cock out. Arya whimpered, disappointed he would roll away so soon. She followed him, threw her leg over his hip and curled against his warmth on her side. Her bound wrists lay against his chest.

“Such a good girl. Thank you for giving that to me. You realize you could have refused me?” Tomas stroked the hair out of her face. Removing the belt from her wrists, he massaged them gently.

“Of course I did. I’m somewhat outspoken, you know. If I hadn’t wanted you, you would have been well aware of it.” Arya smiled, delighted by the tenderness he showed.

Tomas laughed. “Oh, I’m sure I would have been.” He kept looking at her, his warm gaze speaking for him.

Arya couldn’t help it, she had to know. “This won’t be the last time?”

He held her hands with one of his and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “No, dilana, not the last time. Our prince wanted me to teach you a lesson. The lessons you’ll learn from me will be how to rise above this station.”

Her heart stopped and the world seemed to go very quiet. “You promise? I can become a healer?”

“I became a guard, dilana. Going from a slave to a guard was not easy. Neither will your journey be. I will be here with you, show you the way to your destiny.” Tomas looked earnest. She felt the truth of his words in his touch, his gaze, his voice.

“I think I’ve already found my destiny, Tomas.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, licking his bottom lip until he let her in.

Arya hummed with pleasure, their lips clinging until she pulled away. “Sealed with a kiss. I’ll hold you to your promise, Tomas.”

Tomas stroked her face gently, and then grasped her neck again. He tilted her chin up and wouldn’t let her look away. “I keep all of my promises Arya. Every single one.”

The End

I hope you enjoyed Servant of the Sun! Coming up next week, you’ll see a fantastic sizzler by Dakota Trace.

Also check out the other hot Summer Sizzlers posted on the Red Lipstick Journals:

The Goddess Next Door by Brindle Chase: Part I and Part II

An Afternoon At Pretty Pool by Jacqueline George

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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Welcome to Sample SUNDAY! I'm happy U stopped in

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My SAMPLE is from my latest Fantasy release, DUST AND MOONLIGHT. If you love fantasy, time travel, sorcery, wizards and romance, you'll love this novel!

Here's the blurb and buy link:

Kindle: http://amzn.to/o5OYsG

Balion, Prince of Locke Cress, waited a long time for the forest nymph with lavender eyes to come to him. The dreams told him it was just a matter of time. What they hadn’t told him was that he’d lose his heart to the strange creature from another world.

After the serial killer attacks Kira, she awakes in a strange land. Now, she’s running for her life from wild boars, wizards, and sorcerers, not to mention a Prince that makes her body melt in all the wrong places. Facing extraordinary circumstances as the evil plots unfold, Kira fights for her life, and for a love that neither time nor distance can ever dispel from her soul.

And here's the setup and excerpt:

Kira has followed a serial killer into an abandoned warehouse with the intent of talking him into surrendering. A criminal profiler, she understands the odds of giving himself up are minute, but now he has her cornered and she must do something to stall for time.

EXCERPT:

He couldn't have been more than thirty. Average in height at five-feet, ten inches, he weighed roughly one-hundred seventy pounds. Calculating body weight and height went with the job. Although lean, his muscles were compact. He moved circumspectly, reminded her of a stealth bomber at liftoff. His physique accounted for the alacrity of The Scarlet Angel's attacks.

His baseball cap matched the long-sleeved red shirt. Long sleeves in this heat? He couldn't be a needle-user, the plasma center would pick up on this, would refuse to take his blood. With sickening dread, she realized he wore long sleeves to hide the scratches on his arms. Paula had fought hard for her life. Defensive wounds on her hands and skin-scrapings beneath her well-manicured nails bore the tale of her last minutes.

A woman exited the building as the man entered. When she smiled at him, he pulled the hat low over his brow and ditched the cigarette dangling from his mouth. Kira's insight kicked into gear and the hairs at the back of her neck rose. It had to be him, The Scarlet Angel.

