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DJ Amy in the House

Glacial Hotness here! No, I’m not frigid, I’m from the Great White North and I quite like the irony of being glacial hotness.

A big thanks to Danica for allowing me to hijack her blog!

I’ve been writing since 2007, professionally. I was writing long before that, but the one thing about my writing is I can’t write in silence.

I always have to have music, or in some cases I’d write in a crowded place. I also have a crazy eclectic taste. It’s all over the board. Anyways, I digress.

When I was writing Warrior Unbound I was listening to a lot of 30 Seconds to Mars. My music varies from piece to piece. I have multiple playlists in my iTunes.

This is my favorite song from 30 Seconds to Mars, called Hurricane. It’s intense and I really like the tone it casts:

Excerpt:

A crack of thunder rent the air, but the sky was still cloudless. Hattie fell to her knees, the ground shifting and lurching violently. It suddenly became all too real and she was pissed off at herself for not really believing it. The only thing that didn’t seem to jostle about was the Warrior. The ancient sentinel was still prominently jutting up from the ground, unaffected by the magmatic shakes that were engulfing the island.

A fissure opened up just beyond the confines of her circle, the ground cracking open like a giant mouth ready to swallow her whole, and from that great dark maw steam began to rise.

“By the Mother…”

Two red eyes illuminated and a growl erupted, causing all the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end.

“You’re too late, little medicine woman,” the voice hissed.

Hattie’s pulse began to race and she scrambled to reach the notebook. There had to be a way to control the demon and banish it. There had to be. She reached up to grab the Warrior, but instead of limestone, her hand came into contact with warm flesh.

She gasped and snatched her hand back in surprise. The Warrior was very much a living, breathing man. His bronze skin glowed in the moonlight. Muscles rippled over every inch of his naked body. A lump formed in Hattie’s throat and she had to drag her focus away from a part of his body that was quite prominent at the moment.

Scooting back, she tried to get a closer look at him, but he reached out and grabbed her hand.

“Do not exit the circle. It cannot touch you inside the confines of your casting.” His voice was deep, like the roll of thunder in an approaching storm. Thunderstorms had always frightened her as a child, but she found his voice calming and soothing.

Hattie opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. It was as if she was numb from the brain down.

“Little medicine woman is speechless.” The demon chuckled. “She’s out of her depth, methinks.”

She tore her gaze from the man who had emerged from the limestone monolith and gasped when she caught sight of the creature emerging from the fissure. As a medicine woman in training she had seen some weird stuff, but nothing like this.

The creature stood like a man, it had two arms and two legs and held itself upright, but that’s where the similarities ended. Its features were feline in nature, from its slanted red eyes to its aquiline face. Its skin was black as midnight and shimmered with glittery scales.

“I think she’s scared, Warrior.” The creature closed its eyes and inhaled deeply. “In fact I can smell her delicious fear.”

“What do I do?” Hattie whispered.

The Warrior turned around. “Place your talismans, medicine woman, and finish it.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks as she thought about one of the key components of the spell and she didn’t know how she was going to accomplish that. Not with that creature roaming around.

“I don’t think I can.”

The creature began to laugh maniacally.

The Warrior knelt beside her. “You have to. You stepped foot on this island, you took the responsibility of your tribe on your shoulders, little medicine woman.” He tipped her chin—his dark eyes glittered like obsidian in the moonlight. “You can do this. I will help you.”

Warmth spread through her like a wild fire across a dry prairie, her pulse began to race and there was a stirring deep inside her. By the Mother, she so wanted him to help her with the spell casting.

Steeling her courage, she quickly scrambled to lay out the talismans inside the circle. The panther-like demon paced along the outer perimeter and she tried her best to ignore it. She had to, thousands of lives were depending on her and if she failed, the underworld could spew up through that volcanic pipe and decimate most of northern Ontario.

“You don’t have what it takes, medicine woman,” the creature taunted. “You’re a novice. I’ve read your mind.”

Hattie shook her head and laid the final talisman in its place.

The Warrior stood behind her. She could sense his presence—feel the heat of his skin permeating through her thin cotton blouse, setting her blood aflame. Hattie closed her eyes and tried to drown out the snarls and taunts of the demon she was trying to banish. To concentrate on the spell she had studied before she had set her canoe into the water and came to this island.

“That’s it, little medicine woman. Relax.” His breath was hot on her neck, causing gooseflesh to break across her skin, sending a thrill of delight down her spin. His fingers trailed down her back, his skin was hot, as if he was running fire over her skin, but it was pleasant. Soothing and arousing.

She could feel the energy of him and his connection to the elements flowing through him. It melded with her own power as she chanted the ancient words to seal the portal between Earth and the underworld realm from which the demon came.

