Friday, July 11, 2014

Dragon Riders ENFORCER'S CRAVING by @authorDJ #menage

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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