An interminable amount of time passed, long, agonizing minutes while she sketched out a plan. Compelled to follow him when he came out, she exited the car and waited. An hour later, he emerged from the building and turned right at the corner. On the opposite side of the street, Kira paced her steps, but kept him in her line of vision. He stopped twice, before a bakery and a novelty shop and stared into the plate-glass windows. Kira ducked into the alley and peered between two buildings. Damn, had he spotted her? He started out again and set a brisk pace. Breathless by the time he ducked into an apartment building—a seedy, rundown ramshackle dwelling—Kira lost sight of him. She entered warily, not realizing she stood in an abandoned building until an oppressive stillness settled in around her. The chatter of people and the laughter of children were missing. Nothing echoed in the empty air except her own heavy breathing.

Shit, he's led me into a trap.

She took in her surroundings. An odious stench permeated the empty room―animal feces, rancid food, and the smell of humans who hadn't benefited from a shower in eons. Empty pallets lined the walls, and others lay scattered throughout the center. Vandals had been at play here. Windows were smashed out and several floorboards had been removed, no doubt to build fires on wintry nights. A well-used mattress sat in one corner―flea-infested and splattered with rust-colored streaks―an army surplus type that had lived through the Korean War. A discarded icebox sat on a shelf, the college dorm type. The leaky roof was blotched with stains and ringed with black mold. Long cords hung from the ceiling and plumbing fixtures jutted from the walls.

The room emanated heat. With her every step, particles of dust scattered upward through the vacant air. Adrenaline coursed through her blood, her palms broke out in a sweat, and her heart pounded in triple beats. If she had any god-given sense, she'd turn tail and run as fast as her wobbly legs could move. Something evil lurked in the darkened corners, a living, breathing malevolence that made her skin crawl.

Low and lethal, his voice drifted across the stagnant air. "Are you FBI or local?"

"Neither," she said and prayed he couldn't detect the scorpion fear pedaling through her veins. A silver blade flashed beneath a rectangle of light streaming through a hole in the roof. "You're him, aren't you? The Scarlet Angel?"

A sardonic grin curled his lips. "Angel." He paused, then, "Whoever coined the name has a queer sense of humor."

Toying with the stiletto, and her, he ran his finger along the blade as if testing its sharpness. Her life flashed before her, all twenty-seven short years. Graphic photos of Emma, Antoinette, Nicole, and Paula loomed before her, their lifeless eyes fixed, their throats ripped open and oozing blood. He pulled something from his back pocket. Like the knife, it gleamed beneath the light pouring down.

"Red," she rasped. "Oh, dear God, a red cross."

He advanced, one slow foot at a time, his eyes glazed over with the thrill of imminent death. "Why did you follow me from the plasma center?"

"Why do you think?" She paused, her thoughts scrambled. "I guess I hoped to talk you into turning yourself in."

"Pity you stalked me," he said in a cold, flat tone. "Let's get this out of the way right now. I have no intention of surrendering. What, and ruin all the fun?" He advanced. "We're just getting started, honey."

In an attempt to distance her body from that knife, she drew back, stumbled on a two-by-four and fell to her knees. Her stomach heaved as she searched the ground around her, praying she'd come into contact with something to defend herself. A rush of air left her lungs when her hand made contact with a steel pipe. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him. Bent at the waist, his head low, he came in for the kill.

Their bodies rolled in a blur of heat and dust, the knife inches from her throat. She swung the pipe with fierce determination, cringing as a sickening thud reached her ears. Collapsing on top of her, his body fell limp. With dwindling strength, she pushed him from her and drew several long, deep breaths. His body as still as the night closing in, a stream of blood oozed from a wound near his temple.

Dragging herself to her knees, she inched her way to a standing position. Several feet away, she spied her purse and limped toward it. Cell phone, where's my cell phone? Oh, God, I've got to find it before he wakes up. With trembling hand, she fished out her phone and punched in the code for Frank Kissel.

"Damn," she groaned when it rolled into voicemail. "Mr. Kissel, it's Kira, Kira Barton. You're not going to believe this, but I'm in an abandoned apartment complex several blocks north of Promenade and Rathbone with The Scarlet―"

"You bitch! I'm going to take my time with you, cut that lily-white throat inch-by-inch!"

