WayBack Wednesday: Dragon Lord’s Mate
Every Wednesday, I’ll be discussing older stories that I’ve written and still love. I’ll talk about why I love them and what makes them special.
It is only right that I start this feature with Dragon Lord’s Mate. Dragon Lord’s Mate was my first published story. It combines two of my great loves – medieval romance and dragons.
Grun is a delicious hero. He’s scarred and war weary. He takes his responsibilities very seriously yet he longs for a companion, a mate, to share his long days with.
Taja, the heroine, has never had anyone want her. She’s the spare heir to her kingdom. She isn’t graceful or beautiful like her cousin Sabine. She can’t believe that the mysterious and often feared Lord of Schattenhaft wants her and he wants her so badly, he’s willing to fight to the death for her.
This is a bit of my favorite scene in Dragon Lord’s Mate
***
She shouldn’t be here. If she were caught, her reputation would be in ruins. But she had to see him before he fought. “I wish to speak with Lord Schattenhaft.” He stood to the side, his back to her, clad in form-fitting black armor.
“Leave us,” he rumbled. They did, silently, without question. Grun faced her. He looked taller, somehow, broader, a fierce warrior. Black eyes met hers. “Taja?”
He was magnificent and she wanted him. She couldn’t have him. Not now. Later. She swallowed. “Here.” She held out a piece of black silk. He took it, his rough fingers brushing against hers, sending tremors straight down to her pussy. “I am told some ladies give their lords a token to remind them of what they fight for.”
He brought the fabric up to his nose, breathed in. “Some lords would never forget.” He tucked the handkerchief underneath his armor, in the area of his heart.
***
Yeah, Grun has some great lines. (grins)
By Cynthia Sax
Available Now From Changeling Press
There comes a time when even princesses have to give up their dream men.
Every night in her dreams, Princess Taja experiments sexually with a
dragon lord. She knows he isn’t real. Her fantasy man is pressing her
for a commitment, something she can’t and won’t give. She needs a flesh
and blood man to safeguard her kingdom, not a man her lonely heart
conjured up. When the line between dream and reality blurs, will
Princess Taja find love?
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Leopard Territory
I received news that Leopard Territory, book 3 of the Big Cat Mates series, will be releasing from Changeling in June!
Book 1, Lion In Wait, releases in February.
Book 2, Tiger Byte, releases in March.
So what will be my April and May releases?
Ashlynn Monroe and I will be writing a fun SciFi series together!
I don’t have a photo of a leopard but here is his yummy cousin, the jaguar.
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First Chapter Of Fangs In Fur
Start your day with a laugh!
Read the first chapter of Fangs In Fur for free!
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/01/fangs-in-fur-by-cynthia-sax/
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
I’m Helena and I’m no delicate flower, my rough touch making former paranormal lovers cry. I’m looking for someone big and strong and preferably not a wolf, especially not that alpha wolf I have stalking me.
I’m not attracted to him — no matter how wide his shoulders or how high his pain tolerance. I’m not that foolish. Lasting relationships between wolves and vampires are forbidden, and this male has the gleam of forever in his wild eyes. He is determined to make me his mate and that, I know, will break the fragile peace between our species.
There’s a thin, blood-red line between enemies and lovers. I’m about to cross it.
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Cyn-Sights: Marrok In Fangs In Fur
Some reading buddies have asked about the hero’s name in Fangs In Fur.
Marrok is a nod to Allen French‘s 1902 story – Sir Marrok: A Tale Of The Days Of King Arthur.
(Allen French’s story is a nod to Marie de France’s 12th century story – Bisclavret)
Sir Marrok was cursed by his faithless wife to live as a werewolf.
In Fangs In Fur, the modern Marrok, the sexy King of the Wolf Shifters, finds a faithful, loving mate in Helena. Yeah, I like everyone to eventually get their happy ending.
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
I’m Helena and I’m no delicate flower, my rough touch making former paranormal lovers cry. I’m looking for someone big and strong and preferably not a wolf, especially not that alpha wolf I have stalking me.
I’m not attracted to him — no matter how wide his shoulders or how high his pain tolerance. I’m not that foolish. Lasting relationships between wolves and vampires are forbidden, and this male has the gleam of forever in his wild eyes. He is determined to make me his mate and that, I know, will break the fragile peace between our species.
There’s a thin, blood-red line between enemies and lovers. I’m about to cross it.
Buy Now: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1979
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Encounter — Fangs In Fur: Wolf King
Here is an extra scene I wrote for Fangs In Fur!
Encounter — Fangs In Fur: Wolf King
“Who told the pups I’m a librarian?” my mate booms, her booted feet braced on the tiled floor, her tiny fists resting on her shapely hips, a scowl on her beautiful face.