Her body was tingling as she shared the power of the casting with the strange man.

“Lie back,” he whispered and Hattie complied. His naked body covered hers and she could feel his hard cock against her hip. “Relax, he cannot harm you nor can he see you any longer.”

Hattie opened her eyes and stared up into the Warrior’s eyes. Her body instantly eased and somehow she instinctually knew the creature could not see her, it was virtually blind. Her mind seemed to faintly linked to the man who emerged from the stone. The Warrior. She nodded her head slightly, letting him know she understood.

“I will help you finish it,” he whispered against her ear. His long black hair tickled her cheek. He moved down her body, undid the button to her capri pants and slid them over her hips.

Hattie shuddered. The logical part of her mind, which had never served her well as a medicine woman, was screaming at her that she was crazy. Whereas the other part of her was reveling in anticipation of the hedonistic pleasure she knew she could experience with this man.

Besides, she had to orgasm, or the spell would be incomplete.

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DJ Griffin in the House

For the next couple of months I’ve turned over my What’s Playing Wednesday posts to my fellow Cabal of Hotness friends. Today we have Chocolate Hotness, also known as A.M. Griffin in the house with a little inspirational song from her newest release, Dangerously Mine. Watch out because she’s giving us a HAWT excerpt for her book.

Hey all! First of all, let me introduce myself:

I’m A. M. Griffin, a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies. She has multi-publications in other genres under a different pen name.

While I was writing Dangerously Mine, my debut release from Ellora’s Cave, I wasn’t really listening to anything. I was however, humming little ditties in my head.

“What What in the Butt” by Sam Well seems to be on constant rewind.

There’s not a scene that was inspired by “What What in the Butt”. It’s just a song that has a catchy tune that I think almost anyone can hum. I hum it throughout the day. Now, I have to put the disclaimer out there, just in case my hubby decides to read this. Just because I enjoy the catchy tune does not mean I partake or want to partake in the activity. I do have to say that while I was writing my follow-up book to Dangerously Mine, there is a M/M scene and this song was hummed throughout writing it.

Check it out!

Dangerously Mine Excerpt:

Eva rose and planted both feet firmly on the floor. With her hair streaming around her, she squatted above him. Her hand trembled as she reached down, grabbed his thick cock and positioned it to her tight opening.

She hesitated. She really wasn’t afraid of the size or the man, but what this would mean for her future.

Taio caressed her thighs, urging her down. Taking a deep breath, Eva slowly lowered. The head pressed against her tightness, not budging, too big to enter her. Determined, she tried to work it in, wiggling onto it.

His fingers tightened on her thighs. “If you keep that up, you will make me spill my seed.”

Taio pumped up in a hard thrust. The large head penetrated her.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back. “Oh fuck!”

He grabbed both thighs, holding her unsteady body while he thrust his hips up and down, inching his thick cock deeper into her tight sheath. Her slick walls coated him as it stretched her open.

She slowly moved her hips to meet his rhythm, taking more of him, inch by glorious inch, pumping the length of his penetrating shaft.

Taio’s hands moved to grip her hips. With the pain receding, she was soon overcome by pleasure. Her pace slightly quickened. He filled her up and she wanted more.

The sounds of his shaft now slickened by her juices filled the bridge. Moaning, she dropped to her knees. His shaft filled her to the core, completely stretching her to the limits.

With a groan, Taio rolled his eyes back into his head. “Great Ancients.”

His fingers dug painfully into her skin. She rocked on his shaft, increasing her pace. Each time she rose, her pussy milked him, sucking him back in.

He grabbed her tighter and pumped, faster and harder. Her breasts bounced and swayed in his face. He took one of the hard nipples in his mouth and sucked. His teeth grazed against her sensitive bud.

She slammed her hips down on him. Any fears she had before were long since gone, replaced by intense need.

“You are mine.” He groaned.

Eva erupted with a scream, her walls contracting and spasming against his rod. Holding her tight against his body, he thrust up, spilling his seed deep inside her.

Spent, they both lay quietly, breathing hard, trying to catch their breaths. Eva tried sliding off of him, but was stopped short by a firm hand. Taio’s cock thickened and pulsed inside her again.

“Again?”

Taio answered by pumping his thick shaft in her swollen sheath. Sore, but wanting more, she rose to her knees and elbows. Her hair fanned across his chest. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he pumped fast and hard.

She would surely have trouble walking, but didn’t care. Never before had she felt anything as good as this.

After they were done, Taio carried her back to her quarters. Feeling the soft cushion of her bed, Eva curled in a ball.

“This doesn’t mean that you own me,” she said groggily.

“You are already mine.”

Enjoy! Griffin

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