A scream tore from her lips as she dropped the phone. In a heartbeat, he tackled her, pressing the cold, steel tip of the blade into her throat. I can't freaking believe this! "Believe it", her inner voice screamed. "It's happening". As his full weight pressed down on her, her starved lungs screamed for air. He smelled of sweat, cigarettes and stale booze. Please God, let me pass out before he does it.

An ancient chant filtered down from the rafters, a soothing dirge that came from far away. She saw her then, hovering over them, her long, silver hair floating listlessly around her, the sea-green dress sheathing her like a giant cocoon…so peaceful, so tranquil. Kira looked into The Scarlet Angel's lifeless eyes.

"What's the matter, bitch, giving up so easily?"

His smile faded when she spit in his face, replaced seconds later by a look of blind rage. He pushed the knife into her throat, slowly, methodically. Kira clutched the ruby medallion around her neck and the stone pulsated with the vibrancy of a comet shooting through the sky.

Above the cyclonic wind in the room, she heard the woman's voice, sweet and serene. "Full moon, winter's night, hear my call, see my plight. Come daughter of hope, savior of grief, come with me to a place of peace."

With alarming speed, The Scarlet Angel's face contorted, twisted and flattened until his features vanished. Her vision blurred and her hearing faded. Isn't one's hearing the last sense to surrender before death? I'm too young to die, there's so much more to do. Thunder rolled and silver flashes of lightning lit the sky above them. It had been such a bright, sunny day, not a hint of storm clouds. Images of her closet flew through her mind―her dresses cleaned, pressed and lined up neatly. Which one will Mom and Dad choose for my funeral?

Kira tumbled through a great abyss, a tunnel of brilliant colors—blue, fuchsia, magenta and orange―the talisman clutched tightly in her hand. Calm enveloped her as the words echoed in her ears. "Come daughter of hope, savior of grief, come with me to a place of peace."

Those were the last words she remembered.

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Thanks so much for reading. You can find Dust and Moonlight ($2.99) on

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Blogfest 2011 WINNERS!

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Please forgive my tardiness for announcing the WINNERS of the BLOGFEST 2011! I think I was living in a cave this week.

So here's the deal and I think you'll be pleased (at least I hope so).

My youngest son picked a number between 1 and 118 and the winner of the $15.00 Amazon Gift Certificate is: spicedice45

But . . . don't stop reading NOW! Because all the other lovely peeps who left a comment and followed Keta's Keep are also winners!

Here's what you won:

Either a copy of Crossroads, Novella 1 (gay fiction)

Or Cradle of Dreams, an erotic novella (male/female)

How do I get my FREE copy? Send me an e-mail ketadiablo@yahoo.com and VERY IMPORTANT: put in the subject line BLOGFEST 2011 Winner! That way, you won't get lost in my nasty spam filter.

In the BODY OF THE E-MAIL please tell me what book you want -- that's all -- subject line and the name of the book you would like me to send you (choose from the two above).

Remember, you had to leave a comment during BLOGFEST 2011 on THIS blog and you must be following Keta's Keep to get your free book.

My humble apologies and I hope the FREE book somewhat makes up for my tardiness. Love ya all,

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Contest! ~ Leanne Dyck is here with The Sweater Curse ~ Contest!

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The Sweater Curse

Leanne Dyck

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Blurb

Aspiring knitwear designer Gwen Bjarnson is stuck in Purgatory. To escape, she must re-examine her life, journey through her past and right a wrong. But which wrong?

Young and in love, she works to establish her career, except fate has different plans. One rash act and she loses everything. Never resting, always seeking, and yearning for what she can no longer have, Gwen faces the truth: if she remains, others are destined to die.

How will she solve the mystery before it is too late?

Excerpt

This isn't Heaven. It isn't Hell. And I'm not alive.

