I'm delighted to welcome fellow Dark Sider and Ellora's Cave author D.J. Michaels to my blog, to help celebrate the release of her debut erotic romance,
Enforcer's Craving.
Over to you, D.J. :-)
Hi everyone. I’m really excited
to be on Christina’s blog and to be able to share my new release with you. Enforcer’s Craving is my first foray
into erotic romance and I absolutely loved writing it. This is the first of a
six book series for Ellora’s Cave, so I’m hoping readers will like it enough to
linger for a while.
Enforcer’s
Craving
DJ
Michaels
Dragon Alliance, Book One
Chelsea
is kidnapped from her Melbourne home and taken to an alien planet to be sold at
auction. Luckily, she a gets a last-minute reprieve and is rescued by Tarkan
and Ari, two sexy male dragon riders. Tarkan and Ari have long resigned
themselves to the fact that they will never have a woman of their own. But when
Tarkan lays eyes on Chelsea he concocts a plan to ensure she not only commits
to them, but will fight for their right to be together.
Chelsea
has many challenges in her new world but her biggest and most immediate concern
is finding her best friend. Alone and without support, she turns to the only
two people who have offered to help.
If
Chelsea accepts the bargain, the Enforcers will do whatever it takes to rescue
her best friend. Chelsea is attracted to them, but can she risk herself and her
heart with two men she barely knows.
A Romantica® futuristic ménage erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
In this part of the story, Chelsea has
agreed to go back to the Den with Aria and Tarkan. What she doesn’t realize is
that trip has to be taken on dragon back. The boys just swing her up onto
Benmonth (the dragon) and they are in the air before Chelsea can react.
Excerpt:
As
soon as Chelsea’s terrified scream pierced his eardrums, Ari knew they’d made a
mistake. As far as the Enforcers were concerned, conquering a person’s fear of
flying was all about getting them in the air. Once the reluctant passenger got
used to the motion, once they realized they were safe, their anxiety was easy
enough to manage. When faced with Chelsea’s fear, he and Tarkan had fallen into
the pattern that had worked for generations.
But Chelsea was human, far from her
home and in a world so unfamiliar she didn’t even understand the most basic
concepts of their society. They should have talked to her, explained to her
what was going on and what to expect. And now it was too late.
When her second scream came hard on
the heels of the first, the desperation in her voice hurt his conscience more
than his ears. Ari moved quickly, pushing away the flapping fabric of her
skirts and clamping his arm hard around her waist. He placed his free hand
squarely over her mouth.
“Screaming won’t help you.” She went
rigid in his arms but she didn’t fight, nor did she try to bite him, which he
considered a plus. “We are in the air and you are safe. Benmonth won’t fall out
of the sky or try to dislodge us and Tarkan and I will keep you safe and warm,
tucked between us where there’s nowhere to fall.”
Her breathing was fast and hard
against his hand and there wasn’t a hint of give in her body. “You have to
relax, Chelsea. This will only work if we act as a team, we have to move with
Benmonth, not against him.”
Leaning forward he gripped Tarkan’s
hand, placing it on Chelsea’s leg just above where her stockings tied off and
her bare, smooth skin began. Tarkan shifted a bit and slid both hands along the
outside of her legs, one on either side, clamping her tight to his thighs. Once
she was secure, Ari loosened his hold, rubbing small circles on Chelsea’s
softly rounded belly, sliding his other hand across her upper chest to ease her
against his body. He dipped his head, nuzzling the escaping strands of hair
aside so he could press his lips against her ear.
“Just
relax, pretty girl. Slow your breathing, let the tension out of your body. I’ve
got you.
She resisted for a moment and then
she followed his instructions like she was born to it. He let his hand wander
higher, stroking the smooth, warm skin of her
“There’s a trick to riding
dragonback,” he said. “Are you willing to try it?’ He felt her nod against his
cheek and he gave her a squeeze of encouragement. “Good girl. Try to imagine
your torso as two halves. The top half, from the waist up, stays stationary but
the bottom half moves in motion with the dragon. Keep your body still and centered,
but roll your hips backwards and forwards with Benmonth’s wing beats.” He moved
his hands to cup Tarkan’s hips, pulling him in tight to the V of Chelsea’s
thighs, then Ari pressed himself up close and personal to Chelsea’s rounded
ass.
“Match our movements. Feel how we
move forward and back, nice and relaxed. It’s just like riding a horse.”
Chelsea snorted. “I’ve never ridden
a horse in my life.”
Ari grimaced at her confession. These
women were so ill-equipped for life on his world it was a disaster waiting to
happen, but for Chelsea’s sake he kept his tone light and reassuring. “That’s
all right, pretty girl. Once you’ve mastered dragon riding, getting up on a
horse will be easy.”
About
DJ Michaels:
Books have always
been my refuge, a bit (okay, a lot) like an adult cubbyhouse. When real life
gets too much—or too little—I can delve into my library and be utterly
transported to places familiar and exotic. I can also meet the kind of people
I’d never come across in my normal life, which is not always a bad thing.
These days not only
do I get to visit other writers’ worlds, but I get to create my own—worlds
chock full of sexy warrior men; strong, capable women; and oh yes, let’s not
forget the dragons. My cubbyhouse is very cool, the door is always open for
visitors, and new friends are most welcome.
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