My wolves straighten, their heads turn, and they fix their gazes on their vampire queen, respect and awe reflecting in their scarred faces. I grin, my inner wolf yipping with happiness. “You are a librarian, mate.”
“I’m an archives administrator.” Helena stomps toward me, her red-rimmed eyes glowing with cock-hardening passion. Her slight curves are encased in tight black leather, her nipples pressing against that soft barrier. “I warned you about what I’d do if you called me a librarian one more time.” Claws extend from her dainty fingers and her fangs drop, glistening white against her red lips.
My wolves slowly back away. They’re chicken shits, every last one of them. I’m alpha, the big dog, and I stay where I am, waiting for my deadly little female to come to me.
“You said you’d bring me to my knees.” I breathe deeply, inhaling the musk of hot, wet pussy, and my grin widens. “But you’ll be the one kneeling before me.”
Her gaze drops to the ridge in my pants and she flicks her small pink tongue over the tips of her fangs. I swallow my groan, aroused to the point of pain.
She raises her chin. “I’m an ancient vampire, the council’s archives administrator and you think you can take me?”
“I know I can take you.” I took her four times this morning and three times last night. The door bangs closed as my wolves flee, leaving the two of us alone — a wolf king and his vampire mate. “I’m stronger than you are.”
“I’m faster.” She flies at me, her fangs bared and her claws extended. The sight is so damn arousing that I hesitate for a heartbeat before leaping toward her.
As I move, I partially shift, my clothes shredding, my arms extending, fur covering my body. We collide in midair, her breasts flattening against my chest, her hips smacking mine, and we tumble.
I grab her wrists and twist as we fall. I land on my back, my irate female hissing and writhing on top of me. Gods, she’s magnificent, everything a big bad wolf could want, strong and fierce and beautiful. I hold her tight, getting more turned on with each passing second.
The tussle stimulates her also, her breathing growing ragged. Helena grinds her pussy juices into my fur, branding me with her scent, provoking my wolf.
“Enough.” I pull her to her knees and stand before her, my cock jutting out inches from her face. She struggles, trying to free herself. She can’t. She’s mine and I won’t ever let her go. “Suck me, Helena.” I push my hips forward, sliding my tip along her pale cheek, leaving a glistening trail of precum on her skin.
She shakes her head, her lips pressed mulishly together.
“I said suck me.” I bury my fingers in her long dark hair and yank her toward me, pushing my cockhead between lips, forcing her to take me.
Her eyes widen and the musky scent of her pussy intensifies, driving my wolf crazy. As she opens wider, accepting me into her hot, wet mouth, she rakes my thighs with her claws, marking me as I had marked her, the pain heightening my pleasure.
A normal female might not be able to satisfy me but this is my mate. She doesn’t do anything halfway. She skims her lips along my shaft, the sensation sending waves of pleasure up my body, and she tilts her head back, taking all of me. As her lips close around my base, she meets my gaze and her eyes glitter with pride, bright stars twinkling in a dark passionate sky.
“You’re mine,” I rumble. My knees tremble and my balls ache. I won’t last long. I pull her off me and then draw her forward, sliding her lips over my shaft back and forth, back and forth. She clutches my ass, digging her claws into my flesh, the pain searing, escalating my desire.
Unable to remain still, Helena’s suction too exquisite, I rock my hips. Her fangs graze my rim and I shudder. Her lips curl around my shaft, laughter and power and love reflecting in her eyes. She knows she has me in the palm of her pale hands. She has always had me, my mate, my love, my only for all of eternity.
“I have you, mate,” I growl. I thrust harder and harder into her hot wet mouth, holding her head, forcing her to take me. My balls smack against her chin and I grunt, my animalistic sounds filling the room. She pulls me to her, her lips humming around my shaft, the sound felt down to my toes.
Gods, I should look away but I can’t. She’s too beautiful, too mine. I struggle with my control, my wolf fighting to be free, yearning to flip her over, tear the clothes off her small body and ram into her tightness.
“Helena.” I beg for mercy.
She doesn’t have any mercy, my strong female. She sucks me harder and my eyes roll upward, my legs trembling, a shameful sign of weakness I can’t disguise.
With every stroke, she teases me with her fangs and laves me with her tongue, uncaring that I am now more wolf than man, my skin covered with fur, my claws tangled in her hair. She’s fuckin’ fearless, my mate, not backing down from the challenge my enlarged cock presents.
“Helena.” My voice lowers, my balls ready to explode.
She meets my gaze and I tense, seeing the mischief in her eyes. She draws her lips back, exposing her gleaming white fangs, and she slowly bites down on my base.
The pain splinters my restraint into a thousand brightly-colored pieces. I throw back my head and howl, coming with a bone-rattling force, shooting my hot seed down my mate’s throat. She sucks blood and cum and my remaining strength, her cheeks indenting, her eyes wild.