Picture this: a bus stop, tons of people packed into the same small space all waiting to continue their journey. Many buses stop here. Some passengers get off, others get on. Young children with sickly white complexions huddle together in the shelter. Teenagers with rope burns around their necks get off the bus. Old men with bullet holes climb on.

Throughout this confusion, the only constant is me. I remain alone.

Why?

I don't know, but I must find the reason. I must examine my life to discover the momentary lapse. The wrong I've committed. The task I've neglected. It's my only means of escape.

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Would you like to win a copy of The Sweater Curse? Yes, you would! Leave a comment for the author and she'll pick a winner in three days. Name of winner announced here on blog and you will be e-mailed if you win (so, leave your e-mail address).

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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Author Stephanie Draven is in the Keep!

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Siren Song

Author: Stephanie Draven

Publisher: Mills & Boon

Publisher buy link: CLICK HERE TO BUY

Author Web site: http://stephaniedraven.com/

About Siren Song:

When Chloe Karras sings, she knows that no one can resist her sensual allure—except for the sexy naval officer seemingly immune to her voice. But Captain Alex Shore is just the man she wants to take home after her performance—until he tells her what she thought were imagined powers are real...and dangerous.

Alexandros knows firsthand how seductive sirens are, as well as their potential to destroy. Yet the former sea soldier feels a powerful attraction to the beautiful rock singer that goes beyond her spell. Can he banish Chloe from the town he's vowed to protect—or will he be drawn into the siren's bed?

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About the Author

Stephanie Draven is currently a denizen of Baltimore, that city of ravens and purple night skies. She lives there with her favorite nocturnal creatures—three scheming cats and a deliciously wicked husband. And when she is not busy with dark domestic rituals, she writes her books.
Stephanie has always been a storyteller. In elementary school, she channeled Scheherazade, weaving a series of stories to charm children into sitting with her each day at the lunch table. When she was a little older, Stephanie scared all the girls at her sleepovers with ghost stories.
She should have known she was born to hold an audience in her thrall, but Stephanie resisted her writerly urges and graduated from college with a B.A. in government. Then she went to law school, where she learned how to convincingly tell the tallest tales of all!

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Dust and Moonlight - New Release

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DUST AND MOONLIGHT

* Fantasy

* Time Travel

* Shapeshifter

* Wizards

* Sorceress

Additional characters: wild boars, assassins, jangamoors, spotted cats and more!

BUY ON KINDLE: http://amzn.to/o5OYsG

About Dust and Moonlight:

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“Keta Diablo outdid herself! I've found an author who is on auto buy. This is the third book I've read by this author and it just keeps getting better and better! I have yet to be disappointed. Heather's Reading Romance: 5 Stars

Dust and Moonlight is a delightful fantasy. A good fantasy will have time travel, sorcerers, or wizards. This book has it all.” Readers Reviews 4.5 stars

A captivating tale that includes magic, mystery, romance, betrayal, and, most importantly, love. Diablo wrote the magical time travel scenes and made me believe it could really happen. 4.5 Stars Dark Angels

Serial killers, time travel, magic, mayhem, passion, some smoking erotica and a great twist pack the pages of this book to the gills without overwhelming the reader.I have to admit I will be finding and reading everything by Ms Diablo that I can get my hands on. A great read for a long, cold winter night.” You Gotta Read Reviews, You Need to Read!

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

CONTEST ~Author Vijaya Schartz is Here Today ~CONTEST

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SNATCHED
Sci-fi romance
Vijaya Schartz

Books We Love Publishing http://www.bwlpp.com/

Author Web site: http://www.vijayaschartz.com

Blurb:

Snatched from a post-apocalyptic battlefield by galactic traders, Zania is sold to a clandestine ring of sex slaves and fighting Amazons on a planet lush with green jungles and teeming with deadly felines. She resents the gorgeous and overzealous Viking champion, Svend, who saves her life but too easily accepts slavery. Adulated by a woman who claims to know her intimately, hated by the jealous Amazon queen who fancies Svend, Zania seeks escape... But Svend knows the price of rebellion. And on this seemingly peaceful planet, ruled and defended by machines, nothing is what it seems... Among the rumbles of a volcano threatening to explode, insurrection is brewing, and no one is safe...

