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Lover Enslaved–Releases Today!

By On Jul 28 2009, 12:00 pm

Well today’s the day. The big day I’ve been waiting for just about forever—the release of my debut novel, Lover Enslaved. I mulled over how best to write an interesting, bland-free introductory post and decided I’d leave the hard work for the obnoxious loveable sprite who plays a vital role in the book. After some heavy begging and an eventual bribe of shirtless cabana boys, I finally talked her into it.

Disclaimer: The above author claims no responsibility for the shameless self plugging sure to ensue from the guest poster. Furthermore, no amount of cajoling or week long temper tantrums will coerce said author into writing a spin off series involving a super hero sprite who roams the planet handing out fashion citations.

From the desk of Piper—super hero sprite (Hah, like I was going to let that opportunity slip by).

When the human asked me to pen some sparkling repartee for her blog thingymajig I was flattered and almost forgave her giving me a minor role in the book. Really, we all know I should have been the heroine. So Mara has legs up to here and boobs out to there, but can she yodel the Aurion national anthem? Okay, maybe she can. Moving on…

This brings us to Dash. In all honesty, if I were sixty inches taller, I’d get me some of that. Hello, look at those muscles. Let’s just say my wings are all aquiver. But I digress. Um, what was I talking about? Oh yes, the story. Well, Mara and Dash are thrust together and forced to do the evil Queen Nalia’s bidding. Yadda yadda, pooh pooh pooh, I save the day. Yep, that’s it in a nutshell.

Fine, if you want to know more, take a gander below.

P.S.—I’m still waiting on the cabana boys.

Sometimes love is the only prize worth stealing…

Thieves of Aurion, Book 1

Mara Sheppard has no love for the Fae, but to free her brother from prison, she’ll do whatever the treacherous Queen Nalia asks. Even kidnap Dashael Rhyder, a womanizing thief.

She should have known the deal would go sour.

It’s almost too easy to bait and trap Dashael. Resisting his potent Fae allure isn’t. Especially since Nalia’s unexpected demand for a missing, magical rune means Mara will have to hold strong far longer than she’d planned.

Dashael’s best shot at escaping? Seduce her. If he can survive a few dozen of his closest enemies out for blood and the queen’s scheme to make him her personal stud…he might just make it.

Then his game of seduction trips over a snag named Mara, and he falls. Hard. For a commitment-phobic thief, love might as well be a prison sentence. Yet the idea of losing her makes him miserable.

Mara can’t deny that her enemy has stolen her heart. But their love is about to be tested by a lifetime of secrets. The risk may not be worth it. Especially if a life together means death for one of them.

Warning: Contains one or more of the following: Hot, sexy thieves, pain-in-the-butt sprites, handcuffs, intriguing new uses for a silk bed curtain, and scorching, shake-the-ceiling-tiles sex.

Excerpt:

Helias Proper, Aurion
2099—year of the sun goddess

Dashael Rhyder sauntered through Gallery Sabine’s front entrance, kicking Mara Sheppard’s heart rate into overdrive. Enough sexual magnetism oozed from the bad-boy fae thief to flood a small village.

A heavy sigh tumbled from Mara. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

“There he is!” Iridescent wings fluttered against Mara’s cheek when Piper, her overeager sprite companion, leapt from her shoulder.

So much for our low profile. Corking her exasperation, Mara pinched a wing between her fingers, stalling Piper in mid-flight. Amethyst eyes shot fury down at her.

“Easy on those things. They’re attached, you know.”

Mara ignored the sprite and resumed her covert inspection of Dashael. He prowled through the crowd, his loose, easy gait attracting every female gaze in the room. No wonder—the cut of his dark suit emphasized a body built for a woman’s enjoyment. Broad chest and shoulders tapered to a lean waist and long, powerful thighs. Subdued track lighting brushed his close-cropped ebony hair with a neon blue glow.

Clear to see why most faes fancied themselves superior to the human race. Aside from being magical descendants of the old gods and goddesses first inhabiting Aurion, the faes were the walking embodiment of physical perfection. Dashael Rhyder was no exception to the rule. If he weren’t a fae—the enemy—she would chuck her self-imposed celibacy right then and there.

“Hello?” An irritated buzz vibrated from Piper, jolting Mara from her trance. “Remember me?”