My legs collapse and my knees smack the hard floor, pain jabbing up my thighs. Helena releases me with a juicy pop and laughs, tossing her hair. “I told you I’d bring you to your knees, wolf.”
“I never had any doubt.” I grin at her, the female I can’t live without. “You’re the most powerful librarian I know.” I capture her wrists before she can strike me, my mate adorably easy to tease, and I draw her closer, savoring how perfectly her slight curves fit against my muscle. “I love you, mate.”
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
I’m Helena and I’m no delicate flower, my rough touch making former paranormal lovers cry. I’m looking for someone big and strong and preferably not a wolf, especially not that alpha wolf I have stalking me.
I’m not attracted to him — no matter how wide his shoulders or how high his pain tolerance. I’m not that foolish. Lasting relationships between wolves and vampires are forbidden, and this male has the gleam of forever in his wild eyes. He is determined to make me his mate and that, I know, will break the fragile peace between our species.
There’s a thin, blood-red line between enemies and lovers. I’m about to cross it.
Buy Now: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1979
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Flash Fiction Challenge: Locked Up
This week’s theme is from ME!!!
(cue evil laughter)
** You’ve been arrested for having sex in a public place. You were the sole
person arrested yet you don’t spend the night in the jail cell alone. What
happened? **
Challenge:
– Write a quickie with the above theme
– 100 to 150 words
– Authors and readers can play
NOTE:
Please put “FF” or “Flash Fiction” (and a title) in your subject line so we
don’t miss any potential plot bunnies.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160527
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New Widget From Bad Barb
Yes!
Bad Barb has created a widget for my books!
Thank you, Barb!
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Fangs In Fur Releases
Fangs In Fur releases today!
Fangs In Fur is the sequel to Fangs In Frosting. No, you don’t have to read them in order, though the heroine of Fangs In Frosting, Charlotte (Luscious Lottie), does appear in Fangs In Fur. So does Nico, that bad, bad vampire. He continues to cause havoc. I do love Nico!
A dear reading buddy asked for this sequel (you know who you are!). Wishing you lots of laughs!
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
I’m Helena and I’m no delicate flower, my rough touch making former paranormal lovers cry. I’m looking for someone big and strong and preferably not a wolf, especially not that alpha wolf I have stalking me.
I’m not attracted to him — no matter how wide his shoulders or how high his pain tolerance. I’m not that foolish. Lasting relationships between wolves and vampires are forbidden, and this male has the gleam of forever in his wild eyes. He is determined to make me his mate and that, I know, will break the fragile peace between our species.
There’s a thin, blood-red line between enemies and lovers. I’m about to cross it.
Buy Now: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1979
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Where Story Ideas Come From
The Changelings have crashed the ARe blog today, talking about where our story ideas came from.
http://www.arecafe.com/cafe-news/changeling-press-authors-where-story-ideas-come-from/
I talk about Dancing For Her Demon
“Changeling Press is known throughout Romanceland for responding to reader challenges. Dancing For Her Demon started as one of these reader challenges. I was challenged to write a story about a virgin stripper. I couldn’t resist pairing the virginal yet knowledgeable Larissa with Julian, a big, VERY bad rage demon. The chemistry between them was magic!”
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
Although Larissa is a virgin, she knows exactly whom she wants. She
wants Julian. Her father’s right-hand demon, however, still views her as
a child. Determined to provoke the rage demon’s darker passions,
Larissa struts on stage at a local strip club and shows him how grown up
she really is.
Julian has spent years proving he is the right mate for Larissa. He
has one task left. He must go to a strip club and subdue a rival demon.
Then Larissa takes the stage, the audience goes wild, and all of
Julian’s careful planning is blasted to bits by the heat of desire.
Buy It Now At: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1922
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Flash Fiction – Laundry Day
Here is my answer to Changeling’s Flash Fiction Fetish Call!
***
Cold water blasted over John’s back, jerking him wide awake, and he howled, his sexual frustration flowing into red-hot rage.
That damn prissy woman is doing laundry again.
John stormed out of the shower stall, grabbing a towel as he moved through the house he’d needed her rent money to repair.
The soft Egyptian cotton tented around his rock hard erection. He needed a hell of a lot more than her rent money but that fuckfest wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, not with a woman like her.
Her soft moans echoed off the hallway walls and he ground his teeth. John had never known laundry was so strenuous, not before Miss Tight Ass moved in.
He shoved the door to the laundry room open, breaking the flimsy lock, and he stopped short, all of the breath, all of his rage whooshing from his body.
His dainty new roommate sat on the top loading washing machine with her legs spread, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her pure white panties pulled down to her ankles, and a huge fluorescent green dildo rammed between her pink pussy lips.
John’s mouth dried. Doing laundry had never looked so good.
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