Short Excerpt:

"All sexual relations have been abolished in these parts," the synthetic voice volunteered.
"Abolished?" Zania stifled a nervous chuckle as she kept walking. "It doesn’t make much sense."
"You were selected and preserved for our specific purpose."
"What purpose?" Zania couldn’t stand not being in control of her own destiny. "Who made that decision for me?"
"We did."
That We again. The corridor ended into a sharp turn. The sound of many voices filtered into the hallway. "What’s this place?"
"The time has come to perform your duty."
Before Zania could protest, she emerged into a brightly lit arena, with people in the bleachers, cheering and yelling her name. They all wore gray robes and hid their faces under a hood, like ghosts. "Why do they all wear gray?"
"Color is not allowed on their Earth. Color breeds passions."
"But I wear blue, and the mat is red."
"This is clandestine entertainment We provide for them. They hide their faces for fear of being recognized."
Stepping on the soft red mat, Zania raised her gaze to the highest levels of the arena and noticed a gigantic projection of herself on the ceiling.
The deep blue veils suited her well, enhancing her dazzling blue eyes and apricot complexion, and revealing much of her body. With the long flowing hair and the eye makeup of an Egyptian queen, Zania hardly recognized herself. She looked more beautiful than she remembered. Of course, she’d never been the pampering type.

The cheering suddenly stopped and Zania realized she no longer stood alone on the mat of the arena. There, in the bright light, walked a tall muscular man, young, his long blond hair framing a tan face with icy gray eyes... The visage of Adonis on Hercules’ body.

Her gaze roamed over the regular lines of his jaw, the full, sensual lips, dimpled chin, down the expanse of his hairless pectorals, and stopped on the leather cod piece embossed with Tor’s hammer. That’s all he wore.
So, he was a Viking. Zania could easily imagine him swinging a sword or a battle axe like his ancestors. He certainly had the biceps for it. His bare thighs bulged with muscles, yet his face held an almost feminine beauty. She couldn’t help a shiver of appreciation for this perfect male specimen.
"Are you Adonis himself?" If he were, Zania would have to prostrate herself.
"No, Zania. My name is Svend." His amused smile told her he enjoyed her surprise. "Who is Adonis?"
"Never mind." How could he not know the gods of the Pantheon?
The synthetic female voice interrupted her thoughts. "This is the mate We selected for you."
"Mate?" Zania realized only she could hear the voice as Svend didn’t react to the outrageous comment.
"You must join with him here, now, for the pleasure of our illustrious clients." The lack of emotion clashed with the loaded words. "In exchange, you will live another day."
"You don’t say." Mating was out of the question.
"Think before you decide. If you delight the crowd, you may be auctioned off to a prosperous patron, or even earn your freedom."
Freedom... That had been Zania’s battle cry. "This is blackmail!" As a soldier, she had no tolerance for such practices. She didn’t risk her life in combat to end up as an unwilling porn star. "I’m not mating with this..." She lacked the words. Viking prince? Golden god?
Svend smiled and walked to her with debonair confidence. "Shall we give them a good show?" The deep voice caressed and enveloped her. "How long has it been since you were fully satisfied?"

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One of the commenters on this blog will receive a free pdf copy of SNATCHED. Please leave a comment for Vijaya to be eligible.

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Welcome to Sample Sunday - I'm Glad You're Here!

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Today's excerpt is from Holding On To Heaven

an erotic romance (historical/civil war)

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About Holding On To Heaven:

When the blazing fires of revolt ravage the countryside, Lauren and Sage McCain are trapped amid the flames of destiny. The Civil War has crumbled a Nation, and the Dakota Sioux uprising has turned southern Minnesota into a violent battlefield.

Holding on to Heaven is a story of love between two men and a woman, love between siblings, and love that crosses all boundaries and forges all cultures.

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EXCERPT:

Her spirits renewed, Lauren left the spring, picked up her clothing and walked toward Adobe.

