Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Guest Blog and Giveaway Sins of Long Ago by Naomi Bellina

Family Feuds: How long should you hold a grudge?

The Hatfield and McCoy feud lasted twenty-eight years, according to Wikipedia, with plenty of bloodshed and even a romance. Wow. Twenty-eight years is a long time to hold a grudge, but I guess they didn't have mediators or lawyers back in the mid to late 1800's. You got pissed at someone, you passed it down from generation to generation. It sounds crazy to me. I'm all about looking for common ground and forgiveness. Life is too short to waste being mad at someone, when usually, there's a way to resolve most any issue.

In Sins of Long Ago, Vincent's family holds a grudge against Gen's family. Seems the witches didn't approve of werewolves and took matters into their own hands. And that, my friends, is how trouble starts. One person feels strongly that their opinion is right, and that it's okay to force it on others at any expense. Like poor Vincent and Gen don't have enough issues to deal with, they have to contend with a family feud.

Speaking of family feud, read this article on Wikipedia about how modern day Hatfield and McCoy's settled their argument. And won some money while they did it.

How about you? Do have a feud going on in your family? Enjoy the excerpt and thanks for reading.

Sins of Long Ago
Book 2
Naomi Bellina

Genre:  Paranormal romance

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Date of Publication: 7/27/2015

ISBN:  9781622102372

Number of pages:  189
Word Count: 71,000

Book Description:

Werewolves and humans don't mix. Until danger forces an alliance and desire demands satisfaction.

Leading his pack of werewolves keeps Vincent plenty busy, and now with a predator out to harm them, life is more perilous than ever. The last thing he needs is a woman to complicate matters, especially one who sets his body and soul on fire. She's a human and a witch — totally the wrong woman for him. Even if he could take a mate for his own, he refuses to put her in the danger his life has become. No way can they ever be together. Werewolf-style love is fine anyway. No permanent partner, no bullshit, no heartache.

Genevieve has never known true love. Cursed by an enraged woman long ago, females in her family are doomed to go insane if they fall in love. Life has been fine without a man around-- until a hot werewolf drops in and captures her heart. Though they have plenty of obstacles to overcome, Gen knows they can work past them. Tell that to Vincent, as he struggles with old pack rules about love, sex, and consorting with humans.

As Vincent searches for a killer, deals with death among his own, and tries to keep his hands off Gen, she attempts to end her family curse. Together, they must find a way to break free from the sins of long ago.

Heat level: 3 out of 4

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Excerpt 3 rated R  957 words

“Have I managed to turn you off yet? Scared you away?” With one finger, Vincent gently moved her chin, tipping her face toward him.
In his dark eyes she saw unease, despite the sureness of his words.
“I’m also the leader of a pack of werewolves who need my attention. I work long hours with my job and the pack, and now and then my phone rings all night. Once a month, sometimes more, I turn into a wolf and hunt, kill, and eat animals.”
Gen caught her breath.
“Now are you scared?” he asked, lowering his lips toward hers.
A little, but not only for the reasons he thought. Vincent stirred feelings in her, desires she’d buried long ago and had no intention of digging up until she’d met him.
The kiss started slow, tentative, as though he were gauging her response. Beneath the gentle movements of his lips she detected a hunger, a need, so close to the surface she could taste it. His scent, which had tantalized her as soon as she’d come near him, rose stronger, sending a burst of moisture between her legs. She moaned, the arousal that had begun the moment they’d touched scorching a path down her nerves. Her body moved almost of its own accord, leaning into him. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue and the feel of his arms pulling her in, suddenly desperate to be closer to him, to feel the warmth of his body, the touch of his fingers caressing her skin.
He cupped the back of her head with one hand as he increased the intensity of the kiss. The other hand slipped under her shirt and curled around her ribs. He was hot, warmer than her own body temperature. His thumb stroked her stomach, and then his hand moved up until he reached her bra.
In the distance an owl hooted. The fire snapped and crackled, but these sounds only dimly registered. In the forefront of her senses she heard Vincent’s breath and her own, both coming fast and hard. He cupped her breast over the fabric and squeezed, then with a moan, tore his mouth from hers and moved it to her neck. He kissed and licked there, biting the skin lightly with his teeth. She felt his body shudder and suspected he held back from what he really wanted to do to her.
He pulled away again and reached in his pocket.
“Look, I’m turning off my phone. I don’t very often, but I need uninterrupted time with you.”
His voice, hoarse with desire, sent molten flames licking at her spine. She took the moment apart from him to catch her breath. Did she have a blanket in her car? She longed to get out of her clothes, to feel his naked body on top of hers. Skin to skin, soft on hard.
He cupped her cheeks with hot, rough hands she had to have touching her body. Now.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast. I want you so bad.”
Too fast? Hell no. She could not wait to run her fingers along every inch of him, to touch him everywhere. Start with the rough stubble on his face, move down his neck, through the hair on his chest. Then stroke his firm stomach, over that low patch of hair, down to his cock. It’d be hard, so hard, and would fill her hand like she was meant to hold it.
“No, please, don’t stop.” Oh God, was that her, begging like a dog in heat?
His mouth covered hers hungrily, and he crushed her body to him again, this time with both strong arms. His hands roamed up her back and trembled slightly as they caressed her. He undid her bra, then slid his fingers to her breasts and brushed his thumbs against her taut peaks.
She whimpered into his mouth. Her nipples had hardened the moment he touched her; they were now painfully erect, and she longed for him to take them in his mouth. As though reading her mind he grabbed her sweater and bra and pushed the clothing up to her chin, then bent his head to her breast. He licked and sucked one while his thumb and forefinger fondled the other, the movement flooding a current of desire from her scalp to her toes.
As often happened when she became sexually stimulated while outdoors, the elements responded to her growing excitement. The wind blew, rustling the fallen leaves, and the fire flared up, matching the burning heat in her core. No one had ever stirred such passion in her, such longing for more. She’d not let herself feel this deeply with a man. Never. She undid the fastener on her jeans and pulled down the zipper, then guided Vincent’s hand there.
He continued his attention to her breasts and slipped a hand inside her pants. Cupping her pussy with his palm, he used one finger to stroke and probe through her underwear. She squirmed in his hand, desperate to have him go deeper. He finally pushed the elastic aside and eased his finger into her slick folds. She knew she must be sopping wet by now. Tilting her pelvis, she begged him with her body to rub her clit, pushing into his hand. She was wound up like a vintage alarm clock; it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
Finally he touched her nub, ever so gently. She groaned in frustration, and he growled, the sound sending even more currents of heat through her.
“I’m taking my time with you, woman. I want you hot.”
“If I get any hotter I’ll turn into steam. I need to…”

A sudden noise interrupted.

About the Author:

Naomi lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat. She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but is drawn to romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling in love. So she lets them. Her interests include dancing, motorcycle riding, drumming and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play whenever possible.

Her motto:  Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!  

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1 comment:

Naomi Bellina said...

Thanks so much for having me here today!