“Unfortunately,” Mara said, deadpan. She leveled a hard glare on the sprite swinging between her fingers. “And you best remember what’s at stake here. If you screw this up, I’m kicking your butt.”

Piper gave her pink hair a sassy flick. “Good luck. My butt is barely an inch wide.”

Bragger. Mara checked on Dashael’s progress towards the glass-topped bar set up in the farthest corner of the gallery. “Okay, I’m going in.” She gave her sprite companion a warning glare. “You keep out of sight.”

A frown pinched Piper’s tiny face. “But Queen Nalia said I should—”
“Don’t care,” Mara butted in, her tone adamant. “If he sees you, he’ll know something’s up.”

Adopting a sullen pout, Piper shoved her arms over her chest. “What about our partnership?”

“That was your delusional idea, not mine. Now be a good girl and hide in a plant or something.” Releasing Piper, Mara fluffed her hair and stared at her quarry’s broad back.

To bait a thief, you provide an exclusive gallery opening with priceless art and wealthy patrons on display. To hook a fae, you tempt him with the allure of hedonistic sex.

Mara popped the top hook closure on her tight leather bustier with a deft flick of her finger. Smiling grimly, she crossed the room.

Dash leaned his hip against the bar and reached for the Fairy Sex Fizz the bartender slid in front of him. He knocked the liquor back and hid a grimace. Yep, far too sweet and lacking any kick. Only reason he occasionally stomached the red fruity concoction was because its name amused the hell out of him.

At least real fairy sex provided more fizz for the bang, thank the gods. Plunking the glass down, he rested an arm along the bar and scoped the people milling about the cavernous brick-walled room. The residents of Helias defined his ideal mark—they never left home without first donning their entire jewelry box.

Gems in every color imaginable dripped from ears and wreathed necks. The blue diamond ring attached to the woman farther down the bar would easily pay off his house. Not a bad place to start.

Dash slid a tip towards the bartender.

“This seat taken?”

Engrossed with his prize waiting at the end of the bar, Dash ignored the question.

“Yoo-hoo…anyone home?”

A sharp poke in his biceps punctuated the obnoxious singsong voice.
Dash turned. The air sucked from his lungs. Riotous blonde curls rippled in a luxuriant fountain towards the most incredible pair of breasts in all creation. Holy sweet goddess.

With effort, Dash dragged his focus upward. The woman’s sultry blue eyes twinkled devilishly, and his overactive libido fired into hyper drive. This is what happens when I go three weeks without sex. Miracle he could function.

Lady enchantress arched an eyebrow. A grin tugged at Dash’s mouth. Forget stealing jewels, his evening held much riper promise. He pulled out the empty stool. “Please, take a seat.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He didn’t miss the sarcasm in her voice. Time to make amends. “Forgive my rudeness earlier. I was…distracted.”

She glanced towards the woman at the end of the bar. “I noticed.”

Their arms brushed as she wiggled onto the stool. Her scent wafted around him. Luna flowers—nectar of the fairies. Its sultry spice always sent his head into a spin. “She’s a business acquaintance, nothing more. You, on the other hand, hold my complete attention.”

“Lucky me.” She hooked one high heel over the glowing white Lucite tube circling the foot of the bar. Her miniskirt rasped as it hitched higher up her well-toned thigh. The sound nearly destroyed Dash’s composure.

“Jeez, you weren’t kidding about giving me your complete attention.” A tiny smile tipped her lush mouth. “The way you’re checking me out, I might as well be wearing nothing but my pink silk panties.”

Lust uncurled in the pit of his belly at that mental image. “I love pink.”

“Bet you look adorable in it.”

“I mean on a woman.” He managed a chuckle despite being so turned on he could pound nails with his erection. Sassy females were his biggest weakness. Thank the gods he usually didn’t encounter any problem sweet talking them into bed.

Utilizing the fae magic at his disposal, Dash stirred a slight breeze across the bar’s glass surface. A cocktail napkin fluttered free of its stack and floated into the dip between her generous cleavage. Cheap parlor trick—but he’d die if he didn’t touch her soon.

“Allow me.” He reached for the napkin and his fingers brushed over petal-soft skin.

Her full, kissable lips parted on a tell-tale hitch and awareness bulleted between them.

Hot anticipation rolled through Dash. Before the night ended, this delectable woman would be sprawled naked in his bed, screaming his name in pleasure.

Jodi Redford
Putting the fun in fantasy
www.jodiredford.com

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