His ears pricked forward, he blew air through his nostrils and pawed at the ground. The fine hairs at the nape of Lauren's neck rose. She had a sickening sense someone was watching her.

The tall swamp reeds rustled and suddenly Creed walked from a dense thicket of wild
sumac. She stared into the slate-grey eyes, her heart thundering in her chest. His face was all gorgeous planes and ridges like a finely crafted, sculptured bust. She gasped and covered herself with the shirt. A knowing smile transformed his features. How long had he been watching her?

Her back went rigid. "Spying on me again, Creed. Have you nothing better to do on a
Sunday afternoon?"

His cool gaze swept over her. "Wasn't spying. This is the shortest route to Full Circle."

"Hah!" Her voice broke.

"I had no idea I would find a mermaid swimming in my spring."

"Your spring?" Her chin came up. "This pond is on Full Circle property. I would have
passed it by had I known you frequent it."

His jaw twitched before he advanced, the pale smoke eyes throwing her world into
disorder. A hard façade emanated from him and set her blood boiling. He was the wily fox and she the hapless hen. Run, her mind screamed. She almost made it to Adobe before he caught her.

He grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around, his face inches from hers. His warm breath fanned the wet tendrils along her forehead. "Let me go, you're hurting
my arm!"

"Not on your sweet ass."

His nearness and the manly scent of his skin converged like a maelstrom. Without thought, her hand came up and connected with his cheek. She gasped and stared at the bright red hand print. What had she done? Her fingers itched with a need to touch him, wipe away her angry outburst.

His eyes burned cold and hard. He pulled her roughly against him. Yanking her head
back with a solid tug to her wet hair, his mouth came down on hers. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, yet strangely her lips parted to allow access to his probing tongue. She whimpered and a strange fluttering swept through her belly. Sane reason deserted her.

She couldn't remember how it happened. They were on the ground, her beneath him, his weight pressing down on her in the tall marsh grass. When he found her lips again, liquid fire pulsed through her veins and spread outward to every limb. He smelled of milled lumber, horseflesh and leather; tasted of tobacco and pine needles.
"Stop, you must stop . . ."

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Read the five-star reviews on Amazon:

"Diablo really knows how to keep you on the edge of your seat wondering what will befall the main characters. Lovers of historical fiction will love this one! I’m a big fan of the Civil War era and it’s nice to see this as the backdrop for this novel." Papercut Reviews

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"Holding on to Heaven has it all -- adventure, desire, and the indelible spirit of human hope and perseverance. I enjoyed it and hope this might be the start of a series where we can see some of these characters yet again! An excellent read! A page turner. Bring on the sequel." - Night Owl Romances

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Monday, July 11, 2011

WELCOME TO BLOG FEST 2011 - PRIZES GALORE!

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BLOG FEST 2011

HAS ARRIVED!

If you fall off the BUS, go here and jump back on:
The FAB, The AWESOME

A JOURNEY OF BOOKS

GO HERE TO BEGIN TOUR ON JULY 15th

This Tour lasts three days with tons of

fabulous prizes! (at least one at each stop).

You'll want to hit as many stops as possible.

Can I suggest five to begin with?

Hop on over to the blogs below

and see what you can win:

KMN Books Blogspot
Kritters Ramblings
Lady Lit Reviews
Author Laura Kaye
Laurie's Thoughts and Reviews

But wait . . . .

Before you leave Keta's Keep you'll want to do TWO things

TO WIN MY PRIZE - $15.00 Amazon GC

FOLLOW KETA'S KEEP AND

LEAVE A COMMENT BELOW

ABOUT YOUR "FAVE GENRE" TO READ

It's that simple. Winner will be announced the day

after the blog our ends (the 18th)

Please don't forget to read the reviews on

WHERE THE RAIN IS MADE,

my paranormal shifter.

Nominated 4 a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark

for BEST enovel of 2010

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Come on! What R U waiting for?

On your Mark, Get Set, GO!

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Welcome to Samle Sunday! Thanks 4 Stopping by!

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My Sample Sunday is from

WHERE THE RAIN IS MADE

Paranormal

Native American

Shapeshifter

Time Travel

* Nominated for Bookie Award by Authors After Dark

in the BEST E-novel category for 2010

Winner of Best Video From Dark Divas

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SAMPLE SUNDAY

In this scene Cesca meets Meko, the leader of the dog soldiers, during a raid upon her home.

In the pale light of morning, Francesca spied the tall prairie grass ahead, smelled the ashen waters of the river. A blue jay screeched from a low-hanging branch as she passed, the derringer clutched in her hand. Thank God her father had taken the time to show her how to shoot. A single shot, that's all that stood between her and death.

She remembered the acrid, black smoke and the direction from which it had come - Auraria, the miner's camp. Her father must be dead too. Please, God, don't let them find me. Tall spikes rose to her hips and rustled against her twill pants as she threshed toward the river. A desperate desire to survive coursed through her blood. She'd grab a hefty branch, float down the river so they couldn't track her, would never find her.

Moments later, she emerged from the tall grass and her stomach lurched. On the opposite bank of the river stood the most frightening sight she'd ever laid eyes on.

She froze, her heart pounding in triple beats. Pewter eyes locked with hers and she uttered a low cry of fear. Grotesque war paint covered his face, and bloody scalps hung from his waist.

She was as good as dead.

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CESCA FROM

Where The Rain Is Made

Thanks so much for stopping by today. If you like the sample you can read the reviews for WTRIM here on KINDLE: http://amzn.to/ev0I3Y

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Friday, July 8, 2011

New Release MYSTIC SWORD - GLBT Vampires!

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99 Cents on Kindle

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Vampires, Gay Fiction, Historical

Mystic Sword is the original short story

for The Sin Eater's Prince (full-length novel)

Enjoy!

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Monday, July 4, 2011

DUST & Moonlight - Time Travel/Fantasy by Keta

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TIME TRAVEL/FANTASY

After a serial killer attacks Kira, she awakes in a strange land. She’s running for her life from wild boars, wizards and assassins … and a handsome Prince. Evil plots unfold and Kira must fight for her life … fight for a man neither time or distance will ever dispel from her soul.

Watch my Amazon Page for Release Date: Keta on KINDLE!

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Sunday, July 3, 2011

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday !

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SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY!

Today's snippet is from Decadent Deceptions, an erotic suspense novel set in the South in 1850. Morgan has convinced Olivia to visit the local brothel with him.

RWA Molly Contest Finalist

Read the 5-star reviews

KINDLE: http://amzn.to/dQj8WZ

About Decadent Deceptions:

Desperate to win Morgan’s love, Olivia Breedlove embarks on a reckless folly. But everything backfires when Morgan remains one step ahead of her and the game ventures down a path of duplicity and murder.

A decade ago, Morgan was a heartbeat away from taking Olivia’s virginity. Her father, Thaddeus, intervened and threatened to meet him over pistols if he so much as looked at his daughter again. But now, Thaddeus is dead and Morgan has no intention of ignoring the ravenous hunger he’s harbored for the blasted woman for ten years.

One way or the other, he will quench this burning desire and make her his forever. Special Content Alert: Voyuerism

And now for the six sentences . . . Enjoy!

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Olivia rose from the chair to a stream of fractured moans from Annie and bolted for the door. On his feet in a heartbeat and knocking over the chair in the process, Morgan caught her wrist and spun her around.
    “Let me go,” she said with ragged breath. “I’ve seen enough.”
    Her unearthly beauty nearly felled him, not to mention the white-hot flames of desire licking every cell in his body. “You’re such a little hypocrite, Liv; Voyeurism is perfectly acceptable, provided no one knows you enjoy it, is that it?”
    “I must have been out of mind to agree to come here with you.”
    “Why? Does the scene strike too close to your heart?”

Come back and visit soon, and thanks so much for stopping by today! Don't forget to check out the other lovely writers participating in Six Sentence Sunday HERE